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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: Okay, now the story gets into high gear, . . .Maybe.

To Kogas Hentai luver: Yeah, I agree. I know it was a war, but really. Did she have to do in all my favorites?

Ladylala04: Didn’t plan it, but it’s entirely possible.

Lady Laran: I think things might kick into high speed soon, but as I said, I’m going along as I think up stuff, so who knows? And thanks for the back-up. HP Lexicon Rocks!

unneeded: I can always count on you, thanks! Patience is a virtue. Stick by me and all will be revealed.

Scipia: Welcome, and I hope you like this. I think this chapter will tell you where Snape’s interests are, sorry if it ain’t what you were hopin’ fer.

SlytherinMistress: Thanks SOOOOOOO much! I aim to please.

Once again, I am open to suggestions and looking for some interesting magical beasts to add to the menagerie. Feel free to pop them into the suggestion box, just down there./

Chapter Two: Chameleonis Humanus

Harry opened the book Remus had sent him and turned to the beginning of the first chapter:

‘Chameleonis Humanus

Descended from an ancient creature-crossed human race, the Chameleonis is a versatile beast that can mate with many other magical crosses. The Chameleonis reaches sexual maturity in the cold weather, usually just after the first snows, but there are very few outward signs of the change.

The most prominent sign of a Chameleonis is the release of pheromones to attract his mates. A Chameleonis is always male and always a dominant partner, often attracting another dominant and causing a spontaneous reversion of said dominant’s status.

When a different species of magical creature breeds with a Chameleonis, the offspring will always carry the other creature’s traits, and never be born fully human. This guarantee is one reason that this is a desirable union. The only mating that will produce another Chameleonis is the union with a ‘pure human’(See notes in appendix A) and subsequent male birth.

The rarest pairing recorded is a Chameleonis and a Phoenicia (see Phoenix creature inheritance).

The ability to assume the form of each mate, physically as well as magically, is the basis for the name of the Chameleonis. Another name given this beast is Shape Shifter or Body Double. This is the method used in mating, following the rules that govern the Chameleonis’ mate.

The Chameleonis is one of the rarest of Magical Cross-breeds and is protected by the Rare Beasts-Humanus Act of 1652. The appearance of a Chameleonis must be reported to the Protection of Magical Beasts Division of the Department of Non-human Relations.’

           The young wizard closed the book and shook his head. “And I thought werewolves and Veela were weird.” He mumbled as he put it back into his trunk and climbed into bed. Sleep overcame him quickly as he considered the events of the new school year.

           The first couple of months of school were uneventful, but by the time decoration for the Halloween feast were put up, Harry began to lose his appetite. He was tired a lot and began to become listless in class. He overslept, often missing the breakfasts that he didn’t want anyway, and was late to potions on the morning of the first snowfall.

            Professor Snape was lecturing on the properties of Hellebore when Harry arrived, and though the man stopped speaking as Harry found his seat, he did not comment on the boy’s late arrival. The class was silent and when the professor began to speak again, Harry noted that many of his classmates were looking at him oddly. He concentrated on his notes, determined to pass his potions NEWTs, and ignored the others. This may have been his mistake.

            After this class, several things occurred that would foreshadow his future.

            First, Draco and Blaise got into an argument that broke out into an unorganized wizard’s duel, and it put them both in hospital for a few days. Madame Pomfrey was livid as she dealt with the bruises, cuts, welts and other wounds on them.

            Seamus lost his appetite, spending half the meal fidgeting at the table before running out and vomiting in the loo. He too, visited the medi-witch and was sent to his dorm to rest and let his system recuperate, as well as take a regimen of potions.

            Stephen Cornfoot, of Ravenclaw, developed a nervous twitch, jerking spasmodically every time Harry looked his way, or just regularly and Harry happened to look when it happened. Madame Pomfrey doused him with a dreamless sleep potion to allow his mind and body a repose and put him up in her last bed overnight.

            The Patil sisters broke out in a rash, causing the skin on their arms to peel away like they were shedding an outer layer, and one of the Hufflepuff girls began to sleepwalk, often ending up on the shore of the Black Lake in nothing but her bra and panties.

            All the occurrences, including Harry’s, were attributed to the up and coming NEWTs exams.

