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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, so first off, I've been working pretty hard to close out some other stories, and just as I'm getting there, guess what? Sequels!!!

First, there’s the story of Snape and Sirius, which will go under that subcategory. Next, the story of the Weasleys, other than the twins, mostly. Thought I’d mount it in the General category. Third, I’m working on a Segway into Charlie and Chris, Phoenician and Drow, in Africa. A lot of new and unusual wizarding stuff there. This will be under M/M Slash, no subcategories, Lastly, the continuing adventures of Castle Potter, or Castle Cameleon, as I’m going to call it, I think. I’ll be keeping it here, in the threesome/moresome category.

Also, thought I’d give my friend Anna a hand with some of her work, since she’s been crucial in getting me through some scenes. So, I’ll be busy, again.

Meechypoo64: Glad you liked it. I’ve never proposed to anyone, but I know what I’d want to hear. The family is supportive, cause they understand about Harry’s needs. Sound good?

Gobert: Babies are indeed coming. Oh, wait. I think they’re here.

LadyFireCrab: Yeah, I kept promising but no one believed me.

AR: Wow. Great ideas, but the mates can’t actually join with Harry, or it would be registered at the Ministry, in more ways than one. They can live together, as long as the official word says they’re just roomies.

Izzy’s family is gonna do something, cause yep, they know. Michael is the squealer, (oops, spoiler alert. Don’t read that!) The pregnancies will go unnoticed, by most in the Ministry, cause Kingsley is on task. Don’t fret, but Others might not be so lucky.

Also, since they aren’t bonded to Harry, he has only limited rights over the children. Mainly, those given him by his mates, but officially, none. Wedding is Scheduled for May.

Alyajay: All first time reviewers get cookies! But, sorry, the harem is officially full. There’s other stuff going on, but Harry has a full house and it’ll just be babies once Isabel joins. I’m sorry, if that’s not what you wanted, but I can’t see him fucking the entire school, so he’s got to stop somewhere. Besides, they need to go find each other, now.

Anon: I sure wish you’d told Isabel that sooner. Well, that’s got to wait for the sequel, but I promise some happiness. Now, as for her brothers, Frank is thrilled, Michael, not so much.

Entwinedreader: Cookies for you, too! Oh, I think those wedding ideas are great. I like outdoors, cause that’s what I would do, but I think since Percy got married at Hogwarts, I’ll keep this one out of there. So, a duel, sounds good. Who would duel who?

Chapter Thirty: Tiny Little wings

Child care in the Early Months

Babies are a blessing, but they require a great deal of work. Most creature children are just like human babies, with a few exceptions. These are the babies born of fire, as we call them. All children born of Dragon or Firebreathing lines, such as Basilla, Chimeara, Salamadrea, Manticore, Phoenicia or Dragonite.

It is unknown how intensive these births and early care are, since these breeds are extremely protective of their offspring, but there have been unexplained deaths connected to relatives and friends of children of fire. It is important to use caution in dealing with these breeds. Enough said.

Harry felt a contentment that he had not felt in over a year. The last time was the day he left for his seventh year at Hogwarts, in Kings Cross Station, when he had finally made peace with his cousin. Dudley had thanked him for saving him from the dementors, they had a partial truce, and Harry had taken him along, through the gateway and into that small piece of the wizarding world.

Dudley had cried out when going through the wall, but in the middle of the crowd, being introduced to some of the families that had squib children who they hoped to introduce to muggle life, as well as Harry's friends, he relaxed and showed his appreciation for the world that Harry was a part of. That had left a peaceful blanket wrapped around Harry's soul.

Now, with his ninth lover, his pure-human mate, found, Harry's world settled into a calm that was more all-encompassing than even that day. If he could invite Dudley to visit, and share his new family for a day, it still would never be more complete than it was now. Isabel was in the small parlour, going through wedding catalogs with Luna, Susan, Hermione and Lisa. They had closed the door and put up a silencing charm, so no one would disturb their planning.

Bill warned him that this was going to be expensive, and might even dip into his second vault, the one that had been his parent’s, as his was only from his dividends and allotments for his raising, plus what he would make from his share in WWW and his work with Ollivander. He had begun his apprenticeship just three weeks before, so that had not been much.

Harry had nodded and said to do whatever Isabel wanted, since he only planned to get married once. It was an odd thought, since he had eight other lovers, but this would be his only spouse. Draco had explained it to him, that they were all his mates, but this special relationship would cement them all, adding legitimacy to his heir, when it was born.

The wedding was scheduled for May, the sixth, and it was going to be a beautiful Saturday, Harry just knew it. They were all excited for it to get here.

