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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132346 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Hopefully this installment will make up for the long delay. It's an extra long chapter, over 4000 words, and I've included a lot of stuff. Enjoy.

Brandi: Thank you. It's not easy to put those in. I want to keep the entire group up to date, and I've had to cut a few out. Maybe I'll include them as flashbacks later. What do you think?

Minervaq: I aim to please, but don't hold you breath until the next one, I don't want that kind of responsibility.

Diana: Your wish . . . . etc.

LadyFireCrab: I love giving Fleur more padding. Depth is important, and I envision her as Lucius' first and most independent child. As for Harry, I think he's a bit overprotective. He sees Sirius' litter as Snape's fault and if anything happens to his godfather, he'll be out for blood, literally.

Emma elizabeth pressnell: Thank you, very much.

Gobert: I wonder if Fleur is helping her 'sister' or interfering on behalf of her brother? Draco brooding? Hmm, maybe, but with at least two children on the way, it's bound to be an adveNture. As for posting at night, that's when I do it.

Never heard of A03, tell me more. As for Susie and Het, it's not the reading that gives me the willies, it's my willie. I don't do it in life, so doing it on paper is a bit hard. Don't know how all those girls do slash, but I'll give them props. Love the work, Ladies.

Now that school is out, I hope to be posting more regularly, but I'm afraid I can't promise.

Wavedancer: Sorry to make you wait. Here's some more. ;)

Chapter Twenty Seven: Cat's Paw

Other creatures that don't fall under magical beast lineages

Some of the inherited lines that are considered as trait lineages or curse lines are Vampires, Sirens, Werewolves and Merfolk. There has always been some confusion on these races, because the facts are so well guarded by their groups, but according to Ministry Protocol, these groups are not beasts, but beings and as such are awarded special status.

As the world came back to her, Hermione smiled in self-satisfaction. Her lover rolled off and snuggled up to her, his face nuzzled into her neck. “I hope you aren't planning on biting me. Most of the time it would be romantic, but I think I might feel more like a midday snack.”

“We don't feed during the day, love.” Roger said with a cool breath across her heated skin. She still couldn't get used to his temperature differences, but at least it came in handy on occasions like this. “Did you see the invite I got from Harry?”

“Since when is Harry a good topic for post-coital togetherness?” she asked with a smirk.

As if he saw it, Roger rose up and stared down at her. “Don't pretend to be so callous, Mi. I know you better. You're all signals. I can read you better than you think. Now, if we go, we've got to be sure what it implies. I want to tell Harry.”

“Tell him? What would you tell him?”

“That I'm in love with his good friend. That I want you and I'm willing to give you whatever you ask of me to make you happy. I'm willing to bond, if that's what you ask.”

“Roger, that's a big step. If I bond with you, you'd have to feed from me, and only me. I don't want to limit you. What if I get sick or die?”

“Then, I would die with you. It's the ultimate monogamy, don't you agree?”

“And children? What about them?”

“You haven't read that book I gave you, have you?” he asked and she shook her head. “And I thought you were a total bookworm.”

“I've been busy. I have a job, you know.”

“You wouldn't need one, if we bond. You could live with me and my father, and we'd support you.”

“I like my job. I like to work, and that has nothing to do with how I feel about you. I'll read the book, but you could just tell me about this, couldn't you?” Hermione rose up on her elbows and looked down at her lover. Roger smiled and shifted up to the headboard so that she could climb up over him and rest on his chest, her chin on her hands, reversing their earlier positions. “So, tell me.”

“Vampire children are only conceived at night. You could bear me a child, a son, if we mate on your high blood day, during a crescent moon, the darkest day of the month. It's tricky, because it has to be your last blood day, and they rarely line up with the darkness. That's why there are so few of us. How often do you suppose a woman's last day falls on the crescent moon?”

“It could happen. But, what about the curse?” Hermione asked.

