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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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AN: Moving Day! Reminds me of the secret of Nimh. “The plow has come early to the field!”

Jordan C: Yep, those are questions. I'd love to answer them, especially since you posted them twice, but I think we'll just have to let them unfold. This is getting there, so just be patient. Oh, Ginny isn't a major character in this fic, so I don't think I'll be doing much more with her. She's fodder.

Gobert: Actually, I am a cat person, so I'll level with you. Cats have a lot of nipples, and this is not how you know how many kittens they have. However, each kitten will choose one nipple and not drink from any other, so that there is often one that gets neglected, or if the kitten doesn't make it, etc. it has to be manually expressed. The others won't go there. I liked the idea that Cedric will need more, if he has more than two, so I invented this rule. - I do that.

I've heard a lot of complaints, (not from my reviewers, but from other writers) about the 'rules' regarding magical creatures. My opinion: F*** the rules. These are mythical beasts, so, just like Harry's book, the facts aren't always right there in black and white.

jburks: Yes, I agree. After hearing Snape's story, I thought “this guy is a major berk! How come everyone loves him so much. I want to cast a few cruciatus curses his way. He died way too easily!” And that's why he gets so much flack from me.

I'd tell him off real well if I had met him. I hate bullies. Being of questionable sexual orientation myself, I got a lot of teasing, not unlike Severus, without the magic, of course, so I empathize with him. That being said, I'm working on some big time Snape bashing in my Bound and Gagged fic. Sorry, Snivellus.

unneeded: welcome back. I was worried when I hadn't heard from you for so long.

Now, about your review. Okay, so the name thing is my personal doodah. I just like names, and now I'm forcing myself to come up with even more. (Stupid masochistic, Bob) As for the Veela lifespan, it depends on the strength of the bond, but Lucius doesn't know that. See note above about things written down, or information being accurate. As for the rest: yep, poor thing, sure will, I think so too, and absolutely. That's the long and short of it. Sorry, I was trying to get this posted before I expire from lack of sleep.

Love ya, Bob

Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Pure Human

Chameleonis Breeding

The rarest breed of creature inheritance is also the easiest to pass on. The creature is only passed in the male, since this is the only offspring that can possibly display, so the male must find a pure-human female and she must bear him a male child. Fifty percent of these male children will be likely to carry on the Chameleonis line, and the rest would be simply humans.

The difficulty for a Chameleonis would be locating a true pure-human. The minimal amount of creature blood in a line would result in the breeding of creature children, even if the blood were thinned down to less than ten percent. The pure-human must be just this – pure. So, breeding a Chameleonis child is simple, but finding a compatible mate is not. Hence the reason that this is the rarest creature cross in the entire wizarding world.

Harry dropped into a chair, exhausted even though the five adult elves had done most of the work. Dinny popped into his lap and Harry smiled at the young elf, Dobby's underage son.

“Harry Potter wants some tea?” the youngster asked, “Dinny get mother to fetch for him?” June arrived with a tray, before he could answer, and the members of his harem soon followed.

“Well, I'm all in.” Blaise announced. “My room, the twins' and Draco's are set up and the Prince rests. I think the girls have been redecorating.”

“Have you?” Harry asked as Luna and Susan giggled. “Good for you. I want you to have what you want. How do you like your new room, Shea?”

Seamus looked down, but a smile sneaked onto his face. “It's big. I've got me own bathroom, too. Blaise said there's a door that connects to a nursery. Did you give me that, Harry?”

“It's for you, Shea. Eventually, we'll take that step. I promise you. That nursery connects to Oliver and Blaise's rooms, too.” Harry said and the others looked up sharply. “Eventually.” Harry repeated.

Fred and George were the last to arrive for tea, since Draco was sleeping, and they gazed at the tray of treats longingly. “No scones?”

As if she heard, Mizzy popped in, eyed the tray and popped out. A plate of scones appeared and the twins grabbed the first two. “You two are the most spoiled . . .” Blaise began, but he was the next to partake of the pastries.

Harry laughed and waited until all of his mates had their share before he took one. Cedric savored it lovingly and Harry was thrilled at the fact that his harem was happy. “So, I thought we should perform the ritual tomorrow, and I was hoping that you'd all be here. I think the girls should do June's since she is for them.”

“No, Harry Potter. June is for you, but you may assign to female mates.” the elf corrected. “Harry Potter must perform, as Master Malfoy declared him new Master. If not, Dinny would not be included in June's change.”

