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Many A Mind And Blood	By : dra6on Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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MANY A MIND AND BLOOD by dra6on

Chapter 3. Tears

It was a gnawing feeling in his gut. It told him something was about to happen and Harry really hated feeling like this. Especially on Fridays. People around him were talking and eating with nothing but mundane things weighing on their minds. He looked down on his plate and nibbled a meat ball. God, he'd kill for a fresh kill. If only to make this feeling go away.

Pushing the plate away in disgust the brunette looked up just as Malfoy entered the Great Hall. The blonde looked subdued beneath the Malfoy mask and his eyes were darting around, looking for potential dangers.

Harry sincerely hoped no one else noticed because Gryffindors especially would jump at the chance to humiliate the Slytherin Prince and there was nothing funny about getting attacked by a pack of hungry werewolves. It was a miracle Malfoy was still alive and making fun of his situation was both immature and gruel. Then again, Malfoy had exploited his weakness against Dementors... but that was years ago and they were thirteen.

Harry turned his eyes back on his plate and glared at the disgusting human food. He had been so careful in London, reading up on vampires and werewolves and what little was available on shapeshifters and empaths. But in school he'd begun losing control of the situation and now he'd fed from three different people and from one on purpose. He'd hunted many times in wolf form and once as an owl and now cooked food just didn't taste the same. He should have waited until he understood more about himself before going into the forest.

But the books offered no answers and he couldn't go and ask people. Snape was not really an option and the man knew only a fraction of Harry's secrets – and the young man wanted to keep it that way. So when there was no information available the only other possibility was experience. Which meant going out and experimenting. He couldn't just lock himself up for the rest of his life and in this situation it wasn't even a viable option. No matter what he did, he would keep lusting for blood, and probably sex as well, not to mention feeling the emotions of people around him and precipitously bursting into a song. Harry rubbed his eyes under the lenses. He honestly wished Regan was here so at least he'd have someone who would not lie to him and would trust him.

"If I could have your attention, please?"

The announcement was accompanied with a couple of loud bangs from teachers' wands and every student in the Hall quieted down and turned their attention to Dumbledore. The Headmaster was twinkling at them from behind his half-moon glasses and kept them waiting for a couple more seconds.

"It pleases me to inform you that Mr Malfoy has recovered completely and as you can see has already been cleared by our resident Mediwitch Madam Pomfrey." He waited for the shouts and cheers – from Slytherins – to die out. "And on that same note, Ministry is posting Aurors in Hogwarts on the following full moons. They are trying to locate the werewolf that saved Mr Malfoy and should anyone have knowledge of that, please come to talk to me or any of your teachers."

Harry made a point of not looking in Snape's direction.

"It is quite important that we find this werewolf but do not try to be heroes, and simply come to us with information. Thank you, please continue with your meal."

The Headmaster took his seat and Harry watched him lean back as buzzing discussion filled the Hall. His enhanced hearing could pick up on Malfoy's tale of terror and for once the true story was so terrifying that the blonde apparently did not feel the need to exaggerate. Or maybe Malfoy too really was growing up after the death of his father and the war. Maybe it had been that potential that had prompted Harry to save his sorry ass.

I'm concentrating way too much on Malfoy when I should be thinking about my situation. Even if he's the only one who could potentially reveal me.

"Mister Potter, the Headmaster would like for you to join him in his office after breakfast."

He nearly bared his teeth at McGonagall who was already wearing a disapproving frown, no doubt because of his current seating at the Ravenclaw table. He managed to nod and cursed himself for not leaving earlier. He had known something would happen. Why hadn't he just walked away?

One glance at the Head Table showed him Dumbeldore already gone and Snape eyeing him with veiled concern. Damn, he was not prepared to deal with the old coot at the moment. He had been at the beginning of the year but that had been three weeks ago and he'd let himself be lulled into a false sense of security.

And now he was to walk into the office of the devil bent on controlling his life and there was nothing to be done about it unless he wanted to risk another detention on the eve of Mabon.

Gathering his bag Harry got up to leave. His eyes travelled over his former best friends who where shooting him looks – honestly, couldn't they think of something else to do with their time? – and the first years that all smiled at him and the four he'd helped even waved in goodbye. He felt better right afterwards and on his way to the Headmaster's office thought about how much a simple smile could ease one's being. It was magic like no other. Perhaps there was something to Dumbledore's speeches about love being the greatest power of all... but Harry doubted that was what it would take to kill Voldemort. One good AK would do it at the moment.

If only he could find the bastard.

Arriving at the entrance he simply glared at the gargoyle, not even bothering to start listing off sweets. This was one place he'd been avoiding like hell in the past three weeks and he had not bothered to figure out a password when he wouldn't need it any way.

After five minutes of quietly bearing the brunt of his angry glare the gargoyle finally blinked and met his eyes. "Anger does not suit you, young man-creature," it noted in an amused tone. Harry blinked in surprise, the wheels in his head already searching for the most logical answer. Who knew a gargoyle could talk? Perhaps it was something to do with Hogwarts herself? Harry quickly put up a privacy ward.

"Could you, maybe, put me in touch with someone?" he asked slyly, ignoring the incredulousness of the situation.

"What do you wish for?"

"I just want to have a talk with a certain someone. I think you can help me."

The gargoyle stared at him for a long while. Actually, for so long Harry thought it might have returned to its unmoving state but then its beak opened, "I will consider it. The Headmaster is waiting."

As normal the stairs started revolving upwards and Harry caught a lift up, not bothering to do the walking and used the time to enforce his shields. At the least he'd know if someone, namely Dumbledore, attempted to get a glimpse. He knocked on the door after taking a deep breath in preparation.

"Come in, my boy."

Harry nearly choked at the welcome but schooled his features before grasping the handle and letting the door open, revealing the cluttered office of Albus Dumbledore and of course the man himself. He stepped in, every sense on high alert and noticed for the first time that like every one else, Dumbledore was projecting his feelings too. He nearly smirked at the thought but caught himself in time. Before he hadn't got close enough to try but now there was nothing disturbing him.