“Faerie tales and muggle stories. We allow these rumors to circulate so that no one is sure of the truth, but it's a bloodline, not a blood curse and it cannot be passed from one of us to one of you. Fear not my beautiful Ta'ella. You have my word.” Roger smiled.

“Ta'ella? What does that mean? I've never heard it before.”

“It is an ancient word, from faerie language. It means 'queen' and you are mine. If you mate with me, and bear My child and a human as his brother, you will be named Ta'ella to my coven. You will be our queen.”

“But that would make you . . “

“My father is king and I his prince. I was born of a human and I have brothers, but they are not of the same female, so their mother cannot be called Ta'ella. She is only mate of the king. My human brothers are from other men, so their births cannot make their mothers Ta'ella. My birth, by the rarest of men, gives me and my father status. As my mate and the mother of my son, you would rise above us all. Will you do me this honor, Hermione?”

“But, how?”

“Details are for later. For now, be mine.” Strong arms lifted her until she straddled his hips, her body opened for his entry. “Yes, my love. Mine.” he said as she rode him to their mutual completion.

The diner was nearly empty when Isabel entered. She found Harry at the back, in a booth with Bill and Ginny. She sat next to the eldest Weasley and put her elbows on the table defiantly. Her mother was a stickler for detailed manners and Isabel broke her rules as a matter of ritual.

“This is my brother, Isabel. He's married to Fleur, so it's not a set-up, I promise.” Ginny said with a smirk. “Harry has told us about your family and I'm sorry. My mum is a bit imposing, but she wouldn't tell me who to marry.”

“It's traditional, Miss Weasley. I'm from an old, pure line. My family practices the old ways, but that doesn't mean I hate them for it. I appreciate your concern, but don't presume to know me.” at this, she turned to Harry. “What is it you wanted to meet about?”

“I'm moving soon, and I wanted to plan a party to introduce my friends to my new home. I haven't found it yet, but I've got that deadline, you know.”

“Yes, the pregnant house elf. What does that have to do with me, or should I say Us?”

“I was hoping that you could help with the plans. I'm rubbish at parties, and since Draco is indisposed, I need someone from an “old” family to work on it. I don't want his parents, or other pure-bloods, to be disappointed. I have a lot of them in the family, now.” Harry said. “I thought that you and Ginny could work together. She has a lot of ideas, and Bill is my Gringott's representative. He got the promotion recently, so he can manage whatever money is needed.”

“I see.” Isabel's stoic mask broke and she smiled. The trace of scars from her dragonite attack were barely visible. “I'd love to, Harry. What have you planned so far?”

“We have a tentative guest list, and some rules to follow with regards to dates, etc. Harry can override anything that becomes a problem, but I think I know what he wants.” Ginny explained.

“I have some insight on that, as well.” Isabel agreed. “Okay, so when do we start?”

“I have to get back to school, but I can owl you with the date of the next Hogsmeade weekend, and we can reserve a room at the Three Broomsticks. Bill, can you take me back? I hate walking all the way from the floo. You could fly me there.”

“Right, sis. I'll talk to you later, Harry. Fleur is visiting Draco, so I'll pick her up before dinner.”

“Why don't you stay? We still have room at the table.”

“We'll do that. Come on, Ginny.” the two redheads left, but Isabel and Harry stayed and he ordered a light lunch for them.

“How is house hunting going?” she asked.

“Looking into castles, next. Never thought when I was a kid, that I'd be moving into a castle for good. It's like a dream.”

“Sounds wonderful. Harry, why did you tell Ginny Weasley about me?”

“I didn't tell her that much. She's intuitive. I think she pieced it together, just like my line. She knows what I am, but I never told her. The twins said she practically announced it at a meeting with her family. Are you angry about it?”

“No. I'm not. It's a fact, so what does it matter. I'll marry some pure human man, live out my life bearing pure human children that I'll have to teach to be afraid of creatures. I don't want to, Harry. I'm sorry.”

