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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.

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AN: I’m trying to balance these WIP’s with my RL, and everything that goes with it. I’m a non-traditional student (Meaning an older person returning to finish school) and I’ve got a full-time job to boot, so I struggle with this. But, I’ll post something once a week, if I can.

Butterpie: I’ll give the Hufflepuff girl a go, just working out why she was out of class when the potions was made. Adrian Pucey is good, but Ernie Macmillan I have used in other stories, and I hesitate to look like I play favorites. We’ll see. Astoria, no f-ing way. I just don’t like the little witch. Sorry. Oh, and did you mean Terrence Higgs? I couldn’t find Higgins in the lexicon.

unneeded: I think that the potions effect on the students is less traumatic than that, but I’ll let the parents deal out any revenge that needs doing. Future chapter, perhaps? For now, let’s see what happens with the creature crosses and Harry when they get out of hospital, kay?

Anon: Terry is gonna get lots of hugs, never you worry. He’s just spending some quality time with his dad.

bill560682: Again, great ideas, and I enjoy hearing them. I won’t debate you on any of these thoughts, cause this isn’t the setting for that, but I would suggest you post these on the forum. You can get some great feedback there.

alwayslove: Be patient and I will produce results on that.

yngoldfogee: Thank you and I’m gonna try to post something on Sundays, once a week. Either on this or one of my other stories.

jujukitty: (Bows regally) As you wish, my dear. I’m glad you like the twins, I hope you like what I have planned for them.

Chapter Eight: Salamandra

Salamanders: Fire in motion

The genus Salamandrea is often considered to be the most dangerous among the human-crosses. Unlike the reptile that gave its name, the Salamandrea are not only capable of fire magic, but shape-shifting and elemental magic of other forms, as well. A Salamandre can effect water, air and land even more profoundly and they are the most adept at blending into society.

Salamandre males are larger than the females, usually husky and sturdy, but not more than two meters in height. The Salamandre is not often aggressive and will only fight to save its young or mate. The use of the aforementioned elements is its regular form of protection and physical violence is considered abhorrent to them.

Salamandre were once hunted do to rumors that they abducted small children to feed their young and burned human property as a form of mating ritual. These rumors are ridiculous and unfounded, and now the creatures are considered to be near extinction. Any reported Salamandrea are taken into custody and held for their own protection. Sightings are to be reported to the Preservation of Rare Beasts Division of the Department of Non-human Relations.’

            “Hullo, Harry.” The blonde said as she leaned in closer. “You looked lonely coming in here.”

            “How did you know I was here?” he asked.

            Luna giggled, a sweet tinkling sound that was echoed by her wings. ‘Wait. She has wings.’ Harry’s thoughts spun a bit as he looked at the extended bits of lacy flesh that fluttered happily behind the Ravenclaw girl.

            Luna leaned in even closer, till her hair tickled Harry’s nose and whispered, in a sing-song voice, “I can feel you.”

            Harry twitched back, his head banging into one of the shelves. “Feel me?” he said.

            “Yes. I knew you were coming even before you left the dorms.” She moved away a bit and her wings skipped a beat or two. “Why is that?”

            “I don’t know, Luna. When you said I looked lonely, could you see me?” he continued.

            She tilted her head and eyed him skeptically, “Of course, but you looked a bit funny, like you were walking in a fog. Is that bad?”

            “No. Not bad.” He assured her. “Luna, I have to get to the dorms again, and you need to get back to bed.”

            “I do? Well, then I guess I will. Could you walk with me?” she asked, oblivious to the fact that her feet were hovering six inches from the floor.

            “I’ll be happy to.” Harry put his potions, and a few spares to keep him from needing to return, into his pockets and opened the door. Luna grabbed his arm with both hands and smiled as they stepped out into the darkened ward. Harry pulled his cloak over his head, leaving only his arm exposed.

