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Summary: Snarry! Kitty!Harry Dom!Sev Sub!Harry. Harry’s
first attempt at becoming an animagus is interrupted
and severely botched, leaving him with a few… feline characteristics. HBP
compliant! SPOILER ALERT!
A/N: I read a few stories where
Harry became part cat, and I loved them! I’m also a lover of the anime/manga “Loveless”… So that’s where I got the inspiration for
this! I hope you enjoy!!!!
Chapter One
~I~
Harry sat in his room at the
Burrow, practicing the spell that would allow him to become an animagus. He had gotten the book from the attic at Grimmauld Place. It was the
same book that the marauders had used…
When he was sure that he had
perfected the spell, he stood and turned his wand on himself. He spoke the
spell clearly and concentrated on the transformation, as the book had said to.
However, just as the spell left his lips, Ron burst into the room, yelling and
raving like a maniac, breaking Harry’s concentration and interrupting the
transformation.
Harry spun to face him, ready to
berate the redhead, but the look of shock on his face stopped him.
“Ron!” Hermione yelled, running in after her boyfriend of three
weeks, “Harry said not to disturb him- OH
MY GOD! Harry, what did you do?!”
“What are you talking about?”
Harry asked, his tail bristling in annoyance. Wait… TAIL?! “I have a tail!”
“And ears,
mate,” Ron added, “An extra pair… on top
of your head.”
Harry reached up and felt the cat
ears that were now perched on his head. He summoned a mirror and nearly fainted
at his reflection. He had, indeed, acquired a pair of jet black ears and a
matching tail… He looked at his hands and saw that his nails had lengthened, as
well. He checked his teeth and, thankfully, they were only marginally longer and sharper.
He looked up at Ron. “I told you not to bother me.”
“M-maybe if you complete the
transformation…” Ron suggested feebly.
Harry nodded, transforming into a
black cat with a small, white lightning bolt mark on its forehead, and back.
“Judging from the look of fear on
your face, it didn’t work, did it?”
Ron shook his head. “I’m really
sorry, Harry…”
He sighed, sitting down heavily on
the bed. “What was so important, Ron?”
“Oh! Snape
and Malfoy! They’re off the hook! The Wizengamot acquitted them both!” Ron exclaimed, “They just
announced it!”
“So? I already knew that Snape was okay and… Malfoy is a Malfoy, which apparently is synonymous with ‘diplomatic
immunity’…”
Earlier that summer, Snape had contacted Harry, telling him everything. From the Unbreakable Vow he took, to how Dumbledore had
ordered him to kill him if it came to it. He had also offered his assistance in
any way. They had worked together secretly, exchanging information about the
remaining horcruxes and Voldemort’s
plans. With the Potions Master’s help, he, Ron, and Hermione managed to collect
and destroy the last of the horcruxes by mid-August.
Even though Harry was at Privet Drive
until July 31st, he continued his hunt. He found that side-along apparation, though unpleasantly similar to a portkey, had its benefits. Technically, he didn’t do
anything wrong, and it allowed him to
search freely. He and Snape, while still not on the
best of terms, had gained a mutual respect through their work together. Now, all
they had to worry about was Voldemort himself…
Harry decided that he would go
back to school and finish out his education, simultaneously lending his support
to both McGonagal and Hogwarts. He had a lot of
influence over the Ministy at the moment, as well as
the people in general. If he went to school, others would follow.
“Damn it, Ron! Was that seriously
it?!” Harry exclaimed, “We go back to school in a week! And… I’m a bloody cat-boy!”
His tail was bristling and his
ears twitched slightly in anger. Hermione giggled slightly, making him turn on
her.
“Oh, Harry, I’m sorry! But- you’re
just so adorable!”
“Great!” he said sarcastically,
throwing his hands into the air, “Maybe I can use my tail to pick up guys!” He
blushed, regretting his words even as he said them.
“Er…
guys?” Ron asked, quirking an eyebrow, “You’re a pouf?”
He sighed. “Yeah… pretty much.