“For what? Being Isabel? I'd rather you were never sorry for that.” Harry put a hand on hers and she sniffed back her tears. They welled in her eyes but refused to brim over. “Tell me more about your family.”

“My family, huh? Okay. I've got four sisters and five brothers. We're very prolific, too. I suspect I shall be expected to bear an entire quidditch team.

“Sounds like the Weasleys, or me.” Harry joked.

“No, I think you will be the father of a small nation, Harry Potter. My older brother Frank is a farmer. He has five acres of prime potions ingredients that he sells to Mordello at the Apothecary's in Diagon Alley. The next oldest is Michael and he is a beater for the Magpies. My sisters are all younger, most attending Hogwarts now, except the youngest. Cecile and Danny are twins, only ten. So, There are five Macdougals in school at present, Hylah, Zena, Resiah, Bron and Douglas. My brothers are Ravenclaw, as is Hylah, but Zena and Resiah are Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. She started this year, so you wouldn't have met her. You were absent for many of the sortings, so I'm not surprised you missed them.”

“I'm sorry that I did. Maybe I'm just not observant enough to notice?”

“They hung around me a lot, in Hogsmeade, when they were old enough, and sat with me at the quidditch games, but students don't hang out with other years very often. I didn't want them to rely on me to be their friends, so I made them keep with their year mates. Your siblings didn't even get that chance with you, did they?”

“No. I only found them recently. Tell me, Isabel, what's it like to grow up with so many sisters and brothers? I only had one cousin, and he was ghastly.”

“It was good. I have cousins, too. They are usually ghastly. Sisters and brothers are different. Even when you hate them, you still love them. I suppose there are exceptions, but mostly that's the case. My older brothers looked after us, and Michael was in school for my first year, so he did for me, what I did for the others. Siblings watch each other's back. No one gets to pick on your brother or sister, except you. It's an unwritten law, you know.” Isabel laughed at Harry's expression and shook her head. “You really don't, do you?”

“No. Told you. I only had Dudley, and my aunt and uncle. And don't start on them, again.”

“Sorry about that. I was a little . . .”

“If you tell me 'Lady Stuff', I'll shut up. Susan has already briefed me. I've got it. Men should not know those kinds of things, Isabel.”

“Hormones are a bitch. Now, how did it go with Draco? Oh, and you never told me how you found out about the two elves.”

“Ah, Kreacher and Winky. Yes, that was an eye-opener. Caught them in the attic. A vision that is burned in my memory. Don't want to talk about it. Draco is tired a lot. He needs more help than he admits to and his fire is smoldering. He stopped being mad at me about two hours after I apologized, and that worried me more than his anger. I'm not used to him being so . . . .”

“Submissive?”

“No, weak. I'm really afraid this is too much for him and I don't know how to help. Blaise and Oliver take turns helping him with things, stuff he won't let the elves do, but sometimes when he's sleeping, he moans and cries. It's like the babies are draining him and it's painful.”

“Pregnancy is difficult. Have you spoken with his father?” Isabel leaned forward and Harry instinctively moved her plate to the side.

“No. Sirius and Snape said they'd do that. I'm not good with Lucius.”

“Maybe, his mother?”

“Yes, I could talk to her. That's what I'll do. Thanks, Isabel. It's good to have you as a friend. You're my . . . . good friend.” Harry stuttered.

“Yes, that I am.” the rest of the meal passed without much conversation and they parted at the street. Harry reached the apparation point and disappeared, but Isabel walked down the street for a few blocks, her hands dabbing a tissue at her eyes and nose. She couldn't go home, yet. Her heart thudded in her chest and her tears fell like translucent streams down her face. She had to get a hold of herself before she returned to her family's home in Edinburgh.