            “Oh, that’s how you did it. A fog cloak. I wish I had one.” Luna cooed as she floated along beside him. He led her to the open bed on the girl’s side of the room and waited as she brushed the cloak from his face and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good night, Harry. I hope you sleep better, now.” She said as she floated onto the bed, belly down just like Malfoy.

            Harry was suddenly curious about something. “Luna, what line is your family?” he whispered.

            “Aerie.” She answered. “It’s a faerie blood line, like Seamus has.”

            "And what is a Veela?” he asked in the same hushed voice.

            “Oh, that’s bird, not faerie. Bigger wings for flying. I can’t fly.” Her last words were spoken around a tiny yawn and her eyes closed in sleep. Harry envied that.

            “Birds, huh? I wonder what other creatures can fly?” he mused, pulling the cloak back into place. Harry then hurried from the room.

*****

            After Harry had left his office, Albus turned to the various professors that were arranged there. “I believe that I may have misjudged Harry Potter, this time.”

            “Really?” Snape snarked and Minerva scowled at him. “Have you ever judged him correctly?”

            “Severus, there is no need to be disrespectful.” The witch admonished. “Albus, you did what you felt was for the best. Harry Potter has never reacted the way we would have predicted.”

            “Oh, but he has. He has, Minerva.” Pomona Sprout corrected her. “He has followed the predictions of the sorting hat from the very beginning.”

            “The hat is only intended to predict the best placement in order to best suit the child’s talents and potential to those who will bring it to the surface.”

            “But, Minerva. Harry Potter was a difficult placement. The hat informed us of this. He wavered between several houses. The hat only placed him in Gryffindor because he was brave enough to challenge it. You’ve heard what it said. Harry Potter should have been placed in Slytherin, from the very start.” Filius Flitwick spoke up for the first time since the potions accident occurred.

            “Ridiculous! Harry was the son of two Gryffindors and that is why he was placed there.” The woman insisted. “Besides, Professor Snape would never have . . .”

            “What? What would I have failed in, now?” Snape growled.

            “I only meant that you would not have welcomed the boy, what with your past . . .with his parents, and all.” Minerva had the sense to blush, though it made her wizened face look more like an upset of her system than embarrassment.

            “After the time we had to spend together, in preparation for the final battle, I have come to respect Mr. Potter’s abilities as well as his morality. He is not what his father was, and more of his mother than he would like to admit, at this time.” Snape rose from his chair and turned to the silent man in the corner. “Black, why are you allowing this abuse of your godson?”

            “Because, Snape. Harry can handle himself. He doesn’t need me to protect him, anymore. I think that I’ll go home, now. I am coming to see Patsy in the morning, I want to show her how to control her transformation, and I’ll need my sleep for that.” Having spoken, Sirius rose and headed for the door. “Walk with me to the floo, Snape. I wanted to speak with you on another matter.”

            Severus snorted at the thought, but realized he was more curious than he wanted to admit. “Fine. Did you bring your leash?” he snarked and Sirius chuckled lightly before walking ahead of him to the door.

            “That wasn’t all that bad, Snivellous. Not bad at all. There’s hope for you, yet.”

*****

            Nymphadora Tonks stepped into the nearly empty interrogation room and glared at the man in all black robes. “They said someone was here to see me. I didn’t expect you.” She said.

            “No. I suspect you were hoping for Lupin to pounce at you in the middle of the Ministry.” Snape sneered.

            “It’s nothing like that.” She snapped. Snape watched her silently and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t have to explain anything to you. What do you want?”

            “Have a seat, Nymphadora.” He said gesturing to an available chair. She glared at him and reluctantly took it. “Certain events have taken place at the school and this has made necessary a few unpleasant tasks. Information must be imparted that has been withheld.”

            Tonks looked even more confused but she could be deceptive. “Could you just get to it?”

