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Harry\'s Menagerie	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22795 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or these characters. I am not making any money from these stories.
this oneshot is Firenze/ Harry
Warnings: , anal, beastiality.
Summary: Harry is given the highest honor a Centaur can give to a human, love forever.
Beta'd by Sarmatianknightwannabe Thank you.

The Clan of Centaurs that took up home in the Forbidden Forest before it was Forbidden have a name that is unpronounceable with the human mouth. Centaurs have no need of differentiation amongst themselves but even among beings of such extreme long life, change occurs and they succumbed to modern pressures. They named themselves after the galaxy humans call Pegasus. Though they would never rise themselves up high enough to think they had the right to name the heavens, as mortals do. When their sacred lands were set upon by a quartet of wizards who wanted to create a place of learning, the elders simplified their name. They are known as the Son’s of Ophion, as he was the first elder in this clan.
Through the centuries, the places that centaurs once roamed free dwindled until there were only three such places left. Here in this forest, the mountains and cold of Canada, and parts of the rain forest in South America.
As their numbers dwindled, the Sons of Ophion opened their arms and bent their forelegs in welcome to any Centaur or magical creature that needed refuge.
They were betrayed and one who was welcomed among them grew hungry for power and the immortality and secrets of centaur blood. They cursed him with the immortality he desired, to live forever, hungry, enraged, a creature of night and nightmares. They closed their boarders and warned the wizards to stay from their lands.
More centuries past and the wizards forgot why the Sons of Ophion were feared. They dared to invade their land and take their young. The Centaurs attacked and the bloodshed was fierce, but it was the wizards that fared the worst. In a desperate bid for control, the Dreaded wizard Merlin cast a curse on the clan, their seed was dead, their children no more. Overcome with grief, the clan retreated to their lands and held steady.
The elders convened and begged the stars for an answer. The heavens, in their benevolence, granted it. A way to gather more, to grow in number. A Centaur may choose from the multitude of mortals, one that they can turn into a foal, raise, and love forever. On their chosen’s mortal deathbed, they can offer immortality, to be born again a centaur, and forever loved.
And so they searched. Each looking for their perfect match among the mortals. They offered a section of their land to four wizards to build their school on, hoping that they would no longer need to leave the safety of the forest to search.
The clan was only hundreds strong when the Dreaded one cursed them, but steadily they grew. Chosen were found and turned, though occasionally the centaur was rebuked and returned to search again.
Of the thousands of human wizards that passed through the doors of Hogwarts, the Sons of Ophion chose only four. Three joined their hollowed ranks but one refused.
Magorian, the current leader of the clan stood with these three, still foals, and their Stallions or Mare, watching as the wizards fell on themselves with violence unseen since the Dreaded One’s curse. The soft clomping behind him did not disturb him. He knew who would be in such a rush to witness the destruction on their land.
“Magorian,” Firenze’s soft bass whispered in the air as he raised his bow and targeted a vampire. This was their second purpose this day. The one they’d cursed had sired a nation of spawn in their inattention and they were to close to their land for the clan’s comfort.
Firenze’s arrow found the last vampire and he lowered it, content to wait and watch as centaurs had been doing since the dawn of days.
He, more then any of the others, understood the dynamic of the violence. His chosen was among them, and he had waited for this day. His chosen was marked by the heavens and would be a great mover for change among the clan, should he accept. Because of this, he followed the steps of the mortals closer then the slow movement of the stars.
Magorian looked up, as did the other stallions and mares while the foals simply watched with remembered passion.
“Mars is shining brightly.” The other’s nodded their agreement and returned their eyes to whiteness Mars’ earthy actions.
Firenze shifted his weight impatiently as a younglings cried out and died. Younglings fighting elders. It was not something Centaurs would ever have allowed, but Mars had decreed, and they were nothing if not obedient.
More younglings were cast down and the ones with hidden faces gained the advantage. They circled a boy crouching next to a fallen werewolf. Out of the darkness, the hidden leader arose. He called out the boy, taunting his grief. Centaurs knew of grief and felt for the boy, but still they waited.
