Dangerous Men

Hermione,

Something weird is going on. Logan, also known as wolverine...I see that look! Stop drooling! Logan is a very private person and was willing to tell me his past...if he could remember it in the first place. And Riddick...I know you remember him. He's friendly and more open with me than anyone else except Logan. What in Merlin's and God's name is going on?Can you look it up for me? I would be grateful.

Your favorite Boy Wonder,
Harry

-_-

Two days later:

Harry!

I think I've read about this. Let me look back over those NEWT scores and I'll tell you soon.

Love your sister,
Mione

@_@

Harry sighed. Hermione had heard of it before...That was reassuring. But until then, he had to deal with two men who looked like gods and push those little hormones down and strangle them before he jumped one if not both of of them.

Harry was not a sexual creature but he did experiment...three times in less than one month about four or five years ago. He decided after that that women, other than Hermione, Ginny or Mrs. Weasley, were devil spawn with nothing more than a claim on his, supposedly impressive, genitalia or his, unwanted, fame or his, substantial, bank account...None of that mattered to Harry, so why should it matter to others? Okay, to being impressive down there was just a bonus of sorts for whomever got his attention or heart. So fucking what? That didn't matter half as much as some people thought.

A raven and owl tapped at his window that was in one of the, surprisingly tall, tower rooms with widows over looking the sea itself. The thunderous crashing roar of the water pounding the rocks with intensity was a wild comfort that he just couldn't understand. Maybe he could ask Logan...Or even Riddick for that matter. Both men were feral and wild and everything he had had to deny as he grew up with the Dursley's and then at school. Being an uncontained beast was frowned upon in more ways than one, but the wizarding world would have thrown him in Azkaban without a second thought. Sad thought, that but true.

With a wave of his fingers, the pane opened itself slowly with the two avians taking up a station on a chair back that belonged to the small oak desk in the corner. Sighing, he forced his sore and tired body off the soft comfortable bed with immense reluctance. The spar with Logan and Riddick had been intense and brutal. Enough said.

Hedwig was making hooting laughs and Harry glared at the white bird. “Ha ha, very funny, you mean brat. What if it was you having to spar with those two, hm? Who would be laughing then?” Hedwig tipped off the perch she was laughing so hard and Harry growled at her.

“Bloody pest...Worse than Malfoy...never understand...gonna stuff her like a goose and cook her for dinner...” the dark-haired man grumbled as he hobbled to the chair. Taking both notes quickly, he grunted and hobbled back to the bed.

With stiff fingers, he opened the sealed missive from the raven first.

Potter,

The ministry is wondering where you are. As minister, it is only good for me to tell them...Do you mind? Oh, and Ginny and Neville (as Blaise is still being a total silent git) say hello from their pristine beds in St. Mungo's.

And for some reason a dragon, one Charlie Weasley calls “Norbert”, is scrounging around with an Asian Jade and they are looking for you, apparently. Do you have any idea why? And right now I should say they are making their way to you at that blasted muggle school. Beware. Harry could just see Draco snickering as he wrote that. Then again, it was kind of funny...As long as it wasn't happening to him. Weasley is with them and he hopes to see you soon. Be even more prepared for the crushing hug that that man has up his sleeve. I thought my ribs had cracked! I still have bruises marring the perfection of my skin!

Anyway, I hope this finds you well and sane...Well, not too sane. We wouldn't have a brash and idiotic Gryffindor if you were sane, would we?

Sincerely,
DM

Harry took some paper and a pen from the bedside table and sketched out a quick response. He smiled at it and folded it so the raven could carry it without hindrance. Next he turned the unopened letter over staring at the plain wax seal. He shrugged and ripped it open. He grinned as he read it:

Harry!

Dear Harry, my cub, how are you? I hope the time away from the (annoying and evil) wizard press is good for you. And—here the words were smudged. Two separate hand styles added themselves in.

Harry, brother dear! How does our silent SPAWN? We heard you were in a muggle school...And without our pranks! Brother we must do something!

Yes, of course. This will not do, will it brother?We are sending a standard...And not so standard pack to you by owl post. Be watching!

If I may finish? Just have fun Harry and live a little. Be good cub.

Honorary Godfather,
RL

“SPAWN, my ass. I'll have to remind them where at least a few of their ideas come from. Hmm...” Harry chuckled and felt himself relax. He needed to do something to get back at the twins. With a heart felt groan and protesting muscles, he made his way out the door set of finding Logan or Riddick. He had to have that one question answered before he resigned himself to staying in a school where children weren't magically equipped for this situation...Feral or not so much?

He had asked Moony, but his godfather was clueless...for a first time. Hermione had to be consulted and let in on his secret and she had done wonders in research. And none of it had been good. Then again, werewolves weren't classified as human but more dark magical creature. That wasn't a fair view given the fact that Moony was a better man than most wizards or muggles.