Old man, you're so going down.

"Ah, please. Take a seat, Harry."

Fine, if the man wanted to pretend nothing had ever occurred between them, he would let him. Until he had enough of this façade.

"What do you want of me, Professor?"

He could feel slight apprehension and surprise in the man and raised an inquiring brow as the silence dragged on. Fawkes wasn't present and for once he was glad of his absence. If he'd have to point one to know his true heritage he's bet would have been the phoenix, and he still didn't know if Dumbledore and his familiar were actually able to communicate.

"Well, we haven't yet had a chance to talk this year, and I would like to have your input on the attack on young Mr Malfoy."

The young man blinked in surprise. Does he suspect? He can't, I've been extra careful with the portraits and wards. Hogwarts? I would have felt a change in the castle. Shit, what does he want?

"I only know what you told us at the breakfast and what rumours have been flying around," he replied calmly. "That he was attacked by a werewolf that apparently dragged his arse, pardon my language, to the castle that night. And the Ministry's involved."

"You have not noticed anything else? Nothing has come to your attention regarding the Dark creatures in the forest?"

Now Harry was ready to bolt out of his chair at a moment's notice. But he sensed no deceit, just curiosity. It might have been simply because he did sense the nature of things better than anyone he knew even before his birthday. He put on a pensive look.

"No, I'm sorry but nothing has caught my attention. Whatever that creature was, it is laying low now. The Forest seems calm."

Disappointment that was quickly overwhelmed by that previous apprehension. And slyness. Was sly even an emotion? Well, it was what Harry was feeling from Dumbledore at that moment.

"Now, how has the year started for you?" The man had the gall to put on a jovial smile. Harry knew his patience was at his limit and there was absolutely no reason for him to continue placating someone he hated from the bottom of his heart.

"Unfortunately, that is a personal matter." Ice was creeping into his voice and he sensed bemusement from the old wizard. He didn't care. "As it is you do not have my trust and therefore are not privileged to that information. If that is all, I will take my leave."

He got up and had managed to turn away when the Headmaster spoke up again. He should have let it go.

"Harry, what can we do to go back? I do not see how-"

The remaining trinkets from Harry's temper tantrum from fifth year exploded into pieces. The shards rained on the floor and Harry was gratified by the flux of fear and surprise he'd caused in the white bearded codger. He had only just stopped his anger from targeting Dumbledore specifically. He doubted he could have just walked away from that.

And with one glance at the destruction he'd caused was just what he did.

The gargoyle didn't speak up when he left but he doubted he could have now handled communicating with the castle anyway. He had a massive headache brewing and detention in the evening that he should now be concentrating on. Slughorn had not been pleased with his skipping and – already pissed off when the culprit for the explosion had not been found – had put him into detention with Snape, under the impression he'd suffer the most there. Harry only hoped the DADA teacher would not grill him for answers he did not want to give.

Harry sighed as he stepped into his quarters. Hedwig hooted softly as welcome. Her presence brought the smile back on the young man's lips and he moved beside her to pet his loyal familiar.

"Hey girl, did you have a good hunt?" She nibbled his fingers gently and Harry sensed satisfaction from her, but also fatigue. "Get some sleep, girl. You need it and I'd like you to take a letter to Regan tomorrow. I wonder why she hasn't written after I got her Barry and all..."

His voice faded out and Hedwig hooted her affirmative before launching off and flying out of the open window. Harry checked no one was looking up on the yard and shut the window against the cool autumn air. Mabon would be upon him soon and it would end his year of rituals. He'd celebrated Litha and Lughnasadh during the holidays. During Litha he'd travelled to the country and spent the five days meditating in the nature and fasting. On the 21st he'd sent his magical energy into the realm of Afterlife as a show of gratitude for the previous cooperation. He had welcomed the Midsummer celebrations as he no longer had to prepare himself for battle and negotiate with spirits and concentrated on cleansing himself and honouring the summer. But Lughnasadh... He had only lit a candle and it was a miracle he'd even remembered that after what had happened with Regan.

Mabon. Two days and he really couldn't disappear into the wild again. He could fake some sort of emergency in London but doubted that was going to hold. And there were maybe a dozen Slytherins who also celebrated the old holidays and they remained at school. He would just light candles and meditate on his free time, and by Morgana he was glad the 21st was a Sunday. He wouldn't have to skip and get into more useless detentions.

Harry knew he'd at least have to finish his wheel of the year. Mabon would be the last as his parents had appeared to him on Samhain nearly a year ago due to him lighting a black candle in his ignorance and summoning them with a mere thought.

The young wizard shook his head to clear his thoughts. He almost expected Hedwig to hoot in concern but the owl wasn't here anymore. "I think I'd like to see them again some time," he whispered into the empty air of the room. "Maybe when I die. I know I can't summon them anymore, not even on Samhain, but I hope they're happy with the results and as mad with Dumbledore as I am." He chuckled. "Mum might actually want to tear a new one in Dumbledore when the old coot finally retires to the Afterworld."

He knew he should be worried about the Aurors but the next full moon was a month away, and it wasn't like they could catch him anyway. He was a shapeshifter, by Circe. A true Therianthrope. Let the foolish wizards try and capture him. He would let them know exactly why the Old Law dictated Therianthropes to be killed on sight.

He shook the destructive thoughts out of his head not wanting to reap the same havoc in his quarters that he had in Dumbledore's office and settled down to enjoy his free period. He continued his reading on goblins finding that on top of being boring Binns was also inaccurate in his lectures. He wondered how Dumbledore could allow it to continue but then again the man had destroyed generations' defence skills. They weren't learning anything about Egypt, and while goblins and wizards had had a stormy history, they weren't the only beings wizards had interacted with. He was actually glad to have earned Dreadful on his OWL as no could have then forced him to continue (read Hermione).

Time passed quickly and he kept his head down in Herbology, and Defence in the afternoon taught by Snape. He generally tried to stay invisible in the latter class but it was futile. The black eyes followed his every movement and though a uncertain truce existed between them Snape was clearly not happy to have been put in the position the professor now found himself to be in.

