Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,519
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 30
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 30
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Andromeda prowled her velvet and silk prison. She was furious that the werewolves thought they had a right to hold her here at all. It was utterly ridiculous. She had no obligation to tell the wolf king, she snarled at that appellation, that she\'d had a baby. The baby was hers, the heir to the leopard pride. Not a stinking werewolf.
She kicked at one of the heavy chairs topped with many pillows that filled the room. They wanted to pretend they could make her comfortable. Make this arrangement the perfect solution. Tambyn came and spoke with her, brought Christoper, but she was never permitted to see the child alone. Her own son.
Tambyn, when she indignantly complained, told her up front that he didn\'t trust her to keep the boy safe. She gnashed her teeth. She had raised him, alone! Her! Not him. How dared he pass judgment when he had offered no help at all. It totally escaped her escalating fury, that she herself had kept him in the dark.
Now she was stuck. In this place, unable to bargain with Lucius for the return of the heir to the pride, in exchange for certain concessions long overdue her. Both as a leader of the pride and as the Mother of the heir. There was a list of changes that she would demand. If Tambyn would just let her send out a message.
She\'d tried to seduce him. That had met with failure. The silly idiot had allowed himself to be paired with some alpha bitch, and now he was faithful to her. Andromeda shook her head. If she had time she\'d take over this pack and show them how a ruler lived, how a ruler ran things. But she had to get back to the pride first of all. That was priority one.
Bribery had also met with failure. That had been her first choice. Throw money and the promise of power, alliances at her guards. But they\'d been too stupid to be interested in her offers. They\'d actually dared to ignore her.
So what that left her with, since outright methods weren\'t working, was cunning. She needed a good sneaky plan that would get her free of this place. She would have to come back for Christopher. Too bad, but she knew she would be caught if she tried to take him with her during her initial escape. No. She needed to get free and then work on a rescue for her beautiful child.
It was possible that having Christopher held by the pack could be used to her advantage. Dropping a hint or two to the pride that he was a prisoner and mistreated ought to result in some reaction. A move to save the pride\'s heir. The pride would respond. She considered that eventuality with one of the few smiles she\'d indulged in since being taken hostage. Oh yes. This might be the final straw, the way to turn the pride against Lucius.
A scratching noise and a muffled thump distracted her. It came from the hall outside her gilded room. She moved to the side of the door, listening hard. Damn her brother! If he\'d agreed to turn her then she\'d be able to hear everything happening out there clearly.
As it was she heard more thumps and gasps, as if someone was in pain. She wrinkled her nose. Something smelled bad, very bad. She needed no enhanced sense of smell to tell her that. Probably one of the foul beasts keeping her here.
She took several hasty steps back when she heard the sound of a key turning in the big old fashioned lock of the door. It screeched as it turned, because the wolves had taken no trouble to oil the lock. Woeful neglect, not that she expected better.
The door began to push into the room as it opened. Andromeda backed up, looking around and finding a nice sturdy candlestick. Sort of a cliche weapon, but hey, she cold not be too picky on such short notice. and the instrument had nice heft. It would be capable of doing damage, if that was necessary.
The door swung in further, and she saw a hooded figure push partway inside. She raised the candlestick, preparing to strike and then make a run for it. A perfect opportunity for escape should not be squandered. The form lifted it\'s head. Andromeda felt mildly ill. She knew that face. Or at least part of it. It was a terrible combination of male and female, human and beast.
\"Come!\" The ragged voice was almost worse than the face. But Andromeda liked to think of herself as a practical woman. She did not hesitate to move for the door and freedom. She followed Sybil Trelawny out into the hall. Her eyes fell on the collapsed forms of the guards laying on the flagstones. She made no effort to hide the satisfied smirk that graced her face at the sight.
Andromeda stepped over the fallen werewolf, grinning ferally. She delivered a swift kick in the ribs to the unconscious wolf. Stinking beast! It served him right! He\'d rejected her offers, now he was paying for it. Andromeda tossed her long blonde hair and followed the shuffling hooded figure out of the corridor.