“Oh, okay. So, I've got to do the ritual for Kreacher, June, Hobbs and Winky. But, what about Mizzy?”

“Draco owns her, so he'll need to do the honors.” Blaise insisted.

“Okay, so I'll find out what time is best for him, and we'll have it then. He should go first, so he won't be worn out by observing the others. Is everyone agreed?”

“If he isn't up to it, hers could wait. She's not gonna be lost to another property or have a baby elf, so she's just assigned to him, wherever he lives.” Blaise added, but Harry only nodded. He really wanted to have his family confirmed in the house, as if they all wanted to be there.

When they had finished their tea, he went to his room, looked around at the order that had been made of his things, and sighed. Whoever had set up his room, had left him nothing to do, so he went to the study he chose for his work and, with wand held high, organized it in the way he would be most comfortable. Starting with changing all of the bookcases from Maple to Alder with a light stain and high gloss varnish. He changed the color of the upholstery to a deep maroon accented with teal. He smiled and launched his books into the cases.

He had collected quite a few books about wandlore and was currently in the middle of one, an ancient text that Hermione had found for him, and it was fascinating. He knew that the cores were magical, and would attune to a certain wizard, but this book explained how this connection was made, how the cores were installed in the wands, and why certain cores were incompatible with certain woods. That part he had a particular interest in, because of his dryad abilities, and the way he knew wood, seemed incomplete without the knowledge of the cores. So, he sat back and opened the tome, continuing on with the section on ogre's beard hairs.

He and Ollivander had an agreement, and as soon as he had finished his research, he could begin his apprenticeship with the old wandmaker. In the meantime, Ollivander had consigned his wandmaking to a younger nephew of his, in Dublin, and he only worked selling the wands in his renovated shop. Harry was determined to be doing internship with the man by the time the twins had their fledglings.

Blaise had taken the week off from his work toward becoming a potion's master, under the tutelage of Professor Snape, and he was filling in his spare time with setting up the lab in their own personal dungeon. It seemed fitting for it to be there, since this was where they were all used to potion making. The lab had to be set up by hand, as ambient magic had to be restricted in a potion making environment. Snape had promised to check his work when he was finished.

He had asked for help in planting their potions garden from Ollie and Cedric, since the one was in tune with plants and the other had wicked claws that could dig out weeds with little effort. By the end of the day, both the lab and the garden were well on their way, and the three wizards decided to work on the kitchen garden in the morning, before the ritual began for the bonding of the elves.

The owls arrived as they were sitting down to dinner that night.

Harry had sent out the directions to the floo address to the Weasleys, the Malfoys, the Diggorys and Luna's father, and gotten acknowledgments from all about attending their party, when its date was set. But, unbeknownst to Blaise, he had also sent off these to the Bones and Finnigan families, and to his own mother. The arrival of her crow, Marquette, was a surprise to him. She had not agreed to attend the party, but was insisting upon seeing his new home, tonight.

He looked up, handing her note to Harry with a limp hand. Harry took it, read and returned it. “By all means. Call her, now. We'll hold dinner. Mizzy, would you set another place, please?”

Blaise put through the firecall, but before it would connect, the fire turned green and his mother stepped out of the floo. “Ah, there you are, Darling. I knew you would agree, or that your family would, so I was prepared.”

“We were just sitting down to dinner. Harry would like to invite you to join us.” Blaise stood tall and aloof, refusing to let his mother fluster him.

“Of course. I would be thrilled. Show me the way.” and he led her to the dinning hall they had chosen for this meal. On the way, she poked her head into various rooms, nodding and commenting on the place. Finally, they arrived and the other mates, at least the male ones, stood and greeted her. Before they began, Draco arrived by elf apparation and took his place, next to Luna and Oliver, where they sat near Harry and Susan. The meal was simple, but exquisite as only a well-orchestrated group of elves could manage, and Blaise's mother was impressed.

“So, Mrs. Zabini . . .” Harry began, but she was quick to interrupt.

“I prefer Lilah. Blaise's father is deceased, so I use his name only for the purpose of prestige. I have remarried since then. My new husband's name is Rouseaux Portmanteau. So, actually, I am Mrs. Portmanteau. Lilah is easier.”

“Oh. Well, Lilah, would you like your son to show you around after dinner. He knows the place as well as any of us. We are considering having a map made, and I was going to talk to a renowned mapmaker tomorrow.”

