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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: So, Here’s another chappie!

unneeded: The ones in the medical ward are potential mates, siblings and only those from Harry’s year, except Luna, that was my mistake. She is Ginny’s year.

bill560682: Great ideas, one and all. I actually have plans on how to bring back former students, but some of yours may get added as well. You should definitely go and put some of these into challenges, that would be cool! The Weasley family is one of the first that I had planned, I’ll get to them and their uniqueness real soon.

Butterpie: Thank you. I have a dragon, and I’ll definitely work in a unicorn, but a djinn means middle east and I don’t remember any of Harry’s contemporaries being from there. Does the story have any? I’m trying not to put in too many OC’s.

Anon: Yeah, you’re still reading! I love Manticores, planned one in fact. I’m a Scorpio so it was perfect. I like to think I’m part Manticore myself. I have a dryad and I’m using a naiad for my mermaid types and a Selkie for the skin removal creature. I know that lots of folks want Oliver, and he’s special to me, as well. I have plans for him, don’t fear. What is a Lamia?

Chapter six: Kyuubi

Kumiho Adjule: the Nine tailed Fox

Another name given to this creature by the magical folk of the orient is Kyuubi. The fox spirit, or demon, is said to inhabit the body of the man and to give him strange powers. Kumiho are shape-shifters that can often maintain the form or dogs or wolves for long stretches of time. A Kumiho could live in his alternate form quite comfortably and still retain the awareness of his human self, something that is a danger to a mere animagus.

Another trait of the Kumiho is a fierce protective sense, often killing its mate if it feels that there is a great enough danger. The Kumiho are also pranksters, creating havoc when they allow this trait to get out of hand. Kumiho can have anywhere from a one child birth to a litter of nine, hence the derivation of the name, nine-tails, often referring to the remains of the beasts afterbirth.

Kumiho gestate for up to twelve months, birthing their smaller young when they are capable of greater self-awareness. A young Kumiho may seem more intelligent than its peers, but this is often attributed to its longer period of internal growth. Kumiho mating is the most violent of all beasts not from reptilian bases, and injuries from this period can and have caused deaths.

Kumiho are a marginally protected beast, though their numbers have decreased and they should probably be re-evaluated.

            Harry left Isabel in front of the entrance to the astronomy tower. She was in special lessons with Professor Sinistra and Harry didn’t know what he was expected to do. After telling her good-bye, he aimed for the Great Hall.

            The crack of aparation startled him and he turned to find Dobby standing near a suit of armor. “Headmaster Dumbledore is wanting Harry Potter to come to his office.” Dobby said.

            “I’ll be right along, Dobby.” Harry said but the little elf shook his head.

            “No. Dobby is to bring Harry Potter.” And the elf grabbed his hand and aparated them directly to the Headmaster’s office.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his spectacles on the end of his nose, and an odd look on his face. With his back to Harry, sat Lucius Malfoy.

*****

            Dumbledore had been reading an ancient book that had information about the origin of certain magic creature crosses, when Lucius arrived at his door with Mr. Filch as an escort. Filch apologized, telling the headmaster that the aristocrat had forced him to assist in gaining access to the entrance at the base of the stairs.

            “It’s alright, Argos. I am willing to speak to Mr. Malfoy. Remember, he is one of our governors.” Albus said, pushing the old squib out of the door. “Make yourself comfortable, Lucius. Can I offer you tea?” he said as he resumed his seat.

            “That would be lovely, Headmaster. I am sure that you know why I am here, so let’s just have the young Chameleonis join us, what do you say you?” Lucius was all graciousness and style, flowing into the available chair and sitting elegantly as he chose a delicate cup of tea, tipping cream into it until it looked to be more milk than water.

            Dumbledore nodded gently, leaning back. “I think that we can discuss this a bit, before that is necessary. As your son is under quarantine, any arrangements are a bit premature at this time. He would have to agree to things and we could only speak of possibilities with the other party. Tell me, Lucius. How did your son sound when he contacted you about the recent events?”

          “My son will do what I deem correct and he was actually quite animated about the possibilities that have opened up for him.” Lucius hedged.

           “I can imagine.” Dumbledore said.

