Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
Chapters:
104
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136,527
Reviews:
711
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4
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 38
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 38
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR.
\"I see his love for you.\" Graeme began, tenor voice clipped, sharp enough to wound. He drew himself up, tall and proud, looking down on Harry with a gaze so intense it was nearly a threat. Harry fought the impulse to shrink back, to try to hide deeper in Lucius\' embrace. He also felt the defensive instinct rising, the compulsion to strike out, to defend himself. He felt his magic drawing up.
\"You don\'t....\" Harry began, seething, his teeth clenched. Lucius slid his hand over Harry\'s forehead, up into his hair. Brushed his cheek over the boy\'s. He spoke to him.
\"Listen. Hear the words as well as their tone. Do not let the tone make you strike out.\" The king murmured softly, his breath eddying over Harry\'s cheek. Harry swallowed. His throat suddenly burning, and tight. Robbing him of his rage, of the drive to strike out, left him with only his fear and his hurt. He was, once more, on the verge of tears. Lucius rocked him. Graeme raised his chin, his full lips pressed thin.
\"I know my king loves hard. He does not change his feelings like some with the changes of the seasons. His love is enduring. I fear for him, loving you. I fear you will destroy him, destroy what he is. He is a great king. He is what the pride needs. He upholds our ways, he gives each of us strength and good counsel. His spirit sustains us through darkness and times of trouble.\"
Graeme paused looking over at Lucius. They shared a charged glance, telling. The air seemed to still with the power of both their magics. Graeme squared his shoulders as if preparing himself for a difficult task. He took in a full breath and turned to begin pacing over the stone floor.
\"We have failed you in some things, Potter. You don\'t know about pride structure and how we do things, or even why. We never taught you. Your change was not a planned change. No one went to you and told you what to expect. No one mentored you. Blaise looked out for you for a time, but you left him behind. No one took action to fix that. There is a reason for kittens staying close. The kittens are there for each other, for friendship and because it is necessary. They answer questions, tend to each other.\" Graeme shook his head. Pacing along the center of the room, warming to his speech. His wide shoulders bunched. He whirled around staring at Harry.
\"You though, you were different. In how you became one of us. In who you were before you came to us. Draco has impressed upon us that this is of great importance. That you are not indulging in adolescent grandeur, that you truly are different. I don\'t know how much truth is in his assessment. But, I have heard his words, and I do not dismiss them.\" Graeme said. He was in front of Harry and Lucius. Examining Harry\'s face as if looking for the difference Draco said was there.
\"Our king met you before the rest of us took you in. He touched you, he held you. Taking the role your fellow kittens should have had. His two choices that day were to take you in, or to kill you.\" Graeme seemed to hesitate, as if deciding whether or not to say a certain something. He finally quirked his lip and plunged on, and Harry felt he\'d skipped a part of what he\'d meant to say. Graeme held out one long, muscular arm, waving it, as if washing something away.
\"Somehow he bonded to you. In moments. Not in the slowness of time, where such bonding can be guided and nurtured. He took you and Marked you. Too fast. You didn\'t understand what it meant to be his Marked. Then, before that settled on you, you were his Claimed. No one else could lay with you and teach you how the pride shares sex. Because he made you his so quickly. It was not a wise thing to do. A kitten should never have only one lover.\" Dark blue eyes met pale grey, held. Lucius raised no objection to the statement.
Harry scowled. It wasn\'t as if he\'d wanted to be changed, or wanted to be taken that first time. He had not. The choice was taken from him. Now Graeme was outlining his own grievances, almost in the same words he\'d have used. Making Harry feel it was his fault.
\"I would have taken you, kitten. Others of the pride. Showed you, as we showed Ron and the other kittens. There should have been many of us to show you the way...gradually. To show you that we are not like the repressive humans you are used to living among. That we cared for you, unlike the humans.\" Now Harry felt their feelings on this diverged. He snuggled harder into the arms that held him, drawing in a shaking breath, burrowing his face into the fresh scented, silky skin. Lucius stroked his hair. Harry wasn\'t greedy, he wanted one lover. Not a dozen. But, Graeme went on, voice more introspective.
\"Then, almost at once, he called you Chosen. His first Chosen during his rule. And you had no idea what it meant to be Chosen. You had no idea of the power he gave you, power within the pride, power over himself. You are his choice. His help, his heart\'s safety. You can reach him when others aren\'t permitted close. There is a reason why kittens are not usually called Chosen. It is no easy position to hold.\" The older were-leopard was momentarily silent. Draco made a sound of protest, as if to say something in rebuttal, but Graeme looked at him and he went still.