“Couldn't you show me, Mr. Potter.”

“I could, if you will promise to call me Harry.” Blaise nearly choked on his lima beans when his mother started flirting with his mate, but Harry winked his way and the Chimeara knew his mother was fooling no one. “What would you like to see first?”

“I'd like to know how my son is being cared for. He is my precious only child, so his well being is my main concern. Could you show me his room?”

“Of course. Blaise, I hope you've put away your pants.”

Lilah made two circuits of the room, glaring at this or that, huffing or sighing, alternately. She stopped in the center of the open space and put her fists on her hips. Harry watched as she continued this dramatic display and waited until she decided on her next move. Finally, she turned to the other end of the room and pointed with her whole arm. “What is in there?”

“That's Blaise's bathroom. Did you want to see it, too?”

“No.” She took a deep breath and released it. “And behind that door?”

“The closet.”

“And that third door? Why is there so many doors in this room? It isn't safe for my Blaise to be in a room with so many openings for traps or . . . .”

“Lilah, that door is to the nursery. It connects three of the bedrooms on this wing.”

The woman froze, turned slowly and stared at Harry. “What did you say?”

“The nursery. It's right through there, but it isn't furnished, yet.”

“This is also connected to Blaise's good friend, young Malfoy?”

“No, Draco's bedroom is in the east wing. He has a nursery there, but it's attached to Susan and Luna's rooms. This connects Blaise, Oliver and Seamus' rooms.”

“Blaise will have a nursery?” Harry was getting concerned, as it seemed as if the woman was not breathing.

“Yes, it's his, when he needs it.” He crossed to her and took one of her hands. “Are you all right, Lilah?”

“Me? Oh, yes. I am well. Tell me more about my son needing a nursery.”

Harry laughed and led the woman out of the room and down the hall. He spoke as they walked and she joined his merry mood by the time they had walked around the pool and pond, where Luna and Susan were having a swim, and into the orchard. Here, they picked some cherries, apples and pears. Harry had his arms full when Winky popped into the grove with a basket that he filled, and carried back into the kitchen.

“So, there we were, face to face with a three-headed dog, and the harp had stopped playing.” Harry held the door with his free hand and Lilah preceded him into the house.

“I always knew that man was a danger to the children, but he has such a kind heart. Simple people are like that.” She said.

“Talking about my father again, Mother?” Blaise said from the counter where he was having a cup of water and some crackers.

“No, my sweet little Lambkin. We were talking about the grounds keeper from your school.”

“Hagrid?” Blaise said.

“What about Hagrid?” George and Fred had entered the kitchen and found glasses of juice on the counter for them.

“Is that fruit, Harry?” Fred asked, taking the basket and digging out some grapes Harry had picked from the vines that grew over the arbor just outside of the door. “Look Fred. Cherries.”

“Save some for everyone. I'm not picking a basketful everyday. Would you like something to drink, Lilah?”

“No, I think I had better go. It's getting late and I have a great deal to do. I'll be at your party, Dear. Come, Lambkin. Walk mother to the floo. I don't want to get lost in your new home.”

Roddy Grimes arrived at the Tonks family home to find out why his partner was late for work and was immediately invited to tea while waiting for Dora to return. She did so, twenty minutes later, but she was not alone. With her were several younger witches, her sisters he was told, and a young man with a small baby. Andromeda took the baby and left the young people to finish their tea while she changed and fed him.

“Roddy, what are you doing here?”

“I came to get you. What are you doing?”

“I took the day off, didn't anyone tell you?” she turned a shade of pink that had nothing to do with her morphagus nature.

“No, I guess they didn't.”

“Well, since you're here, let me introduce you. These are my sisters, on my father's side. Fleur, Zylotha, and Patsy. And this strapping young father, is my brother Terry.”

“I didn't know you had sibs, Tonks. Pleased to meet you.”

Pansy noted something about the young man's scent but kept it to herself. She and the others had some tea and cakes, then excused themselves, one-by-one, to leave and get home. They all kissed Terry goodbye, something that had stopped feeling odd to Pansy, and winked out at the edges of the house wards. She and Terry were the last, since they were going back to Heartridge Hall, and they had to wait until Andromeda returned Donovan to them.

“It was nice to meet you, Mr. Grimes.” she said as she held her nephew and waited for Terry to say goodbye to Dora.

