Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,511
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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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.
chapter 22
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 22
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Draco was the first to react constructively, once he got his breathing reasonably under control. He was, after all, used to getting into and out of serious scrapes on a daily basis. He flung out one of his hands, finding Harry\'s and gripping it hard. Then he spoke a word under his breath. Normally he couldn\'t do magic without a wand, but with Potter as back up, that was no problem.
A well of power filled him, almost drowningly full. Merlin! This was why people were so awestruck about Potter! It was incredible, this vast reserve of seething strength. The spell flowed out unrestricted, blazed into existence thrice as strong as Draco had intended. The air snapped, crackled and smoked. The werewolves holding them dropped them like they were live coals, dancing back from the sparks, shaking their smarting digits, sucking the burns into their mouths.
The wolf king growled, fur beginning to flow over his skin. Lucius turned away from the boys, looked and saw the change as it was happening. He took two steps forward and smacked his son and his Chosen to the floor, kneeling on top of them, covering them with his body. He held his hands out, palms facing the wolf.
\"King Tambyn. Stop. These are my son and his friend. They pose no risk to you or to your pack. They are just meddling young-lings.\" Tambyn was in midshift. He glared at Lucius, and then at the youths flattened on the floor. Lastly, he looked at his wolves and their hands, still being licked over. He showed the entire room his dripping fangs.
Lucius crouched lower. He did not want to fight the huge wolf. It would be a fight to the death. King and king. Tambyn had the physical strength, but Lucius had decades more experience. He would probably win, but at a huge cost. He wanted an alliance, not a dead enemy, and a pack left with a brand new king bent on revenge. Needing to prove himself, and his worth.
Behind him Lucius heard the scuffle, a scant millisecond later he scented the shift. Graeme had changed. He heard the snarl, cut off abruptly.
\"Amrys?\" Lucius called. He kept his tone absolutely even. No note of anxiety. Just assurance, confidence. Anything less might provoke Tambyn and his wolves.
\"I have him.\" Amrys assured his king.
\"Yaji. Help Amrys. Do not let Graeme go.\" Lucius ordered. Then he switched his complete attention back to the furry man-wolf Tambyn.
\"Do not let the bitch win. Do not let her see us brought to war.\" Lucius said. The wolf cocked it\'s head consideringly, one heartbeat, two, three....It\'s ebony eyes gleamed.
Then the shaggy head nodded. And the fur receded like a wave, until Tambyn stood, all human again. The scent of wolf was choking in the air. Lucius tried to breathe through his mouth. Graeme roared his distress. Lucius heard Amrys murmuring to the were-cat. Heard Yaji swearing, scented blood.
\"The bitch? Fitting. So, you wouldn\'t have her win? You will let me take the boy?\" Tambyn sounded much calmer, amused at the name. He sat again, wary but willing to relax, give Lucius one more chance.
\"I have no choice, he is yours. Of your seed, of your blood. The pack\'s heir. Not mine.\" Lucius responded cautiously, rising to his feet, remaining standing over the two sprawled youths at his feet. \"If you will give me your solemn word he will be treated well, he is yours without interference from me or mine.\"
\"Of course, I would not seek to harm my own Heir. And the woman? His Mother? What of her?\" The wolf king asked next. The other woman, Electra moved to his side with careful, measured steps her suspicious gaze on the were-leopards.
\"She is yours as well. She has no home with us any longer. She is of no concern to us.\" The pride king responded at once. \"But, I would not forget what she is capable of.\"
\"I will not forget she has betrayed you. As she betrayed me. That she has a gift for it.\" The wolf king returned. He shook the tension out of his massive shoulders, Electra stroking him with her slender hands, leaning her body along his side.
Lucius nodded his acceptance. \"Agreed. Now. I wish to take these...troublesome children back home. And deal with them as they need.\"
Tambyn\'s answer was a toothy grin.
Graeme hissed, pulled out of the room reluctantly, fighting to get at every wolf they passed in the corridor. Finally, Mantheer and Yaji wrestled him up off the floor, carrying him out of the pack\'s lair. They paid special attention to securing his raking claws and snapping fangs.
Draco and Harry walked in the middle of the group, behind the guardians, and in front of Kaithas. Lucius and Amrys brought up the rear.
Harry noticed how Draco hung his head. As if he was thinking, not as if he was frightened of what was next. Harry wondered just what the other young man could find to think about right now. Aside from the punishment they were facing for this idiotic stunt. Shit! He should have known better. He did know better. And he\'d still done it.
Draco stumbled for the third time and Harry grabbed his arm, steadied him.
\"Dra...\" He began. And received a swat across the back of his head from Kaithas. The message abundantly clear. Be quiet.