Harry actually wondered if he should be worried about the detention later today.

He sat with Luna at dinner again. He knew their talks benefited her greatly but was unsure of the boiling jealous feelings that seemed to erupt from some people every time he went near the Ravenclaw blonde. She was oblivious to this and he brushed it off, thinking he'd deal with it when it became a serious problem.

"Oh, you have detention?"

"Yeah, Slughorn put me with Snape thinking it'd make me the most miserable. He's still angry about the break-in."

"And he punished you." Luna dreamily chewed on a meatball. "Perhaps he's got a sixth sense."

Harry smiled and ignored Luna's intuition. There was nothing to be done about it and he knew the girl wouldn't go blathering to other people. His secrets would have been safe with her but he wasn't ready to risk her safety simply to make things easier for himself. And he already had Snape for that, even if he wasn't entirely comfortable using the man for that purpose.

"Maybe, yeah. So I gotta go." He got up and smiled down at her. "I'll see you later, Luna."

"Bye, Harry," she replied, already focused on a bottle cap dangling from her necklace. Harry simply shook his head and directed his steps down into the dungeons and to Snape's office. The man was already there and glared menacingly at the young man at the door.

"Potter."

Funny how the man could get his voice sound like steel veiled with silk when his emotions were so clearly boiling with distrust and disgust. Harry actually envied him for the ability.

"So, Malfoy is already up and running. I'd have thought our resident Mediwitch would have kept him in her clutches for longer. Unless the snarky Head of Snakes had something to do with it…" He smirked at the thunderous expression.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for the cheek. Those papers, grade them."

Harry let his bag drop to the ground and took a seat at the table especially brought in for him. Before him sat stacks of first and second year essays and he gave the Potions Master a brief glance before setting to work.

He found the work abysmal most of the time and had no trouble writing down the scathing comments he knew Snape was famous for. There was just so much more the students could put in their essays if they simply bothered to read a little extra. He could understand the frustration of a brilliant man stuck with a job to teach dunderheads, especially now that he found no challenge in his schoolwork. However, the man was bound by his Dark Mark and loyalty to Dumbledore.

Harry did not envy him for that.

He could feel Snape's eyes on him from time and after an hour he decided he'd had enough of the silence. "So, what do your students plan for Mabon?" he asked, genuinely interested.

The scratching on the parchment stopped as Snape froze and his eyes shot up to drill holes in Harry's head. The raven haired teen kept his head down and focus on the paper he was currently reading. A moments silence, then…

"Why would that concern you?" He could practically hear the sneer. Could certainly feel it, though the wall was up and running.

"Well, seeing as I have to complete my wheel of the year, I thought I'd find out what others were planning on doing. It starts the day after tomorrow, after all, and I can't leave the castle without raising suspicion."

"It is none of your business, Mr Potter. I suggest you do not involve yourself with any of my students."

"I wonder what Malfoy would say to that. Seeing as how he'd be dead at the moment had I not 'involved myself' with the situation." He moved the paper to the completed stack and started on a new one. "Or worse. The Malfoy scion could be a werewolf at the moment, a creature unable to produce mail heirs without passing the curse - or at least traces of it." He tapped his quill to his lips. "I might have actually saved the entire Malfoy lineage. Imagine that."

"Are you done congratulating yourself?"

"Quite. So what are the students doing?" He risked a glance at the man from the corner of his eye, not wanting to test his pathetic shields against a powerful Legilimens. Snape was staring at a spot in the far wall and his face was blank, no clue to his inner thoughts visible.

"They seclude themselves from others for the first day and fast for the last three," the man replied. "You will not interrupt them."

Harry smirked at the man's attempt to command him but knew he'd be doing his rituals alone. Perhaps the Forbidden Forest could be of use… Hmm… Simply lighting a candle felt very ungrateful.

"I assume you and the Headmaster had the talk he's been promising the rest of the faculty for the past three weeks."

Harry's eyes shot up at that and he grimaced. "If by talk you mean him trying to simply pretend our last conversation didn't happen and me blowing up the remaining trinkets, then yes."

Snape raised his brows and Harry got the idea the man was fighting a smug smile. At least his amusement level was high enough for that. "Really now."

"That I topped with a theatrical exit that left him speechless."

Yes, that was a smile. He'd made Snape smile. The world was coming to an end.

At the thought his confidence amusement drained away. It really might have been and no one cared.

"It is weird," Harry began, simply staring at the paper before him not caring about his earlier apprehension, "how they think Vol- He is gone. I feel him all the time." He raised his arm and pointed with his index finger. "That direction, exactly there. That's where he is but I stop feeling him within fifty miles. I hired some help but half of them got killed. Can't get near him. Only I'm strong enough. And I never find him because he too can feel me get close. It's so fucking frustrating!"

Harry felt power surging just beneath his skin and his back itched. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to find his centre again. It wasn't easy and he felt the wolf prowl around in his mind, ready to take over. Immersing himself in the coldblooded calmness of the vampire Harry finally met the eyes of the professor. They mirrored his own frustration and the young man could see hints of despair. Soon the man closed off again and Harry sighed, glad no attack had come his way.

"Are others aware of this?" Funny, again Snape sounded almost civil.

"Dumbledore. After I returned from my month long excursion he cornered me thinking he could still get me under his thumb, especially because in my absence he'd fed honey to the masses and turned them to his side. Who knew the man could be so devious?" Harry gave out a bitter laugh. "I nearly cursed him and he hasn't come anywhere near me since. Today was the first time."

"Entertaining, I'm sure." The man paused, contemplating on something and feeling very hesitant about asking. "How long do you intend to stay at Hogwarts?"

Harry's eyes shot up at that and he met the black gaze of his Defence teacher. But there was no attack, and the man raised a mocking eye brow at his blatant distrust and surprise. He had thought no one had recognized his boredom for what it was. Not that he hadn't actually even attempted to hide his true feelings.