“Please, call me Roddy.”

“Roddy.” Pansy responded, and Terry came up to take his son.

“Why don't you come over to dinner some night, Roddy?” the werewolf asked with a smile. “Dora and Pansy's fathers love to meet our friends.”

“I'm hardly Tonks' friend. We're partners.”

“All the more reason. I'll have Dora give you the particulars when I've discussed it with them. Come on, Pats. Don is getting sleepy.”

At the apparation point, Pansy turned on him. “Why did you do that?”

“Didn't you smell it. He's got blood, and it's a dog of some sort. He smells like Sirius.”

“What?” but before he could answer, he disappeared and left her to catch up.

The ritual was simple, but took a lot more time than expected, and Harry was exhausted by the completion of the second elf. Winky sat to the side with Kreacher as Mizzy tugged on his robes. “Master Draco cannot bind Mizzy. Master Draco too tired.”

“Am I on time?” Lilah called from the back porch, where the family had gathered to watch their mate perform his first elf-binding.

“Mother, when did you get here? And how?”

“Oh, posh, Lambkin. I had Borell bring me. Come Dear, I believe it is your turn. Let Harry get some rest. He's got the harder job.” She pulled Blaise along, until they were standing in front of Harry, near where the other elves waited. “Now, you know the ritual, correct?”

“Yes, but . . . .”

“Then, do it. I'll watch with Harry.” she took the Chameleonis' arm and pulled him back.

“Mother, I don't have an elf.” Blaise said, holding his wand loosely in his hand.

“Oh, right. Borell!” she yelled to the clouds and a prim looking elf with a vest made from potholders popped in next to the Chimeara. “Now, you do.”

“Borell has been waiting to come to Master Blaise. Mistress has given Borell permission to be with his little master in his new home.”

Blaise exclaimed loudly, reached out and hugged the little elf and swung him around. His mother huffed and he put his elf down, raised his wand and began the series of movements, along with the incantation that would bind the elf, his elf, to his new home, with his new family.

Once Kreacher was bound, the five elves put out a display of lunch that rivaled the Hogwarts opening feast. Lilah pulled Harry aside and whispered with him while the rest of the harem ate and mingled. The family gatherings were becoming more like gala events everyday, and they would only get large with the arrival of the children. Today, Ginny, Tonks, Sirius, Snape and Remus were gathered with them while they completed their housebinding needs.

Tonks had never seen an elf binding, so she had talked the other men into bringing her and they had brought with a set of garden furniture that were the perfect addition to the flowers near the pond, and that was where they had all gone to eat their midday meal.

“What is my mother up to?” Blaise sneered to Draco as he reached for another piece of chicken. The blond looked up and smirked at the woman who was giving their mate some special attention. As he did so, Harry looked his way and smiled so genuinely that Draco couldn't keep his mouth from twitching in response.

“Looks like she's having a go at becoming a part of the family. I wouldn't worry, though. Harry has shown a preference for contemporary lovers. He didn't try for Professor Snape or my father, so I think your mother will be disappointed.”

“Don't even joke about that.” Blaise snapped, his skin getting dry and tough as he lost a bit of his control. “Besides, she's married.”

“Yes, I know. But, her current husband has no creature blood. She may be feeling a need that cannot be fulfilled in that relationship. My mother told me that my father was nearly prostrate in front of Potter when our mate was agitated and nearly displaying his wings. My parents are happily married, too. But, when a creature like Harry starts to release those pheromones, even your mother may find herself helpless.”

“But, Harry wouldn't . . .”

Draco looked around the gathering, his focus stalling on a face or two. “Harry doesn't know what is expected of him in our relationships, what makes you think that he can manage when a Chimeara female is nearly mounting his leg?”

“That's it. I'm gonna go break them up.” Blaise started to rise, but Draco's hand on his arm stopped him.

“Relax. I was just teasing. She's trying to convince Harry to get you pregnant. I overheard her when they were closer.” Draco chuckled and then drew a deep breath. Mandie came running over. “I'm okay, little sister. I just felt a kick and it surprised me.”

“The babies are kicking!” Mandie crowed and soon the whole group was pressing tightly, everyone wanting to feel. Draco growled menacingly and Harry pushed to the center.