\"There is great responsibility held by the Chosen, it is not a position for a child, no matter how extraordinary.\" Graeme conceded that point, that Harry was different, to Draco, seeing how the youth was impatient to make it. \"I am not surprised you don\'t realize just what place you hold. I am both angry, and alarmed that it is forced on you. The connection is not always voluntary. It can be forged in an instant, and even a strong man can not deny it. Once done, it is hard to undo. I fear what you will do to him. I fear that when he reaches out, and needs you, you will punish him for an imagined slight and deny him. And in so doing make the entire pride pay. I think you are not ready for what he gives you.\"
Harry turned away from the intense gaze, his face was flushed. It was as if Graeme was asking him if he was responsible and mature enough to accept the truth of what he was saying. Harry knew that he was angry, that he wanted to lash out, and make demands. He wanted to fight for his right not to be used, not to be hurt. Graeme was telling him, if he understood it correctly, that this was not about him. That his own needs and desires were not in consideration, that they were the smallest part of any of it. That the position Harry thought he had, as Lucius\' lover was far more.
Once again, Harry\'s life couldn\'t be easy, couldn\'t be simple. He fought with the urge to sulk, to cry out his wants and insist on them being met, or threatening to run. Why shouldn\'t he ask for his need to come first, just this one time, in this one thing? He battled not to fall back into his tried and true patterns, the ones that had worked before. There had been too much change. It hurt. where was his security? The benefit to him? Why did he have to give up what he needed, again? It wasn\'t too much to ask for. A lover who was faithful.
Draco couldn\'t stand it for another moment. He stood and walked over to Graeme.
\"You have been pride for a long time. You were raised by parents who were of the pride. It is what you know. Harry, until he was brought here, had no idea we even existed. It is as hard for him to understand you as it is for you to understand him.\"
Harry had also sat up. \"I never asked to be a lycanthrope!\" He snapped.
\"This is what I mean.\" Graeme said. \"You are not ready to be the Chosen. What is done is done. You are one of us. That can\'t be changed. So, to bring it up is pointless.\"
Harry growled, surging to his feet. \"It damn well is not pointless!\" He shouted, his voice choked, tears streaming down his face. \"I am so tired of people telling me \"That\'s the way it is\". I won\'t accept that any more!\"
Graeme lowered his head, shaking it. He sighed. Looked over at Lucius who was sitting very still, looking at his right hand, held tightly by his Chosen. Harry didn\'t even seem aware that they were still holding hands as he stood next to the couch bristling with his rage. Confronting the pride\'s third.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR.
\"I see his love for you.\" Graeme began, tenor voice clipped, sharp enough to wound. He drew himself up, tall and proud, looking down on Harry with a gaze so intense it was nearly a threat. Harry fought the impulse to shrink back, to try to hide deeper in Lucius\' embrace. He also felt the defensive instinct rising, the compulsion to strike out, to defend himself. He felt his magic drawing up.
\"You don\'t....\" Harry began, seething, his teeth clenched. Lucius slid his hand over Harry\'s forehead, up into his hair. Brushed his cheek over the boy\'s. He spoke to him.
\"Listen. Hear the words as well as their tone. Do not let the tone make you strike out.\" The king murmured softly, his breath eddying over Harry\'s cheek. Harry swallowed. His throat suddenly burning, and tight. Robbing him of his rage, of the drive to strike out, left him with only his fear and his hurt. He was, once more, on the verge of tears. Lucius rocked him. Graeme raised his chin, his full lips pressed thin.
\"I know my king loves hard. He does not change his feelings like some with the changes of the seasons. His love is enduring. I fear for him, loving you. I fear you will destroy him, destroy what he is. He is a great king. He is what the pride needs. He upholds our ways, he gives each of us strength and good counsel. His spirit sustains us through darkness and times of trouble.\"
Graeme paused looking over at Lucius. They shared a charged glance, telling. The air seemed to still with the power of both their magics. Graeme squared his shoulders as if preparing himself for a difficult task. He took in a full breath and turned to begin pacing over the stone floor.
\"We have failed you in some things, Potter. You don\'t know about pride structure and how we do things, or even why. We never taught you. Your change was not a planned change. No one went to you and told you what to expect. No one mentored you. Blaise looked out for you for a time, but you left him behind. No one took action to fix that. There is a reason for kittens staying close. The kittens are there for each other, for friendship and because it is necessary. They answer questions, tend to each other.\" Graeme shook his head. Pacing along the center of the room, warming to his speech. His wide shoulders bunched. He whirled around staring at Harry.
\"You though, you were different. In how you became one of us. In who you were before you came to us. Draco has impressed upon us that this is of great importance. That you are not indulging in adolescent grandeur, that you truly are different. I don\'t know how much truth is in his assessment. But, I have heard his words, and I do not dismiss them.\" Graeme said. He was in front of Harry and Lucius. Examining Harry\'s face as if looking for the difference Draco said was there.