          “Of course, the fact that we are talking about Harry Potter may take him some getting used to, but I think that in time they will both agree that it is an advantageous arrangement.”

          “I rather doubt that Harry will respond to this in quite that way,” Albus said.

          “Why don’t we let him decide? Bring the boy here and give me the chance to persuade him. I will speak in your presence, if that will assuage you.”

       Dumbledore looked thoughtful for a moment, letting Lucius fidget in his chair. He leaned forward and snapped his fingers. Dobby popped into the room and startled when he saw the headmaster’s guest. “Dobby, please find Mr. Potter and inform him that his presence is required in my office. And when you have done that, please bring him directly here, so that we won’t take up any more of Mr. Malfoy’s time than necessary.” The aristocrat showed no outward signs of his reaction to his former servant being under the headmaster’s control.

           “Yes, Headmaster, Sir. Dobby will be happy to fetch Harry Potter for you.” The little elf glared at Lucius before popping out of the office. He would surely punish himself later for his indiscretion.

           “Now, would you like more tea?” the headmaster asked.

*****

            Harry and Dobby’s arrival caused Lucius to turn in his seat for a second then he looked back to the headmaster, one eyebrow raised.

            Dumbledore had been watching the two a bit too intensely, but he covered for it with a cough. “Well, Mr. Potter, Harry. Come and have some tea. Mr. Malfoy has come to discuss a proposition with you.”

            “A proposition, Sir? How’s that?” Harry took the only available seat. It was sometimes frustrating that the man’s office kept adding or deleting seating as it felt it was needed.

              “A business arrangement, perhaps.” Lucius said smoothly. “Unless you wish to give it another name. I know of your inheritance, Mr. Potter. And I would like for you to consider my son as a potential mate.”

              “Your son, Sir?” Harry asked, attempting to be as polite as possible. After all, Lucius had been fundamental in aiding him to defeat the Dark Lord.

              “Yes. Draco. My only living son.” Lucius stated. “We are of the line Vila. My son displayed over the summer of his fourteenth year.”

              “He’s a Veela?” Harry’s shocked expression went quickly to a grudging acceptance. “I could see that.” He looked closely at the elder Malfoy. “You are too, aren’t you?”

             “Indeed, though I do not display as much as my child. I know that you and Draco have a less than affectionate history, Mr. Potter and any possibility of cohabitation would be too much to ask. What I propose is a partnership in the creation of Veela offspring.”

            “You really do think of this as a business arrangement.”

            “Yes, I do. It is the only proper way, with your history. I only ask that you consider this, and if you agree, spend time with my son, in my home and then consider that two conceptions be agreed upon, before the partnership is dissolved.”

          “Dissolved?” Harry said the word with a strange whispered sound and Lucius ignored him.

            “We can discuss finances if that is a concern for you.” Lucius didn’t leave time for Harry to respond, but the boy’s face took on a shocked expression. “We certainly do not require that you contribute to the child’s needs, as my family is quite comfortably off.”

           “Wait, wait!” Harry waved an arm to stop the man and Lucius looked irritated. “I do understand what you want, but I’m still just a teenager. I’m not ready to . . .well, to mate, settle down, have a family. And I doubt that Mal-Draco is either.”

           “My son has been prepared to father the next Malfoy heir since he was fifteen. We have already engaged in three discussions with perspective wives from among his peers. They would not measure up to this arrangement, but if this does not . . .” Harry noted a pained look filled the man’s face. “Draco will be ready.”

             “But, he hates me.” Harry argued.

             “Irrelevant! He will do his duty for the family.” Lucius snapped.

             “I won’t.” Harry stated. “Look. I’m not going to . . .mate, or anything, with someone who doesn’t want me. Before I’d even consider your offer, Draco would have to agree.”

             “Draco will.” Lucius insisted.

             “Until the quarantine is lifted, that point is moot.” Dumbledore inserted.

             “Until then, will you agree to consider this . . all I suggest is time spent together, away from the pressure present at the school, to attempt to reconcile your differences.”

             “I suppose that couldn’t hurt. We’re old enough to mend those bridges. I’ll agree, if Draco is willing.” Harry said and Lucius put his hand out. Harry suffered a guilty bit of déjà vu before he took the proffered hand and shook it firmly. “Headmaster, I had a couple of questions, if you have a few minutes?”

