Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132344 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
AN: Okay, here is a chapter that should make a few of you pleased. Harry gets to start acting like a man, or a chameleonis, whatever the case may be. He will be showing some creature traits in the next chapter, but this one is for his attitude and actions. Also, let’s see how many of the creatures affected by the potion that you can guess.

Unneeded: Yes, Lucius has a bad attitude and he’s got a good reason. I’ve had a great time looking up unusual mythical beasts and playing with ways that they would turn out in a human cross, what would they display, etc. Just wait till you see what the remaining seventh years are.

Butterpie: I got one for Cho, but that comes later. I’m thinking on the djinn idea. Yep, the parents are very important here, especially James’ mates. They all show up, eventually. Actually, I may have to come up with one or two OC’s as I’m stumped on a couple of them, but so far I have all seven sibs mapped out, at least who they are and what their creature is. Glad you’re enjoying this!

sadatious: Love your name! Thanks for the info. Sounds a bit like a Naga. Glad you’re enjoying my madness.

Anon: Kay, like I said just now, sounds like Naga, only way creepier. The Hermaphrodite part is pretty cool, though.

bill560682: I totally agree about Harry’s feelings regarding his fate. I’m not sure he would go so far as to whore himself out, though.

Dark epyon: Another cool name. You have completely stated my point! The problem is I have to start this with the character that JK Rowling gave me. And as you said, in the books he just goes along too easily. Of course, we have to remember that he was raised to be respectful of authority, though the examples he grew up with didn’t really deserve it. I think you’ll like what I’m doing with it, just bear with me.

heartstar: Your wish, is my command!

Chapter seven: Satyr

Fauns: The Frivolous Folk

The Satyr or faun is often relegated to the division of magical beasts that discounts its status as less than a being. Satyrs are half man half goat, or any other cloven-hoofed creature, and they are not related to Centaurs. Satyrs are always males, always submissive, and normally mate with dominant humans, or human crosses. A satyr is one of the only creatures that always reproduce by male pregnancies. (See Male Pregnancy, section III)

The satyr love music and dance, playing and frivolity. They are childlike and innocent, but are capable of great magic. Satyr are forgetful and must be constantly monitored to avoid mishaps. Most Satyr are not trustworthy enough to raise their own young and the dominant partner is left to handle most of these tasks.

A Satyr’s horns are not mere ornaments, but are often used to channel their powers. Until the horns sprout, many Satyr have difficulty with even the most simple spells. Some have considered the young that are born to Satyr line families to be squibs, until they reach maturity and are more capable magicians.

Satyrs are not listed as a protected species, though their child-like state makes them precious to their mates who will stop at no lengths to protect them. No current listing exists to monitor Satyr-line families or their number. It is unknown how prolific they are and this author has suggested many times that they should be studied further.

      Hermione studied the pages of an old potions book in the restricted section with her brows furrowed and a scowl on her face. Other books filled the table where she sat open to various pages. She flipped the page she was reading, but flipped back and forth about three times before slamming it shut and tossing it away. It was then that Ron found her and dropped noisily into the seat across from her. He turned the book and read its title, “Eh, Hermione? Why are you reading . . .Potions to Soothe Your Beast? Is there something you’re keeping from me?” he asked, putting it back and picking up another book.

     Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled faintly. “No, stupid. I was looking up the potion that Neville brewed the other day. The one that sent a handful of people to hospital.”

        “Ah,” Ron said nodding. He stopped and leaned forward. “So, why that book?” he asked.

   " The best I can figure, the potion was Wormwood’s Elixir. But if that is true, then everyone in hospital right now has some creature blood.” Ron nodded and again and she continued. “Most of them are pure-bloods, Ron. And Seamus and Terry are halfs.”

            “Creature blood is not that uncommon, Mione. There’s a bit in my family, as well. I’m surprised it didn’t affect me.”

            “That makes it even more curious. The book said that it enhances creature traits.” She continued.

            “Then that’s your answer. I ain’t got any of them.” Ron summarized.

            “But, why did Snape keep Harry?” Hermione snapped and Ron looked up with wide eyes. “Sorry, Ron. I’m just worried about Harry. Something is going on and after all he’s been through, it’s not fair if he’s dragged into this.”

            “Mione, Harry is fine. He’s not in hospital and he isn’t growing wings, or horns, or huge feet, so don’t worry about him.” Hermione stared at the redhead as his words connected and the sincere look on his face told her he wasn’t joking about it.

            “Huge feet?” she asked.

            “Troll heritage. It was just a guess.” Now he looked sheepish and she smiled warmly.

            “Harry as part troll is more disturbing than anything. Remember the troll from first year?” she asked.

            “That was a mountain troll. I was thinking more of a forest troll, actually.” Ron told her. “If I had to guess, I think Harry would be more like a wrongill and after that second task in the tournament, it almost seemed like he was. Remember those gills and fins?”