            Snape took a moment to soften his features, attempting to convey a more pleasant demeanor. “I never expected to be here, with you, speaking these things, so I am unprepared.” She nodded to indicate that he should proceed. “You are not precisely whom you have always believed yourself to be.” He said.

            Tonks laughed, a sound like bells ringing. “Have you been dipping into some unlawful potions, Professor?”

            Snape’s face became indignant. “I am completely serious.”

            “Right. I’m not who I think I am?” She said. “Who am I, then?”

            “You are the child of a metamorphagus and a Chameleonis.” Snape said and she glared at him in disbelief.

            “My father is a muggle and my mother is not either of those. What are you on about?”

            “Andromeda Black has no creature blood, other than a smattering of Kumiho and Unicorn. Ted Tonks is in fact one hundred percent muggle. And yet I contend that your heritage is as I have said.

            “If my parents are not creatures crosses, then they are not creature crosses. You can’t have it both ways.” She argued.

            “I know, that we agree upon. So, if those facts remain, then only one conclusion is logical.” He said. Dora thought for several minutes in silence and Snape sighed. “Are you an auror or not?” he huffed. She glared at him for a second.

            “If my parents are creatures, and yet my mom is not and my dad is a muggle, then they are . . . are not . . . my parents?” she gasped and the man nodded.

            Dora stood and paced the room, her hand on her mouth to hide her lips as she muttered. After several revolutions, she turned on him. “You lie!”

            “I will submit to veritaserum.” He said calmly.

            Her pacing returned until she snapped at him again. “If they aren’t my parents, who is?”

            Snape leaned forward and rested on his elbows. “The Chameleonis was James Potter.” He said and she moved toward him and lowered into the chair she’d escaped so recently.

            “And the Mophagus?” her interest was overcoming her horror. Another like herself was a dream. Snape attempted a soft smile and allowed his face to rearrange into one he’d rarely used. His black eyes became pale hazel and all of his other features smoothed out. He was nearly handsome this way and not the frightening imposing figure he’d adopted for his job.

            Dora gasped and mumbled. “No. Oh, no!” as she rose and fled.

            Snape regained his façade and sat back, turning his face toward the open door. “Truly a horror to discover, I am sure. Hence, my desire to spare you, but events forced my hand.” He spoke to the air as if she could hear him from her place of refuge.

            He sat there for a bit, recalling the conversation with the Kumiho earlier that evening.

            “You need to tell her. It is time, Severus.” Sirius had said and Snape had sneered at him.

            “That is not your concern, Black.”

            “Remus and I agree on this Snape. Dora deserves the opportunity, as do you, of having a true and real family. She has been happy as the child of the Tonks, but that isn’t reality. If you don’t tell her, Remus will. If he does, it may ruin what they have, and I don’t want that to happen.” Sirius said.

            “Yes, better that she hate me, than her lover.” Snape growled.

            “She won’t. But that’s not the point, Severus.”

            “Since when are we on a first name basis, Black?” Snape said down the crest of his nose.

            “Just trying to be friends, okay? I’m tired of hating and being hated. There was hope for us, Severus. James didn’t choose wrong, you just didn’t have enough faith in yourself. And now, we have an obligation to support Harry, and our children, and keep them from making the mistakes that we all made. Don’t you agree?” Sirius had placed a hand on Snape’s arm and the dark man looked down at it.

            “I’ll tell her, but only because I had planned to, already.”

            Now he had, and the results were even worse than he’d already imagined.

*****

            Back in her cubicle, where she was safely alone, since her partner had gone for a snack, Dora put her head on her desk and tried to calm her breathing. Her mind was roiling, spinning the professor’s words around and replaying the way his face had morphed. An action that no one had done around her in all her twenty-four years. A headache was forming in her frontal lobes and she feared the day was soon to be completely wasted.

            When Roddy Grimes, her newest partner, returned, she begged off on staying late for their case and left him to go home, hoping that Remus would come by today so that something would alleviate her mood.