Padding barefoot through the halls looking for one man was not that difficult unless you were navigating a mausoleum style school while trying to avoid all children that lived in on-site dorms. Harry sighed. This day wasn't half over and already he wanted to go hide and sleep or practice. Not a good start.

(-).-

Logan fingered the black eye as it healed quickly. Obviously, one of the new recruits was getting his panties in a twist over something and had to take it out on him in training. The little upstart was about to get his ass handed to him now.

“Jarred Blaithe, got your ass back on my mat and lets settle your little anger management problem, hm?” The bright red hair and obsidian eyes blazed separately against sun darkened skin. His temper was as hot as his ability to control fire.

“Why the fuck should I?”

Logan's eyes narrowed on the shorter and less compact male before him. This little piece of shit was challenging his authority and that was just not going to go down well. Grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him up to eye level, Logan leveled his worst glare at the suddenly trembling youth. “Because I can take a hit and you can't, you brat. First stance and try and knock me down. I'm gonna fight dirty so try and keep up,” he growled.

“Hey, Logan! Wha—Oh, um, never mind I'll come back later...” Harry twitched as he became the center of attention. Logan smiled wanly at the dark man and gestured him in.

“Watch. Ya might learn and thing or three from this little spar.”

Harry leaned in the door farther and just shook his head. “If you fight the kid, you'll near kill him! He can't regenerate like you, ya know. Let me beat him up with you watching so I can get over the fact that I'm too stiff to walk.” The grin on his face said that he had more up his sleeve but Logan would have to watch to figure out what it could be.

He sighed and settled comfortably at the edge of the thick blue mat. “Go ahead,” he near growled in mock anger and Harry walked in. He was shorter than Jarred by a few inches, his hair trying to make up a few more inches of height. Reaching down to take off his shoes and socks, his loose pants rolled to the floor. With a growl, Harry rolled the pants up and set a temporary sticking charm on them. The large loose shirt he wore was already rolled up at he sleeves and his glasses were removed. Handing his things to Logan, he tried to stretch the screaming muscles, the groans of pain making a few people laugh or smile. Jarred smirked. This would be so easy...

Logan watched as Harry stood on the mat and circled the other boy like a cat would. Jarred turned to keep him in sight at all times, his reflexes good and deliberate. Suddenly Harry was right inside Jarred's guard, his fist swinging up with his body behind it. Jarred ducked and returned the strike, his blow glancing off Harry's shoulder and he twisted to lessen the impact. Jarred's other fist was heading up already and Harry jumped back, his feet finding purchase in the almost smooth mat.

He stalked his target, Harry thinking less like a human and more like his beast. Time to prove leadership, but no death. That wouldn't be honorable to the weaker victim. He smelled sweat, anger, lust, and hate. Sweat and anger poured off the boy in front of him, his eyes almost completely blackening over the whites. Lust, too was coming from him when his eyes strayed to the elusive being out of Harry's sight. The hate was a mutual dislike of each other so that scent was canceled out easily.

Harry backed the boy around, his head facing the direction in which Jarred's interest lay. It was Logan...HIS!

Stalking his opponent gracefully, he pounced, struck out with curved fingers searching for the soft underbelly. The other one moved too fast for the full strike to land, but the yell was enough of an encouragement to spur him on faster, stronger. Pulling on his own body to respond faster, he pushed the limits of the other, his fists centered and fast, hitting vital areas and he beat the competitor down. His beast roared distantly in his head and he barely held back a killing blow to the larynx, cupping the others throat instead and breathing himself into being, trying to right his thoughts and push the oppressive beast back down.

“Stand down,” he hissed.

Jarred was shaking from his imprisoned state, fearing the wild look in those eyes. He nodded carefully and felt breath rush into his lungs when he was released. Logan was clapping slowly, few following his example.

“That, kids, was a feral attack. If Harry would demonstrate his ability...” Harry sighed and glared daggers at Logan.

“Fine...” he mumbled before letting the panther free of its confines. With little effort he was a ton and a half jungle cat of glistening fur. Logan listened to the appreciative whistles and exclamations of his students and felt himself smile at the familiar green eyes as they glowed a little. With measured strides, the cat was rubbing his face along Logan's leg before Harry plopping in the man's lap much like a dog. Several students laughed and poked fun at their teacher having a lap dog—or in this case, cat.

Even Jarred seemed to come back to himself. “Cool...” Logan and Harry both glared at him and he flinched. “Um, sorry. I've been a little short tempered lately. It's kinda difficult to explain.”

Harry huffed in the “No Shit” sense and Logan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing while rubbing the thick fur between his fingers. “Well, class, dismissed for the day. Go on to your other classes.” Jarred started to rise and Logan grabbed his shirt to pull him down again. “You, sit, stay, don't move. Got me?”

Jarred stared at the mat and picked at his shirt with intense concentration. When the last student left, Harry jumped over to the door and breathed on it. Logan was about to say something when a tingle flew up his spine. Oh, the kid had used magic.