Frank had brought over his brother Michael, and Harry was impressed by the man. He was built like Charlie, had a cute little groupie wife, named Lereine, and a son, of three, named Gordon. They were all thrilled to be invited to the home of Harry Potter, but when Isabel and Frank told him why, a frown creased his forehead and remained for the rest of his visit. His bride did not seem concerned, so Harry brushed it off to the man anticipating his parents’ reception to the idea.

Winky gave birth to a wrinkled little baby boy that she wrapped in a face towel and named him Bartie. Harry showed her the miniature nursery he had set up and she cried for ten full minutes in gratitude. Kreacher took up sleeping in the doorway of the room, while Winky slept on a pallette she and her mate had set up in the corner, near the crib.

Before all of this, Harry and Isabel took a trip to Bulgaria, where they visited the home of her friend and old housemate, Cho Chang Krum and her mate Viktor. The couple had a clutch of three boy babies that they were eager to show off to their friends and asked Harry and Isabel to stand in as godparents to the smallest one, Basillan. They were so honored that they agreed without hesitation. They had two of Viktor's fellow Durmstrang students, Lisa Turpin and Marietta Edgecomb for the other two babies.

The ceremony was beautiful, but Harry was edgy by the fourth day, wanting to get home to his mates. He left early, leaving Isabel to spend a few more days with her school friends.

The wedding planning went into high gear, and in March, while Isabel and Lisa were in Ireland, buying lace for her gown, Draco screamed and woke his mate. Harry had taken to sleeping in the room with him for the last two weeks, just to make sure he had everything he needed. It was two A.M. and the castle was silent.

Draco had been more uncomfortable over the last month, so everyone was doing their best to keep him happy, except the twins, who had their own issues, and Cedric who was still shocked by the four extra nipples he had grown in his second month. Blaise found the whole thing humorous and that made Harry watch him with an odd look in his eyes.

After the housewarming Seamus’ mother had come to stay for a weekend. She had told Harry some funny stories about her children, all five of them, and Harry had finally conceded to give his faun a child. Apparently, the book was wrong about something else.

Shea's mother was fae, married to a muggle, and she had a large family that she had no difficulty raising. The Ministry had set up the rules about her race because of the way young unmated and childless fae behaved. Shea had been thrilled at his decision, and now, at two months, he was transformed. He held his satyr form more often to begin but his entire demeanor went from carefree to concerned in seconds and he was the most helpful with those mates who were strained under their pregnancies. Blaise thought this might be in preparation for his own impending difficulties, so he would garner that same care. He was efficient and detailed about schedules and had better control over his magic. He could perform any spell they had learned without mishap, and even a few that some of the mates had not remembered learning.

Susan found out that she was also pregnant, but not as far as Shea, so she was keeping this a secret for now. Her body was not like the other mates, so contraceptive spells were unnecessary, and just a waste of Harry's magic. They had discussed this early in their relationship, and decided to let nature take charge of their breeding. Only she and Harry knew about the baby and they planned to tell her family and theirs just after the wedding and the Veela births.

With the onset of Draco’s labor, that day was coming fast.

Narcissa, Lucius, Fleur and the twin Veela girls arrived at three in the morning, after Harry had sent the elves to inform them of his mate’s condition, and immediately the castle was filled with activity. All of the mates were up, milling about around a buffet style early breakfast and worrying about the blond.

Harry, Lucius and Narcissa, were in the room with the straining father-to-be, while his sisters took a break, but Fleur returned just as the birth moved to its last phase.

Neville and Millicent were married in a small ceremony, mostly their families, and three outside guests. Since he couldn’t invite everyone, he only called Dean Thomas, Michael Corner and Lavender Brown. Millicent had Pansy Parkinson Black and Tracie Davis, as well as Theodore Nott. The bride looked beautiful and the house was magnificent. It was held at a smaller Longbottom house, in Cornwall, and they partied until dawn, when the couple was escorted to their bridal chamber and locked in until the following morning.

The only ones allowed to enter were the elves who would bring them their meals and take away the empty dishes and soiled bedding. Neville and Millie were nervous as they looked around the room, alone for the first time in weeks. The Gryffindor plucked up his courage and took his bride’s hand, pulling her closer to kiss her sweetly. “Thank you.” He said.

“For what?” Millie asked.

“For being you. For accepting me. For coming here, with me. For everything.” He gushed. “I love you, Millie. I really do. I’m not just saying it, cause we’re married now.”

