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Chameleon's Song	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 132343 -:- 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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Chameleon’s Song

Creature fic. Tired of Submissive Harry. Multiple pairings. Harry comes into his inheritance in his seventh year, but his creature is a rare one. Why are all the students at Hogwarts acting so strangely toward him?

Set in seventh year, Harry is turning seventeen, and about to discover his parents most kept secret. He has a mixed background that will alter his future.

This is an AU story, set in a version of the story where Cedric tripped, so didn’t touch the Tri-wizard’s cup. Dumbledore didn’t die and neither did Sirius. Voldemort has returned, but did not go after the prophecy and Harry has mastered Occlumency, with Snape’s reluctant help. The Dark Lord has been conquered during the summer of sixth year, he did not set the task for Draco but for Pansy Parkinson. She failed, of course, and Dumbledore is still alive and well, because of a potion that Hermione discovers.

Anything else, I’ll try to warn about.

There are multiple pairings, which I will post at the time that I update.

Chameleon’s Song

Prologue: Happy Seventeenth Birthday, Harry

            By the glow of his wand, Harry sat in Dudley’s second bedroom looking down at the pile of presents scattered across his bed by the various owls that had migrated through the broken bars of his window. He was dumbstruck by how many of his friends had remembered him this year.

            There were cards, letters and packages of many shapes and sizes. He was held back from opening anything by the indecision of what to choose first. He closed his eyes and reached out, grabbing the first thing his fingers touched. It was a large wrapped rectangle shaped somewhat like a book and his first assumption was that it must be from Hermione. He pulled free the card and read it quickly.

            Harry,

            Your parents would have been so proud of you and, if they had been here today, they would have been able to share the information that you needed. In their stead, I can only give you this gift to help you understand.

                        Love, Remus Lupin

Harry looked at the back of the note, his brows furrowed in confusion, but that was all that Remus had written. He put it aside and tore the wrappings off of the present.

            The book, for it was a book, was a thick tome with yellowed pages and a weathered brown leather cover that was called Magical Beasts and Their Mating Habits, by Aston Devlin. Harry flipped it open and scanned a few pages. “How odd.” He said closing it and putting it aside. He would read it later, when he’d checked out all of his other presents.

            Hermione had sent him a book that outlined ways to dramatically improve your potions skills. It reminded Harry of the books he’d seen at a muggle book store “It should be called Potions For Dummies.” He mused. Harry chuckled to himself, the joke he and Hermione shared ever since he’d managed to discover his inner potions master, last year when he’d read the complete set of notes in the Half-blood Prince’s book.

            Ron’s gift was more practical, a pound of Honeyduke’s Chocolate, and Neville had sent him a case of butterbeers. Seamus and Dean had sent him a pair of dragonhyde boots and the Patil’s gave him three magnificent new shirts, in the style of their homeland.

            Sirius had gotten him new dress robes and Hagrid had baked him another cake, still misspelling the words he’d written on it. Ginny had helped her mother knit him a new jumper, in deep burgundy.

            There were cards and letters from many of the other students and the teachers at the castle, but the letter that surprised him the most, was from the ministry and it told him that he was no longer held under the underage wizard’s trace and could travel as he wished and do what magic he saw fit, provided he was careful about being seen by muggles.

            It was liberating to be free and able to act like a proper wizard, so he retrieved his wand and waved it at the locks on the door, snapping them open and hurrying to take a shower and get cleaned up. When he returned, it was with his trunk from the locked cupboard under the stairs, and his firebolt. He quickly packed up his presents, cards and school supplies,

            He closed the trunk and placed Hedwig’s Cage on top, levitating it and floating it down the stairs. He carried his broom, his cloak and his bag of wizard’s money as he exited his aunt and uncle’s house and walked out into the cool night air. At the curb, he put down his trunk and thrust out his wand hand.

            A squeak and honk of the knight bus horn warned him to step back before his toes were in jeopardy and the large purple bus screeched to a halt in front of him. Stan Shunpike stepped down and looked him over, his brows furrowed. “You’ve ridden the bus before, ain't ya?” he asked.

            “Yeah.” Harry said sourly, pushing past Stan with Hedwig and choosing a bed to sit on. “The Weasley Burrow, near Ottery St. Catchpole.” He told Stan as the older boy dropped Harry’s trunk and took his place.

            “You heard him Ern, Weasley Burrow.” And the bus was off.

            The knight bus rolled up to the edge of the property, where the gate hung on loose hinges, and Harry climbed off. Stan dropped his trunk and returned to his station, wishing him a good day and extending the usual offer to take a stranded wizard anywhere they needed to go, with the simple direction of popping out one’s wand hand. Harry thanked him and turned away, lifting the handle on his trunk and pulling it along, dragging the broom in his other hand, while Hedwig’s cage sat dangerously on the top of the luggage. He walked briskly up to the door and knocked soundly on it, jumping when the door flew open and Charlie Weasley grabbed him, hugged him and told him to keep hush, as the rest of the family was still asleep.

            Harry asked him, “How’d ya know I was coming?” and Charlie shrugged.

            “Didn’t. Just saw you coming down the walk and decided that you likely needed some space if you showed up here, this late at night, on your birthday.”

             Harry chuckled and thanked Charlie, then followed the second Weasley son up to his room, where he was offered the use of his bed for the duration of his stay. Harry thanked him again and proceeded to drop onto said bed and go directly to sleep.

             The next day would come quickly enough, and he really did need some sleep.

AN: This is a new story, just started it this last week. Hope it meets expectations.

There will be other warnings, that I may have to add to the summary as I put them in.

Suggestions are taken, but I reserve the right to keep this going in the direction that I intended.

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