Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,514
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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chapter 25
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 25
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Lucius had a split second to react as the spitting, snarling beast pushed off of big Yaji, leaving fresh furrows in the guard\'s thighs, and launched itself at the king. He caught the clawed creature with utmost care, knowing he had to support it carefully and quickly if he didn\'t want claws anchoring into his flesh for balance.
One hand went down to catch the frantic kitten\'s hips, providing sturdy, unflinching support, the other went up around the feline shoulders. The cat\'s huge paws wrapped around the caps of the king\'s shoulders. Lucius cradled the kitten to his body, tight but not tight enough to scare the young-ling, feeling the prick of extended claws, but no digging in deep, as the kitten felt secure without it.
Gently, Lucius held the kitten. Harry. Lucius glared over the were-cat\'s body at his son and the two body-guards. Mantheer still had both hands on Draco\'s bare biceps, towering menacing and protectively behind the naked young man. Yaji stood slightly apart, blood running down his wet body in thick runnels. Draco was staring at the wounds in horror, and trying to go to Yaji. Mantheer held firm.
\"Explanations? Anyone?\" Lucius asked, his voice soft and comforting, while his eyes sparked his enormous displeasure. The kitten rubbed it\'s cheek along his own. He returned the gesture, he felt a cold, moist nose push into the curve of his throat. He waited for one of the others in the room to speak.
\"They thought Harry was going to hurt me.\" Draco volunteered, attempting to pry Mantheer\'s hands off. Wriggling. \"Mani! Let me go!\"
The big man ignored him, jerking his head at the bleeding man. Yaji moved nearer, near enough Draco could touch him. Draco stopped trying to get free, assessing the wounds he could now reach.
\"Why would they think that?\" Lucius asked mildly, returning the nuzzling the kitten was giving him.
\"I...I told Harry something. It surprised him. He reacted badly. He yelled. But, he wasn\'t going to hurt me.\" Draco explained absently.
\"What was it that you told him?\" Lucius asked more pointedly, with the faintest hint of sharpness in the tone. Draco was distracted by that, looking up. Biting his lip.
\"Father...I...\" This was not the time or place he wanted to talk to his father about his decision. He wanted to be some where private, and quiet. He wanted Lucius to take him seriously, not see this as part of just another crisis to manage.
\"Spit it out, Draco. I have had enough for today.\" Lucius said. His eyes were silver slits. The kitten was licking his face now, enthusiastic strokes, and Draco, even across the room heard the purr. His father\'s muscles bunched, holding the kitten close, leaning into the wet lapping caresses.
\"I have decided to bear the pride\'s next heir.\" Draco said, suddenly calm. His voice was resolute. He straightened up, Mantheer\'s hands going rigidly still on him. Yaji stayed where he was, but he stiffened at the announcement.
\"Oh. You\'ve decided that, have you?\" Was Lucius\' response. Draco was not fooled but the lazy tone. There was going to be a discussion on this. With a capital \'D\'. He was not wrong. Lucius turned and headed out of the bathing room.
\"Follow me,\" he said. And all of them obeyed. Yaji trailing a bloody dribble and red footprints.
Draco entered his father\'s private chambers for the first time since childhood. The king of the pride needed a place that was his, not open to the majority of the pride, and this was it. Where he slept, where he went when he wanted to be alone. Draco wondered, as he looked around curiously, if Mantheer and Yaji had been in here often. He remembered that Harry had said he came here, actually slept here.
Lucius went to the bed, wide and covered in furs. He mounted the bed, carrying the kitten with him, settling them both on top of it. The kitten stretched out luxuriously, it\'s paws flexing, to show long wickedly hooked, ivory claws. It rolled onto it\'s back, gazing with half closed eyes around the room, upside down, pink nose twitching. Lucius actually smiled at the animal, and ran a slow caress up and down the kitten\'s exposed, raven furred belly. It yawned, emerald green eyes closing in pure bliss, purring.
The kitten stretched, a long, shuddering stretch of all four limbs, accompanied by a huffing grunt. Lucius kept up his soothing stroke, and directed his attention to his son, tugging at the were-leopard\'s relaxed tail.
\"Draco.\" He said, alerting the young man that now was the time to explain himself.
\"I have thought of it, the solution to the problem of the heir. I have the blood. I am not lycanthrope, but I am a wizard. With the right potions, I can bear a child for the pride.\" Draco got right to the point. He sensed that his father was not in the mood for pussy-footing around.