Jarred stared at the floor a little harder when Harry came back and curled around Logan comfortably. “Something is wrong with my mutation.”

“Hn?”

“I—um, I think—Do I really have to do this?”

“Yes,” Logan barked. Jarred flinched.

“If I gained my powers before I turned into some hormonal teen, would that effect them later?”

Harry shrugged and huffed at Logan. Logan pondered the implications of such a thing and sighed. “It would mean that as you go through your changing process, your powers would fluctuate and or gather more 'umph' behind them.” He shrugged broad shoulders. “Or your powers will wilt away as a chemical part of their makeup is stemmed and allowed to leave the original system without a replacement. I can't tell you.”

The dark head that butted into his hand reminded Logan of another possibility. “Or you could be getting powers of another sort that will eventually meld into your mutant X gene. Take Harry for instance: he's mutant and not so human. You are a mutant and might be the not so human.” Harry batted his head with his paw, harder than the last one back on Riddick's ship. Logan yelped and rounded on the cat. Harry just flicked his tail and licked Logan's face with a sandpaper tongue.

Logan spluttered and Jarred laughed. Logan glared at him and the boy was out of the window closest to them hitting the ground running. Logan turned back on a now human Harry who just smiled.

“I think I found out what feral is...” he grinned goofy-like, his head swimming. Logan was hard pressed to just watch the relaxed look glaze those brilliant eyes a little. Logan suddenly wondered what his eyes would look like glazed over with lust...

Pulling Harry up, he wrapped his hands around the well toned biceps earned through hard and thorough training and wrapped an arm around the man's waist. Looking into the green depths, he inched forward to allow Harry the chance to pull back. The smaller man leaned in and helped Logan on his way, pressing his lips to his chastely. Logan took that as permission and lapped at the seam making Harry gasp at the unexpected sensation. His tongue plunged into that slick warmth that tasted of tea and spices, touching and tasting everything like a man dieing to drink of a sweet nectar. His own mouth tasted of whiskey and sweet Cuban cigars, the smoky and thick taste a pleasure when sipped from the lips.

Harry tried to mold to Logan's taller, more musculature form, fitting well to the thick body in front of him. Logan felt the kid try and suck his tongue into his own mouth and smiled. He retaliated by nibbling his way down Harry's neck, sucking a little here and there but not hard enough to leave a bruise. Harry whined and tilted his head back to allow Logan greater access, whimpering when he bit down on the collar bone. Logan swept the large shirt to the side and sucked on the base of Harry's neck leaving a large bruise there, just hidden enough to save the kid rumors, but where he would have to see it every time he looked in a mirror.

When he stopped his ministrations, Harry growled entirely too much like his panther persona. Logan was about to pull back but the small man wrapped his arms around his neck and licked a trail up to his mouth, taking his mouth in a hungry kiss. Logan was stunned temporarily before trying to keep from loosing his cool. If he didn't know better, he would say that Harry was a virgin and in heat...But male cats don't go into heat and he was no virgin with the way his hips ground into Logan's. The rolling thrusts on his thigh made him growl low in his chest and bare his teeth in silent challenge.

He took those swollen lips in his own and bit down hard enough to assert his dominance making Harry go pliant and lose his almost too aggressive stance with the other man. Logan's hands gripped Harry's ass and held him still so he could ground his own hips into the smaller man's making them both burn up. Harry fought his hips free and thrust harder against Logan. Damn it, he was so fucking good...

The sudden noise of thunder tore them apart. Harry stared at him with eyes thick and sexy, glazed with passion. He looked too fucking sexy. Just as Logan was reaching for him, the thunder returned...coming from the door? Logan cursed loud and long, the thunderous knocks quieting when his voice reached the other side of the door. The sound of scattering students made him want to laugh as he studied the young man in front of him.

Logan tilted Harry's face to his and gently kissed his lips without pressure. “Mine...”

Harry blinked slowly, his eyes focusing by will alone. When he could think, he blushed and bolted for the door, his previous plans forgotten for the time being.

>_<

I was bored...I couldn't kill the little piss ants running around and I couldn't leave the school. Who knows what would happen—not that I care.

If I had to stay here, I was going to do something...Preferably something violent so I could burn some steam. But you know that saying: “The best laid plans” and all that shit? Yeah, this is like that. And because of one Harry James Potter...Green Eyes...

I could smell him long before he got to me. Why? Do you know what pheromones are? They are a chemical that beasts, man or animal, release that give a signal. Right then I was getting a mixed message: “Help me” vs “Fuck me hard”... Tough decision. Not.

Time to see where this little vixen will go. I wouldn't want to broadcast that I can smell him, it might put him off—of what I'm not sure, but that didn't matter. You know, that little half thought should have tipped me that something I wouldn't like was going to happen. Listening to my baser instincts, I live. Listening to something else when those are trying to scream have cost me two people, one that I regret more than I'll ever say.