            “No, actually I don’t remember anything about that. How could you? We were both held by the merfolk.”

            Ron just shrugged and flipped the pages in the book he held. Hermione sighed as she sat back and watched him.

           “What really has me stumped, is the fact that Harry is excused from classes, but isn’t in hospital. Either he’s been affected or he hasn’t” she said looking around at the stacks of books.

            Ron wasn’t paying attention to her as he stared down at the open book. His face looked ashen and his mouth hung open. Hermione realized he’d gone silent and looked over, concern making an appearance on her face. “Ron, what is it?”

           Ron looked up sharply, jumped to his feet, knocking over his chair and bolted from the room. Hermione quickly grabbed her bag and chased after him.

            From behind a row of books, where she had been researching an essay for Professor Sinistra, Isabel Macdougal had overheard the two Gryffindors and when they had gone, she moved to the table and looked down at the books.

           Only one was still open and the rest had begun to fly back to the shelves as she read the text. The book was called The Rarest Creature Crosses and it was open to the chapter on Phoenicia and there was a color drawing of two Phoenix/ human crosses. Isabel found it looked very familiar but what caught her attention was the caption at the bottom.

“Phoenicia always display in the form of twins”

She looked up toward the direction the redhead had gone, then sat down and read the entire chapter before taking the book to Miss Pince to request her permission to check it out for a few days. When she left the library, she had three others that the librarian had suggested, as well.

*****

            Ron stopped running when he passed the front doors to the school, where he leaned on the wall and took deep gulping breaths of the cool air. Hermione caught up and grabbed his arm, yanking him to face her while she tried to catch her breath.

            Ron’s eyes darted away, refusing to catch hers and his face flushed with color that could have been from the cold weather. She yanked on him several time before he reluctantly looked back into her searching gaze. “Wh-what is it?” she stuttered.

            Suddenly, Ron snatched her close and buried his head into her hair as sobs wracked his body. The girl held him as he clung to her, sputtering words of nonsense and kneading her shoulder with desperate hands.

            They stayed that way for several minutes that could have been longer and when Ron’s tears began to subside his fingers twined in her wavy locks and tugged it gently. “You can tell me anything, Ron.” She promised.

            “I’m frightened, Mione. Not for me; for George and Fred.” He admitted softly, so quiet that she was afraid she had misheard. “When people find out, when everyone knows. . . “

            “Knows what, Ron?” She said hugging him closer. “What about the twins?”

            Ron sniffed loudly, wiping his eyes and nose on his sleeve. He pulled away, just enough to see her face. He took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them she saw a flicker of uncertainty, before it was replaced with resolve. “Inheritance, Hermione. Our family has one. My Great Aunt Tessie used to talk about it all the time. Everyone thought it was bred out, because no one displayed in generations.”

            “Your family? But you’re pure bloods!” Hermione gasped.

            Ron’s face flushed again, and his eyes darted away. “Yeah, well. Little secret about pure-bloods, Mione. Not many are all that pure."

            Hermione took a turn at staring with her mouth working over silent words. Sh shook her head and spit out, “Okay, so that is a bit of a surprise. So, you have . . .”

            “Creature inheritance.” Ron supplied.

            “Right. But, it doesn’t usually . . .”

            “Display.” Ron didn’t miss her glare as he filled in the words she needed.

            “Yes. And why do you think that Fred and George have. . “

            “Inherited? Because of that book and Great Aunt Tessie.” When Hermione looked blank, he continued. “Aunt Tessie used to tell the twins, when thy had pranked her, that she was going to disinherit them. They just laughed it off and told her it wasn’t possible. That never made sense too, until I read in that book!”

            “What, Ron? What did you read in the book?”

            “Twins! Our line only displays in twins!”

            “So, because they are twins, you think that they are . . .” Hermione stopped speaking when Ron grabbed her shoulders and shook her firmly.

            “I can’t tell you, can’t say it out loud. It’s rare and Aunt Tessie said that it was dangerous to let people know. The magic is too strong in one and the twins would be in danger.” Ron looked around again, a shiver passing through him that was not from the cold.

            “Ron, you’re acting paranoid. If you won’t tell me, then let’s go back inside and I’ll read the book myself. Come on.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him back inside the school. As they walked, Ron’s thoughts swirled.

            “D’you think Mom and Dad know?” he asked and Hermione glared at him.

            “They are your parents, so they are Fred and George’s as well. If the twins are . . whatever, your parents would know.” She told him.

            After a little while, Ron asked. “D’you think Dumbledore knows?”

            This time, Hermione rolled her eyes and said. “Ronald!”

            Ron closed his mouth on what he wanted to say and followed along, when they were one corridor away, he said, “D’you think You-know-who knew?”