            Three days after the last patient was released from Madame Pomfrey’s care, there was an accident in the potions class that gave the staff their first clue as to what the problem was. The potion, a simple draft to ease the complications from the onset of creature inheritance, was brewing nicely in the cauldron that Harry was sharing with Neville, and the fumes had spread out to the two tables nearby, giving the room a nice spicy smell.

            Harry was carefully cutting the tips from the dry bat wings and Neville was stirring the pot, as per Harry’s instructions. When he wasn’t looking, Neville took the tips and dropped them into the bubbling brew. Harry noticed the movement and looked up, “No, Neville. Not yet!” the mixture turned an angry red color and the smoke rose rapidly, spreading across the room. “Professor, I think we have a problem, Sir.” Harry cried as his eyes burned.

            Severus rushed across the room, stepping over Blaise and Seamus, who had doubled over and dropped to the floor. “What have you done now, Longbottom?”

            “I just put in the bat wing tips.” Neville explained.

            “Before they had been dowsed with witch Hazel?” Snape asked and Harry nodded. Neville suddenly clutched his belly and groaned, falling to the floor. “Listen to me. Anyone who isn’t having a reaction is to vacate this room . . . immediately! Miss Davis, go to the transfiguration classroom and bring back Professor McGonagall. Now!”

            Harry started to follow the rest of the students, but his foot was snagged by Neville’s clutching hand and he fell onto the prone boy. Arms wove around him, clinging, clutching and confusing the young wizard. Suddenly, he was yanked from above and pulled to his feet.

            “Mr. Potter, the potion that you and Longbottom have inadvertently exposed them to is enhancing their creature inherited traits. It is essential to keep them quarantined until their heritage is discerned. Try to stay out of the way, but Do Not Leave This Room.” Snape ordered, pushing Harry toward the front of the classroom.

            “You want me to stay, Sir?” Harry asked.

            Snape glared at him as he scooped Neville up from the floor. He sat Neville on a stool and turned back to Harry. “I already know your heritage, go and sit! Mr. Longbottom, what line is your family in?”

            “Professor?” Neville muttered.

            “Your creature line, Neville. What is it?” Snape asked firmly.

            Neville stammered a response. “Salamadrea, Sir.”

            “Oh, sweet Merlin!” Snape said. “That explains a lot. Did either of your parents display?”

            “No, Sir. No one has displayed in my family for five generation.” Neville sounded confused and disoriented. “The traits were considered bred out.”

            “Less and less likely, Mr. Longbottom. Stay here.” Snape patted Neville’s shoulder in a strangely gentle manner before he turned and saw Harry still standing where he had been. “I thought I told you to keep your distance. Go and sit down at my desk, Mr. Potter!”

            Harry scurried away just as Professor McGonagall arrived. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but their conversation was rushed and heated. Oddly, Harry noted that Snape had not banished his and Neville’s potion and it continued to fill the room with fumes that smelled a bit like jasmine.

            When all of the students were collected from the floor, Harry counted seven of his fellow seventh years, three Gryffindors and four Slytherins. Soon after this, Professor Dumbledore arrived to assess the situation. He spoke with the other professors for a few minutes before crossing the room to speak to Harry.

            “How are you feeling, Harry?” he asked.

            “Fine, Headmaster,” Harry said.

            “I’m going to have to ask you a few questions, but I think that my office would be a better place, don’t you?” Dumbledore continued.

            “I suppose, Sir.”

            “Good. I’d like you to go there, now. Do not speak to any other students who may still be in the halls. I will meet you there as soon as these students are safely in the care of Madame Pomfrey. Help yourself to tea while you wait.” And Dumbledore turned from him, without further acknowledgement. The elder wizard hurried over to Pansy Parkinson and patted her gently on her quivering shoulder. Snape was looking deeply into Parvati Patil’s eyes, while McGonagall was doing something to Seamus’ forehead. Harry shrugged and hurried from the classroom.

            Dumbledore had very little to worry about, for the halls and stairways were eerily deserted and Harry didn’t see anyone to speak with. After ascending the stairs, he settled onto a cushy settee in the Headmaster’s office. As he waited for the professor, Harry drifted off to sleep again and woke up to the sound of Dumbledore arguing with Professor Snape, Remus and Sirius.