He's so silent I have to use my senses to know where he is when I can't see him. He's almost feral...That cat of his must have come out to play. I think it's unfair to say that I'm not jealous. I want something like that to fall back on within my own body. You know, extra protection. People would say that it's overkill—I think I'll stick with too much rather than not enough. Kill first, kill quick, ask questions later...It's saved my life more times than I can count.

Tracking Harry through the school was simple really, he hadn't even tried to hide his scent. Then again, he probably didn't know he was giving off a scent...That's a thought.

I knew this would eventually happen, him finding me following him, but I hadn't bargained on his next move. If I didn't know better, I would say this boy was more experienced in war than I am. The fact that he turned that quickly and jumped that smoothly said he had done this before. The tackle I received that brought me down said I was getting slow. The aroused body pressed to mine said I need to get laid when mine responded that fiercely. Fuck, but I wanted to pin him to the floor and fuck him through the wood.

“Riddick, something is wrong with me,” he purred. “I can't stop it...Fuck!”

I knew what was going on, at least a little bit. He was aroused, had been abstinent for far too long, and his cat was too close to the surface to ignore that burning fire. And, if Riddick wasn't mistaken, Harry was starting to look for a mate. That pheromone was starting to cloud my mind and that wasn't good. If I didn't do something now, we would be fucking like rabbits in the hall with students only on the other side of the door. Not my cup of tea.

“Harry, we need to get out of the hall.”

“Riddick...”

That voice was really not helping. “Harry, get us somewhere now before you end up regretting this.”

His glazed eyes stared into mine, lust clouding his vision and mind. “Yes...Somewhere...now,” he growled and that spine tingling ruffle of ancient magic surged. I blinked and when I looked around, I wasn't in the hall...or even in the school. The smell was all wrong.

Harry, he was still on top of me. His squirming was distracting me...And since we weren't in the school, I felt justified in what I did next.

I rolled us until I was on top, his eyes glowing bright in my vision. I had to pin him with my body to keep him from trying to roll us back over. I was trying to make sure that if this did happen—if it happened, I was going to be in charge. I wasn't going to be submissive...Its not in my nature.

I hold him still and he tries to bite me. So I kissed him, put his mouth to good use. He sucked my tongue in his mouth, making me want to eat him from the inside out. Fuck, he was delicious...And not only him. I tasted another in that luscious mouth. Another with a spice that was just as wild and dangerous as the one under me. Logan.

I growled, my chest rubbling with tension. I wanted to mark Harry, mine. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting. I ground my hips into his, his legs opening around my waist. How he got those free, I'm not sure, but I'm not complaining. His groin was pressed to mine tightly allowing me to feel just how aroused he was.

I pumped my hips into his, the rhythm stilted and fast. I slowed us down, setting the tempo and calming him down. We pulled back so we could breathe, his mouth gasping for air. I loved that look as he arched into the thrusts time and again. I reached a hand down to his pants where they buttoned, slipping a finger into his waistband. The button came away easily, his zipper coming down quickly.

There was no other fabric to hinder my touch, grasping the stiff flesh in my hand. He jerked and moaned at my touch, his back arching so far his chest pressed into mine. I loved that sound. I licked his neck, his taste just as delicious as his mouth. His neck was bared to me and I loved that. His tender throat that I could cut or rip out with my bare hands under my mouth as I nipped my way down to his collar bone, sucking on small patches of skin.

The neck of the shirt came away easily under my hands and I felt my body stiffen. Someone else touched mine and left a mark...I made my own on the other side of his neck. A challenge for this vixen's body. My teeth made indentions in his skin, blood filling the grooves. He screamed into my shoulder, his body bucking into mine. I liked that reaction. I made my way up his neck and bit him again, convulsions wracking his body as he came, spurting onto his own stomach and I caught some on my hand.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, tasting his seed as he watched. His eyes darkened even farther, his breath just as ragged. His eyes widened when he felt how aroused I still was, but he didn't run, I'll give him that. His fear was there, even if he hid it well, but he smelled excited, determined, and still aroused...I think I liked that combination. It made his scent spicier, thicker, more tangible.

His hand shook as he reached down my body to my belt, the fingers flowing fluidly beneath my pants to touch nothing but flesh. I don't wear anything but my pants. Anything else is useless and hinders my movement. I can't have that.

My belt and buttons were undone almost too quickly...He had used magic, that scent thick again. Tentative fingers gripped me, not even circling my heated flesh completely. “Have you ever done this before, Green Eyes?”

He shook his head in the negative. He seemed terrified that I knew that he was a novice. Seems there's more than meets the eye here.

Harry, my vixen nearly bolted then, but I still held his body under mine. “Whoa, where are ya goin, Green Eyes?”