“Gryffindors. It’s okay, Nev. I understand. You know, I fell in love with you when you stood up to my father and banished those other girls from the competition your grandmother set up. Your bravery wasn’t something I thought I’d admire, but when you want to be, you are a very sexy lion. You’ve grown so much since first year. I remember that Defense class, when you got strung up on the chandelier, in second year. You aren’t that boy, any more.” Millie had managed to pull him into the middle of the room, stripping off her gloves, her veil, her shoes and her train, and when she stopped, and turned around, Neville realized that he was expected to help her with the buttons that ran down the back of her dress. “They make them this way on purpose,” she told him. “It’s meant as a challenge. That many buttons is not necessary. That’s why they took our wands, too.”

“Like I could undo twenty . . . two? Buttons with my wand?” he asked.

“Twenty-three. It was a lucky number in my family. But, if you could do wandless . . .”

Never before had the Gryffindor wanted to, but Neville was not talented in wandless magic. He reached out and began at the very top, slipping the pearls from their loops and easing the fabric aside. Now, as he watched her skin unfold, Neville was glad that he was without his wand and his magic. This was far sexier.

The other wedding that had finally taken place, was Bill and Fleur's. It was originally scheduled for the summer after Harry and Ron's sixth year, but the couple had postponed it so that they could establish better in their careers, introduce each other to their families and settle on where they would live. They had talked about children, but then Bill found out about his family's heritage and these talks needed to be resumed.

Fleur was fine with the idea of bearing Phoenician babies, as well as veela, but Bill was concerned about how they would protect their children from the Ministry and others who might think their babies were less than beings and therefore no more than samples for some sick research project. He was often driven to rage at the idea.

When Fred and George came up pregnant, they had one more talk in the home of Bill's grandfather, Septimus, and decided to go ahead with the wedding.

Now, Septimus Weasley was an old man, not much into politics, but more in tune with family than most thought him. He had lost his wife to a death eater raid in the first war with Voldemort, and he had cut contact with his son when Arthur had been elsewhere with the Order the day they had struck. His cousin Muriel was his only connection, and she kept him up on all the news of the family. Her sister Tessie, was the one that told him he was going to be a great-grandfather.

Bill had taken Fleur to his home when the old man had sent him a message by a bright red messenger. Septimus kept a trained firebird in his rookery and it was used only for important family missives. The couple arrived for tea, and the old man asked them about their plans. After listening patiently, he summoned a tray of biscuits and a box of documents. From the box, he pulled out the deed to Shell Cottage, a home that was an unused Weasley property, on the coast of Wales. He explained that it was not currently protected with a fidelis charm, but he could arrange for it to be, and that it, plus the charm would be his wedding gift to the couple, for use as a summer residence, in addition to the home that Lucius Malfoy had given them in Dorset.

The wedding was small, just family and their closest friends, and Septimus had come, with his two spinster cousins, to unite the family again. There was an air of closeness, and some anticipation, especially with no less than five babies due to be born within the year.

The effects looked like a whirlpool, or a tornado, distorting the air around Draco's belly and hips, and from Harry's point of view by his feet, it was like looking into a wormhole, a muggle explanation for deep space apparations. In the eye of the storm, what would have been the location of a birth canal, he caught sight of a swirl of blue fluff and pink skin. As he watched, it came closer and grew darker, clearer and even more distinct. The vision of Harry's first child was becoming the fact of its birth.

While Lucius held his son's shoulders, carefully avoiding the white wings stretched out with the young Veela's suffering, the stress and pain of birth, Narcissa continued to massage her son's sides, rubbing toward the vortex and guiding the child forwards. "It is nearly time, Harry. Prepare to greet your first child." she said and Harry stepped up.

They had practiced this many times over the last two weeks and Harry had done extra rehearsals alone in his rooms, but when his hands were within inches of his baby's head, the awe and wonder of the situation gave his action more meaning and significance.

The baby slid into his hands, its head and shoulders fitting easily into one palm while Harry reached further to cup his child's buttocks with the other. As he drew the baby out, the matted blue fluff on the baby's head and shoulders tangled around his fingers and helped him to keep a strong hold. He turned the child, looking at each hand and foot. Counting fingers and toes and noting Draco's nose prominently displayed on a regal pointed face. Below the umbilical cord, the proof of the baby's sex sat like a beacon between two chubby baby thighs.

“It's a boy!” Harry cried as he aimed his wand to cast the cutting and cauterizing spell on the cord and then held his son up for Draco and his parents to see. “A beautiful boy. What are we going to name him, Draco?”

“Reynard Marcus Lucien Arcturus.” Draco whispered, his throat dry and sore from the exertions that he had already been subject to. “You get to give them their father and northern names. Mind you, that last name will have to begin with A and no Arthurs.”

