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Memoirs of Fate	By : TragicBackstory Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I should at this point warn you that if you ever need to look good, but not TOO good? Never ever fucking call Lavender and Daphne. I sat in front of that bathroom mirror for nearly 4 fucking minutes before they shook me out of it.

“Oh…oh my god.” I watched the girl in the mirror smile with me, amazed at whoever the hell this gorgeous creature was because it wasn’t possibly me. “Make sure….oh this is going to….I don’t even.”

“It’s okay.” I glanced over as Lavender put a hand on my naked shoulder and ran her thumb across it, “breathe. You have this. Just breathe. We’ll get the others ready while you start.” I nodded, honestly because I didn’t trust my own voice as I stood and slowly walked out of the room. Having them move Rita to a spare bedroom was a great idea, I wish I’d been the one to think of it. Daphne was a step ahead of me, and the illusion of Harry/Jamie siblings was furthered thanks in part to her quick thinking more than once over my life now that I think of it.

I made it back to the library, and after taking several deep breaths crossed to the other side. That door was much thicker and official looking, and as I turned the knob I felt the lump building in my throat. The lights were much lower, and after shutting the door behind me I leaned my back against the wall letting my eyes adjust.

This would be where I held my interview when it happened. But that was not what was about to happen. What was about to happen would either go very, very….very bad, or it would change the game for things going forward.

I crossed the court. That was the only thing I could call it. The thing was an inspired bit of Daphne’s work with Hermione over her shoulder giving function input on top of design simply for the sake of gravitas. A mix of the Wizengamut chambers and the ministry courtroom, it was a horseshoe of chairs and at the lower ring benches. The structure had box seats with chairs at the three corners that didn’t include the door I just walked in from. I crossed the big empty wooden floor and made for the small door directly across from me. I could hear noises on the other side, and I felt my mouth go dry as I turned the knob on this final door, my pulse racing.

Miserable, that was the only way I can describe the creature before me. The eye socket was smashed to the point it wouldn't open, the jaw was missing teeth and shaped funny. In several places I could see gashes and patches of abrasion that were barely patched to minimum needs.

She was awake, and she was really….REALLY pissed about being tied down.

I took a few steps forward, slowly drawing my wand and making the one good eye track me in both fear and hatred. I could hear her sniffing as I held the stick out to my right side. After swallowing I took two more steps, dropping it with a clatter that seemed to confuse her.

“ƧƧ I am sssorry for your woundss, and my trickery. ƧƧ”

I tested my voice carefully, watching her face tense and try to turn towards me against the restraints as my parseltongue whispered across the room, not even as loud as her breathing. “ƧƧ You are quite ssstrong, and I have my own to protect ssso facing you fairly was never an option. If you can underssstand me please, let me know. ƧƧ”. I waited, fighting to keep my body from trembling as I looked into the one good eye of the dragon strapped down in my fucking basement hoping I wasn’t just insane for attempting this. After maybe fifteen second the beast closed its eye, and I smiled as a soft ‘thump-thump-thump’ came from the tail behind her against the floor.

“I will not ask you to speak–” I caught myself as she looked up at me startled, “ƧƧ I will not ask you to ssspeak in your condition, but I have a proposssition for you. ƧƧ” I took another few steps forward, and I stopped and held up my hands unthreateningly when she began to tug at her binds. “ƧƧ It is alright….I want you to know they are safe. ƧƧ” I saw her stop and look at me with a squint before her brain caught up. “ƧƧ They put a fake egg, one that wasss mine, in your nesst. I ssstole it to get it back, they were tesssting my ssstrength. ƧƧ” I grinned, “ƧƧ I will not lie, ssstealing your eggsss from them was no lesssss easssy. ƧƧ”

The beast seemed to grow completely still, and I took another few steps forward. Her breath was huffing, and she was still rapidly looking me up and down, then searching the room for others as she sniffed and tried to pretend like she wasn’t trying to use her strength to slowly pop the bands holding her down.

“ƧƧ I want to release you, but I need to know we are allies. Not my servant…ƧƧ” I saw the recognition in her eyes go wide and she stopped fighting her binds. “ƧƧ There wasss once one among my kind who wasss ressspected by your kind…I will never be that perssson, but I would like to try to be friendsss. Your children are your own, I will not keep them to forccce you to ssstay. But if you ssstay I can promise you a life you could never imagine. One to freely walk among the…I wonder what you call usss? ƧƧ” I grinned as I slowly reached out my hand, making her eye go wide again as I took another step. I was maybe….two steps? From placing my hand on a very, very big eyebrow. “ƧƧ Probably nothing nicccce…but ccccertainly something we dessserve. SSsooo….thisss is what I’m going to do…..I’m going…. ƧƧ” I could barely feel the tips of my fingers and my heart was beating so hard in my chest my temples hurt. “ƧƧ Releassse you….and I hope…you and I can ssspeak as equals….for the sssake of both our children. ƧƧ”

My hand rested gently on the creature’s temple, and I let it set for a second, trying to catch my breath. I felt like I’d been running a damn marathon up hill in the rain. My body was starting to sweat in places i didn’t know I had and they were sticking to my dress. I shuddered as deep a breath as I could and pushed my magic into the bindings on the female creature 10x my own size, listening to the ‘pop…pop..pop….’ as the enchanted bands of metal holding it to the floor. My entire world went dark as the thing slowly rose to its full height, and I found myself really…..REALLY questioning my plan.