"Don't really know," he answered honestly, whirling the quill in his fingers and pushing away the incredulous feeling that came with the thought of actually confining in Snape. "It's boring, and I can tell very few actually want me here. Granted, I secluded myself for the summer but it's already been three weeks and no one has approached me. Except for Luna that is." He smiled. "I would've thought Neville at least would have had the guts to face me but something must have happened during summer…" He trailed off when his chest suddenly constricted. He had thought someone would be able to treat him normally even after the tense feelings in June but no one had shown to be brave enough. Except for Luna, of course, but the girl was in a class of her own. Ginny, he could understand, he'd basically crushed all her childish dreams and knew could never stand her in the long run. Seamus and Dean followed the general opinion and Neville… He really, really wondered about Neville.

"Perhaps they do not find you approachable, the stupid Gryffindors that they are. One mention of Dark magic and they turn against you like the mindless beasts their house supposedly represents." Harry was now officially confused. His empathy could sense only genuineness in the man. What the hell was this direction their relationship was heading into?

"You're talking to one of those stupid Gryffindors right now," he pointed out and Snape glared though it lacked the usual sharpness. Harry's empathy was picking up on feelings of calm and amusement though they again felt like coming through a wall. Since when had he induced those feelings in the bat of the dungeons? He internally shook his head and decided to continue. It did feel better to have someone know about this.

"I can't relate to them, not anymore. Sure, they experienced the war but I went through so much more just this summer. You just… You know that something's different but you can't very well explain what because it's something so fundamental that there simply aren't any words. Like how I tried to explain magic to Regan. The closest I got was being on constant high without any of the nastiest side-effects. Like being without it would be like being without air. At least for me.

"And now I'm some sort of super creature when I certainly didn't need any more power. I'd like to say fuck it and simply disappear but how am I to do that with Voldemort on the run? I disappear and Dumbledore will turn me into a bloody Dark Lord simply to attain some way to control me." He breathed in deeply. "Sorry for ranting but there really hasn't been anyone to listen to my angst for a while and keeping all this bottled up isn't healthy."

"I dealt with my godson during the summer. Compared to him-" Snape's sentence was cut off as a knock interrupted them. Harry's empathy immediately told him that the one outside was very tired and worried. He tried to get a better impression but failed. Memorising the most usual emotional stages of five hundred people really was impossible, after all.

"It's Draco." Snape informed him and Harry could feel worry peaking through the calm, and raised an inquiring eye brow.

"I'm simply serving my detentions. There is absolutely nothing abnormal about this situation. I get detention with you all the time." The young man returned to the essay, noting he'd already gone through half of them. He hoped the rest were of better quality.

He kept his head down and Snape called Malfoy in and only peeked at the blonde through his fringe before returning to work.

"Professor Snape, there is something I would like to discuss with you." The blonde had assumed a mask as soon as he'd seen Harry and the raven haired teen entertained the idea of telling the obnoxious brat he'd been the one to save him. Might let him see beneath the famous Malfoy mask yet again but it wasn't worth the consequences. Though seeing those pretty bluish grey eyes widen in surprise would be delicious.

Oh, gods and goddesses, he needed to get laid.

Snape put up a privacy ward and the two settled down for a talk. Harry concentrated on the essay though kept some of his attention on the emotional fluctuations of the two. They were obviously discussing something serious and important, and Harry managed to almost finish his detention work filled with scathing remarks he was quite sure would make some of the students sniffle when Malfoy suddenly exploded in anger and shot up from his chair, hand going for his wand.

Harry was up and his hand around the teen's throat before any of the occupants in the room could blink. He felt the many voices inside of him screaming in outrage at the threat towards one of theirs and they all wanted to rip the offender into pieces. He knew red was bleeding into his irises as the world suddenly got a red haze. He growled deep in his throat, feeling his canines lengthening and licked his lips in anticipation.

That was until a hand came down on his shoulder and the world suddenly righted itself and he blinked in confusion. Malfoy was clawing at his hand in desperate lack of air and Harry released him, allowing the blonde to sink to the floor gasping for air.

"Potter, you with us?" Snape sounded shaken and fear was prominent in the man's storm of emotions. Harry was sure their 'earlier encounter' had played itself again in the man's mind and quickly stepped back to give both Slytherins some space. Snape was quick to kneel down to help his godson though he seemed to be keeping an eye on Harry all the while.

"I…" Why had he done that? He hadn't been in control. Like with the bloodlust but he wasn't thirsty. There'd been no blood to excite him and he'd felt the other creatures within him for the first time and they had been equally outraged.

Outraged because Malfoy had almost attacked Snape.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Did he see?" he whispered, certain the Potions Master could hear him and sure enough the man shot him a cold glare, then shook his head.

Harry let out a small sigh of relief. That only left explaining his peculiar behaviour.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Malfoy snarled as soon as he got his breath back and turned angry eyes at Harry who met them calmly. Well, at least he'd got his wish; the Malfoy mask was gone.

"I could ask you the same thing," he replied blankly, staring straight into the icy eyes. "What the fuck were you thinking to attack your Head of House in front of a Gryffindor?"

A slight blush immediately made its way to Malfoy's pale cheeks but the anger in the blonde's glare didn't lessen. He opened his mouth to retort but Snape beat them both to it.

"If you are done with your atrocious use of language, I suggest Mr Potter makes his way to his dorm and Mr Malfoy, you take a deep breath and calm yourself. And while I'm certain Mr Potter was only concerned with my safety," the man sneered at that, "I have over twenty years of experience over both of you and you will not speak of this incident to anyone. Is that understood?"

Harry simply nodded, gathered his bag and left the Slytherins to deal with each other. He too was shaken and was not ready for a confrontation with Malfoy at the moment.

Obviously strong emotions bring out the creatures' instincts, Harry mused in the privacy of his mind as he made his way to his quarters. It however didn't explain his reaction but… he was oddly tired. It was already half past nine and he had to admit that after the detention he was far too exhausted than was normal and wanted to actually get to bed early. He suddenly realized today had been the most he'd talked since his arrival to Hogwarts, except maybe when he had been with Luna. He'd been talking with the greasy git of the dungeons and he had needed it. Damn, he was going crazy within these castle walls.