            “Of course, Harry. Good afternoon, Lucius.” Dumbledore said and the blond man rose and bowed to him before exiting the office.

*****

             Blaise had finished his meal, a rare steak and a glass of ice cold water, when he noticed the scruffy defense teacher and his skinny friend come in, again. He heard Draco snort and turned to see the other boy push away his plate of crepes and Pâté de Foie Gras.(1)

           “Who is that?” he asked the blond.

             Draco sniffed. “My cousin, Sirius Black.”

            “Sirius . . . the escaped convict, from Azkaban?”

            “Yes, and don’t get any grand ideas. He was cleared of all crimes last year.” Draco scooted down on his pillows and picked up the book he’d been reading.(3)

             “Why’s he keep visiting Pansy?” Blaise asked.

             Draco put the book down with a huff and turned to glare at the dark boy. “Maybe he’s here to court her.” He snarked.

             “Malfoy, you know more than you’re saying.” This got a bit of a reaction so Blaise forged on. “I’ll tell you my heritage.”

             Draco tossed the book onto the table near his bed and shifted back into a seated position. “Sirius Black is Pansy’s father.”

            “What?” Blaise cried.

            “Shhh! Her real name is Patsy Black.” Draco hissed.

            “Don’t do that! You sound like those twins.” Blaise snapped.

            “Or like your tail?” Draco whispered with a laugh.

             Blaise glared at him then turned back to watch the man and his daughter. “It’s kinda weird to think of.”

             “Yeah. Makes me related to Pansy.” Draco shuddered at the thought. He recovered and turned his attention to the other boy. “So, I’ve told you why he’s here, now come clean.”

             Blaise shifted and his tail hissed. He looked around and finding no one near, leaned closer. “Chimeara.” He whispered.

             Draco’s eyes went wide and he sat up straight. He looked around before returning to Blaise and examining him from head to. . . sheet. “And all you are displaying is the tail?” he asked.

             “For now. I get the skin, and as itchy as I am, it’s coming on. Don’t think I’ll breathe fire, you know. I don’t much relish the idea of my head changing, even temporarily.”

              “Hmm. That would be unpleasant.”

              “What about you? It would only be fair, after all. My secret is a bit more dangerous than Pansy’s?”

              “Except that I know what her bloodline is, as well.” Draco teased.

               “Arghhh! Now, I’m gonna have to know it. You are so evil, Malfoy. What do you want?” Blaise sighed and Draco smirked.

               “You can owe me for Pansy’s; but for mine, you’ll have to keep me informed about what happens with Potter.”

                “Potter? Why would you think anything would happen with him?” Blaise queried but Draco just waited. “Fine. Anything I hear goes to you, immediately.”

                “Good. My father told me for years that he suspected Sirius Black of being an animagus, but James Potter just laughed at the suggestion and he discovered later that the Black line is Kyuubi, the nine-tailed fox.”(2)

               “That is the one that can manifest in the form of a dog.” Blaise summed up.

               “Right, and Kyuubi isn’t an animagus, so wouldn’t have to register.” Draco finished for him, “So, no one would be certain.”

               “So, is Pansy?” Blaise asked and Draco nodded, with a sneaky look on his face. Blaise watched the girl and man talking. Pansy’s smile was so bright it was contagious.

                “And the Malfoy line has been consistently producing moderate Veelas for fifteen generations.” Draco said proudly.

               “Veela! I thought you were an Aerie!” Blaise kept his voice low, but his true surprise was evident and Draco attributed it to the emotional surges caused by the potion. “So, how much have you displayed?”

               “Obviously, my hair and the height I gained in fourth year. I have wings, but they aren’t quite large enough for flight. My father’s were enormous.”

               “So, the Malfoy’s are no longer producing moderate, I’m guessing?” Blaise sang out with a laugh and Draco preened. “Wait, Veela only produce in pairs. What happened there?”

              “That is the premise to the moderate Veela claim. None of the pairs have remained as such into adulthood.” Draco said flatly.

               “Sorry. Well, at least this was worth whatever I’m getting stuck with. Pansy and you, add in me and whatever Nott and Bulstrode are, and Slytherin is well into the lead here.”