            “The boy needs to know!” Snape stated. “If not, he’ll be a detriment to himself and everyone else!”

            “You just want to tell him for your own vindictive reasons.” Sirius snapped.

            “His father knew what he was and it didn’t change how he treated his mates, or their children!” Snape returned. “That potion is going to bring out some intense reactions and he’ll be at the hub of most of it.”

            “Potion?” Remus injected.

            “Wormwood’s elixir.” Snape replied.

“What houses were involved?” Remus sounded panicked and Harry sat up.

            “Don’t overreact, Lupin. It was Slytherin and Gryffindor. Your precious Ravenclaw was safe.” Snape sneered. “But, you may want to have a little talk with your . . . girlfriend.”

            Lupin’s facial expression changed to an embarrassed flush and he responded quietly, but not so low that Harry didn’t catch it. “You may want to talk to her, also.” And Snape rolled his eyes and looked away.

            “Oh ho, Snivellus. I want front row for that speech.” Sirius crowed.

            “Like you don’t have some fences to mend, Black.” Snape returned.

            “I was in Azkaban!” Sirius snapped back. “And now, how could I be a . . .”

            “Harry! You’re awake.” Dumbledore broke in, drawing the attention of the others to his curious expression.

            “Yes, Headmaster.” The boy said.

            “Harry, we were just discussing how to proceed and I’m sure you have some questions to ask.”

            “Yes, I do.” He said looking around at the faces of his godfather, his father’s best friend and their school time rival, as they settled onto various chairs around him. “So many questions, I’m not sure where to start.”

            “Take your time, Harry.” Dumbledore said.

            “Perhaps I could ease your way.” Snape said. “The potion that you made . . .”

            “Wormwood’s elixir?” Harry asked.

            “Yes. Wormwood’s elixir is harmless to most people, but when inhaled by someone who is in the process of inheriting magical creature properties, it acts as a conduit to increase the speed and intensity of the traits. You, and Longbottom, have just sent eight students into various stages of rut.”

            “All of them have creature blood?” Harry asked.

            “Have you been reading the book I sent you?” Remus asked him.

            “I’ve started it, but it’s rather confusing. What did you mean, when you said you already know what I am, Professor?” Harry turned to Snape.

            “I meant just what I said,” Snape hedged.

            “You told him, already?” Sirius snapped.

            “He didn’t tell me anything. What are you trying to hide from me?”

            “No one is trying to hide anything, Harry.” Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder and settled onto the settee with him. “You see, Harry, your father was from a family line that had a very rare background.”

            “Rare, potent and highly desirable among the families that have magical beasts in their past.” Snape groused.

            “My father was . . a Chameleonis?” Harry said. “My mum was a human, so you think that I . . . ?”

            “Your mother was a Pure Human,” Snape snapped.

            “The probability is too great to ignore,” Remus added.

            “You’ll be in great deman,.” Sirius joined in excitedly and Harry scowled.

            “We are required to inform the ministry when a known Chameleonis is discovered. There will be an influx of potential mates vying for your attention.” Dumbledore finished.

            “Mates. The book said Chameleonis . . . Chameleoni . . whatever, it said they take mates. With an ‘S’. Plural. How many mates would I be expected to have?” Harry was babbling and Sirius reached out and took his hand.

            “That is entirely up to you, Harry.” He said.

            “And that’s what you wanted to tell me?” this he directed at Snape.

            “No.” the man said simply.

            “Then, what?” Don’t be shy now.” Harry was animated as he looked around the room. “How much worse can it get?”

            The four men exchanged a round of looks and Remus drew a deep breath. “James only had one wife, Harry. But he had other mates before that. He chose Lily and deserted the rest.”

            “You have siblings, Harry.” Sirius injected. “Seven of them. Three brothers and four sisters.”

            “I’ve got sisters and brothers that I’ve never met?”

            “Not exactly. You’ve met them, just not as family.” Remus corrected.

            “Mostly, they have no knowledge of their true parentage.” Snape scowled and didn’t catch Harry’s eye.

            “It is difficult to raise a child with creature inheritance when one parent is absent.” Dumbledore advised.

            “Especially, when both are.” Sirius threw in.

            “So, without my father’s . . .” Harry began but couldn’t put the words together.