“I—I...um, I don't know what to do...” he whispered into my neck as he tried to hide his face. He was so fucking naïve and innocent sometimes it made me want to protect him. I don't have those type of urges. At least, until now.

“Do what feels right. I'll tell you if I don't like it, little one.”

He nodded even as his hands moved back to their previous position, around my cock as he stroked slowly. I growled and he stopped. My thrusting hips had him moving again, his grip tighter and a little more sure as he pumped my flesh. A thumb swept across the tip and I arched hard into the next stroke.

Harry pulled a fast one on me. He flipped us, sitting on my hips as his hands let go to settle on my chest. I hadn't noticed that his pants had fallen that low, barely covering his thighs as he straddled me. My cock was nestled between soft thighs and round globes. His ass was like silk in my hands as I held him.

“Fuck me, Riddick. I—I need...”

“What do you need, Harry?”

“I don't know...” he whispered. “Please, help me.”

“What do you want, Green Eyes?”

“For you to—to fuck me...”

My hand again dipped into his seed coating my fingers throughly. I wouldn't want to hurt him and taking him dry would fucking hurt like a sonuvabitch. Being raped will teach ya a lot about that. He never finished and it never happened again.

I fit the first digit of my finger inside and waited for him to relax. He breathed slowly trying to ride out the pain. I pulled him down with my free hand and attacked his mouth, tasting that unique double taste he had. The mingled taste of Harry and Logan, I was beginning to become addicted to it.

My finger slid in when he relaxed suddenly. I pumped it slowly until he thrust back into my hand. I fitted another finger in and he tensed some before forcing himself to relax. I pumped my hand faster, scissoring to stretch him even farther and rotated slightly. I guess I hit something because he broke our kiss to scream, a sound that I wanted more of. I tried to find that spot again, and when I did, Harry arched above me, his eyes closing as his mouth opened on a silent wail. There, to the front, not two inches inside. I found it...

I decided it was time to finish this...I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. I moved my hand and positioned myself, his whimper of discontent making me smile. I pushed in slowly, aiming for that one spot. He tensed under my hands, his teeth gritted at the sting of the stretching. I stroked his returning erection, distracting him with another sensation. My hand pulled his mouth to mine as I ravaged his tongue, sucking and pulling it in with my own. I was seated to the hilt before he relaxed. He was so fucking tight I had trouble breathing for a minute.

I waited to move until he did, my consideration for his well-being coming out for all of ten seconds. I shoved it aside and pulled out, hissing with the delicious feeling of his body gripping mine. He arched back, his body open to my perusal. I pushed back in, adjusting his hips as I did so. My length rubbed all along that one spot and he trembled, his voice keening in pleasure. More, I wanted more of those sounds.

I started a slow rocking. Harry, my impatient vixen...he sped up his thrusts, asking, begging for more almost wordlessly with his body.

“Riddick...more...” he breathed. I tightened my grip on those slim hips and pumped harder, stronger. He whimpered and his hands landed on my chest so he could hold himself up with shaking limbs. That look was so fucking hot...

Sweat dripped down my face as I went faster, harder into my vixen's body. He rode me, crying out with every well angled thrust. I gripped his cock and jerked him in time to my thrusts and he screamed as he came, his arms failing him as he fell into my chest and his sticky mess. He looked at me, his glazed eyes staring with intent. He pushed up just enough to turn his head into my neck and I let him.

I hadn't expected Harry to bite me, mark me just as thoroughly as I had him. I smelt blood and the pain registered as I came with a shout. I actually trembled with the force of my release. Fuck...

We lay where we were and tried to catch our breath. I was exhausted and I knew some hoodoo shit had happened. I just wasn't up to pursuing that thought.

-_-

Harry lay there in a daze. That had been so fucking fantastic. “Wicked” didn't quite cover the whole “mind-blowing”, “reaching for the stars” fucking he just had. Well, fucking wasn't quite right. He had done that before (even if they had been with women) and this was so much more.

Riddick shifted beneath his weight, a sign that “yes, I should get up” even if he was arguing with “no, I doan wanna!” He groaned as he rolled to the side, the large man rolling with him keeping them connected. “Hmm...we gotta do that again,” he nearly purred.

Riddick chuckled into his chest. “I think we might have to wait a few moments before we go again. I'm not going to be able to move for a while.”

Harry laughed at him and just lay there. “I know...uh, I can't move at all.” Then he looked around and nearly groaned. “I know this place. I know this place...”

“Where are we?”

“Um, I really don't think you want to know...” Riddick growled at Harry. “Um, England?”

“What?” Harry shivered at that tone.

“Grimwalde Place, actually. My Godfather left it to me when he...died.” Harry shrugged. “I didn't think it was possible to come in or out by magic other than the 'magic words,'” Harry snorted.

“Magic words, huh?” Riddick's eyebrow went up.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. This place has a secret keeper so finding it usually takes a blood donation now a days.” Harry grinned like a cat. “I upgraded the wards.”