Several muggles passed her and stared at the strange girl crying as she strolled down the street, but by the time she had reached the entrance to the tube, she had stopped her tears and was ready to cast a glamour on her face. There was an apparation point in the lower floors of the tube station, so she headed that way, slowly and deliberately, in no hurry to end this visit to London.

Fleur and Bill had just left and Seamus had returned from his time at the shop, since Fred and George were taking it easy until the babies arrived, he had been taking on a lot of their jobs. The shop was running well, thanks to Dean and Lavender being recruited for sales and clean-up, and Shea was in charge of the books and orders. The twins were still brewing, with simple potions that didn't threaten their babies, and working with some less explosive products, but the other Gryffindors were keeping the store open for them.

Harry stood in the parlor, watching the floo for almost an hour before he rushed through the house and into the study. Harry kept his concerns to himself when Cedric was late returning from work and had not sent word, but his mates were not blind to facts. Since Draco had gone to bed early, it fell to Oliver to broach the subject.

"It's been hours, do you think something has happened?"

Harry looked up from the paper he was writing and Oliver saw up close just how dangerous his mate could be. Harry's eyes, normally a bright vivid green, were pools of forest hue, smoked over with anger and vexation. "I'm almost certain of it. I'm going to the Ministry to see if I can find him, but I need this sent to Isabel MacDougal. She works with his cousin and can see if there was some reason that he may have been called home." Harry handed the missive to his mate as he rose and Oliver rolled it up carefully and nodded his understanding.

Harry went to the floo while Oliver headed to the garden where a roost had been built for their collection of owls. Cedric's was not there and a visiting barn owl sat in its place. Oliver chose his own speckled woods owl and, after tying on the note, petting Grove and feeding her a treat, sent her on her way. Then, he went to see if the blond Veela needed anything.

Harry had spoken to: the clerk at reception, one of Cedric's coworkers, even Percy Weasley, but the only information he received was that the Hufflepuff was acting oddly all day, met up with someone he knew, but they didn't recognize, and left early. Isabel had responded to his note with a letter that no one was expecting the Hufflepuff at his home. The floo network cataloged his departure, and the name of the wizard he had floo'ed with, as "Ministry to Eden Glen Retreat, with Alfred Mortimer Diggious"

Harry followed the trail, finding himself in a rundown and abandoned hostel, deep in the heart of a forest,where the only signs of his mate were footprints in the dust that covered the floors, furnishings and few remaining knick-knacks. They led across the room, up a flight of stairs and down a long hall. Every door was locked and the footprints ended between the last two, not turning or showing the usual sighs of apparition. Harry stood there, looking around and listening to the silence.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the attributes of his various mates and their inheritances. He needed an enhanced sense to find this love, but which mate would serve it best.

Selkie was not helpful, unless he was in water, and dryad would tell him what wood each door was made of, but not who was within. Chimeara was a battling beast and veela would react too violently to the tight enclosure of the hall. His Phoenix would possibly set the crumbling architecture afire. What remained were fae and sphinx, and though he thought that a sphinx would be able to locate another of its kind, he remembered that he would need space for the transformation.

He opened his eyes as he felt his legs reform and the small horns emerge from his head. The fae were cautious and timid, but all of their senses were enhanced for their protection.

When he was nearly transformed, just shy of loosing himself to fancy, he smelled something beneath the dust and mildew of the old building. There was a scent that didn't fit, but it wasn't recognizable as his mate, and his first instinct was to turn and run back the way he had come.

The scent came from the door to his left and he noticed a sparkle of wards put up on the wood. At this, he concentrated back to his human self, pulled out his wand and set about finding his way past the portal. In due time, he discovered a hole in the spell and sent in a charm that was on of Professor Flitwick's favorites from sixth year. The charm ate away at the wards and left the door untouched, without informing the inhabitants of his presence or interference.