            Hermione growled and turned on him. “What difference could that make now?”

           Ron looked cowed, “Well, if he knew, his followers would know and then some loose death eater could come looking for them.”

           “Argh!” Hermione crowed before storming off to find the book he’d been reading. His comments bothered her more because she didn’t know what he was talking about.

           The table was cleared when they arrived but Hermione had expected as much. She began to look over the titles on the shelves. “Do you remember which book it was in?” She asked but Ron just shrugged. He sat at the table while she searched the shelves.

******

           Harry sat in Dumbledore’s office, again. He watched the elderly wizard pour out six cups of tea for the various people around him. He had to struggle not to lose what little temper he could at the thoughts that occupied him. When everyone was served and settled onto their seats, he put down his own cup, that had gone cold, “Professors, and Sirius, I know that you don’t know much about my family’s . . . beast line, and the books I have read aren’t much help, either, but I won’t sit back and be a test subject. I don’t care what reason you come up with, I’m not your research tool!”

           “Harry . . .” Dumbledore began.

           “Mr. Potter,” Snape cut in, “Should you be able to pass on this rarest of inheritances, imagine the loss to future generations if no information is available to them.”

           “You are no research tool, Potter.” McGonagall added. “But, I would think that you would revel in the chance to fulfill such an important role.”

           “Why? Because I’ve been raised all my life to fulfill important roles? I did my duty to wizards and muggles alike. Voldemort is gone and now I just want to be as normal as I can manage.” Harry’s tone was firm and confident in a way that no one in the room had ever heard before.

           “Harry,” Sirius took a turn. “I understand that you’re feeling used, but think of what your parents would have wanted.”

           “My parents?” Harry snapped. “The selfless and generous people that would give their lives for their children and stand up to anyone to protect the rights of others? They never existed!”

           “Harry!” Remus shouted, but Harry’s glare stopped him.

           “My father’s love for his children seems to have been conditional, and he obviously never submitted to your desires for a lab rat. My mother’s altruism couldn’t extend to the mates that her husband had already taken. Tell me, which part of this melds with what you’ve been sharing with me for six years?” Harry rose from his seat and stared down the other two that had stood, Remus and Minerva, and his head of house looked away first. “That’s what I thought.”

           “Harry, we never meant you any harm.” Dumbledore began but he was cut off by an unexpected quarter.

           “Enough lies, Headmaster! Tell the boy the truth!” Severus said wearily.

           “What is the truth?” Harry asked turning on the old man.

           Albus sighed and rubbed his fingers into his temples. “James chose his mates because of their creature attributes. He claimed that there was no compulsion for him, but he was able to seduce whomever he desired, and his choices were for very selfish reasons.”

           “A Chameleonis retains the abilities of his mates, even if they leave the partnership.” Remus concluded for the man.

           “He told me that one choice was only because he wanted to be able to fly.” Sirius said in a hushed tone.

           ”When your mother insisted that he leave his mates, she intended that he only keep those he was emotionally connected to. We can never be certain if that was the criteria he followed.” Albus sighed again.

           “Some of us have no difficulty knowing which side of that fence we fall on.” Snape growled as he held his tea cup gently over its saucer. The words, their tone, so disagreed in his mannerisms that Harry stared at him. “Don’t act so surprised, Potter. I know full well what your father thought of me!” he put down the cup and turned away, his hair shifting to the grey streaked blond of the other day. Harry suspected that this was a default coloring that took over when the man was upset.

           “The point is, only James knew how he truly felt about any of us, and none of us are secure that what we felt was returned equally, or at all.” Remus said.

           “Not even Snape!” Sirius snapped before the potions professor could refute his friend. “You were first! You were supposed to be the strongest, the support for the group! James chose you!”

           “He chose poorly,” Severus countered. “No one could have been strong enough to overcome your prejudices.”

           “I was the last. The structure should have been established before he chose me!” Sirius raved.

           Remus stood between the two, his arms raised to keep them apart. McGonagall joined him and the men backed down. “It doesn’t matter who was first or who was last. A strong mate could have made such an odd family stable, but there was no guarantee. You never cohabitated, so that was never tested.” She said testily.

           “You see, Harry. Anything we learned from your father’s example left more questions than answers. James was too private of a man to even share his choices of mates with one another. It was long after his death that many found out who some of the others were.”

           Harry frowned; he rubbed his chin with one hand. “I’ve only learned of three. Who are the other four?” he asked. Most of the adults present squirmed and Harry scowled.

           “We believe it is their prerogative to tell you, in their own way and at their own time.” Snape sniffed.

           “And if they decide not to? Am I never to meet my siblings?”

           Remus reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Other than their number, you haven’t heard anything about them. You can’t say that you miss what you have never known.”

