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The Kitten and the Killer	By : crimsonphoenix13 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 19481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Hello everyone, I�m sorry this took so long. My muses deserted me, but I found one when I went to Norway, which led to the writing of this chapter. So read and enjoy and any type of comments are welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Papa Roach song �Scars�. And as always I do not own Harry Potter or Riddick.

The Kitten and the Killer

Chapter 8 - Conversations, Complications, Chakra, Chords

The summer continued as it had previous to the adjourn to Diagon Alley. Although, now, in the evenings, Harry was to be found in the suite�s potion lab, brewing the translation draught (the instructions had a similar timeframe to the polyjuice potion); or in �his armchair� by the fire, reading. It was definitely �his�. One evening the week before, Mrs Norris had curled up on it and Harry had thrown her off, growling and snarling viciously, before curling up on it himself, and preceded to ignore her for the two days that followed.

He had also started watching the anime that he had received from Fred and George during his time in the room of requirement. Especially the Naruto series; the use of chakra reminded him of magic, and he was wondering if he could do similar attacks, illusions or skills with the manipulation of his magic. The thought had come quite suddenly during a sparring match with Riddick. He had gotten much better, and they had now moved up to blades. He had frozen slightly and only Riddick�s fast reflexes stopped him from getting hurt, the blade stopping millimetres from his stomach. The raven had received a hard look from the Furyan, as well as a much more rigorous workout the next morning; he had been sore for hours after.

It was a week later that Harry decided to try his new theory out. He had decided to forego guitar practice that day so he could have more time to research and was now sitting on a cushion in the centre of an empty room. He had thought it best to find his magical centre before trying to mould it into anything, productive or otherwise. He closed his eyes and concentrated, as he did with his occlumency, but with one distinct difference. Instead of going to his mind room, he looked towards the centre of his being, near his heart, searching for the source of his magic.

The raven soon found a swirling ball of energy deep in his chest, that radiated outwards, to every part of him, alongside the veins, just as chakra was portrayed. He imagined focusing it towards the fingers of his right hand, and saw small sparks appearing on his fingertips. Harry smiled, it was working.

Next, Harry decided to try what was called the �tree climbing exercise�. Using what he had just accomplished, he focused the energy at his feet, moved to the wall, and walked straight up. He stayed on the ceiling for a while until the blood started rushing to his head, making him dizzy, so he just let go, landing cat-like on the floor, tail out for balance.

He stood up slowly, before performing a victory dance, something so embarrassing that he was glad no one could see him, although he could have sworn he heard a chuckle.

With success buoying him up, he made his way back to his rooms, realising he had been gone longer than he had thought. Harry was walking down one of the corridors when he bumped into the headmaster.

�Professor.� Harry greeted amicably.

�Harry, my dear boy, how have you been getting on? You really should tell me where you are staying, it would be for the best, especially as you need to be protected.� Dumbledore lectured. Harry let him drone on, but he wasn�t listening any longer. A feverish heat had taken over his body, he could feel himself sweating and breathing harshly. He needed to get back to the room and back to Riddick.

�Excuse me Professor Dumbledore, but I really have to go. We�ll talk later.� The raven manoeuvred around the shocked headmaster and rounded the corner before sprinting back to his rooms as quickly as he could.

Harry rushed through the door after going rapidly through the password process with Asmodaeus. Spotting Riddick coming out of the passage to the rooms, the raven dashed forwards and pounced, wrapping his arms and legs around the Furyan. The gryffindor buried his head in the crook of Riddick�s neck, nuzzling and sniffing contentedly.

�Kitten?� The question came out as a growl, and the vibrations from it went straight through Harry and he started rubbing his whole body against the taller man.

�Need you�Riddick.� The raven sighed out, �Can�t control myself�so hot�need�� Riddick nodded, knowing the instinct and urges driving Harry.

�It�s okay kitten, let go, let me help you.� Riddick moved them to a wall and pinned the gryffindor to it. Grinding into Harry and licking his neck, the raven threw his head back, mewling and purring in pleasure.