OooOOOooo

Glorious Mabon. Harry had stayed up until midnight on Saturday and lighted a circle of green and brown candles. The air itself seemed to have been charged with the anticipation of winter and the longing for summer and he meditated for hours in the soft light of the candle flames. It wasn't until three o'clock that he'd gone to sleep and had woken up only five hours later, ready for this day.

Even the ambient magic at Hogwarts seemed to be churning with eagerness and as Harry sat at breakfast with Luna he couldn't but help to wonder how the others could be so blind. This was the most basic magic, the magic of nature, and the majority of witches and wizards stomped through their lives without ever understanding or even glimpsing this. He was glad Luna wasn't one of those.

"Nargles and Wackspurts are taking the day off today," she informed him with a bright smile just as he was taking a seat next to her at the Ravenclaw table. He'd sat with the Claws more this week than he had with his Lions and knew everyone had noticed. But no one had dared to approach him for it. He scoffed at their cowardice.

"They can feel the shift in seasons and will stay out of sight until the magic is stable again," Luna continued, oblivious to his thoughts.

"Oh, do Lovegoods celebrate the old holidays?" Harry asked, piling his plate full with fruit. Luna looked pointedly at his plate and started to ramble about the thestrals she'd gone to see yesterday, and Harry went along with her good mood. It was good that she was feeling a little better. He hoped nothing happened to make her revert into the anguished jumble of emotions she was a week earlier. She was a jumble still but it was getting easier and easier for Harry to read her. Which he took as a good sign.

But Harry was getting distracted by the flashes of colours he kept seeing from the corners of his eyes but lost sight of whenever he turned his head to look at them more closely. He was getting quite tired with the changes his body was going through. And he was really getting tired with the pointed glances Malfoy kept throwing in his direction.

He'd come to the conclusion that somehow (and he'd rather not think how) he had come to regard Snape as part of his 'pack' or 'coven' or 'flock' or what the hell his creature inheritances' definition of family was. But was the git the only one? Luna? He looked at the girl next to him and smiled at her when their eyes met. She was so gentle and even if he couldn't really read her through the jumble of emotions he knew that she cared for him.

Would we defend her with our life? He got no definite answer to that question, only a vague feeling of uncertainty. So Luna was getting to be a part of his 'whatever' but wasn't quite there yet. Ron? Hermione? The kids?

No, definitely not. They might have been close but there existed no trust between them. And the kids already had packs of their own. Packs. Damn, now the creatures were affecting his vocabulary too.

Harry finished his breakfast, said his goodbyes to Luna, also telling her he would be busy for the rest of the day and left before her apathy could guilt trip him into inviting her along with him. For him the rituals were very personal and involving others simply felt wrong even if he was curious about other people's ways of celebrating.

Harry made a stop in the kitchen and had the house elves fill a basket for him filled with red apples, ripe plums, grapes and a bottle of wine and headed for his quarters to collect his other supplies. It was only ten in the morning and he headed outside to face this sunny day.

Not many students were out and about at this time. Actually, Harry only walked past some Ravenclaws studying by the lake. As he neared Hagrid's hut he slipped his glasses into a pocket and threaded his fingers through his black and red locks. He felt calm in a way he hadn't in a long while and even the wolf was silent in his mind, content to let the human direct them in this. Reaching deep inside of him Harry felt the stirring of the vampire but quickly backtracked as he started to feel the sun's gentle rays burning against his skin.

His empathy told him Hagrid was absent and, confident no could see him, the young man simply walked into the Forbidden Forest. He knew the path from the full moon nights and walked a good mile into the forest before coming across a small creek with the water burbling happily and a large flat stone upon which he arranged his burdens. Sun light filtered through the branches giving the place a soft golden glow and he heard birds singing and a part of him answered them.

Taking a seat on the ground Harry found himself humming but simply closed his eyes, letting the siren have the lead. He sat unmoving in a relaxed position and let his empathy and magic leave his control and melt together with the forest. He sensed the animals around him, hiding in holes and caves, the trees that breathed the same air he did. Everything within and around him was gently swaying in the eternal rhythm of magic and nature. This peaceful atmosphere that he could reach only on specific days.

He knew a centaur had spotted him and watched for a time before turning back and returning to the deeper parts of the forest. He was vaguely aware of the passing of the time but it was unimportant. Or was until the wolf suddenly yipped and jumped into attention without any reason at all. Harry's eyes snapped open and the magic he'd let gently flow around him crashed back into his body flipping him onto his back.

"What was that for?" he gasped in pain as a tree root dug into his back.

The wolf kept circling in his mind, certain that something was wrong but even it couldn't explain the sensation better. Harry checked the time with a Tempus: six in the evening. That meant he still had three hours to calm himself before starting the ritual. He settled back down but the wolf couldn't relax and now he started to feel echoes of its anxiety from deeper parts of him. Just after ten minutes he gave up and jumped to his feet, thoroughly annoyed.

"Fine, I'll see what it's about," he snarled viciously, scaring a bird into flight from a nearby tree. He didn't bother to take the ritual supplies with him, simply cast a ward around them before heading towards Hogwarts at vampiric speed.

He slowed down near the wall and slipped through the doors. The feeling was leading him towards Ravenclaw territory and he followed it caution written over his every step. He passed students but used the shadows to hide himself, not wanting to break his Mabon celebration by talking with someone on top of going around chasing after weird feelings.

But when he found out the reason he was suddenly very glad he'd done it.

The young wizard's wand was beneath the boy's chin in a second and while he froze the three girls didn't. They were still busy holding down their captive and ripping at her clothes and casting hexes on their wandless victim all the while gleefully smiling and giggling.

"Unless, you want me to kill you, you will ssstop!" Harry bit out, his voice quivering from the rage he was barely controlling. He wanted to kill these stupid pups.