Sorry it came out like this…”
“Mum’s going to be crushed,” Ron
said, grinning, “She was so looking
forward to all of the beautiful grandchildren that you and Ginny would have.”
Harry smirked, thankful that he
was taking it so well. “She’s still got Bill and Fleur. And you and Hermione…”
They blushed.
“So, how do you think everybody
else is going to take it?” Harry asked nervously.
“They’ll certainly be surprised. Gin’ll probably be a bit upset, but Mum and Dad’ll be fine. Fred and George are- you know…”
“Gay, Ronald,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah.
Personally, I think that they’re together.
Like- with each other,” Ron added.
“And you don’t have a problem with
that?” Harry asked.
“For one thing, homosexuals are
entirely more accepted within the wizarding
communities,” Hermione said.
“And for another,” Ron
interrupted, “I don’t care what they do. If being together makes them happy,
it’s good with me. With the whole family, since I’m pretty sure that they all
know, too.”
“Thank Merlin!” Harry sighed,
“That takes a load off of my mind.”
“Still can’t believe, you’re a
pouf, though,” Ron said, grinning, “Seamus’ll be thrilled.”
“What’s this we hear,” George said,
strolling into the room.
“About Harry
batting for our side of the fence?”
Fred finished.
Harry blushed when their eyes fell
on him and widened, his ears flattening against his head.
“What did you do?” they said.
“Ron did it. He interrupted my first try at an animagus
transformation,” Harry said, “And now I’m stuck like this.”
“If it’s any consolation, you look
rather sexy,” Fred stated, trailing his eyes over Harry’s body, “But then, you
were always sexy…”
His blush deepened, but his tail
swished back and forth delicately, belying his pleasure.
Hermione smirked.
“So, you’re really gay?” George
asked.
He nodded. “I hadn’t meant to tell
anybody, yet, but… it just kind of slipped out.”
“You’ve been with a guy?” Fred
asked.
Ron groaned. “Do we have to talk
about this?”
“Yes,” George said, “So, Harry?”
He avoided their eyes. “No. I
just- came across some of my cousin’s magazines and- the pictures… they didn’t
do anything for me. So, I thought- about what I would like and… well, here I am.”
“Hmm… you got your eyes on anybody
in particular?” George asked.
“I don’t know. Why?” Harry
replied.
“Because, if you don’t, we’d be
willing to take you under our wing and- educate you a bit,” Fred said, grinning
cheekily.
Harry blinked in shock. Were they
propositioning him? They couldn’t be serious! However, he doubted that they
would joke about something like that, so… what should he say? He really did have somebody in mind… but could it
hurt to play around a bit? Yes… no… maybe? He sighed. “Sorry, but I kind of-
already like somebody.”
They shrugged. “Well, if that doesn’t work out for you-”
“You know where to find us,”
George finished with a wink.
“So, who’s the guy?” Hermione
asked, unable to contain her curiosity.
He blushed again. “Nobody…”
“Is he from Hogwarts?” she asked.
“…yeah.” ‘Not technically a lie…’
“Do we know him?” Ron asked.
He nodded.
“Do we like him?” Hermione said.
“Sometimes…” he replied.
“What house is he in?” Fred asked,
thoroughly intrigued by Harry’s obvious edginess.
“Er… I
don’t want to answer any more questions. I don’t want to give away his
identity…” Harry said, scooting back on the bed, away
from the questioning faces.
Fred jumped onto the bed behind
him and pulled Harry backward, between his legs.
“What’re you-?!” Harry broke off
when Fred brought one hand up to massage a silky black ear. He melted back into
the older boy and, to his embarrassment, began to purr loudly.
“What house is he in?” Fred
repeated quietly, aware of how close he was to the boy’s ears.
“Slytherin…”
he said, a lazy smile on his face.
“Good job, brother,” George said,
“Wherever did you get an idea like that?”
“It always works on Crookshanks…” Fred stated, shrugging.
“He’s a Slytherin? Are you serious? Is it
Malfoy?” Ron asked, silently begging that he was
wrong.