“Fun.”

-_-

Logan grunted when something similar to a ton of bricks slammed into his back. It happened to smell a lot like magic and some kind of unnamed spice...and Riddick. He couldn't mistake that animal smell. It nearly matched the former in strength.

Logan turned around and looked at the rumpled mess at his feet. “Harry?”

Large green eyes, the largest he had ever seen, stared at him. Comprehension was there, but something else was dominating that first one. Lust. Logan had never seen such instant carnal hunger from anyone. And sure as hell not for him. “Harry, are you alright?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah, um, Logan, can I talk to you?”

Logan looked at the kid and barely refrained form nodding, his hormones doing a one-eighty flip turn into a spin. “Why?”

“Logan...” Harry breathed. “Please?”

“Yeah, sure, kid. Whatever you say.”

Logan followed him to an empty classroom, his senses going off. “Something's wrong, kid. What is it?”

Harry breathed out, his hand running nervously through his hair. “Yeah, something is wrong, Logan, but I'm not sure what.” He growled and Logan appreciated his tight control on his temper. “I think the magic is doing something but I'm not sure what. It's made me a fucking nymphomaniac in less than two full days and I need to tell you this because you are one of it's targets. Riddick...he, um, he already knows...” A blush stole across his cheeks and Logan could guess how Riddick already knew.

Harry scratched his neck in irritation and pulled his shirt collar down. Logan saw the other marks, the possessive set on the opposite side of his neck making Logan jealous. His mind went red and he lunged forward. This man was HIS! He wouldn't give him up...but he might share...

That brought Logan to his senses, his mind reeling. Share? Share what? His rights over Harry? What rights were those? Logan's head spun and he realized that Harry was pinned under him, his head in Harry's neck as he growled. Riddick had touched his ma—He was so not finishing that thought.

Logan held himself perfectly still, Harry quiet beneath him. If only the Prof was here. He would fix this fucking shit...Logan breathed in deeply, his chest touching Harry's. “I think you need to tell us what this magic shit entails, little Green Eyes. This is ridiculous.” Logan growled deeply, threateningly at the man under him.

“Um...o-okay, I can do that. Let me just...just get Riddick here—”

“Done here, Green Eyes. And, please, do tell.”

The imposing shadow revealed the somewhat relaxed features of one Richard B. Riddick with his arms crossed over his impressive chest. Logan finally pulled himself away from Harry and jumped into the farthest corner as possible. He crouched there with his fists ready as he felt his very being threatened.

“Um...Well, where's Hermione when you need her? I think—um, I think my magic is trying to manifest...something but I'm not sure what that would be. I wrote Hermione and she said she would get on it right then. I'm waiting for her owl...She said it would take about a week.” Harry ruffled his hair again and paced the length of the room in agitation. “That should be any day now, but you know what that usually means: “As soon as I know what I'm researching, you'll know.” And she will know in the next day or so without fail. I just don't know what's going to happen.”

Riddick chuckled. “So you're as clueless as we are.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Pretty much, though I hate to say it. It's just—What the hell?” Harry's head whipped to the side, his eyes searching for something when they landed on the window. An intense look of concentration came over his features and both of the older men followed his gaze. There was nothing there...Okay, yes there was.

A large...something...with wings apparently. Large leathery wings about the size of a man standing plus some. Dark colored and imposing. All jaws dropped, whether metaphorically or physically really depended on who you where talking about. The bright red hair that just appeared out of no-where made Harry fall over in shock.

“I though that bastard had been joking. That BASTARD! I'll kick his arse when I see him next! CHARLIE! GET YOUR ARSE IN HERE!”

The red headed person popped up and indeed, it was a man. He was tall and stocky with burns all on his arms and where his shorts left his legs bare. He grinned at Harry and gave a cocky salute. Then he fled the scene like Hell was at his heels. Harry took off after him ignoring the apparitions with the leathery wings. He jumped out the window and tackled the man not ten yards from where the window was. Harry was sitting on his back with arms crossed in a defiant tilt.

“Tell me, you arse, what the hell is going on. I have had it with weird shit...And that reminds me, since you are here, I'll ask you a ton of questions. Get ready for the Inquisition, my dear friend.” They heard Charlie groan with resignation and Logan grinned at Riddick.

“I think we are getting some answers,” he chuckled when Harry jumped on the red-head's back making him grunt when he refused to respond.

Riddick grinned back. “I think I found out why I like him so much. Kid's got spirit and makes torture seem a bit more fun.”

“Torture? Heh, I wanna seem him wheedle his way past Storm. That woman is near impossible to get around.”

“That's why I don't have any woman. They're more trouble than they are worth.”

“True. Then again, I think I might want something that's a little different from my usual boat. Maybe a little...permanent. I don't know yet.” Logan sighed.

“You too?”

“Yeah.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I couldn't tell ya, Riddick. I think this is a bit more than what we know how to deal with.”