\"And just when did you have time to figure this out?\" Lucius murmured, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Harry stirred in his stupor, letting out a quizzical \"rowr\", with a very clear question mark tacked onto the end. He pushed his head up into the hand petting him.
\"Well, I...it just came to me, that it was the answer. Why should it matter how long I\'ve thought about it?\" Draco asserted, defensively. Distracted by the odd sight of his father petting his classmate. \"It is the right thing to do. I know it. The perfect solution. I am the only one of our blood left to have a child. Mother can\'t, you can\'t, and Andromeda is totally out of the question.\"
\"And if your child is resistant to lycanthropy, as are you and your mother?\" Lucius asked as he cuddled the bulky form of his changed Chosen. He favored Draco with a challenging look. As if to tell him this was his one chance to defend himself and his idea.
\"I am young father, I am not limited to just one child or even two.\" The young man replied. and he stopped it there, forbidding himself to spout endless defenses, to sink to uncertainty.
\"A pregnancy is not as easy for a young man as for a young woman, Draco.\" Lucius reminded him. \"You may have only the one chance.\"
\"It is what I am meant to do. I know it.\"Draco insisted. \"I will have the conception witnessed, so there will be no doubt as to the parentage. And I will have Kaithas scanning me, I *will* bear a child who can be turned. My word.\"
\"Your noble sacrifice?\" Lucius questioned, threading his fingers though Harry\'s long, lush, dark fur, up behind his large, mobile, triangular ears. \"You have never been anything but heterosexual. Do you seek absolution for your past? Is it a way of atoning? Life doesn\'t work that way.\"
He sounded tired. Draco grit his teeth stopping the angry rush of words that fought to get out, the words driven to the surface by hurt. By the casual dismissal the question intimated. As much as he\'d endured, his father had endured more.
\"No. Not a sacrifice. I am meant to be a part of the pride. I thought I was to be it\'s heir, it\'s future king. But, that is not possible. What is possible is that I can continue the bloodline of our kings. I can give the pride the heir it needs, with Malfoy blood. And, I can be the Mother of the heir. That is how I am meant to fit in.\" After he said the words, the king, his father looked right at him. At last he nodded.
\"Very well, Draco. Mantheer. Send for Kaithas. We have plans to discuss.\" Lucius then turned his back on the rest of the room and it\'s occupants. He burrowed into the silky fur of his bed companion, inhaling the pleasant, feline musk.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Lucius had a split second to react as the spitting, snarling beast pushed off of big Yaji, leaving fresh furrows in the guard\'s thighs, and launched itself at the king. He caught the clawed creature with utmost care, knowing he had to support it carefully and quickly if he didn\'t want claws anchoring into his flesh for balance.
One hand went down to catch the frantic kitten\'s hips, providing sturdy, unflinching support, the other went up around the feline shoulders. The cat\'s huge paws wrapped around the caps of the king\'s shoulders. Lucius cradled the kitten to his body, tight but not tight enough to scare the young-ling, feeling the prick of extended claws, but no digging in deep, as the kitten felt secure without it.
Gently, Lucius held the kitten. Harry. Lucius glared over the were-cat\'s body at his son and the two body-guards. Mantheer still had both hands on Draco\'s bare biceps, towering menacing and protectively behind the naked young man. Yaji stood slightly apart, blood running down his wet body in thick runnels. Draco was staring at the wounds in horror, and trying to go to Yaji. Mantheer held firm.
\"Explanations? Anyone?\" Lucius asked, his voice soft and comforting, while his eyes sparked his enormous displeasure. The kitten rubbed it\'s cheek along his own. He returned the gesture, he felt a cold, moist nose push into the curve of his throat. He waited for one of the others in the room to speak.
\"They thought Harry was going to hurt me.\" Draco volunteered, attempting to pry Mantheer\'s hands off. Wriggling. \"Mani! Let me go!\"
The big man ignored him, jerking his head at the bleeding man. Yaji moved nearer, near enough Draco could touch him. Draco stopped trying to get free, assessing the wounds he could now reach.
\"Why would they think that?\" Lucius asked mildly, returning the nuzzling the kitten was giving him.
\"I...I told Harry something. It surprised him. He reacted badly. He yelled. But, he wasn\'t going to hurt me.\" Draco explained absently.
\"What was it that you told him?\" Lucius asked more pointedly, with the faintest hint of sharpness in the tone. Draco was distracted by that, looking up. Biting his lip.
\"Father...I...\" This was not the time or place he wanted to talk to his father about his decision. He wanted to be some where private, and quiet. He wanted Lucius to take him seriously, not see this as part of just another crisis to manage.