The boy battled this powerful wizard and bested him in a show of power that Mars and Jupiter both blessed. He fell to his knees while the hidden ones writhed in the grip of their leaders desperate attempt at life.
Soon he was the only one left and Firenze’s tail whipped in a show of nerves. Magorian chuckled; he remembered asking his chosen and swatted the younger with his tail.
Firenze started forward; galloping to his chosen’s dying body, on the look out for dangers. He struggled to lie down and get close enough to wipe the blood from his chosen’s face.
Green eyes blinked open briefly before the boy curled into the offered warmth.
“Firenze, I did it.”
“Yes Harry Potter. You have succeeded.”
He coughed and sprayed Firenze’s dark brown coat with blood.
“Doesn’t matter, he still got me.”
“Yes, this body is done. You have a choice though.”
Harry laughed weakly before coughing again. “Never had a choice.”
“You have a choice now Harry Potter. You can choose to live forever, with me, as my chosen gelding.”
Harry peered up at the centaur. “There’s nothing to live for.”
“Yes, Harry. There is me.”
Firenze waited patiently, holding his chosen, his tail flicking nervously.
“Alright Firenze. With you…With you.” Harry’s eyes fell shut as his body prepared to give up the battle.
Quickly, Firenze pulled an arrow from his quiver and slit his wrist. He pried open Harry’s mouth and let the blood flow from him to his chosen.
In his language, he asked the heavens for her blessing, the stars for their approval to bring his chosen into the clan. The light from above shone brightly as the stars glittered; Jupiter, Mars, the brightest. Firenze carried his glowing chosen deep into the forest, Magorian and the other’s galloping in celebration behind him.
Harry woke confused and disoriented in the dark. Movement beside him caused him panic and he struggled to stand but seemed to have too many limbs and fell again.
The dark presence chuckled and Harry recognized Firenze.
“Calm my chosen; you must re-adjust to your form.”
Remembering vaguely agreeing to live with Firenze forever, Harry looked down at himself and nearly screamed. He tried to step backwards but again his body refused to cooperate and he fell sideways.
Two more centaurs came to watch his embarrassment and Harry flushed as their laughter joined with Firenze’s.
“Yea you can laugh, you were born like this.”
Firenze smiled and used the weight of his side to push Harry stable again. “As were you my Harry.”
Harry ignored that as cryptic Centaur talk and focused on trying to see himself. He turned his torso to see if watching the conflicting legs move would make it easier. No matter which way he turned, he couldn’t see it. When he looked up, three young centaurs were covering their mouths in an effort not to laugh.
“Yea yea, laugh it up.” Harry huffed.
Harry was thankful the darkness hid his embarrassment, though it also prevented him from seeing how the centaurs were standing.
“Perhaps a bit of instruction Firenze.” one of the adult Centaurs chastised. Firenze bowed low and nodded.
“You think to much my Harry. Simply feel, as you looked for yourself, your body reacted. Think of where you wish to move, not how you wish to get there.”
Harry rolled his eyes, thinking he’d never understand how Centaurs spoke. The younglings giggled.
He decided he was a Gryffindor for a reason and bowed his torso in determination. He would run out of here if he had to. His clumsy burst of speed barreled past the foals and before Harry could figure out how to stop, he hit a tree.
Groaning he struggled to stand and lean against it, his head in his hands.
Firenze galloped up; face the epitome of worry and concern.
“My Harry, are you hurt?”
“Naw, I’m alright Firenze.” Harry shook his head and walked around some to shake off the pain. When it was gone and he lifted his head to find Firenze, he saw the centaur was smiling.
“There my Harry. It is as simple as walking.”
One of the foals groaned at the lame joke and trotted over to Harry butting his head. Harry groaned as it returned his pain, but otherwise said nothing.
“Don’t worry about his jokes; we’ve been working on him for ages.”
A female rode up and butted his head, Harry stifled the groan, “Yea he’s loads better then some of the elders.”