No need to tempt fate. A swift withdrawal was called for. Plenty of time for gloating later. After she got her son back. Then there would be ample time for revenge on those who had wronged her. And she would be a bit firmer than she\'d first intended when she got down to the negotiations.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Andromeda prowled her velvet and silk prison. She was furious that the werewolves thought they had a right to hold her here at all. It was utterly ridiculous. She had no obligation to tell the wolf king, she snarled at that appellation, that she\'d had a baby. The baby was hers, the heir to the leopard pride. Not a stinking werewolf.
She kicked at one of the heavy chairs topped with many pillows that filled the room. They wanted to pretend they could make her comfortable. Make this arrangement the perfect solution. Tambyn came and spoke with her, brought Christoper, but she was never permitted to see the child alone. Her own son.
Tambyn, when she indignantly complained, told her up front that he didn\'t trust her to keep the boy safe. She gnashed her teeth. She had raised him, alone! Her! Not him. How dared he pass judgment when he had offered no help at all. It totally escaped her escalating fury, that she herself had kept him in the dark.
Now she was stuck. In this place, unable to bargain with Lucius for the return of the heir to the pride, in exchange for certain concessions long overdue her. Both as a leader of the pride and as the Mother of the heir. There was a list of changes that she would demand. If Tambyn would just let her send out a message.
She\'d tried to seduce him. That had met with failure. The silly idiot had allowed himself to be paired with some alpha bitch, and now he was faithful to her. Andromeda shook her head. If she had time she\'d take over this pack and show them how a ruler lived, how a ruler ran things. But she had to get back to the pride first of all. That was priority one.
Bribery had also met with failure. That had been her first choice. Throw money and the promise of power, alliances at her guards. But they\'d been too stupid to be interested in her offers. They\'d actually dared to ignore her.
So what that left her with, since outright methods weren\'t working, was cunning. She needed a good sneaky plan that would get her free of this place. She would have to come back for Christopher. Too bad, but she knew she would be caught if she tried to take him with her during her initial escape. No. She needed to get free and then work on a rescue for her beautiful child.
It was possible that having Christopher held by the pack could be used to her advantage. Dropping a hint or two to the pride that he was a prisoner and mistreated ought to result in some reaction. A move to save the pride\'s heir. The pride would respond. She considered that eventuality with one of the few smiles she\'d indulged in since being taken hostage. Oh yes. This might be the final straw, the way to turn the pride against Lucius.
A scratching noise and a muffled thump distracted her. It came from the hall outside her gilded room. She moved to the side of the door, listening hard. Damn her brother! If he\'d agreed to turn her then she\'d be able to hear everything happening out there clearly.
As it was she heard more thumps and gasps, as if someone was in pain. She wrinkled her nose. Something smelled bad, very bad. She needed no enhanced sense of smell to tell her that. Probably one of the foul beasts keeping her here.
She took several hasty steps back when she heard the sound of a key turning in the big old fashioned lock of the door. It screeched as it turned, because the wolves had taken no trouble to oil the lock. Woeful neglect, not that she expected better.
The door began to push into the room as it opened. Andromeda backed up, looking around and finding a nice sturdy candlestick. Sort of a cliche weapon, but hey, she cold not be too picky on such short notice. and the instrument had nice heft. It would be capable of doing damage, if that was necessary.
The door swung in further, and she saw a hooded figure push partway inside. She raised the candlestick, preparing to strike and then make a run for it. A perfect opportunity for escape should not be squandered. The form lifted it\'s head. Andromeda felt mildly ill. She knew that face. Or at least part of it. It was a terrible combination of male and female, human and beast.
\"Come!\" The ragged voice was almost worse than the face. But Andromeda liked to think of herself as a practical woman. She did not hesitate to move for the door and freedom. She followed Sybil Trelawny out into the hall. Her eyes fell on the collapsed forms of the guards laying on the flagstones. She made no effort to hide the satisfied smirk that graced her face at the sight.
Andromeda stepped over the fallen werewolf, grinning ferally. She delivered a swift kick in the ribs to the unconscious wolf. Stinking beast! It served him right! He\'d rejected her offers, now he was paying for it. Andromeda tossed her long blonde hair and followed the shuffling hooded figure out of the corridor.
No need to tempt fate. A swift withdrawal was called for. Plenty of time for gloating later. After she got her son back. Then there would be ample time for revenge on those who had wronged her. And she would be a bit firmer than she\'d first intended when she got down to the negotiations.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com