“Reynard.” Harry agreed, handing the baby to Andromeda, who cleaned him and wrapped him in a soft green blanket. “He's got blue hair, like Teddy.”

“That's down, Harry.” Narcissa said with a patient smile.

“It will fall out in a few weeks. It indicates the potential shade of his wings.” Lucius added. “Draco's was yellow and Lucien's was ochre, almost red.”

“Oh.” Harry said, but a groan/gasp/cry from his mate preempted any further discussion. Draco was soon pushing the twin to Reynard from his body. Harry handed Reynard to Fleur as he turned back to his mate.

Hermione and Roger were spending the weekend with his father, Lorcan, in France, when the owl arrived to tell her that his babies were on the way. She and his brother flooed home, arriving at the burrow just as the second child made its entry into the outside world.

Charlie was sitting on the couch with his mate, a dark man named Chris, while Ron paced, Percy scowled and Eloise helped Molly and Penelope in the kitchen. Arthur arrived just after Hermione and Roger, so he was asking for news when he noticed the dark haired young man in his home. “Who are you?”

“This is Roger, Mr. Weasley. He’s my boyfriend. You met him at Harry’s party, remember?” Hermione stifled a giggle as he leaned closer and looked at Roger like he was a muggle artifact.

“The Vampire? You don’t look like one, now.”

“It is daytime, Mr. Weasley. My looks change as night comes on. The party was at dusk, so I was mid-transformation.” Roger explained.

“Oh, I see. So, what are your intentions with our Hermione? We think of her as a daughter, you know. I just wanted to be sure you weren’t using her for a meal and then abandoning her. I know how some of your type are.”

“Arthur! He’s our guest, and Hermione’s young man. Let’s not be coarse. Come and sit, Roger. Tell us about your work. Anything to keep from worrying over what’s going on in Aberdeenshire.” Molly pulled Roger to a seat and handed him a bottle of butterbeer.

Roger was in the middle of explaining his father’s attempts to loosen the laws regarding curse-type creatures, when Bill came through the floo and landed in the middle of the room.

The harem gathered in the parlor, even the twins and Oliver were there. Susan waited for Fleur, Gabbie and Mandie to call her if they needed help, and Luna was pretending to read a book in the corner. Seamus paced near the window, where Blaise sat watching him, prepared to keep the faun from any drastic actions.

Fred and George were betting with Cedric and Oliver as to what the final outcome would be. When the charm on Susan's bracelet rang, the Ravenclaw girl bolted from the room and Blaise's hand shot out to keep Seamus from following.

“They'll come back soon. We'll wait here.” he said and the Irishman glared at him.

“Wasn't long enough for that many Fred.” George announced and Cedric laughed heartily, holding his slightly extended belly as he did.

“I'm still saying eight. You saw Malfoy. He was huge.” Fred argued.

“Naw, he was fine.” Oliver said. “Maybe six, but if they were big, then only two.”

The door opened before Cedric could put in any further and Harry entered, carrying two babies wrapped in the purest white blankets imaginable. “Boys.” he announced. “All four of them.”

Susan and Fleur each carried one baby and the Harem closed in around them.

Harry's two were covered in down the colors shades of sunshine, from buttercup yellow to sunset peach. Susan held the boy with the blue fluff and Fleur's had pale mint down.

“No one guessed four.” Fred said.

“Wrong, Weasley.” Said Blaise from his side. “Harry guessed it. He said so, while we were house hunting.”

“Four beds would never fit in here.” Oliver quoted from their visit to Gadesbeen Grove. “Harry wins. Next, we'll have you two.”

“What are their names?” Seamus asked.

“This is Gaston Abbott Capricus Phineus John Martin and Michel Albus Severus Eguuleus Carter Lucius. Susan has Reynard Allen Marcus James Lucien Arcturus and Fleur has Leon Auriga Harold Adam Francois Daniel.”

“Bit long for something so tiny.” Fred spoke up.

“Veela give their children those kinds of names,” Fleur put Francois into Oliver's arms as she spoke. “Harry chose their northern and father names. Maurice has given them their sky names, their southern, eastern and western names. I believe he was too tired to do it all.” She whispered this as she kissed the soft yellow down on Gaston's head.

“Until they are older, we’ll just call them Michel, Gaston, Francois and Reynard.” Harry said petting each child’s fluff as he spoke their name.

“How is Maurice?” Fred asked and the other Gryffindors laughed.

Fleur glared at them. “Well enough to hex your bullocks off.” she replied, “Especially, if you use his father name in such a way. Veela are very protective of this relation, as Harry and I are of ours.”