“Okay, back up. You want to feel babies kick, just say the word, and you'll be next.” He lifted the blond into his arms and spread his wings, rising above his harem and flying his Veela to the window of Draco's room. “You looked tired, anyway. I'll get Mizzy to bring you up some juice and your sisters will probably be here any minute.”

“It's lucky they haven't come into their creature traits. Now, before you turn me over to family and elves, how about telling me why you and Blaise's mother are conspiring against him?”

“Is that what it looked like? She wants me to push Blaise into conceiving, but I've explained that I'm in no hurry. After that, she's just been telling me stories about his childhood. He was real cute, I guess.”

“Yes, a perfect child. Blaise was sickly until he was ten, then he got some strength from a questionable source and was well enough to start at Hogwarts by third year. Mothers tell the truths that they recognize. So, before you go, how about some special attention for your favorite mate?”

“Is Luna in here?” Harry teased but he leaned over Draco's rounded belly and snogged the blond silly.

That night, when their guests had gone, Harry took Blaise's hand and walked him to the door of his room. “I wasn't conspiring against you. Draco told me how it looked. I'm sorry if you were worried.”

“It looked like you were about to displace me with my own mother, that's how it looked.”

Harry burst out laughing, and Blaise looked down at his feet, his mouth curling up just enough. “Then, I'm really sorry. If I'd known that, I would have stopped immediately. The last thing I need right now is another mate.”

“Are you sure? Cause I know, some times you look like your thinking of something. Something that's far away and you long for it.”

“The only thing I'm longing for, right now, is in this room. How about you let me prove it to you?”

“I think I'd like that.” Blaise said as Harry closed his door behind them. It took only seconds for Harry to strip him naked, prep him and be sliding into the moist heat of his first mate. “Ahh! Gods, Merlin and Salazar himself!”

“No, only me.” Harry assured the Italian wizard as he thrust deep, barely keeping his human form while they fucked and Blaise shifted only as far as his skin and tail. Harry hissed at the slithering appendage that had risen up and was hovering menacingly to their left. “Behave, or I'll have to bite you.” The tail shrank back but remained glaring at the parselmouth.

“Whatever you said, it was incredibly sexy.” Blaise huffed out, his hips rising to each of Harry's thrusts.

“I said I was going to fuck you through the mattress, then when you've recovered, we'd have a go at it in the tub, on the desk and up against that wall.”

The words, in conjunction with Harry's cock striking his prostate, sent Blaise to his climax, and Harry growled as the tightening muscles sucked his own orgasm from him. He fell onto his lover, both gasping for breath. “I'm gonna hold you to that, you know?”

“I know.” Harry said with a smirk. After a breif rest, he fulfilled his threat, adding in the top of Blaise's Baroque desk and his caribou skin rug.

Isabel and Hermione were first to arrive at the foot of the hill. Ginny, along with Tracie Davis, Eloise and Lisa Turpin, got there a few seconds later. “Okay, so I've sent the decorations ahead. I think we should only do the large ballroom, because there's a floo nearby and it's big enough for everyone who's coming.” Ginny said with authority, which got her the attention of the other girls, but Hermione and Isabel rolled their eyes in unison.

“Ginny, I think that's fine, but the smaller dance hall has an attached dining room and is closer to the large kitchen, so the elves won't work themselves to death. You do remember that Winky is due in less than a week, and she won't be convinced not to help.”

“Hermione's right. We need to keep the elves in mind, not to mention there were four guest bathrooms within two halls, so that is a factor, too.” Isabel added. Ginny huffed, but Lisa and Tracie nodded to her.

“Fine. We'll do that, but there's no direct floo, and do you really think Harry wants people roaming around the halls when they come in? We'll have to decorate the halls that lead to the ballroom, then they won't get lost when they arrive.”

“That's sensible. I've got a charm that can cause lights to flash, if someone wanders off the direct route. Besides, Harry will probably give tours, for those who want to see the whole place.” Isabel added.

“I knew that.” Ginny snipped before she led the way up the hill. None of the six girls had been here from the road, so they had to pull out a paper that Harry had given them, with an invitation to the house, from their secret keeper, Anthony Goldstein. Once read, they watched the castle and grounds waver into focus in front of them.

“It's even more beautiful than I imagined.” Isabel whispered as the five of them stared in awe. Before they could pull themselves together, the door opened and the portcullis rose, dropping a short drawbridge down across the moat.