Once done, he could hear voices on the other side, but they were muted, making the words undecipherable. He reached into a pack at his side and pulled out his cloak, throwing it over his head and taking a few deep breaths. When he was calm enough, he sent a silent Alohamora at the door and it popped open, flowing inward to reveal a large guest room, cleaner than the rest of the building, filled with furnishings in good repair with recently refurbished linens and bedding. As the door moved further, he saw Cedric, standing in he middle of the room, surrounded by a chalk circle on the floor and wearing only a tank shirt and his boxers. He was speaking to someone that was out of view around the back of the wall, where the door was mounted.

“What's going on?” The man, probably this Alfred Diggious, said, suspicious of the door's sudden motion.

“I don't know, there's no one there.” Cedric said looking straight at Harry's position. “Are you sure you closed it securely?”

“Course I am. I warded it.” Harry was prepared as the voice came closer and a wand came into sight. “If anyone's out there, show yourself or I'll curse him, right now.”

The wand aimed at Cedric, who looked tired, but not concerned, so Harry stepped closer. “Uncle Alf, you aren't going to curse me, other than trying to get me to agree to this marriage contract, that is. I told you, I have a mate.”

“Balderdash, Ced. You wouldn't be in this condition if you'd a mate. Now, agree to the contract so we can get you married.”

“No, I love . . . I'm not going to.” Cedric hissed and Harry took another step forward.

“You'll sign, if I recognize the phases of your body right. By morning, you'll agree to anything. That's why I've got to keep you here, in that shield. Even I couldn't stop myself, if you came out.” Alfred waved his wand around indicating the circle at Cedric's feet, and Harry could sees the arm that held it.

The man was strong, likely younger than Cedric's father, and he held his wand like he was comfortable with its weight and feel. Harry knew he had only one chance afforded him by the invisibility cloak's element of surprise. He carefully raised his wand and took another step.

Alfred Diggious was a burly man in his early forties, dressed as an outdoors man might when preparing for a lengthy stay in the woods. His sandy blond hair was curly and disordered, but not messy like people always called Harry's. He had a full beard and calculating blue eyes.

Harry aimed carefully and spat out, “Expelliarmus. . . Stupify.” and his spells hit true, knocking Diggious to the floor against the wall, across the room from his wand. Harry picked it up and placed it on the table and chanted one more spell, “Incarcerous.” binding the man tightly in ropes.

Cedric stared at his uncle as Harry pulled the cloak from his head and tossed it on top of the man's wand. He rushed forward, stopping just outside of the chalk circle and examining it carefully.

“It's not really a shield, Harry. It can't keep you out” Cedric said.

“Does it keep you in?” Harry asked.

“Not really. It has another purpose, but I can't say it. He put a secrecy spell on me.”

“So, come on.” Harry suggested but Cedric balked. “I'll take responsibility. Come on.”

The sphynx took a deep breath, looked over at his uncle, then lifted his foot and put it across the circle. A bare second later, Harry was assaulted by scent, emotion and desire so strong he leaned forward and scooped up his mate, rushing him across the room and onto the bed.

Their coupling was fast and furious, hard and unrelenting. Cedric cried out his climax twice before Harry finally deposited his seed inside of his mate. They barely caught their breath when desire and arousal swooped in and carried them up to another height, plunging them over the precipice and crashing their bodies against each other in a frenzy of coitus, culminating in after-bliss snuggling and euphoria.

“What was that?” Harry exclaimed when he caught his breath and raised up on one elbow to look at his mate. “Please, Kitten. Tell me.” he begged but Cedric's face became pained and distraught.

“It's called heat for a reason, Potter.” the deep voice of Alfred Diggious said from his place by the wall. “He can't say it until I release him from the spell, but he knew what it was. His heat was a potential cat-astrophe, so we went to the head auror and arranged to move him here. We knew you'd come to rescue him. Now, after what I just saw, we can be certain he is well matched in a mate, and his children will be true to their line.”

Harry had rolled over and now glared at the man. “You kidnapped him, brought him here and held him just to get me to . . to . .”