Apparently one of the girls heard him and glanced up, freezing momentarily before grapping a hold of her cohorts and dragging them away from Luna. Harry felt his mouth turn into a maniac grin as the previously victorious, vicious, jealous and angry feelings of the bullies were overruled by pure fear. He stepped around the boy but paused as he noticed the other's hand within the holds of his robes, probably still grasped around his length as the boy hadn't even twitched after having felt Harry's wand against his throat.

Harry sucked in a harsh breath before hitting the male wizard with a Petrificus Totalus, stripping him of his clothes with another swish and finishing the job with a Incarcerous that left the boy's family jewels and strategically placed hand for all the world to see. Then he Banished the boy to the Great Hall.

Not wasting time on the thought that Banishing wasn't exactly human friendly magic Harry turned to the witches that very quietly trying to inch away. An overpowered Expelliarmus had all of their wands flying towards him but he didn't even bother to catch them and they crashed against the wall, clattering to the floor with cracks on the wood.

"What happened to Giles?" the one with glasses squeaked in an impromptu show of courage. Harry bared his teeth, still managing to keep his canines from lengthening.

"Oh, don't worry," he hissed venomously. "Whatever happened to him isn't even half as bad as what I have planned for you."

He smelled urine and grimaced. He was after all feared by most and strengthening that fear was unnecessary. Doing this could bring him some serious trouble but his instincts were ruling now and letting these lowlifes get away with minimal punishment was unacceptable. He was tempted to try Cruciatus but reined in that desire settling for more Light based spells for their punishment.

Thirty seconds later he was done and finally turned his attention to Luna who had stayed huddled on the floor. From now on the girls would be suffering thrice the pain they caused on their victims and also would be infertile until the stipulations of Harry's curse would be met. Namely genuinely regretting their actions and apologising to Luna publicly. Too bad he wasn't going to tell them about the counter.

Slipping his wand into the holster strapped to his arm Harry kneeled next to the girl. He gathered her unresisting form in his arms and stood up. Luna buried her head into his shoulder and her body started to shake as she begun to realise she was finally safe. He felt relief but also fear and it seemed the jumble was finally breaking apart, and Luna's mind was breaking from its seams.

He slipped into the shadows and strolled forwards. He wasn't taking Luna to the Infirmary, definitely not, so the only options left were his quarters and the Forbidden Forest. And at the moment the blond girl definitely needed the calming power of this day.

He passed by Snape in the hallways and the man stopped to stare at them. Harry simply shook his head and motioned he'd explain later and the man smirked at him, glancing in the direction of the Great Hall. Harry raised his brows inquisitively but nothing further passed between them. He managed to get himself and Luna to the forest without anyone noticing, which was easy with his vampiric stealth powers even if the castle seemed to be livid with activity.

Luna had kept silently shaking and crying during the walk and refused to let go when Harry would have set her down on the ground to ready his ritual. Finally he gave up with a sigh and settled to using only one hand.

The girl clung even tighter to him as the wizard began to arrange his rite. Harry found himself humming a soft tune but found no reason to stop as Luna seemed to find it comforting. If something could calm her, he should do it. The air was fresh and smelled of autumn and he felt the power of Mabon wash over him as he lit the candles on his make shift altar. Luna's head jerked.

"For the power I've been given, have my gratitude," he intoned in Parseltongue and set the apples and plums inside the circle formed by the candles. The flames brightened and started flashing with different colours. "For the freedom I've found, let me thank you." The grapes joined the other fruits inside the circle and the flames unified, forming a beautiful multicolourful circle of fire in the air. Harry smiled and closed his eyes as he felt the many spirits of today reaching out to him and his magic and let it flow freely around him, giving parts of him away while receiving others in return. Luna gasped and he felt her turbulent emotions calm as the power of Autumn Equinox washed over them.

"They're the ones that helped me," he whispered in the girl’s ear.

"Mum," came her broken whisper and Harry's opened his eyes in surprise. He couldn't see anyone and wanted to finish this now, before Luna's broken heart caused irreparable damage to her soul.

"By the power that isss mine, I bid farewell to Sssummer and call an end to my Wheel of Year."

He poured the wine on the fruits and saw the circle of fire descend and his offerings lit up. For a minute a beautiful tornado of fire raged upon the flat stone before dispersing into thin air leaving nothing behind. Harry felt a tug on his magic and allowed it to flow out to join the magic of the spirits. He felt his knees give out under him and Luna squeaked in surprise. The sound had Harry chuckling and as they lay on the ground warmed by the ritual with their limps tangled together he felt the siren bubble out again and let it.

"I sense Autumn coming on

The mist has hung low all day

Small birds gather on the wing

Preparing to make their way.

"The trees begin to show

A trace of brown among the green

"I sense Autumn coming on

The sun sinking red and deep

The fires burning in the fields

As late Summer falls asleep.

"The leaves begin to scatter

As the North wind calls their name

Folding gently back into

The silent earth from which they came…"

He blinked and became suddenly aware of Luna staring at him. He smiled uncertainly and sat up, adjusting her position at the same time.

"I…" Luna seemed to have lost her words. "There's magic in your voice."

He hummed. "Probably. But we all have our secrets."

He kept a close watch on the girl's emotions and couldn't help but be confused. The magic seemed to have cleansed Luna it was the only thing he could think of this as and what was left was…

Lust and affection.

A passage from a book he he'd read a week ago a floated to mind. "While the Veela charm with their looks and dance and thus induce desire in the spectators, Sirens use their voice. Their voice can break the strongest of wills and draw the listener close. At that point it is too late as Sirens…"

Harry drew back and put his hands on Luna's shoulders. "You need to shake off the power of my voice. I'm not singing now, right?"

He blinked as Luna laughed lightly and brushed his hands off. "I'm not under any spell. I'm immune to them, thanks to some inherent Lovegood magic." Harry's mouth formed a silent 'oh' but it snapped shut when Luna leaned forward and her breasts brushed against his chest. He became aware of exactly how inappropriately they were sitting. And Luna wasn't a virgin… was what his nose told him.