“Welcome to Dunnideer Castle, my friends.” Harry said with a flourish that was intended to invite them inside. “Come on, don't stand there too long or Borell will think I've put up new statues and want to plant a hedge around you.”

The guests arrived only a few minutes early, but the decorations were up, the food was ready and Harry had hired a small goblin orchestra to play music.

The mates were all in their best dress robes, some of which they had purchased just weeks before, when Harry had made a trip to Diagon Alley because Kreacher said there were four rooms that were deficient with furnishings. Harry had used it as an excuse to buy furniture for Draco's nursery, and another room near the kitchen that he was secretly filling with the necessary things, in shrunken sizes, for the impending birth of the tiny elf.

He had taken Blaise, Cedric and Susan with, and the four of them had managed to complete that task, as well as buy the twins new robes, get an assortment of baby things for the new veelas, that would be here in less than two months, and stock up on treats from the candy shop, since all of the pregnant males living in the house had cravings.

Now, standing next to Oliver and Blaise, greeting the arriving guests, Harry smiled proudly. He was the master of this castle, providing for his harem, and today he would be able to brag about it to the families that were his by extension. As well as his siblings from his father's other mates, and those mates, as well. He had invited all of them, from Snape and Sirius, to Kingsley Shakelbolt and Lorcan D'Eath, Roger's father. Only Lydia Wilkes Bole, Zylotha's mother, could not be here.

He had to grin, thinking of his youth, living with what had been his only family, and miserable. They had no idea where he was now, since he had arranged for his things, what little he had, to be collected by Kreacher without Petunia or Vernon's knowledge. The only one he had contacted was Dudley, in a note that told his cousin that he was sorry they had never managed to be on friendlier terms. He still loathed his aunt and uncle, but after their shared experience with the dementors, Harry could not hate his cousin, and his thoughts spread to the chubby boy, every so often.

The guests were milling about, taking small tours with their sons or daughters, Harry's mates, or enjoying the music and snacks. He stood next to the window, watching as Lucius and Arthur talked with Amos Diggory and his half brother, Alfred Diggious. Isabel stepped up to his side and handed him a glass of butterbeer. “You were never much for the hard stuff, were you?” she asked.

“No. I've had more wine in the last few months, with Draco living with me, and his elf providing dinners, but I'm not a big firewhiskey drinker. I like simple things, and this is one of them. Are you having fun?”

“Yes. I've brought a guest, if you don't mind?” she said indicating a young man that was standing next to Luna's father, showing him something elaborate with his hands, waving in the air and gesturing wildly. Xenophelius nodded in understanding and then broke out in a laugh. Harry frowned.

“I guess it's fine, if you vouch for him. I'll have to get used to it, I suppose, if my friend is gonna visit, she'll have to bring her family, too.”

“Yes, I will. I'm sorry that I didn't ask first, but you've been busy, right?”

“Right. So, is this more promising than the others?”

“Beg your pardon?” Isabel looked confused.

“You said you've been avoiding the contracts your parents are suggesting. Is this a better match?” Harry sounded gruff, and Isabel tilted her head. “Sorry, none of my business, I know. Excuse me, I've got to go speak with Lindeltuff. He's playing the same song over and over, again.” Harry put his cup down and moved away, through the crowd and up to the goblin that was directing the orchestra. Isabel watched him go, her eyes wide and her lip dangling over the words she was trying to speak.

“What did he say to you?” Hermione asked, sliding up next to the Ravenclaw girl.

“I think he is under the impression that I'm dating Frank.” Isabel said. “Like I'd bring a date to Harry's party?”

“You mean your brother?” Hermione asked, waving her drink towards the young man.

“Yeah. My brother.”

“And that's why he rushed off?” Hermione did not see the other girl's nod, since she had caught the eye of her boyfriend and was now making her excuses to Isabel, as well.

“I'm beginning to think I'm repelling people.” Isabel said before weaving through the guests until she reached her brother's side. “So, now do you think you can assure Mother that I'm safe with my friends?” she asked.

“I'm not the one to do that. Get Michael to talk to them. He's the superstar. Listen, Mr. Lovegood says he'll run an add for my stock and maybe I can get more buyers. Mordello's been trying to cut my prices for months. I'm gonna go talk to him some more. Have fun, Izzie.”

Harry was no longer grinning, in fact he looked like he was about to explode and Oliver was not going to be the one to diffuse him today. His parents were embarrassing him with pictures of his first shed, and he was trying to keep his dilatious spell on them so that no one actually saw what was exposed when the bark fell off of his body. He may have been only ten at the time, but it was still his body, and he did not like the idea of Amelia Bones looking at that.