The third colt was older then the others and obviously taking pains to not be seen as immature as they were. He nodded his head at Harry. “The elders have been alive since before the Dreaded One cursed us. They have the right to remain unmoved by your pitiful attempts at humor.” This centaur was teen aged and reminded Harry to much of Malfoy. The memory of his childhood nemesis caused flashes of pain as the final battle burned through his head.
Harry stepped back in shock and then searched desperately for the only familiar face. Instantly, Firenze was at his side. His large warmth soothing to Harry.
“What, what happened?” Harry asked the dark centaur. He waved a hand at the foals that ran off, and for the first time Harry realized how much smaller, he was then Firenze.
Firenze gestured for Harry to follow him and together they walked to the edge of the forbidden forest. The castle was in ruins but it seemed much older then just the few days it had surely been. The grounds were over run and the pieces of the castle that had been destroyed by war still evident. Also there was no evidence that a recent blood had been spilled, no bodies, no blood, no deep crevices where the curses missed.
“It has been ten years since your death Harry Potter.” Harry leaned heavily into Firenze.
“I took you and changed you, but time does not pass to centaurs as it does to mortals. Your change took longer then most as you still had much of your life to live.”
Firenze waited while that set in.
“So, I’m a centaur now.”
“Yes Harry, this is what you agreed to. I offered you forever in my arms and heart and you agreed. The heavens have blessed our union.”
“Huh.”
"What happened, why didn't anyone come and re open the school?"
"We are unsure, but we think that there are not enough Wizards, that they have fled to other places to begin again."
Harry stepped out on the grounds and walked amongst his only home. Firenze not ever far behind. Harry stopped at the steps of Hogwarts but decided not to go in. Something inside was telling him that centaurs are meant to be under the stars not hidden behind stone. He turned and nodded at Firenze who led him back to the forest and did not mention his tears.
Firenze led Harry to a segregated section of the forest that some part of Harry recognized as where he began this. He collapsed to his knees and leaned on Firinze as the larger centaur settled around him. His sleep was deep but far from peaceful.
Life as a centaur was completely different from life as a wizard. They lived outdoors and were completely self-sufficient. They were strict vegetarians and though Harry thought he might miss meat, he found he didn’t. The forest provided anything he could want and the other youths provided companionship.
Firenze’s place in Harry’s new life confused him. Firenze taught him of life as a centaur and punished him when he misbehaved, but assured Harry he was not his father. Whenever Harry asked another adult, they only told him Firenze was Harry’s stallion. Now Harry wasn’t a horse expert, but he thought that stallions were breeders and hard to train male horses. But his time among the centaurs had instilled in him the deep resentment that came when compared to meager animals of burden.
Eventually, though the question burned in his mind, he left it alone. One thing centaurs were emphatic about was time. They were born of stars, and stars live forever. What is a decade when one lives to be forever?
Harry’s schooling centered around centaur history and their relationships with other races as well as how to control their magic and potions. Centaur magic was not like wizard magic and the first time Harry tried to access his magic as if he would have as a wizard, he knocked himself unconscious for months.
Centaur magic is the magic of the stars, of the land, and of the future. It is a gift, in a way that wizard magic has been forgotten. One cannot control it; one asks and rejoices if their requests are granted. It is the magic of observation. Centaurs could alter perceptions of those around them so as to not be seen or seen as something else. They are great hunters, though they only kill for protection of their land or young. Harry witnessed this first hand when the humans grew to bold and attempted to cut down the forest.
Harry stayed with the young and tended to Firenze’s wounds silently. He understood his stallions silence and his hollow eyes. Killing is never easy, but these humans were far from defenseless. Bane, the only centaur Firenze didn’t get along with, perished under gunfire. Apparently Bane’s chosen refused him and he hungered for death.
The most disturbing aspect of Harry’s new life was that he was the youngest. When he remained the youngest despite the fact that Hogwarts hadn’t been open in a century, Harry grew curious.
“Firenze,” Harry asked as he and his stallion watched the passage of the stars. “Why are there no more children?”
Firenze sighed and snapped his tail, a nervous tick Harry now recognized. “In the time before, there was a battle between Centaurs and Wizards. The Dreaded one cursed us with the inability to create life.” Harry had heard this part, but didn’t understand. He could see the young around him.
