Weremouse
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
42,175
Reviews:
255
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Weremouse
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry is a weremouse. He was infected by a blood transfusion from a pregnant female weremouse. Not many know about this because of glamour; only a select few, such as Dumbledore, Snape and Madam Pomfrey. Due to a Potions accident, he starts changing even more and infects Draco and Snape.
A/N: Yeah this is really short. I just wanted to see if anyone is interested in reading more, and if I should continue with this fic. I'll be editting and changing this chapter later probably.
A/N2: hopefully I've corrected most of the mistakes, but if you see an obvious one tell me. ^.^
A/N 3:This chapter has now been beta'd by the talented cyn. ^.^
Chapter one:
Shape had switched the groups in Advanced Potions class again. Harry had been paired up with Draco this time. Now, while not friends, they finally started getting along. They worked well together, for the most part.
From the corner of his eye, Harry saw an object headed for where his and Draco’s almost completed potion was brewing. His seeker reflexes had him grabbing it just as it touched the potion.
“Potter,” Snape said very cautiously.
“What?”
“Did you just stick your hand in that Potion?” he asked keeping a mild panic from his voice. “I believe I told the class not to allow the unfinished potion to come into contact with your person once it had been started.”
Harry nodded his head. “Everybody out! Now!” Snape said urgently. He had just enough time to throw up a barrier encircling himself, Harry, Draco and the cauldron as the other students ran out the door. Draco hadn’t moved fast enough to leave the area and was trapped. The cauldron began to spew forth a dark red smoke.
Snape saw one or two students lingering at the door, “Evacuate the Dungeons, now! Someone get Madam Pomfrey and warn her that she will soon have three patients.” Snape roared to the remaining students, causing Draco’s eyes widen. The students in the door rushed out as Snape slammed the door shut and performed a locking spell.
“What? No. Let me out!” Draco cried.
“It’s too late, Mr. Malfoy. You’ve already been exposed, and I can’t allow this gas to spread to the rest of the school,” Snape calmly explained.
“But this potion shouldn’t have any effect on anybody. It certainly shouldn’t be doing this, even if Harry stuck his hand in it,” Draco protested.
“Look at Potter’s hand,” Snape said to the blond boy. He looked and saw Harry’s hand was bandaged. “He’s bleeding and unfortunately he carries a viral infection which is spread through blood contact. Presumably that was extra Elwood root headed into your unfinished potion. Those two factors combined with this particular potion cause the blood virus to be spread with a gas. If it had occurred after the last step, then the potion would have been stable and this accident would not have occurred. This is extremely unfortunate for us, and moreso for Potter. If the original host is exposed to the gas, the virus mutates within the host, as well as any other carriers of the same virus.”
“So what is it that I’ve been exposed to?” Draco asked cautiously.
“You won’t be told unless you prove to have been infected. You must understand, this is merely a protection for Potter. No one can know what he is infected with.” By this time the protective bubble was filled with the red gas.
“Can you tell me when he was infected?”
“Harry, would you like to tell him?” Snape looked at the other boy with the question in his eyes.
“You just called him Harry, professor! Why?” Draco questioned
“I should think that obvious. It is his name, isn’t it?” Snape drawled.
“Sir...”
“Mr. Malfoy, he is not only a student, but a friend. That was an extremely personal question, and therefore, I asked in a personal manner.”
“Oh, but I thought you hated him.” Draco looked confused.
“I assure you that I do not. I actually don’t hate any of my students. I just get frustrated when I see that they don’t live up to their potential. Now that that is settled. Harry?”
TBC
Summary: Harry is a weremouse. He was infected by a blood transfusion from a pregnant female weremouse. Not many know about this because of glamour; only a select few, such as Dumbledore, Snape and Madam Pomfrey. Due to a Potions accident, he starts changing even more and infects Draco and Snape.
A/N: Yeah this is really short. I just wanted to see if anyone is interested in reading more, and if I should continue with this fic. I'll be editting and changing this chapter later probably.
A/N2: hopefully I've corrected most of the mistakes, but if you see an obvious one tell me. ^.^
A/N 3:This chapter has now been beta'd by the talented cyn. ^.^
Chapter one:
Shape had switched the groups in Advanced Potions class again. Harry had been paired up with Draco this time. Now, while not friends, they finally started getting along. They worked well together, for the most part.
From the corner of his eye, Harry saw an object headed for where his and Draco’s almost completed potion was brewing. His seeker reflexes had him grabbing it just as it touched the potion.
“Potter,” Snape said very cautiously.
“What?”
“Did you just stick your hand in that Potion?” he asked keeping a mild panic from his voice. “I believe I told the class not to allow the unfinished potion to come into contact with your person once it had been started.”
Harry nodded his head. “Everybody out! Now!” Snape said urgently. He had just enough time to throw up a barrier encircling himself, Harry, Draco and the cauldron as the other students ran out the door. Draco hadn’t moved fast enough to leave the area and was trapped. The cauldron began to spew forth a dark red smoke.
Snape saw one or two students lingering at the door, “Evacuate the Dungeons, now! Someone get Madam Pomfrey and warn her that she will soon have three patients.” Snape roared to the remaining students, causing Draco’s eyes widen. The students in the door rushed out as Snape slammed the door shut and performed a locking spell.
“What? No. Let me out!” Draco cried.
“It’s too late, Mr. Malfoy. You’ve already been exposed, and I can’t allow this gas to spread to the rest of the school,” Snape calmly explained.
“But this potion shouldn’t have any effect on anybody. It certainly shouldn’t be doing this, even if Harry stuck his hand in it,” Draco protested.
“Look at Potter’s hand,” Snape said to the blond boy. He looked and saw Harry’s hand was bandaged. “He’s bleeding and unfortunately he carries a viral infection which is spread through blood contact. Presumably that was extra Elwood root headed into your unfinished potion. Those two factors combined with this particular potion cause the blood virus to be spread with a gas. If it had occurred after the last step, then the potion would have been stable and this accident would not have occurred. This is extremely unfortunate for us, and moreso for Potter. If the original host is exposed to the gas, the virus mutates within the host, as well as any other carriers of the same virus.”
“So what is it that I’ve been exposed to?” Draco asked cautiously.
“You won’t be told unless you prove to have been infected. You must understand, this is merely a protection for Potter. No one can know what he is infected with.” By this time the protective bubble was filled with the red gas.
“Can you tell me when he was infected?”
“Harry, would you like to tell him?” Snape looked at the other boy with the question in his eyes.
“You just called him Harry, professor! Why?” Draco questioned
“I should think that obvious. It is his name, isn’t it?” Snape drawled.
“Sir...”
“Mr. Malfoy, he is not only a student, but a friend. That was an extremely personal question, and therefore, I asked in a personal manner.”
“Oh, but I thought you hated him.” Draco looked confused.
“I assure you that I do not. I actually don’t hate any of my students. I just get frustrated when I see that they don’t live up to their potential. Now that that is settled. Harry?”
TBC