“Mmm… nope.”
“Is he a seventh year?” Hermione
asked.
“No…” Harry sighed.
“Sixth year?”
Ron asked.
He shook his head.
“Fifth or
fourth?” George said, growing impatient.
Harry chuckled. “Wrong.”
“Any year?”
Fred asked, suspiciously.
Harry shook his head. “Graduated…”
“A graduated Slytherin…
that we know…” Hermione said, her
brow furrowing in thought, “The only one I can think of is Marcus Flint.”
Harry wrinkled his nose in
disgust. “Gross…”
“Then who is it?” Fred asked.
“Not telling,” he retorted
childishly.
Fred winked at them before nipping
the same ear he was massaging with his teeth, sending shockwaves of pleasure
through Harry’s body, and making Hermione and Ron blush and avert their eyes.
“Who is it?”
“I’m- still not… telling,” Harry
said, shakily.
Fred bit down again, a little
harder, making Harry cry out this time. “Tell us. Maybe we can help you.”
Harry shut his eyes tightly and
shook his head, struggling to get away. ‘Damn
cat ears!’
Fred chuckled, tightening his grip
before nipping at the ear one more time.
“Ah! Fine! I’ll tell you! Just-
stop that!” Harry said.
“Well?” George said expectantly.
He muttered something quietly,
making Fred sigh and bite his ear- again.
“Severus Snape! God! Will
you quit it, now?”
They gaped at him in shock, making
him blush.
“Are you… serious?” Ron said.
“’Fraid
so, Ron,” Harry said, defeated.
“A professor, Harry?” Hermione
asked, scandalized.
“There are no rules against it,”
George said, “As long as both parties are of age and willing.”
“But- still…” she said.
“I’m impressed,” Fred stated, “You
sure do set your sights high. Snape’s definitely…”
“Gorgeous, if you can get past his
snarky personality,” George finished.
Harry sighed. “We worked together
a lot over the summer. He’s not that bad, you guys. He’s a good man… better
than most, I’d say. He’s intelligent, loyal, dedicated, and… well, kind of
funny, in a witty, sarcastic way.”
“So, why do I sense some
hesitation?” George asked.
“He hates me. He thinks I’m- well,
he thinks I’m my father,” Harry replied, “My dad and Sirius were really cruel
to him when they were in school, and he thinks I’m the same.”
“So, make him see that you’re
not,” Fred suggested.
“Wait!” Ron said, “You two are
okay with this?”
“Of course.
You always said that you were happy as long as George and I were happy…”
“Shouldn’t it be the same with
Harry?”
Ron sighed. “I guess… alright,
mate! I’m behind you a hundred percent.”
“I can’t say that I’m thrilled
about your choice,” Hermione said, “But I can hardly allow Ron to be more
mature than me, so… if you need any help or advice, I’m here.”
“You know, it’s a shame that we
won’t be at Hogwarts this year, eh brother?” Fred asked.
“But wait! We will be at Hogwarts this year!” George said, grinning.
“Excuse me?” Ron said.
“That’s right, ickle
Ronnikins!” Fred said, “We’re coming back…”
“To redo our seventh year…”
“And, most
importantly, to get Mum off our backs!”
“What about the shop?” Harry
asked.
Fred grinned. “We’ve got somebody
looking after it for us.”
“So… you’re going to be in class-
with us?” Hermione said, “Oh no… this is just a recipe for disaster!”
“Why, Hermione! I’m flattered that
you think so highly of us!” George said sweetly.
“What is going on in here?” Ginny asked, walking into the room, “I
could hear Harry yelling in the- other… what happened?!”
“Botched.
Animagus.
Transformation,” Harry answered simply, already sick of explaining it.
She noticed Harry sitting in
Fred’s lap, with Fred’s arms still around him, and sporting a rather obvious
erection, and her jaw practically fell off. “Harry! You’re a… a… a pouf?!”
Harry winced, noting that this
hearing was highly sensitive. “No need to scream about it…”
“But- we dated! We kissed!” she continued yelling.