            She aparated to the back of her home and slipped in carefully, avoiding her mom and sneaking upstairs to her room. She kept a few simple potions in her bathroom, so after a dose of headache reliever and calming draught, she collapsed on her bed and drifted off to sleep.

*****

                     Neville woke to the sound of Malfoy Sr. hustling Draco from the hospital bed and out of the ward. It was nearly two a.m. and his curiosity kept him awake, but did not drive him from his bed to find out what was going on.

            It was quite, and the fact that two of their number had been secreted away did not change much except that now Neville felt lonely and betrayed. Seamus hadn’t talked to him all evening, and the blond Slytherin had been less than sympathetic.

            Now that Terry and Draco were gone, Neville thought about trying to speak to one of the two Slytherins that remained to see if they could fill him in on what was going on. He’d never spoken to Zabini, and Theodore Nott was a stuck-up prat as far as Neville could tell. He’d find some way to talk with the dark-skinned young man in the morning and find out what Zabini knew.

            Until then, his skin was burning and his eyes felt itchy and dry. He slowly dragged himself out from under the rough sheets and put his feet onto the floor. Suddenly ice cold pain stabbed his souls and drove a cry of agony from his throat, waking two of the girls, the Patil sisters, and the medi-witch from her room just passed the potions cabinet.

            “Mr. Longbottom, what is it?” Poppy asked when she’d arrived at his side.

            “My feet. They hurt something fierce.” Neville admitted, lying back and putting them gently onto the bed.

            Poppy shifted him so that she could examine them, and tutted softly. “You’ll be fine in a minute. What were you getting up for?” she asked.

            “I was coming to find you. My skin is so hot and my eyes are . . .” He began.

            “Let’s have a look. Hmmm. A bit dry and I know just what you need. I’ll be right back.” She hurried to the cabinet and returned with a potion bottle for him. “Drink this. It will help to ease your dehydration and cool you down. Tomorrow, we’ll need to get you into a bath. You can’t be getting so dried out, or you’ll peel terribly. I’ll arrange for a trip to the prefect’s bathroom for both you and Miss Bulstrode. Separately, of course.” Poppy was babbling but Neville had fallen asleep again, anyway.

            Poppy checked him once more, noted his temperature dropping and patted his head gently. She turned to the other side of the room and saw the two sister, so she crossed to them and shifted the curtain closed around them as she pulled out another small potion. “Now, girls. This will help with your little scaly problems.” She said.

*****

   Remus sat in a chair near the bed and watched Terry sleep. It had been a long night filled with adventure and exploration. He and Terry, once the moon had brought about their transformations, had run through the terrain that surrounded the shrieking shack, clear to the reinforced wards that he and Sirius had prepared.

            The boy had seemed happy, climbing trees and sniffing out small prey, but Remus worried that upon waking, things might be different. He remembered his first few years, alone at Hogwarts with only James, Sirius and Peter for company.

            Terry hadn’t spoken since he’d transformed back, other than to tell his father that he was sleepy. Remus had nodded in response, not trusting his own voice, and shown his son the room that he and Sirius had set up for him.

            Now, as Terry slept, the man reflected on his early days of lycanthropy. His first transformation had likely pleased, and confused, his uncle as much as Terry’s had him.

            Remus had allowed his friends, and the world at large, to believe the propaganda about werewolves, but to James he’d eventually told the truth. His affliction was actually a birth rite, brought on at an early age, usually by an act of fate, but in many cases an act of aggression. His uncle, Fenrir Greyback, had instigated his change in the attack when he was ten, intending him to be established before he went off to school.

            Greyback falling into slavery under Voldimort came later, but Remus avoided those thoughts as much as possible.

*****

Additional AN: Okay, so I write these one chapter ahead of myself, and chapter nine is the longest one of all. This one is 2,820 words total and the next one is over 4,200. Wow!

Oh, and how many of your read about Snape and Tonks and said, "Ahhhh!"???
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