“See, he looks so happy.” Iris Wood said as the other woman tried to focus on the photo.

“Yes, he seems to be smiling.” Amelia tried dispelling whatever was blocking the picture and Oliver quickly cast his spell again.

“Blaise?” he hissed as the Italian walked past. “Blaise, what's wrong with Harry?” he asked and Blaise lifted on his toes to see over the gathered witches and wizards.

“Don't know. He looks lethal, doesn't he? I'll check it out. Oh, wait. Draco just arrived. This should be fun.”

“Mother. Look, there's Draco. You remember that Malfoy's son is pregnant, right?” Oliver managed to get the two women interested in the slow progress of the veela and he snatched the pictures away and hid them in his pocket. “I'm going to get him something to drink. Excuse me?”

“Draco, are you all right?” Narcissa was the first to arrive at her son's side. “If this is too much for you, you would be excused.”

“No, Mother. It's my house, too. I'm going to make a proper appearance at our housewarming party. The elves are keeping an eye on me, so do stop making a fuss.”

“Here, Draco. I thought you might like some juice. I've spelled it to look like your favorite Bordeaux.” Oliver handed it to him and Draco took a sip, smirking at the keeper.

“Thank you, Wood. It's perfect.”

“I was wondering if you could . . . .”

“Spit it out, Wood. What is it now?”

“Harry.” Oliver said and Draco turned to look for his mate. “He's fuming, and I don't know why?”

Draco sighed dramatically. “Excuse me, Mother. I've got to coddle my mate. Father, Oliver.” Before he could reach the irritable Chameleonis, Draco was stopped four times, and when he managed the distance, he was more tired than he thought the short walk would make him. Perhaps his mother was right about him missing this one party. And now he had to control his volatile mate. “Harry?” he said with a breathy sigh.

“Draco. Are you all right?” Harry took one look at his veela and his worry overcame his early sulky mood. “Here, sit down.”

“Yes, I think I might. Now, what is the problem? You've got Wood, Zabini and Diggory about ready to faint. They're afraid of you in this mood, but I'm immune.”

“Me? I'm fine.” his words were clipped, and his attempt to sound neutral was rubbish.

“You are spoiling the party. Now, tell me before I have to make a scene and cut it short.”

“Isabel is getting married.” Harry snapped and the minute his words were loose, he wanted to draw them back.

“The Ravenclaw? I suppose she should be. Isn't that what she wants?”

“I don't know, yes. I guess she does. She brought her new man to our party.” Harry turned and glared at the window, his back to the party. “I just . . . . it was a surprise. I thought she'd wait a few years, that's all.”

“A few years? Well, she could have. But, if she's found the man she wants to marry, why should she? Don't you want her to be happy?” Draco was nearly choking on the sickly Gryffindor way that his words sounded.

“Yes, I want her to be happy. I just didn't want her to . . . I just wanted her to . . . I just . . “

A hand pulled him down, into the chair next to his veela. Draco leaned closer, his eyes directly in front of Harry's. Green orbs tried to look away, but the slate grey eyes of the blond held him. “I see.” Draco said, then he released his mate. “Harry, I think I need something to eat. I wonder if you would be so kind as to fetch me a plate. Something light, not sweet, just a bit.”

“Sure. How about some crackers and cheese.” Draco nodded and Harry stepped away. While he was gone, Blaise and Oliver worked their way over and leaned down to hear the blond clearly. When Harry returned, the other two were gone, and Draco accepted his plate with a soft smile.

“Harry, have you met Frank?” Seamus said, pulling Isabel's young man up to them. “Frank MacDougal, meet Harry Potter. Chosen-one, killer of Voldemort and our special friend.”

Harry looked up with shock, his lips moving as he took the proffered hand. “I've been wanting to shake your hand for years. Isabel said you wouldn't mind my coming. I'm a big fan of yours. I don't care what kind of 'friend' you are, you know? My parents are so stuck-up, but you. You're a hero. Izzie, look. He shook my hand. You were right. He didn't mind at all. Didn't even wipe off after wards. Man, just like a politician. Shook my hand.”

“I'm guessing, Hufflepuff.” Draco said to Blaise and Cedric shot him a look.