           Harry narrowed his eyes at the werewolf. “You have no idea what I’ve missed. You haven’t lived my life!”

           Before either could say another word, a pure white pigeon flew into the room and landed on Remus’ shoulder. It dropped a note into his hands and flew off, leaving the man to read the missive. Remus paled and said, “I’ve got to go. Terry needs me!” and he rushed out of the office. Harry watched him go, and looked around at the guilty looks on the faces around him.

           “I think this meeting is over, don’t you agree, Headmaster?” the boy wizards said, turning and walking toward the door.

*****

           Seamus’ head was feeling fuzzy, and his body ached all over. He was surely feverish and that explained why he was in hospital. The problem was, he didn’t remember how or when he’d come here.

           His bed was enclosed by a magically suspended curtain but sounds from beyond it told of others in the ward and their various stages of illness. He wondered if there had been some strange epidemic traveling through the school, and if it was fatal.

           The only thing he remembered was asking Harry if it was okay with the other boy that Seamus had a crush on him, and that Harry had seemed fine with the prospect. He hadn’t said he returned the emotion, but he had let Seamus sleep there, in his bed, for the entire night. That was what put a smile on his face at this time.

           “I see you are feeling better, Mr. Finnigan.” Madame Pomfrey said as she rounded his curtained area with a potion and a spoon in hand. “This should make your feel even more chipper, and then we can have a little talk.” She said.

           Seamus took the large dose of what tasted like the extract of dragon dung, and looked up at the witch with trusting eyes. “What did you want to ask me, Madame Pomfrey?” he said.

           Poppy sat on the nearby chair and put the potion on the bedside table. “What we need to talk about is your family’s creature line, Mr. Finnigan. What can you tell me about it?”

           Seamus looked around and tilted his head, listening it seemed to some far away music. He smiled as if a voice had given him reassurance and turned back to the woman. “My mum was descended from faerie folk, and she said that there was a bit of it, but not enough to be dangerous. Why are you asking about that?” he asked in return.

           “Well, Mr. Finnigan. It seems that you had enough of the faeries in you to have inherited the form of the faun. Have a look.” She said as she produced a large hand held mirror for him. Seamus took one look and fainted dead away.

*****

           Harry woke that night from another dream, this one mostly of odd colors and shapes, running around him and darting to and fro. His head hurt and his throat was dry, so he decided to go and get a potion from the medi-witch,

           He had donned his cloak and traversed nearly to the hospital ward before he remembered that he was banned from within. His headache was not abating so he decided it was worth the detention to get a cure.

           After checking the Marauder’s Map for the location of Madame Pomfrey, who was in her chambers, and Madame Hooch, the current professor that was aiding the patients, Harry squeezed through the door and tip-toed through the room. Potions were stored in a cabinet to the rear of the ward and he had to pass all the occupied beds on the way.

           Blaise had rolled to the side and Harry watched as the blankets moved behind him. The edge lifted and a scaly head popped out. The hissing that rose from the snakes tongue sounded garbled and immature, like a toddler putting sounds together to try to form words. The boy’s dark hair had grown longer and thicker, framing his face like a mane.

           Beside him, Malfoy lay on his stomach, twitching in his sleep like he was not comfortable and the blankets covering his back were bunched over an odd shaped lump or two. His hair hung loose, flowing over the pillow like a pale waterfall.

           Harry looked the other direction, seeing the curtain covering the place where Pansy slept. Next to her, the curtain was partly open and he could see Millicent Bullstrode’s face peeking out from the covers. Her hair parted to display ears that resembled a cat and her nose had become longer and somewhat flattened. He remembered the girl and tilted his head as a thought filled his mind, ‘She looks pretty like that.’

           Past Millicent, Harry saw two beds pulled close together and though he couldn’t see their faces, he assumed the Patils were sleeping there. From the end of the beds, long scaly tails hung to the floor and stretched the distance to curl together in the aisle.

           A soft dreamy hissing flowed out, like the sound of a snake talking in its sleep. HE smiled at the thought.

           Turning back, Harry found that Terry’s bed was empty and Neville and Seamus were separated by a partial curtain. Neville, though he slept peacefully, looked pale and his skin shone with a layer of perspiration making it look almost slimy.

           Seamus was the oddest sight, for he seemed to have two small horns growing out of his forehead and his short stubbly hair had grown out to cover his head in tight curls. The blankets flowed over his legs that looked like he’d broken both at the knees. Harry slowed down his trip to take a better look, but Seamus began to thrash about and he hurried on.

           In the potions cabinet, after pulling the cloak off of himself and draping it over his arm, Harry quickly grabbed a vial of the needed potion and turned to leave. He found himself face-to-face with the softly glowing, hovering form of Luna Lovegood.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Chameleon's Song