“Yes, but we broke up,” Harry
said, trying to be as gentle as possible, “I thought I really liked you, Ginny,
but- it was weird for me. You’re- like my sister.”
“Your sister?!” she screeched, “You ass hole! I can’t believe I dumped
Dean for you!” She stormed out,
presumably to rant to her mother, and Harry sighed.
“That could have gone better…”
“Yeah, but it could have been
worse, too,” Hermione said.
Fred laughed. “For somebody who
isn’t interested, Harry, you seem rather… happy where you are.”
He jumped away from the red-head,
blushing. “It’s not my fault! My ears are just- sensitive…”
Fred got up off of the bed,
wearing an identical bulge.
“Want some help with that?” George
asked, placing an arm around his twin’s shoulders.
“Love some,” Fred replied, “Sure
you don’t want to join us, Harry?”
“Yeah, I’m sure…” he said.
“Pity. I
hate to see that go to waste,” Fred said.
“There’s nothing we can do,”
George said, grinning, “But the offer will always be there…”
Harry only nodded and they left
together, grinning. When they were gone, Harry flopped back on the bed. God,
how he’d wanted to go with them… but he couldn’t afford to be distracted. He
needed to make a plan.
“You know, Harry…” Hermione said,
“It wouldn’t hurt anybody if you fooled around a bit. It might actually help
you, in the end.”
“How so?” he asked, sitting up.
“Well, it would give you a little
more- bedroom experience- and it would prepare you for the ‘main event’, so to
speak,” she said, blushing.
“I’ll think about it…” Harry said,
smirking.
“You’ve got a week before school,
mate,” Ron said, “That’s only a week before you see him.”
“So… he’s teaching again?” Harry
asked.
“Yeah.
Back in Potions, though,” Ron replied.
Harry grinned. “Which room is
theirs?”
“Two doors down,” Ron said.
Harry walked into the hallway and
knocked on the door.
Fred answered, shirtless and
panting. When he saw Harry, he smirked. “Come to take us up on our offer?”
“No strings attached?” Harry
asked, suddenly nervous. Where had all of his confidence gotten to?
“No strings. George is my only
love,” Fred stated, pulling Harry into the room, “This would just be an
education.”
“He’s joining us now?” George
asked, getting up from the bed and strolling over to them.
“It would seem so,” Fred replied.
Harry blushed when both sets of
baby-blue eyes turned to him. He shifted from foot to foot, not even realizing
that his ears had flattened again and his tail was lowered. He jumped when he
felt a hand on his cheek and he was pushed against the wall.
“So cute…” Fred stated, “Shall we
start with the basics, then?”
“B-basics?”
Harry stuttered, his gaze locked with Fred’s.
“Kissing,” George answered, moving
to Harry’s side, “How many people have you kissed?”
“Two…” he said, blushing, “Cho and… Ginny…”
Fred laughed. “We’ll try not to keep that in mind. So, was it
enjoyable kissing these faceless, nameless people?”
He grinned. “Not really…”
Before Harry knew what was
happening, Fred had lowered his lips to his own, pressing him further into the
wall. He felt a tongue slide along his lips, so he parted them, gasping when
Fred began almost devouring him. When the older boy sucked his tongue into his
mouth, urging him to use it, as well, he moaned, closing his eyes. He mimicked
Fred’s movements, though much more timidly, and found that he thoroughly
enjoyed kissing.
Fred pulled away, smirking, and
licked his lips. “Very good…”
Harry’s breath was coming in pants
and he closed his eyes again, resting his head back against the wall. No kiss
had ever caused that strong of a reaction in him before.
“That was bloody hot…” he heard
George breathe, “My turn…”
Another set of lips descended on
his, but George was much more aggressive. He nipped at Harry’s bottom lip a few
times before thrusting his tongue into the moist cavern, savoring the sweetness
of Harry’s mouth. Harry did his best to match him, fisting his hands in the
red-head’s shirt and pressing upward, silently asking for more.
