Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
137,488
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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.
chapter 3
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 3
Disclaimer: Not mine, those characters you recognize. Mine, the new and odd.
The mist rose up, a thin, rose tinted line meandering up into the air. The witch bent down over the smoky mist, inhaling as the hair and blood boiled in the beaker of polyjuice. Blood-polyjuice. It was perfect. The best. She could be what she deserved to be. Have the power she deserved. It pleased her. It had taken so long. But now it was hers.
She drank from the lifted, bubbling brew, draining the beaker dry. It slid down her throat like something solid, no longer liquid, congealing even as she hurried to bolt it down. It passed down her throat, a gelid mass, bitter, foul, but as the only means to her end, it tasted sweet to her. She gulped it before it could choke her. Like swallowing a mass of rancid liver, it slipped at last into her stomach. She gasped for air.
Ah. Yes. It was the same as the last time. The creeping heat moving through her limbs. Her heart, her lungs. Through her whole body. She fought the urge to claw at her skin, to ease the overwhelming itch of the shift from her to HIM. She reveled in the feeling of her body changing so profoundly. She gasped, feeling her genitals morphing, becoming male. No longer female. Extending out. No longer the bearer of life, but the giver. She grinned through the nauseating spin of the shift. It was GOOD.
Very slowly her face changed. From one breath to the next.
Inhale, and she stood taller. Her head raised in proud bearing.
Inhale, and she stood broader. Muscles swelling over her frame, flesh rippling like magical dough rising.
Inhale, and her face changed, the bones shifting, lifting and moving, becoming passionate, handsome, fierce. Him, she was becoming HIM. Her elation was a living thing.
Inhale, and her hair lengthened, lightened. Spilled down her back in a thick, silver, blond wave.
Inhale, and her eyes went hotter, paler. A blue grey that was so clear as to be the color of water.
Inhale, and she became the one who\'s hair and blood she stirred into her potion and drank. The pale skinned leopard king.
Inhale, and she could walk the earth as the powerful creature she should have been all along. As the chanting in her head faded, for one short hour she was him. She/he was, HIM, again.
Inhale. Inhale. Inhale. And a solid, living man-beast stood where once a woman two centuries ignored had been. She/he stretched her/his stiff neck, shook off the languor. Time to hunt.
To watch.
She/he looked around, seeing the world through eyes still alive. Saw the trees, the buildings, the people filing in and out, gathering in groups. She/he was in the outer yard at Hogwarts, creeping along, hidden. She/he was a predator now. She/he could stalk her prey.
To hear.
Her ears flicked forward, picked up the shuffle of distracted steps, of someone walking and not aware, of the perfect prey as they concentrated on other things, not on safety. This was Hogwarts. The prey believed it was safe. She/he smiled baring long, gleaming fangs.
To scent.
A boy. Too young. She/he fought against the disappointment. Because just beyond, a few steps further was the perfect one. A girl. Older than the boy. And alone. She smelled good, ripe, right. The predator crept nearer. Anticipation quivering through her/his perfect feline body.
To touch.
She/he leaped. The girl went down, with only whoosh of air leaving her lungs, no cry, as the predators mouth fastened on her throat, stopping any sound. So easy. The hunter growled with joy, with the success of the hunt. Now came the best, as she/he weighed down the prey with her/his big, heavy body.
To taste.
That was the one thing she/he needed most. To taste. The blood. The flesh. The fear. She/he sank her fangs in deep. And she fed on it all. The flesh, the blood, and most wonderfully the fear, as her/his teeth tore into the prey.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, those characters you recognize. Mine, the new and odd.
The mist rose up, a thin, rose tinted line meandering up into the air. The witch bent down over the smoky mist, inhaling as the hair and blood boiled in the beaker of polyjuice. Blood-polyjuice. It was perfect. The best. She could be what she deserved to be. Have the power she deserved. It pleased her. It had taken so long. But now it was hers.
She drank from the lifted, bubbling brew, draining the beaker dry. It slid down her throat like something solid, no longer liquid, congealing even as she hurried to bolt it down. It passed down her throat, a gelid mass, bitter, foul, but as the only means to her end, it tasted sweet to her. She gulped it before it could choke her. Like swallowing a mass of rancid liver, it slipped at last into her stomach. She gasped for air.
Ah. Yes. It was the same as the last time. The creeping heat moving through her limbs. Her heart, her lungs. Through her whole body. She fought the urge to claw at her skin, to ease the overwhelming itch of the shift from her to HIM. She reveled in the feeling of her body changing so profoundly. She gasped, feeling her genitals morphing, becoming male. No longer female. Extending out. No longer the bearer of life, but the giver. She grinned through the nauseating spin of the shift. It was GOOD.
Very slowly her face changed. From one breath to the next.
Inhale, and she stood taller. Her head raised in proud bearing.
Inhale, and she stood broader. Muscles swelling over her frame, flesh rippling like magical dough rising.
Inhale, and her face changed, the bones shifting, lifting and moving, becoming passionate, handsome, fierce. Him, she was becoming HIM. Her elation was a living thing.
Inhale, and her hair lengthened, lightened. Spilled down her back in a thick, silver, blond wave.
Inhale, and her eyes went hotter, paler. A blue grey that was so clear as to be the color of water.
Inhale, and she became the one who\'s hair and blood she stirred into her potion and drank. The pale skinned leopard king.
Inhale, and she could walk the earth as the powerful creature she should have been all along. As the chanting in her head faded, for one short hour she was him. She/he was, HIM, again.
Inhale. Inhale. Inhale. And a solid, living man-beast stood where once a woman two centuries ignored had been. She/he stretched her/his stiff neck, shook off the languor. Time to hunt.
To watch.
She/he looked around, seeing the world through eyes still alive. Saw the trees, the buildings, the people filing in and out, gathering in groups. She/he was in the outer yard at Hogwarts, creeping along, hidden. She/he was a predator now. She/he could stalk her prey.
To hear.
Her ears flicked forward, picked up the shuffle of distracted steps, of someone walking and not aware, of the perfect prey as they concentrated on other things, not on safety. This was Hogwarts. The prey believed it was safe. She/he smiled baring long, gleaming fangs.
To scent.
A boy. Too young. She/he fought against the disappointment. Because just beyond, a few steps further was the perfect one. A girl. Older than the boy. And alone. She smelled good, ripe, right. The predator crept nearer. Anticipation quivering through her/his perfect feline body.
To touch.
She/he leaped. The girl went down, with only whoosh of air leaving her lungs, no cry, as the predators mouth fastened on her throat, stopping any sound. So easy. The hunter growled with joy, with the success of the hunt. Now came the best, as she/he weighed down the prey with her/his big, heavy body.
To taste.
That was the one thing she/he needed most. To taste. The blood. The flesh. The fear. She/he sank her fangs in deep. And she fed on it all. The flesh, the blood, and most wonderfully the fear, as her/his teeth tore into the prey.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com