\"Our king met you before the rest of us took you in. He touched you, he held you. Taking the role your fellow kittens should have had. His two choices that day were to take you in, or to kill you.\" Graeme seemed to hesitate, as if deciding whether or not to say a certain something. He finally quirked his lip and plunged on, and Harry felt he\'d skipped a part of what he\'d meant to say. Graeme held out one long, muscular arm, waving it, as if washing something away.
\"Somehow he bonded to you. In moments. Not in the slowness of time, where such bonding can be guided and nurtured. He took you and Marked you. Too fast. You didn\'t understand what it meant to be his Marked. Then, before that settled on you, you were his Claimed. No one else could lay with you and teach you how the pride shares sex. Because he made you his so quickly. It was not a wise thing to do. A kitten should never have only one lover.\" Dark blue eyes met pale grey, held. Lucius raised no objection to the statement.
Harry scowled. It wasn\'t as if he\'d wanted to be changed, or wanted to be taken that first time. He had not. The choice was taken from him. Now Graeme was outlining his own grievances, almost in the same words he\'d have used. Making Harry feel it was his fault.
\"I would have taken you, kitten. Others of the pride. Showed you, as we showed Ron and the other kittens. There should have been many of us to show you the way...gradually. To show you that we are not like the repressive humans you are used to living among. That we cared for you, unlike the humans.\" Now Harry felt their feelings on this diverged. He snuggled harder into the arms that held him, drawing in a shaking breath, burrowing his face into the fresh scented, silky skin. Lucius stroked his hair. Harry wasn\'t greedy, he wanted one lover. Not a dozen. But, Graeme went on, voice more introspective.
\"Then, almost at once, he called you Chosen. His first Chosen during his rule. And you had no idea what it meant to be Chosen. You had no idea of the power he gave you, power within the pride, power over himself. You are his choice. His help, his heart\'s safety. You can reach him when others aren\'t permitted close. There is a reason why kittens are not usually called Chosen. It is no easy position to hold.\" The older were-leopard was momentarily silent. Draco made a sound of protest, as if to say something in rebuttal, but Graeme looked at him and he went still.
\"There is great responsibility held by the Chosen, it is not a position for a child, no matter how extraordinary.\" Graeme conceded that point, that Harry was different, to Draco, seeing how the youth was impatient to make it. \"I am not surprised you don\'t realize just what place you hold. I am both angry, and alarmed that it is forced on you. The connection is not always voluntary. It can be forged in an instant, and even a strong man can not deny it. Once done, it is hard to undo. I fear what you will do to him. I fear that when he reaches out, and needs you, you will punish him for an imagined slight and deny him. And in so doing make the entire pride pay. I think you are not ready for what he gives you.\"
Harry turned away from the intense gaze, his face was flushed. It was as if Graeme was asking him if he was responsible and mature enough to accept the truth of what he was saying. Harry knew that he was angry, that he wanted to lash out, and make demands. He wanted to fight for his right not to be used, not to be hurt. Graeme was telling him, if he understood it correctly, that this was not about him. That his own needs and desires were not in consideration, that they were the smallest part of any of it. That the position Harry thought he had, as Lucius\' lover was far more.
Once again, Harry\'s life couldn\'t be easy, couldn\'t be simple. He fought with the urge to sulk, to cry out his wants and insist on them being met, or threatening to run. Why shouldn\'t he ask for his need to come first, just this one time, in this one thing? He battled not to fall back into his tried and true patterns, the ones that had worked before. There had been too much change. It hurt. where was his security? The benefit to him? Why did he have to give up what he needed, again? It wasn\'t too much to ask for. A lover who was faithful.
Draco couldn\'t stand it for another moment. He stood and walked over to Graeme.
\"You have been pride for a long time. You were raised by parents who were of the pride. It is what you know. Harry, until he was brought here, had no idea we even existed. It is as hard for him to understand you as it is for you to understand him.\"
Harry had also sat up. \"I never asked to be a lycanthrope!\" He snapped.
\"This is what I mean.\" Graeme said. \"You are not ready to be the Chosen. What is done is done. You are one of us. That can\'t be changed. So, to bring it up is pointless.\"
Harry growled, surging to his feet. \"It damn well is not pointless!\" He shouted, his voice choked, tears streaming down his face. \"I am so tired of people telling me \"That\'s the way it is\". I won\'t accept that any more!\"
Graeme lowered his head, shaking it. He sighed. Looked over at Lucius who was sitting very still, looking at his right hand, held tightly by his Chosen. Harry didn\'t even seem aware that they were still holding hands as he stood next to the couch bristling with his rage. Confronting the pride\'s third.
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