Harry felt he was getting close, a knot tightening as Riddick pressed closer, nipping his collar bone lightly before lapping at it soothingly. The raven was right on the edge when Riddick bit down hard on the juncture between neck and shoulder, drawing blood, and Harry climaxed, moaning in ecstasy.

He was panting heavily when Riddick let him down, his legs wobbled and he steadied himself on the wall. Harry tottered over to the sofa and flopped down, Riddick seating himself on the arm. The raven felt the fever from before recede and sighed, before blushing heartily in embarrassment.

�Umm, I�Riddick, I�� Harry fumbled for words but luckily Riddick took over.

�It�s okay kitten, you were in heat, it causes you to lose control of your basic sexual urges - it�s an animal thing.�

�Okay.� Harry nodded, then frowned. �Why did you bite me?�

�That�s my mark, it stops others from taking advantage of you in the state of heat.� He explained.

�Oh,� Harry looked down at the carpet. �Why didn�t we go any further? That was the point of the heat, wasn�t it? Do you not want me? Is it because of my�my�because I�ve been used? That I�m dirty?� The raven started to shrink into himself, bringing his knees up and curling into a ball.

The Furyan sat down next to the trembling hanyou and pulled him onto his lap, stroking his ears to calm him down and soon Harry relaxed, allowing Riddick to pull his legs straight.

�I want you, I wouldn�t have marked you if I didn�t. But I know you�re not ready for anything else - I saw what happened to you, I will wait until you are ready.� Harry stared at Riddick in awe.

�That is the most I have ever heard you say, ever.� He stated bluntly and Riddick laughed.

�Glad to see you feeling better.�

The raven giggled and lay down, placing his head in Riddick�s lap and within easy reach of stroking. He grinned up at the Furyan who took the hint and rubbed the tip of an ear gently. The hanyou started purring loudly and before long fell fast asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was soon the day before school started once more. Harry had experienced two more days of heat, each playing out pretty much the same as the first.

Harry woke up early that morning and left the suite, intent on seeing the headmaster about the plans for the coming school year. He arrived at the gargoyle, which opened without any prompting, he stepped onto the rising staircase, quickly reaching the office door.

�Come in Harry.� The headmaster�s voice rung out and the raven entered the room, sitting down on the comfy chair in front of the desk. �What can I do for you then Harry?�

�I need to get to King�s Cross tomorrow so I can ride the train up, don�t want any unneeded suspicions.�

�Of course, my boy, I�ll organise a portkey.� Harry made a face at that, but quickly moved on.

�I also wanted to let you know I�m gonna stay where I am for the school year rather than going to the common room and dormitories.�

�Now Harry, I�m sure that you�ll be safer in the dormitories than where you are now��

�Oh really?� Harry interrupted, �although even you do not know where I am. I think I�m perfectly safe already.� The twinkle in Dumbledore�s eyes died slightly as he did not get what he wanted. �The other thing was about the Quidditch ban Umbridge imposed, is it still valid?�

�For the moment, I�m working with the new minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, to remove the decrees that she applied and all the long term punishments given out.�

�Can I get my Firebolt back then please? It was still locked up somewhere when I left for the holidays.�

�That can be done, I�ll get Filch to bring it up when school starts tomorrow.�

�Thank you sir.�

�Was that all, my boy?� Harry�s eye twitched.

�Yes sir.� The gryffindor stood up to go, before his eyes widened and he lifted a finger in remembrance. �Ah! I was also wondering if I could borrow Gryffindor�s sword for a while.�

�Sure, Harry.� The headmaster turned and pulled the ruby encrusted sword down from where it hung on the wall. �Whatever do you want it for?� He questioned while passing it over.

�I�m not quite sure yet.� Harry murmured while looking over the weapon.

�Fine, but bring it back when you�re done. I�ll have the portkey in the entrance hall at ten tomorrow morning. You can go now.� He went back to the paperwork on his desk.

�Thank you sir.� Harry left the room and headed back to the Slytherin suite, carrying the sword as carefully as possible.

When he entered the bedroom, Riddick was just waking up.

�Morning Kitten.� He greeted.