Silently, he walked next to Draco until they were out of the building.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Draco was the first to react constructively, once he got his breathing reasonably under control. He was, after all, used to getting into and out of serious scrapes on a daily basis. He flung out one of his hands, finding Harry\'s and gripping it hard. Then he spoke a word under his breath. Normally he couldn\'t do magic without a wand, but with Potter as back up, that was no problem.
A well of power filled him, almost drowningly full. Merlin! This was why people were so awestruck about Potter! It was incredible, this vast reserve of seething strength. The spell flowed out unrestricted, blazed into existence thrice as strong as Draco had intended. The air snapped, crackled and smoked. The werewolves holding them dropped them like they were live coals, dancing back from the sparks, shaking their smarting digits, sucking the burns into their mouths.
The wolf king growled, fur beginning to flow over his skin. Lucius turned away from the boys, looked and saw the change as it was happening. He took two steps forward and smacked his son and his Chosen to the floor, kneeling on top of them, covering them with his body. He held his hands out, palms facing the wolf.
\"King Tambyn. Stop. These are my son and his friend. They pose no risk to you or to your pack. They are just meddling young-lings.\" Tambyn was in midshift. He glared at Lucius, and then at the youths flattened on the floor. Lastly, he looked at his wolves and their hands, still being licked over. He showed the entire room his dripping fangs.
Lucius crouched lower. He did not want to fight the huge wolf. It would be a fight to the death. King and king. Tambyn had the physical strength, but Lucius had decades more experience. He would probably win, but at a huge cost. He wanted an alliance, not a dead enemy, and a pack left with a brand new king bent on revenge. Needing to prove himself, and his worth.
Behind him Lucius heard the scuffle, a scant millisecond later he scented the shift. Graeme had changed. He heard the snarl, cut off abruptly.
\"Amrys?\" Lucius called. He kept his tone absolutely even. No note of anxiety. Just assurance, confidence. Anything less might provoke Tambyn and his wolves.
\"I have him.\" Amrys assured his king.
\"Yaji. Help Amrys. Do not let Graeme go.\" Lucius ordered. Then he switched his complete attention back to the furry man-wolf Tambyn.
\"Do not let the bitch win. Do not let her see us brought to war.\" Lucius said. The wolf cocked it\'s head consideringly, one heartbeat, two, three....It\'s ebony eyes gleamed.
Then the shaggy head nodded. And the fur receded like a wave, until Tambyn stood, all human again. The scent of wolf was choking in the air. Lucius tried to breathe through his mouth. Graeme roared his distress. Lucius heard Amrys murmuring to the were-cat. Heard Yaji swearing, scented blood.
\"The bitch? Fitting. So, you wouldn\'t have her win? You will let me take the boy?\" Tambyn sounded much calmer, amused at the name. He sat again, wary but willing to relax, give Lucius one more chance.
\"I have no choice, he is yours. Of your seed, of your blood. The pack\'s heir. Not mine.\" Lucius responded cautiously, rising to his feet, remaining standing over the two sprawled youths at his feet. \"If you will give me your solemn word he will be treated well, he is yours without interference from me or mine.\"
\"Of course, I would not seek to harm my own Heir. And the woman? His Mother? What of her?\" The wolf king asked next. The other woman, Electra moved to his side with careful, measured steps her suspicious gaze on the were-leopards.
\"She is yours as well. She has no home with us any longer. She is of no concern to us.\" The pride king responded at once. \"But, I would not forget what she is capable of.\"
\"I will not forget she has betrayed you. As she betrayed me. That she has a gift for it.\" The wolf king returned. He shook the tension out of his massive shoulders, Electra stroking him with her slender hands, leaning her body along his side.
Lucius nodded his acceptance. \"Agreed. Now. I wish to take these...troublesome children back home. And deal with them as they need.\"
Tambyn\'s answer was a toothy grin.
Graeme hissed, pulled out of the room reluctantly, fighting to get at every wolf they passed in the corridor. Finally, Mantheer and Yaji wrestled him up off the floor, carrying him out of the pack\'s lair. They paid special attention to securing his raking claws and snapping fangs.
Draco and Harry walked in the middle of the group, behind the guardians, and in front of Kaithas. Lucius and Amrys brought up the rear.
Harry noticed how Draco hung his head. As if he was thinking, not as if he was frightened of what was next. Harry wondered just what the other young man could find to think about right now. Aside from the punishment they were facing for this idiotic stunt. Shit! He should have known better. He did know better. And he\'d still done it.
Draco stumbled for the third time and Harry grabbed his arm, steadied him.
\"Dra...\" He began. And received a swat across the back of his head from Kaithas. The message abundantly clear. Be quiet.
Silently, he walked next to Draco until they were out of the building.
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