The foot suddenly fucking stomping me into the floor didn’t help my confidence.
“ƧƧ Ssssuch arrogance for MEAT. ƧƧ” I was surprised the voice wasn’t deeper as it leaned in, “ƧƧWhat ussse do I have for your merccccy? Why ssshould I not jussst kill you now?” I was afraid for my life, I’m not going to lie, and the weight on the entirety of my pushing down was not doing good things to my chances of maintaining my bowels.

Until I saw her eyes.

Barely open in one of them, they were….crying? On the brink as they darted across me, the room itself, searching.

“ƧƧ They are not here. ƧƧ” I gasped out, causing the weight on me to let up, only to press down again just as I got a good breath. “ƧƧ I did not want to risssk them, if you wanted to…be like thisss.” I grabbed teh toe-claw next to my face with both hands. “I offer you, on my life, and my magic…a place at my and my mates–” I blinked at that, apparently parseltongue didn’t have a word for spouse, “side. One of mine, an equal to them…without…ugh….without the binds like some common animal…ƧƧ” I was having a hard time getting the words out, I was near the bottom of my lungs… she wasn’t going to let me refill. “...ƧƧ A queen, among…..queens…ƧƧ”

I felt the weight begin to lift just as the flash of light at my oath faded into complete darkness.

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I remember being so warm when I woke up. I was warm…and it was dark, and the more I laid there the more I realized I was moving. The bed I was on, the drape over me, the walls….the world was breathing.

I was just starting to panic and shift at the thought I’d been swallowed alive when the wing over top of me lifted and I looked up into the face of a very sternly inquisitive dragon.

“You were not completely honest.” I don’t know what scared me more; the fucking Queen’s English coming out of a dragon, or the fact I was being cradled like a baby by something that could eat me without dirtying its TEETH. “Equal to them…doesn’t mean equal to you. Very tricky, meat.”

“My name is Jamie.” I slowly rose, “and considering that I’m alive, you accepted?”

“Yes, and received the full weight of this binding in the process. Do you really do this to your own kind? It’s….” I was not expecting a dragon to smile, and to this day I don’t know how I feel when I see it. “Powerful. You have my respect. It is a shame you are…so different, you would make a fine dragon with a will such as this.”

I hopped off and shuffled my dress back on my legs, smoothing myself out. Daphne was going to be pissed, Lav too considering my makeup was probably a loss after getting choked and crushed to tears. I readied myself, turned to the dragon, and held out my hand.
“What are–Oh.” The beast looked down at its front limbs. The gold coating her blackened scales shimmered as the two large cuffs slid her claws together like handcuffs connected by a single link of chain, the hoops insides big enough to hold my waist. “This is an interesting trick, the magic was already there so I di– what are you–”

I placed my hand on the link and squeezed. Fluer was a magical creature, so I had a suspicion on what would happen.

I was not prepared.

“HNGH!”

Have you ever seen someone hiccup in the middle of drinking? Think that, but fire. Also a full body shiver, and the embarrassment even to this day for her sound of a great splash somewhere behind her.

For several seconds I just stood there, watching her crane her neck out, lips stuck out like she was trying to lean in for a kiss with that big ass muzzle, her eye fluttering.

“What….why…what did you…”

“That is the nature of our connection.” I held out my hand, hoping that if that worked so did this, It wasn’t something I’d tried on Fluer, not even something I could do. “As is this I think.”

The dragon looked…understandably…alarmed as the bright copper orb shot out of her chest. However, this time instead of turning it, like I did with Ron or Seamus or Pansy,I reached for my own chest with the other. Taking my orb and hers I touch them together; feeling woozy as the connection was made, and through sheer force of will I made her copper turn gold.

“W-wait! What are you doing?!” The dragon looked more curious than scared, and as the last of the copper disappeared I watched her begin to shrink. This is the part where I have a hard time really explaining to you the beauty.

If anyone reading this knows my life, and my friends…you know who Molly Weasley is. The naked woman before me had a lot of her aesthetic. Except brunette. And covered in scars. And an underlying figure like a fucking SAS. I don’t know which of us was staring at her body more, and she even had to fight to stay standing as she spun on the spot in what she later told me was an attempt to find her tail. The phrase Seamus would use a few years later that stuck was ‘Warrior-MILF’

“This is unacceptable!” She shrieked, a very human voice now, “Change me back!”

“Change yourself.” I shrugged, making her stop and take me in, “this is my gift to you, to walk among silly wizards in this disguise. To share my table, and my bed, without giving up your true power. It is just below the surface whenever you need it.”
The woman looked down at her body again….and I shit you not honked a boob only to jump like she’d shocked herself.

“You people are so soft, how do you tolerate this?”

“I’m confident the boys will be more than happy to show you their hard spots.” I chuckled, seeing her look up at me in an almost predatory grin.

“Boys? So this is not just a clutch of Hens. Who is your Leader?” The girl seemed eager for that, and I worried for some dominance play immediately.

“Me. I am the head female–”

“I mean–”

“And the head male.” I watched her mouth stop, close, then open and close one more time before she tilted her head like a corgi doing a math problem. “I can explain more of that later, for now would you like to help me scare the shit out of a witch?”

The question was left in the air for a few seconds, and she seemed to process my words, not getting the meaning at first until she smiled.

“Perhaps, but I would like to see what YOU look like with…. a different set of orbs, later.”

…No I did not make that fucking sentence up, nor did I keep a straight face when she said it.

“By the way, They call me Jamie in this form.”

“I am Celdobraxis.”

“It’s a pleasure, I think in this shape we can call you Debra if you don’t mind.”

“A weak meat name, for a weak meat body. It should suffice.”
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