“Or Gryffindor.” Blaise answered bringing Oliver into play.

“So, you've met my brother, eh Harry?” Isabel said from Frank's side, where she had just arrived. “I told you about him, remember? My brother, the farmer.”

“Yeah. Um, I mean. Yes. Yes, you did. A pleasure to meet you, Frank. Have you had enough to eat? Mizzy, fetch Mr. MacDougal something. Whatever he wants.”

“Easy there, Potter. I was going to have her get me more of this 'juice', now she's gone.”

“I'll get it. I know where it is.” Oliver said, grabbing the glass and heading for the dining room.

Frank was grinning so broadly that Isabel had to laugh. She turned him toward the dining room, where Mizzy was piling food on a plate for him, and smiled back toward Harry.

“Don't just stand there, Chameleonis. You weren't about to lose it, just ten minutes ago, because you best friend was getting married. We know what's going on, even if you don't. Now, do not let her leave here until you tell her exactly how you feel.” Harry looked down where Draco sat, flanked by Blaise, Cedric and the twins, his mouth set in a devious smirk. He looked up, to the other side of the room where Susan, Luna and Oliver were watching him, too. They nodded and smiled and he turned back. “Get in there and make a proper scene of it, just like a good little Gryffindork. Sweep the girl off her feet and be done with it.” Draco snarked and Harry looked up again, this time toward the dining room. He took one step, that was all the momentum he needed to cross the room and take the girl's hand.

Isabel was watching her brother try to stop the elf from putting any more food on his plate, when she was suddenly spun around and facing Harry. His eyes bore into her and his hand was sweaty on hers. “Harry?” she asked.

Words were stuck in his throat, trying to find the way to his lips, and the only thing he could manage was to drop to his knee, still holding her hand, and kiss the palm of it, ever so gently. She looked panicked and Harry took a breath and smiled.

“Morag Isabel Macdougal. I love you. I want you. You complete me. You complete us. Please, marry me. Fill the last gap in my life. We need you. I need you,” Harry stopped and watched her face. She looked up, her eyes searching among those gathered just outside of the circle that had developed around them. She caught Draco's eyes, where he stood between Oliver Wood and Cedric, supported by their shoulders, and he smirked. His distended belly peeked out from the opening of his robes and the thought of children filled her heart. There was Blaise, with Seamus in front of him, the Italian's hands resting on the Irishman's shoulders, and Shea straining forward with smiling eyes. The Weasley twins leaned against the back of a couch, their arms crossed and their bodies tense, but they were grinning, too.

She swept the room, seeing her brother, now flanked by Susan and Luna, as if they were waiting to see if he was joining the party as another family member, but their eyes were on her. A slow, knowing look filled Luna's face and Isabel felt the warmth of acceptance. This was what her family wanted to keep her from. This was a group of people who would take her into their midst without question. She would be loved for her, even though she had broken the most important rule of her existence. She had fallen in love with The Creature. The one person that her family had warned her of since she could remember.

Behind the harem, near the musicians, Professor Snape stood with Harry's godfather , Professor Lupin, Minister Shakelbolt, an auror with purple hair and Draco's parents. They looked worried, but she had no idea about what. Lord Black nodded once and looked back at the head of Slytherin house, a cautious smile on his face.

The rest of the Weasleys, with Hermione and Roger Davies, stood near the arch that was the entrance to the dining area, and her friends, Lisa Turpin, Terry Flint, with his mate, and the Patils with a handsome young man she did not recognize. They all stood watching, waiting for her to say something.

This would change everything. She knew it, and she had only to say one word. The choice was hers, and when she looked down at Harry, realizing that her hesitance was what kept the room silent, the tension so thick it was hard to breathe, but the Chameleonis watched her with hopeful eyes and her chest heated to a fever level. She bit her lip and squeezed his hand.

“If you even consider leaving even one of us, I will personally end you, Harry Potter. Any husband of mine will honor his commitments. I know what I'm getting into, and with whom, so don't even try to use me as an excuse.” she said as she pulled him to his feet. When he was right in front of her, she whispered for only him, “Yes. Yes, I will. I'll marry you, and we'll have that perfect little heir to your line, too. Mark me on this. I love you, Harry.”

Harry kissed her and the room disappeared as far as she was concerned. All that mattered was her mate, her Chameleonis, and her New family.

AN2: Any suggestions about what Harry and Isabel would want special for their wedding?
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