               “A stupid thing to compete over.” Draco sneered, “And Gryffindor will still pull ahead with a ringer.”

                Blaise ignored that and sat up taller. “Hey, I heard McGonagall say that your father was here. What was that about?” Blaise was feeling a little too chummy, but if he could get the blond to give up some information for free, he might be able to alleviate some of the debts he’d picked up around the common room with it.

              “My father is none of your concern, Zabini.” Draco huffed and turned back to his book. Blaise sighed. He would get nothing more this morning.

*****

               Pansy was enjoying the company of the man that was her father. She loved his stories of pranks he’d pulled on Professor Snape as a boy, and tales of the four Marauders. She would listen to him talk of James Potter and the trouble they had gotten into, and her imagination ran away with her.

             Sirius was so thrilled to be back with his child, even though she was a bit of a stranger to him, after years of the Parkinson’s influence. He wanted to make up those years to her, and if he had to steal her away, he was going to do his best to.

            “So, how are you feeling today? Any side effects coming to the forefront?” he asked and she shrugged.

              “I don’t know what to watch for.” She admitted.

             “Well, the first thing I remember was the tails. I started with three, when I was fifteen.” He told her.

            “Tails? Well, I hope I don’t get one of those.” She laughed.

            “I’m betting you get all nine. I never got past six, without James around.” He said.

             “So, how did all that come about?” Pansy asked.

              “James and Me? Oh, that was just one of those things. You know, we spent a lot of time together, things happened. The usual.” Sirius began.

              “No, I mean, why did he end up with Harry’s mother, if he was with you?” Pansy asked.

              “Ah, I see what you’re getting at. James was a Chameleonis, Patsy. They are rarely monogamous. He had others before me or Lily. You see Terry over there?” Pansy turned and looked at the Ravenclaw boy that was currently puking into a big pan that Madame Pomfrey held. “He’s your brother, too. He was Remus and James’ son. And you have others as well.”

              “I’ve got a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw brother? Oh, great. They’ll kick me out of Slytherin for this!” she wailed.

             “Even worse, honey. You’ve got a Hufflepuff sister.” Sirius told her with a laugh.

              Pansy looked to her left where Susan Bones was curled up on her pillow and sneered to give Draco a run for his money. Sirius laughed and took her hands in his. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs and she calmed down.

              “No, Honey. Your sister is older. She left Hogwarts before you ever came here.” Sirius watched as Patsy’s eyes closed and her mouth went slack. He smiled and nodded to Remus, where he sat next to Terry Boot. The paws were a very sensitive spot for most Kumiho.

*****

              “I assumed you wanted my undivided attention, but before we begin, you understand that you are under no obligations with regards to the Malfoys, don’t you Harry?” Dumbledore said as he sat in the chair that Lucius had just vacated.

              “Oh, yes, Sir. What I wanted to know was, will spending time with someone, like Malfoy, affect them in some way? I mean, I’m emitting those pheromones, right?”

               “Not at the present, Harry. The pheromones are usually released during times of sexual arousal. Your proximity to a potential mate will not be an issue, unless you are sexually attracted to them.”

                “Sir, Professor Snape said that there isn’t much information about . . . my race. Sir, how can you be sure?” Harry’s brow knit together.

                “Perhaps, I cannot. Only you, and your sense of righteousness, can make certain that all of your interactions with others are without improper influences. In short, it is up to you to do the right thing.”

                  Harry bit his lip to hold back the disrespectful response he was tempted to make for that unhelpful bit of advice. He drew a breath and bravely went on. “I do not wish to have a mate who did not want me until they were coerced by a hormonal surge. Especially, if it is caused by my pheromones.”

                “Then, you shall have to be discreet and careful not to allow others to make choices for the wrong reasons. Harry, I cannot advise you in choosing a mate, for I myself have not done so. Affairs of the heart are far too personal to learn from an old man, especially one such as myself. I can only tell you that chemicals and hormones are the true root of most cases of attraction, and so you are not so unusual there.”

1. I knew someone who chose these two items for breakfast. Ewww.

2. Kyuubi is the Japanese form, Kumiho is Korean, for the nine-tails fox legend.

3. I picture him reading a paperback, some muggle fiction?
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