\"Spit it out, Draco. I have had enough for today.\" Lucius said. His eyes were silver slits. The kitten was licking his face now, enthusiastic strokes, and Draco, even across the room heard the purr. His father\'s muscles bunched, holding the kitten close, leaning into the wet lapping caresses.
\"I have decided to bear the pride\'s next heir.\" Draco said, suddenly calm. His voice was resolute. He straightened up, Mantheer\'s hands going rigidly still on him. Yaji stayed where he was, but he stiffened at the announcement.
\"Oh. You\'ve decided that, have you?\" Was Lucius\' response. Draco was not fooled but the lazy tone. There was going to be a discussion on this. With a capital \'D\'. He was not wrong. Lucius turned and headed out of the bathing room.
\"Follow me,\" he said. And all of them obeyed. Yaji trailing a bloody dribble and red footprints.
Draco entered his father\'s private chambers for the first time since childhood. The king of the pride needed a place that was his, not open to the majority of the pride, and this was it. Where he slept, where he went when he wanted to be alone. Draco wondered, as he looked around curiously, if Mantheer and Yaji had been in here often. He remembered that Harry had said he came here, actually slept here.
Lucius went to the bed, wide and covered in furs. He mounted the bed, carrying the kitten with him, settling them both on top of it. The kitten stretched out luxuriously, it\'s paws flexing, to show long wickedly hooked, ivory claws. It rolled onto it\'s back, gazing with half closed eyes around the room, upside down, pink nose twitching. Lucius actually smiled at the animal, and ran a slow caress up and down the kitten\'s exposed, raven furred belly. It yawned, emerald green eyes closing in pure bliss, purring.
The kitten stretched, a long, shuddering stretch of all four limbs, accompanied by a huffing grunt. Lucius kept up his soothing stroke, and directed his attention to his son, tugging at the were-leopard\'s relaxed tail.
\"Draco.\" He said, alerting the young man that now was the time to explain himself.
\"I have thought of it, the solution to the problem of the heir. I have the blood. I am not lycanthrope, but I am a wizard. With the right potions, I can bear a child for the pride.\" Draco got right to the point. He sensed that his father was not in the mood for pussy-footing around.
\"And just when did you have time to figure this out?\" Lucius murmured, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. Harry stirred in his stupor, letting out a quizzical \"rowr\", with a very clear question mark tacked onto the end. He pushed his head up into the hand petting him.
\"Well, I...it just came to me, that it was the answer. Why should it matter how long I\'ve thought about it?\" Draco asserted, defensively. Distracted by the odd sight of his father petting his classmate. \"It is the right thing to do. I know it. The perfect solution. I am the only one of our blood left to have a child. Mother can\'t, you can\'t, and Andromeda is totally out of the question.\"
\"And if your child is resistant to lycanthropy, as are you and your mother?\" Lucius asked as he cuddled the bulky form of his changed Chosen. He favored Draco with a challenging look. As if to tell him this was his one chance to defend himself and his idea.
\"I am young father, I am not limited to just one child or even two.\" The young man replied. and he stopped it there, forbidding himself to spout endless defenses, to sink to uncertainty.
\"A pregnancy is not as easy for a young man as for a young woman, Draco.\" Lucius reminded him. \"You may have only the one chance.\"
\"It is what I am meant to do. I know it.\"Draco insisted. \"I will have the conception witnessed, so there will be no doubt as to the parentage. And I will have Kaithas scanning me, I *will* bear a child who can be turned. My word.\"
\"Your noble sacrifice?\" Lucius questioned, threading his fingers though Harry\'s long, lush, dark fur, up behind his large, mobile, triangular ears. \"You have never been anything but heterosexual. Do you seek absolution for your past? Is it a way of atoning? Life doesn\'t work that way.\"
He sounded tired. Draco grit his teeth stopping the angry rush of words that fought to get out, the words driven to the surface by hurt. By the casual dismissal the question intimated. As much as he\'d endured, his father had endured more.
\"No. Not a sacrifice. I am meant to be a part of the pride. I thought I was to be it\'s heir, it\'s future king. But, that is not possible. What is possible is that I can continue the bloodline of our kings. I can give the pride the heir it needs, with Malfoy blood. And, I can be the Mother of the heir. That is how I am meant to fit in.\" After he said the words, the king, his father looked right at him. At last he nodded.
\"Very well, Draco. Mantheer. Send for Kaithas. We have plans to discuss.\" Lucius then turned his back on the rest of the room and it\'s occupants. He burrowed into the silky fur of his bed companion, inhaling the pleasant, feline musk.
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