"You know people pretty well if you can see through me," Luna whispered. "I… I don't love you and I don't want to date you. But just… it helps, you know? Let's me forget for a while." The sadness surfaced again and it was like a sea, hidden deep within Luna. Harry felt tears pool in his eyes at the feel of it.

"I spoke with Neville," Luna continued in a broken whisper. "And Ginny. But she's so against you, and Neville seems to be in the process of making his mind so I don't want to bother them. You're the only one I can ask. Harry, please."

The young man gulped as Luna wrapped herself even closer and touched the skin on his throat with her soft lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked gently, grazing the soft tissue with her teeth. He cleared his throat, reining in the creature instincts. "I can't Luna. I… I… I just can't. You're a friend. And it's not-"

She silenced him by crushing her mouth against his and he tried to protest but something new was awakening in him. He felt himself roll them around and press down into the blond girl as their kiss deepened and tongues came into play.

Circe, she tastes good… Forcefully he ripped his mouth away from hers and prodded himself above her on his elbows. They were both panting and Harry closed his eyes, his nose filling with the scent of arousal.

"You're not a virgin," he commented quietly, not wanting to accidentally bond with her as an incubus. He trusted his nose but not this much.

"No." She tugged at his neck but Harry didn't budge, only gazed questioningly in her eyes. She huffed in exasperation. "Mailman. This summer. Ended badly. I wonder if our Blibbering Humdingers had anything to do with it…" She smiled her dreamy smile but Harry could feel desperation surface among the lust and affection and his resolve was grumbling. A willing female was offering herself to him on a silver platter and he was saying no? What the hell! his inner demons seemed to be screaming.

Harry closed his eyes and blew out a breath. He knew he too needed this and Luna was willing. But…

"Please Harry. It won't mean anything. We'll go back to normal afterwards. I need this."

And the battle was over.

"Fine," he agreed and Luna's smile turned blinding and her tugging at his neck increased. "But not here. We can go to my rooms but I'm not doing this on a forest floor."

She pouted and Harry found himself needing to adjust to this new Luna. They got up, Harry with decidedly more grace than Luna, and Harry gathered his things before the wizard and witch started making their way back to the castle. It was already dark and he had to help Luna to navigate past the roots ready to trip her at any moment. She didn't question his improved sight and Harry didn't offer to carry her. He could feel her excitement bubbling just beneath the surface but he was still feeling indecisive even if he had agreed.

Was he really going to sleep with his friend? Sure, he and Regan had fucked like bunnies when they didn't find other partners (and sometimes Regan had even agreed to a threesome) but Luna was a different case than the extrovert American he'd found for a roommate. What would this do for Luna? But if she said she needed it…

He suppressed a growl.

It took an hour to get to the grounds and another half an hour to Harry's quarters. He warded the room, discarded his bag and strode to his potions self. Picking up a vial of clear liquid he handed it to the girl who suddenly got a curious look in her eyes.

"It's an anti-pregnancy potion mixed with a kind of a healing potion. I created it for the muggles I slept with last summer as I didn't want any Potter Juniors running around in the future and I don't like the feel of condoms. They are thin… bags that muggle men put on to protect themselves from various sex diseases."

Luna nodded already uncorking the vial. She licked her lips at the taste and smiled up at Harry. Well, nothing else to it.

"Hmm…." Harry hummed as he stepped to Luna and ran his hand through her blond hair. It was soft and he breathed in that pleasant fragrance of bubblegum and daffodils. When Luna raised her arms around his neck demandingly and Harry submitted to the kiss, cupping her face in his hands, he found absolutely no reasons to stop. They were old enough and she wanted this. He sucked at her bottom lip and when they opened their mouths their tongues gently caressed each other before the kiss deepened. He hoisted her up by her bum and Luna's legs wrapped obediently around his waist without either of them breaking the slow but passionate kiss. Walking forwards to the bed he'd transfigured a week earlier he soon deposited her on it and stood there for a moment smiling down at her. The smell of arousal was strong in his nostrils.

"Harry…" Luna whined and pouted. She looked sexy, he had to admit. He smirked down at her and shrugged off his overrobe. It fell to the floor and he began unbuttoning the Chinese style black shirt he wore underneath. Luna's hand sneaked downwards and rubbed her sensitive area as her eyes widened. "Harry," she whispered dryly.

No more desperation, excitement or affection. Luna was feeling pure lust and Harry felt himself respond. They removed their remaining clothes and when Luna touched him Harry had to bite back a hiss at the pure pleasure. Fuck, it had been far too long. But he had to be gentle, he realized as he kneeled on the bed. He couldn't do this the normal way because he was not going to Obliviate Luna in the morning. Was that awe he was sensing from her?

Something warm and wet closed around the head of his erection with the tongue probing at his glands and now Harry did hiss. He sunk his hands into the long curls of the girl currently licking off his pre-cum and forced himself not to choke her. He let her control the pace, his breathing turning more and more erratic, as her hand worked on his shaft and her wicked mouth sucked and licked at the head, until he knew he couldn't last for much longer. Harry pulled her off and rolled them around, already positioning himself at her entrance. He licked at the soft pinks nipples before his eyes and enjoyed the way they pebbled against his tongue while his fingers slowly caressed her clit causing Luna to moan loudly. He bit down gently around her left nipple before sinking two of his fingers into her, his other hand running over her hips. Harry glanced up to see the girl's reaction.

Luna was moaning and panting and her blue eyes were glazed with pleasure. "Now, in," she whispered hoarsely pulling him closer with her legs. Her hands were gripping at the sheets and sweat had glistened her pale skin. "Now!"

He acquiesced. Removing his fingers he directed himself at her entrance. As he slowly pushed into the hot wetness, Harry groaned. "Oh, Sweet Cliodna. You're so tight. So tight." He pushed until he couldn't go further in. He pulled almost entirely out before repeating the slow thrust. Luna wrapped herself around him and seemed to have no problem with the slowness of it all. She kept on keening and moaning and meeting him thrust for thrust. The magic Harry had left in his core from the ritual circled just beneath his skin and he began to pick up the pace but still was as gentle as he possibly could. He sucked on Luna's shoulder but didn't draw blood though part of him found this almost unnatural.