�Morning.� The raven sat on the edge of the bed and lay the sword over Riddick�s legs. �Can you check this out for me? I want to learn how to use it.�

�It�s a bit showy, pet.�

�It�s an heirloom from one of my ancestors.�

�Ah.� Riddick sat up and gripped the broad sword by the hilt. �Give me some time, I�ll see how it is.�

�Thank you.� Harry hugged Riddick quickly before bouncing away. �I have to pack a small bag for tomorrow anyway, that�ll take a bit of time.�

�Right, the train. Don�t forget the meeting with Malfoy.� Riddick stood and pulled a black wifebeater over his bare chest.

�Thanks for reminding me, I had completely forgotten.� Harry stopped suddenly. �I should have a chat with Voldy about what Malfoy told me. If I�m gonna be any help I have to know what�s going on.�

�Good idea.� Riddick ruffled the hanyou�s hair on the way past. �I�ll be in the room when you�re done.�

�Okies, see you soon.� Harry moved back to the bed, lay down comfortably and easily slipped into an occlumency trance, searching for his mind room.

Once inside he opened the door to the other mind, feeling gently whether the owner was preoccupied with important matters. After finding nothing he called out quietly.

~Hey Voldy, you busy?~

<Busy, why would I be busy? This is only my mind, it�s never busy in here.> Lord Voldemort replied darkly.

~Geez, cut out the sarcasm already. Honestly.~

<What do you want this time anyway, my little mind infestation?>

~What is wrong with you today? You so weren�t this bad even when you were crazy, and evil�er.~

<I�m upset because I am surrounded by incompetent fools and I have no decent reason to punish them.> Harry could have sworn the Dark Lord was pouting.

~When has that ever stopped you before, and haven�t you always known they were incompetent? Anyway, we�re getting off topic. I have a couple of questions for you and depending on the answer to one of them, it could help with your punishment issue.~

<I�m listening.>

~Well, first of all, would you be willing to stand for a less evil approach to ruling the Wizarding World. Kind of a kill less people but still change the system, and utilise muggle-borns, type, thing.~

<What do you have in mind for the muggle-borns then, oh mighty one?>

~Sarcasm doesn�t become you.~ Harry glared mentally at him before continuing. ~First, they would attend a summer school to familiarise themselves with wizarding customs, same with half-bloods that grew up with muggles, like us, to learn everything pureblood children grew up knowing. Then, after schooling, they should be given jobs in the magical community, and if they want to go back to the muggle world they should have their magic stripped/bound and be obliviated. Then any children they have should be watched for magic.~

<And what about the families of muggle-borns, all those muggles being let onto our secrets.>

~Um, we could use the school letter system or ministry records, something that tells us where the muggle-borns are when they are babies and take them away, maybe replace them with squib children of a similar age, or something to that effect anyway.~ Harry thought for a second. ~Oh, we could also use a cover school and use muggle ways to inform the muggle-borns, like schools that take scholarships from talented children. And all of the student�s school supplies should be enchanted to repel muggles or look like ordinary things. When going to Diagon Alley, they should be taken by a wizarding representative who knows about muggle customs and objects, and to only take the muggle-born student, then they would have a secrecy spell cast on them so they cannot talk about it to any muggles.~ Harry finished in a rush.

<Well, that�s a lot of interesting. I�ll have to review it all later, see if I can improve it a bit, then we might have a plan, and an agreement.>

~Okay, but no killing unless really necessary from now on.~

<Agreed. Now, the next question.>

~Ah, yes. Do you, or do you not, plan on making Draco Malfoy your sex slave?~

<What the? Where the hell did you get that idea? I would never�> Voldemort spluttered to find the words that expressed his confusion and horror.

~It�s not true, then?~ Harry sounded amused.