Harry had given the babies to Cedric and Blaise and he stood near Seamus as the faun touched the nearest child. “Drake is okay, but very drained. He's sleeping and Narcissa says to let him be for the rest of today. Winky will take care of the babies and Mizzy will get me when he wakes up.”

“Papa, Narcissa, Gabrielle and Amandrienne will sleep, also. They have been a great help. Luna has agreed to collect the work for my sisters from their professors. They will go back to school in time for their exams.”

“What can we do to help?” Oliver asked as he rocked the small bundle in his arms.

“Keep them content. Hold them. Veela thrive on human or Veela contact. They love to be touched and cuddled. Pet them and keep them as warm as possible.” As Fleur spoke, the floo flared and Bill came into the room.

“I got your owl.” he said.

“Come and see my nephews.” She called the red-haired man over and he smiled at the nearest bundle, Michel, now in Luna's arms.

“They're so beautiful. May I hold him?” He asked his question from a distance, but it was directed at Harry. The Chameleonis nodded. “He's heavier than he looks.”

“Yes. Veela bodies are more dense than humans.” Fleur said.

“His down is so soft, too. Will our children have colors like this, or will it be redder?” Bill brushed Michel's head and the baby cooed. Most of the mates looked up with surprise and Bill chuckled. “He likes me.”

“Who could help but like you, William. As for your other question, yes. They will be more red or orange. Maurice and I have light coloring, so our babies will resemble their fathers. This is Harry's influence with Draco's. Harry's mother was red haired, nest pas?”

Harry nodded. “But, my dad had hair like mine. Dark brown, or brunet. So, the blue and green are from him, and the peach is my mother?”

“Yes. They are light, because of Draco's line. This will fade, and likely their wings will be pale shades that are nearer to white. Draco's white wings are from Narcissa and Papa. They have light hair, and Papa's wings are cream colored. So, the combination made his white. Freckles are rare on Veela, though. Will your Mother mind?”

“Mum won't care. Once she holds one of these pretties.” Fred said, he had just relieved Blaise of little Reynard and was rubbing the baby's cheek with the back of his finger. Reynard reached for the hand and cooed similarly to his brother.

“Welcome to the family, little Michel.” Bill said, handing the baby back to Luna. “Can we go home? I think a celebration is in order, and Mum wants us to tell them the news, immediately. Is that okay, Harry?”

“Sure. But, no more visitors, today. I don't want to strain them, so soon.”

Soon, the babies had been passed to each mate and they were yawning and drifting to sleep. Winky popped in to inform the family that it was time to feed them and put them to bed. She took Gaston and disappeared, returning three times for the other brothers.

“I guess the party is over.” Harry said with a tired smile.

“Harry, you look beat.” Blaise said. “Maybe you should go join Draco in a nap.”

“I think I will, but I don't want to wake him, so I'll go to my room.”

“You could join us, or Cedric,” Fred suggested. “George looks tired and Cedric naps several times a day.”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “I'm too tired to do more than sleep.”

“Cedric it is.” George said pushing the Hufflepuff forward. “Have a good sleep.”

Life with four tiny Veela was not as hard as Harry had thought. He and Draco took turns caring for them, when the elves allowed them, and the whole family was instantly in love with the boys. Blaise and Oliver spent more time touching and cuddling them than any of the others, and Harry noted this. While he was busy with his work, wedding plans and his new sons, Harry continued to write his journal, now including pages that his mates would write about their own lines, for him to transpose for his Chameleonis child to use some day.

The wedding day was coming nearer, and the family was so busy they rarely had time to see each other, especially Isabel, who would not move in until after the big day. Harry missed her, since he had seen more of her before they got engaged, and he indulged his sorrow by spending more time with his other mates. Blaise was a particular favorite, and the dark Italian was leery of the way Harry kept ambushing him in the hallway outside of the nursery. He hardly got to see the little ones, with his amorous mate around.

It was April 11^th, a beautiful Wednesday, and Harry had just gone off to Ollivander’s, when an owl arrived with a dark red envelope.

The End, for now.

AN2: So, who wants to kill me? This is the end of Chameleon’s song, but all reviews from this chapter will be responded to in the sequel, Chameleon's Castle. Please give me your thoughts, and then look for my responses there. Thanks for the patience you have all given me with my slow updates and long or short chapters. I loved writing this, and will endeavor to keep up with future story lines.

Again, there will be four sequels: Chameleon Castle, in the Threesome/Moresome Category, Phoenix Reborn, under the General category, Dawn of the Drow, under M/M Slash, and Kumijo Adjule, in the Snape/Sirius subheading. Thanks, again.
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