“How did you fix it?” a century ago, Harry would have been still floored that Firenze was millennia old but now it was old hash.
“We did not. Instead, we begged the heavens for an answer and they gave us one. Do you remember my Harry, how you came to be mine?” Harry nodded vaguely; the passage of time had dimmed his memory of the event.
“I asked you to be with me always, and you agreed. You were my chosen. We each have one. Someone of the mortal world that we watch and wait for. On their deathbed, we offer them life with us. If they accept,” He paused and Harry’s flanks shook with suppressed excitement, this was the closest any of them had gotten to explaining the relationship between stallions and chosen.
“If they accept, then they become as you.” Harry sighed and returned to his star watching. Mars and Jupiter always shone on him, though none of the elders would explain what that meant.
Harry leaned on his Stallion. He’d grown over the past century, but not enough to be considered full grown. He needed another century before they would let him go hunting with them. He heard Xane, the centaur that reminded him of Malfoy, whispering with Martha, the young female, that Firenze was an enviable stallion. They obviously knew what this whole thing was about, but refused to answer his questions.
They sent him to Firenze who would change the subject. But if living so long had taught Harry one thing, it was patience.
Centuries past and Harry grew up. His small weak legs grew and strengthened and Harry learned to patiently explore his ideas. He brought great change to the clan and allowed the elders their traditions while offering the few younger then him the advancement they craved.
He was no longer a colt and Firenze could not stave of his hunger for his gelding any longer. Magorian sent them on patrol together and hinted that Firenze was not to come back until he had claimed his gelding. It was embarrassing for the foals to know what their greatest mover for change did not.
Harry knew something was changing, but kept his peace and followed his Stallion silently.
They settled in for the night before Firenze spoke.
“My Harry. You have frequently asked me to explain stallions and mares and their chosen, and I have not. It is time I did.”
Harry tilted his head at Firenze and waited. Harry grew into a stunning Gelding that other stallions and mares envied. His coat was dark black like Firenze’s own but on his flank was Jupiter’s mark in white. His chest was chiseled and blended smoothly with the horse part.
Firenze stepped forward and pulled Harry into his arms. Harry rested his head on Firenze’s shoulder and sighed.
“You have always been mine, my gelding, my chosen, my Harry.”
“What is a gelding?”
Firenze snorted, Magorian was right to send them away; he had shorted his chosen by keeping the information from him.
“My love, my mate, my gelding.”
Harry pulled away, eyes wide. Firenze had taken pains to keep Harry from witnessing any mating so it was no surprise he was frightened.
“Do not be afraid my Harry we do not...”
“I am not afraid.” Firinze shifted his weight at the dishonor Harry payed him by interrupting. “I’m sorry Firenze. I just, I’m not afraid. I am excited.”
Harry shifted to the side and Firenze saw his cock was unsheathed. He raised an eyebrow and rejoiced when Harry blushed.
“I love you my Harry.” He said just before he swallowed Harry’s answer with a kiss.
Warning slash/bestiality.
Firenze pushed Harry to the side and mounted up. His forelegs settled around Harry’s meld point and he wrapped his arms around Harry’s chest, holding him and kissing his neck. Harry shifted forward in his excitement and Firenze shifted with him.
Firenze shushed his gelding when he startled as Firenze’s cock pushed into him slowly. He could feel it slipping deep into him, pushing past tight muscles; every inch of it drawing pleasure as it caressed his insides. He moaned low as the cock thrust independently of Firenze’s will. The older centaur ran his hands all over Harry’s chest and Harry reached up to fist his hands in Firenze’s leaf covered hair.
Their mating lasted long and Harry was beside himself with pleasure before Firenze’s climax triggered his own.
“You are mine forever My Harry.” Firenze said as he climbed off Harry’s back.
“And you are mine, my stallion.”

An: i realize that Harry isn't a gellding but these a centaurs not horses and i'm just using it to seperate the top males from the bottom males. Harry does have a functioning penis.
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