“I know that. But how do we share that?”

“We try.”

“Not good enough, Logan. I never share and I don't give up what I want.”

Logan shrugged his broad shoulders, his shirt stretching taunt. “Same here, but what about Harry?”

Riddick went silent. What if he had to share? He didn't know if he could do so...especially after having his vixen. Logan waited before letting his thoughts out in the open.

“I think this magic of his is making us do this, but why aren't we fighting against it harder? Are we really that easy to manipulate or is it that this is something we want—need in some way? I know, deep. I feel like some fucking OPRA rerun. This shit is messing with me in more ways than I'm comfortable with...” Logan looked at Riddick, “and if you tell anyone, I'll kill you.” Logan really smiled and Riddick felt compelled to grin at the other man.

“We aren't easy to fuck with, so something really big in the hoodoo shit department is going down. And...I like the kid. He's somethin' else.”

Both men fell silent. There really was only contemplation left to them as they waited for their Harry to finish with the red-headed Charlie. “I can't believe I just said all that shit...” they echoed a few minutes later. The look they sent each other was absolutely hysterical in and of itself.

“I think that hoodoo shit of yours is making us agreeable,” Logan sounded miffed.

“Ditto.”

“CHARLIE WEASLEY, IF YOU DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE, I WILL CALL YOUR MUM!”

Logan started laughing out loud, his sides hurting form the force of his laughter. Riddick snickered quietly, his eyes shining in mirth behind his lens. “No, Harry, please, I can't tell you and my mother will have my head for even refusing to answer. You know that!”

“Exactly.”

“Haaaaaaaarreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Come on, you know I would tell you if I could! But I can't! I'm sorry!” Charlie whined and Harry growled.

“FINE! HERMIONE DONE KNOWS AND SHE'LL TELL ME!”

“But, but, but HARRY!”

“No buts, Charlie. I've always been half blind in the wizarding world and shit keeps blind siding me when I could have done something to stop it to begin with! I've had it with things happening.”

They watched as the young man visibly wilted under the true statement. It was a low blow...They knew it, Charlie knew it, and Harry knew it.

“Damn your hide, Potter!” Charlie growled. “I'm not sure but it sounds like one of those soul bonds. It's not common because there are just too many people in this day and age, but it's not unheard of either. Is it one person?”

Harry hesitated. “Um...no, but both are more alike than different.”

“Really?” Charlie sounded a little less than surprised. “It makes sense with what the twins are hypothesizing.”

“What are they hypothesizing about me now?” Harry stressed the now...This having happened far too often before in his opinion. Regardless of the fact that the twins had been right 99.9% of the time.

“That you,” Charlie pointed at the shorter man that was sitting across from him, “are not just human or wizard. That you are more than that.”

“What the fucking bloody hell are you going on about?”

“You are a chimera. Human, wizard, and little bit more.”

Harry paled. “A—a what?!”

“Chimera, a collage of magical and non magical creatures and beings. Let's say this: Everyone can do magic...Whether it is a big splurge and then gone or spurts that make you a wizard or witch, everyone and everything has it. Then let's say that there is a genetic mutation...What's that look for?”

“You know about genetic mutation?”

“Yes, ya wee poof! As I was saying—”

“I'm n-not a, a...Well, I guess I am, actually. Continue,” Harry sighed into his hands, a grin tugging at his mouth.

“As I was saying...There is a genetic mutation in every human being allowing them, under the right circumstances, to become a different species all together. Usually it's under great stress when the manifestation occurs. Since your magic and stress have been a constant, the chemical that calls on the mutation was called on early, but was never able to fully manifest...Are you following me?”

Harry nodded dazedly.

“Good. Now, because your stress levels are stable and your magic core more-or-less at the semi-permanent level state it is now, your mutation decided to become more apparent. The fact that you are a natural animagus if not a metamorphagus directly, though genetically linked to people with such potential abilities, helps this along. Those wings the twins were going on about would probably be one physical sign. With you, there will probably be more at a later date. And if you are a true chimera,” Charlie really stressed the true, “you'll be classified as a demon...If the ministry had gotten wind of this before Malfoy took over. Thankfully, Fudge is spending the next four years in Azkaban due to a wild drinking binge with such disastrous results.” Here, Charlie grinned a little too menacingly.

“Charlie Weasley, what did you and your brothers do now?”

“Not us, promise, but Ginny really was great. I didn't know her magical core was that big...or that vindictive. Remind me never to piss my little sister off,” he joked. Harry laughed with him, his tension releasing outward, magic spilling over and leaving a neck ruffling scent of that unnamed spice. It seemed as if the school shuddered with him, the very air thinning and filling with comforting simplicity...Something it had been missing for a while now.

It wasn't ten minutes before the door slammed open, a woman with dark skin and pale white hair stood in a swirling vortex of wind. “Logan, Mr. Riddick, what was that?” Ororo demanded as her hair flew around her as her powers manifested themselves in a battle ready form.