Suddenly he hit the spot within her and she screamed, bucking wildly against him. He felt his magic reach out and wrap around her and he couldn't stop it. He felt himself lost in the sensation of heat pooling in his belly and when Luna's walls contracted around him and she screamed his name, he felt his magic pull something out of her. But the thought was lost as he came two thrusts later and emptied himself inside her.

Oh Fuck!

The young wizard felt immense pleasure erupt inside him and forgot how to breathe. There were no words to describe it. He trembled as incredible power rushed through him and let out a shout at the intensity of it all. Strength left his limbs and he collapsed on top of Luna, almost falling into unconsciousness.

Several minutes later the young man willed himself to slide out of the blond girl beneath him and nearly fell next to her as his arms gave out under his weight.

"Luna?" he questioned tiredly but received no answer. He blinked sleep out of his eyes and reached out to smooth the girl's hair. Her chest was raising and falling steadily but he could sense no emotions. Realization dawned and his eyes widened in shock. Had she… passed out? When a couple more rougher shakes couldn't bring her out of it he gave up and wrapped his body over hers falling almost instantaneously asleep.

OooOOOooo

The young man's eyes shot open. His back, bum, head and mouth were tingling with something unknown. He scrambled out of the bed where Luna now slept nothing to cover her glorious nakedness but the teen was too freaked out to notice. He landed against the far wall in his haste and slumped against it. The tingling was turning into burning and Harry bit into his lip to find a focus for his pain. His hands started to shake uncontrollably and his magic kept trying to force something out. He whimpered and did not even try to stop the tears from falling. As the pain intensified and his shaking evolved into convulsions he willed a privacy ward around him before letting out a blood chilling scream.

A weird ripping sound followed his inhumane wail and the young tortured man collapsed onto the floor. He let his breathing even out before trying to find out exactly what his body had decided to put him through now.

First he noticed the weird sense of something more. Something extra and part of that was in his mouth. Sticking his tongue out Harry observed with widening eyes how the two separate ends curled around each other and separated. He could have touched his forehead and just as the thought entered his head the two ends pressed two wet spots just beneath his fringe.

It was like using a muscle he'd never known he had.

Just like when he thought about wiping the saliva off his forehead, something black and thick shot up and did it for him. His tail. It was different than having one as a wolf or as another animal as they mostly used it for balance. But Harry knew right away that his tail was like third hand. He wiggled his bum, trying not to think how ridiculous he must look at the moment, but his tail didn't respond. Tensing his muscles though brought it before his eyes just like he'd intended and he carefully took a hold of it with his hand.

It was leathery and smooth and he realized the ends bent into every direction. Harry flexed them like he would his fingers and they responded easily. Letting go of his 'extra hand' he glanced backwards and wasn't really surprised to see gigantic, black, leathery wings extending from his back. He flicked his wand to his hand and conjured a full body mirror to get a better look.

The image he presented was… imposing, dangerous and hot as hell. His hair had a sheen to it making it look like he'd just walk out of a shampoo advertisement and his skin seemed flawless. All the scars on his body very less pronounced and his eyes were unnaturally green, like they had been in his wolf form. But the biggest change was… Harry swallowed and let his hand reach out and touch his member. Oh, Circe! Pleasure and need coursed through his body at the slight touch and he let go staring at the naked picture he presented.

His incubus self.

He was beginning to feel the incubus instincts surfacing and suddenly became very aware of the girl on the bed behind him. In a flash he was hovering over her and smelling the air surrounding her. The scent of sex still lay heavily over the room and he felt satisfied knowing he'd already fed tonight and that the prey had been satisfied as well.

Harry’s tongue darted out and he traced Luna’s collarbones with swift precise licks. She twitched at the sensation but the incubus found himself wanting more, his stiffening member proof of this. The girl was beautiful and she was there to be taken, so why not?

Gathering his pillow and pushing it under the sleeping girl’s hips he spread her legs and pushed in with one fast thrust. His aura wrapped around her and he captured her wrists with his tail as she began to show signs of waking up. She returned to the waking world with a gasp as he instinctively hit the spot within her and she arched beneath him moaning low in her throat.

”Harry…”

He kept pounding deeper and deeper into her, hitting that spot with every thrust and drinking in the sexual energy she kept emitting. His aura was milking it out of her and bringing out even more. She began trashing under him, in the throes of a powerful orgasm but he was nowhere near satisfied. His rhythm increased and the girl screamed even in her exhaustion as he finally emptied himself in her, second time tonight.

He let the pleasure run its course, enjoying the final release and pulled out, still staring at the girl. Luna had passed out again and knew nothing of her surroundings and Harry slipped two of his fingers in her, bringing them out coated in both of their cum. He licked them clean and repeated the gesture until he felt satisfied even with this and finally turned his back to the girl and returned to the mirror.

He felt no shame, even now that the incubus instincts seemed to be under his control. It wasn’t like with the vampire when he’d suddenly woken up from the bloodlust in time to not kill Snape. He was still him, only the desire and lust he’d kept locked within since his birthday had now surfaced and with them the incubus side of him.

He smirked at his naked image. ”I really should learn not to jump headfirst into these situations,” he remarked and ran a hand through his shiny hair, only to freeze in horror. It was almost weird to see the foreign emotion on his face in the mirror but it was genuine.

He had a horn. Smoothing his hair further let him find another. He had horns.

They very small and not sharp. The diameter of the base seemed to be half an inch and his hair hid them from sight but that didn’t change the fact that they were there.

What next? Harry thought tiredly as he wondered how to change back to his human form. Wings covered in feathers, wines growing as my hair and a beak sprouting from where my nose is?

Now, with his luck, most probably.

A/N:. Song is Autumn by Strawbs. I edited some parts out because love song simply didn’t work for that scene.
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