<Of course it�s not true. Who did you hear that from?>

~Draco Malfoy sent me a letter, apparently he heard it from Bellatrix Lestrange. According to her it�s the punishment for Lucius� failure at the ministry in the summer.~

<Why the hell do I need to punish them more? Azkaban is more than enough. I�ll have to break them free soon, can�t have my best and brightest go insane. I�no, we won�t get anywhere if that happens.>

~So I can tell Draco that she lied and you�re going to free Lucius?~

<Yes. How are you going to prove it to him though?>

~No idea. Will you tell me something about the Malfoys that only you and they would know?~

<That�s a good plan. Okay, what you see in the public eye isn�t real. The male Malfoys are actually really close as a family, and I didn�t give Lucius a dark mark to help protect them. Lucius� favourite colour is blue, and he was almost placed in Ravenclaw. He also doesn�t like to kill, so he�s usually in the role of the intimidator.>

~I remember that. In the Department of Mysteries, he stopped them from hurting us at the beginning, using the prophecy as a reason.~

<Yes, he would�ve done that, he hates harming children.> The raven frowned.

~But in my second year, he was really mean, he tried to kill me after I freed his house elf, Dobby.~

<Ah, Dobby, Narcissa�s elf. She has always had problems with them and she was especially hard on that one. Where Lucius and Draco are nothing like the masks they wear, Narcissa is. She is cold, and heartless, and only really interested in Lucius� money. She cares nothing for Draco. Lucius was probably glad to free the elf, but he needed to keep up his image. Where did this occur anyway?>

~Just outside the entrance to the headmaster�s office.~

<Ah, no wonder, Dumbledore watches that corridor from his room so he knows who�s coming and going.>

~Ah, that makes sense. Thanks for the talk. I did kinda burst into your mind.~

<It�s fine. I was annoyed and you helped me to calm down, and gave me an excuse to punish Bella.>

~He he, glad to be of service, punish her as much as you like. She killed my Godfather.~

<Ah, another great reason. You should never hurt a potential ally.>

~You did.~

<Oh, well, I was crazy.>

~So is she.~

<True.>

~I have to go now, I look kinda dead when I do this.~

<I�ll think over what you�ve said and let you know, probably by owl as this connection is only one way.>

~Okay, I�ll look forward to it. If you do agree I might open the connection to your side a bit more so we can converse more easily, maybe even without the trance. You might even be able to watch things through my senses.~

<That sounds interesting.>

~Bye.~

Harry made his way out of his mind, returning to his material surroundings. He stood up carefully, having been stationary for a while, then headed out of the suite to the room of requirement, where Riddick would be waiting for him.

He entered the room and froze, watching the Furyan in the centre of the room. The warrior looked to be dancing with the Gryffindor blade, and Harry looked on in awe at the perfect male specimen, muscles flexing as he moved through the kata. ~And he�s all mine~ the raven thought possessively.

Harry moved forward as Riddick finished, still wary of the blade dangling loosely in the Furyan�s hand.

�Hey, how is it?�

�Perfectly balanced, it is a quality weapon.� Harry smiled. �One that you need more training to wield.� The raven pouted. �But you�ll be there soon.�

�Okay.� The hanyou was happy once more. �Let�s get started then.�

The two graceful creatures moved through the routine quickly, finishing with a spar, each fighter armed with shivs. A draw was called when Harry finally managed to draw some of Riddick�s blood.

�Well done kitten.� Harry grinned brightly. �This might scar.� He said contemplatively as he stared at his left bicep. The hanyou moved forwards, concern making him whimper slightly and his ears flattened on his head. �It�s okay kitten, I don�t mind scars, they remind me of the past and help me not to repeat the same mistakes.� Harry raised a finger, rubbing it over the lightning bolt on his forehead, words coming unbidden into his mind.

�And my scars remind me that the past is real.� He spoke tonelessly.

�Exactly. I�ll see you later.� Riddick then left Harry to his thoughts, and a changing room. A desk appeared next to the raven, and he sat down, taking up a quill and starting to write.

By the time he stopped, he had written the full lyrics of five songs; the words had not stopped flowing, and now all that was needed was to create the music. He picked up the first song and the guitar that appeared at his hand, and he started to create the melody for what he had entitled �Scars�.

It was much later, when �Scars� was completed, that he left the room of requirement. He would need a lot of rest to cope with the coming day: a talk with Malfoy, a confrontation with the Weasleys, and Riddick being introduced to the whole of Hogwarts. He was going to be so busy.

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review and I�ll see you all next time, which probably won�t take so long. Although you never know.
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