“To impregnate me.” Cedric said in a hoarse croak. “I'm sorry, Harry.”

“No, Kitten. It isn't your fault. I knew there was some reason for that circle, but I chose to take a chance So, how will we know if we are expecting?” the Chameleonis said.

“Uncle Alfred is a medi-wizard, specializing in obstetrics for unique origins. A fancy way of saying that he's our family doctor.” Cedric rolled his eyes and Harry turned back to the man on the floor and glared his way.

“You're a medi-wizard?” he asked and Alfred nodded. “You have a very diverse calling. Kidnapping, voyeurism and medicine.”

“I'm not a voyeur.” Alfred argued. “I didn't want to watch you, but we had to know.”

“They didn't believe that you were my 'mate'. They thought I'd gotten you to let me move in in order to avoid a marriage contract, or that we were lovers, but not mates.”

“So, how does this differentiate?” Harry waved his hand between them.

“The intensity of my . . reaction, mainly. I could go . . . .”

“Into heat?” Harry supplied.

“Yes. I could, but not that completely, without a compatible mate. Without someone who could make a child with me.”

“I guess we should find out then.” Harry offered, throwing his feet to the floor and turning his head back to his mate. “I suppose I should consider this a compliment.”

“A compliment? My family forces you to copulate in front of a witness, while under the influence of my . . . problem, and you want to think of it as a compliment?” Cedric sat up and glared at his uncle.

“Yeah, Kitten. They went to a lot of trouble to get your mate to join the family, to create the next generation, and that shows they care about you and your mate.” Harry stood and reached out for Cedric. “It's a round-about compliment.”

“In a distorted, warped way.” Cedric admitted.

“And since I'm taking it that way, I'll forgive him, eventually.” He flipped his head toward the bound man as he pulled Cedric to his feet. “Get dressed and we'll go home.”

“Unbind me, Potter. I need to check my nephew and determine his condition.”

Harry did not flinch or turn, just handed Cedric his discarded pants and pulled on his own. While they dressed, the bound man continued to complain until Harry threw a quick Muffliato at him.

“Where are the rest of your clothes?” Harry looked around the room.

“I think they're in that cupboard.” Cedric indicated a door near the back of the room. Harry flicked his wand and the door burst open. Inside, Cedric's robes hung and his wand sat perched on a shelf. He floated them across the distance to place them in front of his mate.

Soon, they were dressed and Harry turned to look at his prisoner And spoke to the man for the first time since his earlier outburst. “I'm taking my mate home and I'll tell someone where to find you, but I'm not ready to give you the freedom to do harm to my family. I don't trust you, because you've never given me a reason to, so I'll find another expert to determine if my child is growing in my mate.” He turned away, pulling Cedric along as he left the room and retraced his steps.

Mrs. Weasley took the floo home as soon as her spell was finished and the results were confirmed. Eloise had seemed out of sorts, but Molly wanted to tell Arthur and he was home with a cold. She brushed the soot from her clothes and rushed up the stairs. "Arthur? Ron's gonna be a father! Arthur?" she called ahead of herself.

When Molly was gone, Eloise walked into her kitchen and looked at the stack of dishes from the tea she had made for her mother-in-law. It was then she realized how terrible she was at housework and cooking and that she never liked doing these tasks in the first place. She scowled at the sink and turned toward the window where her owl, a pretty white and black spotted owl named Felix, short for Felix Felicis, sat. She turned away and hurried toward the desk where parchment and quills waited for use. She carefully penned a note and attached it to the bird, who flew away before she could remind him to be careful of her mother's bigger owl, Tawny.

Hiram smiled as he watched his clients stare at the ruins on the hill. He had a flair for the dramatic and he exercised it now. “Harry Potter, welcome to Dunnideer Castle.” with a flourish of his arm, he waved his wand and the hillside expanded and grew, and the three wizards stared in shock.
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