George pulled away, catching the
boy’s lip in his teeth once more. “Eager little bloke, isn’t he?”
“Shall we move to the bed?” Fred
asked, already headed for it.
‘I’m not the only eager one…’ Harry thought before George pulled
him to the bed.
“Clothes.
Off,” he ordered, having already rid himself of his own.
Harry blushed, pulling his shirt
over his head. He had always been self-conscious about his body… he knew he was
thin. Thankfully, he’d put on some weight since leaving Privet
Drive, so he didn’t look quite as malnourished as
he usually did. His jeans and boxers went next, leaving him standing fully
exposed and feeling far too vulnerable.
However, when he was pulled down
onto the bed and George attacked his mouth, his insecurity seemed to disappear.
While Georges mouth was busy with his, Fred’s had found ways
to be useful on the rest of his body. He was and writhing pitifully by
the time he and George surfaced for air. He grasped at the sheets, tearing
holes in it with his claws, when Fred wrapped a hand around his erection.
“Ah! Gods!” he gasped, marveling
at how much better that felt when it was a hand other than his own.
“He’s rather good at that, isn’t
he?” George said, watching the boy’s reactions.
Harry’s answer was a low moan when
the hand started to move. The brothers shared a small smirk, silently agreeing
that they loved the sounds he made.
And then Fred was kissing Harry, while his other hand moved up to toy with his
nipples, and he moaned again, bringing a hand up to rake it through his red
hair, crushing their lips together harder.
Meanwhile, George was busy preparing
Fred. He was thankful that his twin was fairly easy to stretch and when he
finally sank his cock into him, he sighed. Fred broke away from Harry, throwing
his head back and groaning loudly, surprising Harry. He noticed what they were
doing when George began to move and blushed.
“Doesn’t that… hurt?” he asked
Fred quietly.
Fred smirking.
“The first time- ah- for a bit- God
George!-
but then it feels- soooo good…”
Harry gasped when Fred’s hand
started moving again, this time at a much faster pace. He arched toward him,
moaning wantonly, but was muffled by Fred’s lips. Several hours later, after a
few more varying scenarios, they lie sated beneath the covers when Fred
suddenly turned to Harry.
“How familiar are you with oral?”
Harry nearly choked on his own
tongue. “Wha- why?”
“Because it occurs to me that we
didn’t cover it tonight,” Fred answered, “And it should definitely be on the
curriculum.”
George laughed. “You’re taking
this education thing a little too seriously! Besides, he’s only kissed to girls
before. How familiar do you think he
is?”
“Oh, right! Tomorrow then…” Fred
said.
“Harry…” George said, “I’m
assuming you only want this to- prepare you for Snape?”
He blushed. “Yeah… sorry…”
“No! It’s perfectly alright. We
understand,” George said, smiling, “We only wanted to be…”
“Friends with
benefits!” Fred supplied.
“Yes…” George said, rolling his
eyes good-naturedly at his twin, “Anyway, can I also assume that you’re saving
the ‘main event’ for our beloved Potions Master?”
Harry nodded, his blush deepening.
‘That’s the same thing Hermione said!’
“Why do you ask?”
“Just want to know my boundaries,”
George answered.
“Oh… okay…” Harry yawned.
Fred kissed him lightly. “You can
just sleep here, if you like.”
“You sure?”
Harry asked them.
“Yeah.
I’m betting you don’t want to move much. Probably a bit exhausted…” George
said, grinning.
“A bit…” Harry murmured before
drifting off to sleep.
~I~
Chapter One! Finished! Huzzah! I
know that having the horcruxes done in such a short
amount of time is HIGHLY IMPROBABLE (*cough* impossible), but I hate doing AU
stories… so that’s as HBP compliant as this story is going to get. Lol.
P.S. This is the end of the
Harry/Twins portion of the story. There are a few kisses in the middle, and
some insinuation, but I don’t believe that there will be any more of THAT.
Although… who knows? My plans frequently change mid-story… Review now!!!!
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