“Harry,” they echoed again, looking at the woman for a moment before going back to watching their infatuation. The leathery thing blocked their view and both growled. They were out the window without even looking at Ororo as she trailed them to the window to see what the wing belonged to. They heard he gasp at the draconian vision, their eyes too busy soaking up the dark-haired man.

“Okay, back to my wee little problem: How can I have TWO soul bonds?”

Charlie grinned at his friend. “Harry, you forgot that you have two souls...Something that is unheard of now a days, but wasn't so uncommon before Dumbledore's time. More like with Merlin and all that fluff.”

Harry buried his face in the ground, his flexibility catching all three men off guard. “This is so bloody fucking great!”

“So, when have you been able to bend like taffy, Harry? I could have sworn that you were as stiff as metal for the seven years you were, more-or-less, at school...Unless you found a reason to get limber...” Charlie grinned as his friend glared holes in his chest. “Awe, widdle Harry Potter is blushing!”

“Shut up! And no, I just started becoming a little more flexible when my animagus form started pushing at the surface. It still does because I am in a constant nervous-fidgety state due to the fact that weird shit happens...All the time!” he groused at his friend. “And I have two sets of wings...Explain that!”

“Two?”

“Yeah...The feathery ones the twins saw and these...” his shirt ripped open in the back, large leathery wings of ink black and black-emerald green flexing slightly. “They started showing up after Voldemort was gone. Is this a manifestation of him or is it a darker side effect of the chimera thing?”

Charlie was silent as he paced around Harry, his fingers touching the wings and stretching them to full length. “Both, I think. After Moldy died, and you absorbed part of the soul, your darker side started to manifest itself with no recriminations against it. The fact that both probably melded together gave your cat more reign and produced the true wings of a chimera. The feathery wings are more of a...Eh, I'm not sure. Like a light and dark side, humans, creatures, and all that fall in the other category have them. Yours just happened to take a more literal translation on it...”

Charlie stopped in front of Harry and held out a hand to pull the younger man up. “Try and pull out the feather wings with the leather ones. That might give me a clue...If it can be done, that is.”

“Nuh, uh, no way in hell, Charlie. These hurt like a sonuvabitch without the extra strain on my back. No, hell no, bloody fucking hell no.”

“...Harry, are those bite marks on your neck?”

Harry colored so violently both Logan and Riddick thought he was going to pass out. Logan stepped up wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled the shorter man into his embrace, being careful of the large wings. Riddick stood in front of Harry, protecting him from scrutiny, his back to Charlie as he too put his arms around the trembling youth.

“I would suggest that you stop that line of questions, Mr. Weasley. I would hate to have to dismember you for anything that would happen to Green Eyes,” Riddick calmly stated as he tried to get Harry to calm down. For some reason, the question about his love bites from both men was setting off his fear. Some kind of hoodoo shit was going down.

“Why is the very question about his bites upsetting him?” Logan tried to sound civil, but the growl in his voice wasn't helping too much.

Charlie held up his hands, his face a little paler than before. “I'm guessing that the entire ritual hasn't been finished. That you both—as I am guessing here—have marked him, he's still insecure about whether or not you'll want him. He's not the most stable in the relationship department. Hell, until I took him out and got him pissed drunk, he was a virgin in almost every sense of the word,” he mumbled just loud enough for them to hear.

“What is this ritual?”

“Um, blood exchange and sex...with his partner or partners—both of you—participating together. You two don't have to have sex, but until you both have Harry, he's going to go off the deep end whenever someone mentions his marks. It's bad enough for mortal wizard and human couplings, but to be a magical being of the likes which hasn't been seen on the surface world in years, it is extremely difficult.”

“So all we have to do is have sex with Harry and give him some blood? What the fuck is that shit? Did a vampire make it up?”

Charlie rubbed his chin. “Yeah, one did, but that was because it was closer to a demon manifestation than any human could truly be.”

“So blood, sex, and doing it together...Have we missed anything?”

Charlie shook his head. “I don't know. Hermione, on the other hand, will. Give her another day or two and you'll know more than most pure-bloods do. She's thorough and precise when Harry is in danger.”

Both men nodded and pulled Harry off with them as they left, his body still in its silent shaking. They needed to fix this now...

OH. MY. GOODNESS! 16 pages! Gah...I think I'm becoming addicted to the idea of Riddick and Logan boinking Harry into the mattress...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... If there is anything wrong with this, tell me. I don't have a beta and I'm not the best person to be reading over my own work. I like to mentally add in the words while forgetting to actually do it on the comp.

That sex scene took three four hour sittings to get it right. 12 hours...That is a bit much, but we're talking about RIDDICK HERE! He's not exactly mister mushy. I do mushy very well...SO, if I screwed up, tell me. Ridicule is a good thing when it helps in my endeavors to better myself.