            “Help.” Sirius put out.

            “Guidance.” Was Remus’ addition.

            “Acceptance.” Snape said and the other two nodded agreement.

            “Because James Potter rejected his mates, they could not easily accept their own children.” Dumbledore explained.

            “I want to meet them, again. They should know about me and my father.” Harry insisted.

            “They don’t even know about themselves.” Remus pointed out.

            “Ravenclaw? Who in Ravenclaw are you worried about Professor?” Harry cornered Lupin.

            “My son!” Remus shouted, but he drew a breath and calmed himself. “Your brother. His name is Terry.”

            “Terry? Terry Boot? He’s a half-blood. He said so, himself.”

            “He’s been raised by my sister and her muggle-born husband. It was safer than trying to raise him alone."

            “But . . .you’re a . . .” Harry began.

            “A professor? A werewolf? Or, a man?” Lupin queried. “I’m a werewolf male, but that doesn’t mean I can’t reproduce, especially with a Chameleonis mate.”

“The reason a Chameleonis is so in demand is the fact that they can breed with either males or females.” Snape said. Harry looked at him with his brows furrowed. Something he overheard upon waking had bothered him and he was sure that the potions professor was at the root of it.

            “What were you two saying about Tonks, before?” He asked and noted Snape’s glare when he said her name.

            “Dora doesn’t know about my son.” Remus supplied. “Professor Snape was just telling me what I already knew. It is time to share my family with others who are important to me.”

            “But why would Snape need to talk to her?” Harry said.

            The two men looked like they had been caught sneaking cookies and Harry narrowed his eyes. “Tonks would understand about you having a son. You are quite a bit older than she is.” He stated.

            Snape scoffed and Remus sighed. Harry watched and waited. “Yes, she is. She’s young enough to be my child, isn’t that what you want to say, Severus?”

            “I don’t state the obvious, as you are implying.” Snape gloated.

            “But that’s up to her, isn’t it? It’s not like she’s not an adult, and I know her parents wouldn’t mind.” When Harry finished this speech, Snape stood and glared at him more hate filled his eyes then Harry had ever seen. But, it was not directed at him, more through him.

            “Her parents? Really, Potter! Still arrogantly making decisions about thing you know nothing about! Do you really believe that Andromeda Black could produce a Metamorphagus with that insipid muggle, Ted Tonks?” It wasn’t Snape’s description of the man, or even the fact that he said the man’s name like it was a dark curse, that made Harry’s eyes pop open wide and his eyebrows shoot toward his hairline.

            As the potions professor spoke, his hair turned a soft blond with respectable grey streaks and his nose lost its broken, beaky look, stretching as straight and pointed as Lucius Malfoy’s. The man went from an angry, ugly, greasy git to an inflamed but handsome aristocratic gentleman in the course of a few sentences.

            “You . . . you and my dad?” Harry gasped.

            “Do close your mouth, Potter. Any second an owl may decide to roost there.” Snape sneered and turned away.

            “Was there anyone he didn’t . . . “ Harry stopped short as he caught a glimpse of his godfather looking anywhere but his direction. “No. Not you, too!”

            Sirius’ head snapped up and he stammered. “I-I didn’t . . .didn’t know . . I didn’t know he a-and your m-mother . . . .”

            “What your eloquent guardian is trying to say, is that very few Chamelioni are monogamous. The decision to marry Lily and remain true came as a surprise. And when he cut off his previous mates, it was a shock.” Severus injected, lowering into a squashy chair.

            “So, that explains what you were saying, about Azkaban.” Harry murmured.

            “Yes! Wait, that’s a question that I want answered. Where is she? Where is Patsy?” Sirius asked.

            “My guess is luxuriating in a hospital bed with the others from her class.” Snape supplied.

            “Patsy is here?” Sirius fled from the room with Remus on his heels.

            “I’m guessing that this meeting is over. Wouldn’t you agree, Headmaster?” Snape said as he gathered himself together and rose.

            Albus sighed and nodded. He turned to Harry and said. “You are excused from your classes for three days. If you’d like to visit your friends, do it today. They will be off limits for the next two days.”

            Harry nodded and left, but as he closed the door, he heard the elder wizard ask. “Should the other classes be exposed to the potion, as well? To make things equal?”
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