Something Special About Harry

Status/Part: 38/?
Rating: NC-17, Adult ++
Pairing: HP/LM, PP/HG/GW/FW,SS/DM

Key words: M/M,M-Preg, Preg, Fluff, Angst

Summary: Harry finds out something new about himself - he's a Veela and who his mate is

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Beta: Sorry, no beta on this one. If you find glaring mistakes, please let me know and I’ll go my best to correct them.

Plotting and Planning

Once again the lovers awoke together, smiled at each other and just snuggled for another couple of minutes. Finally Lucius sighed, Harry retracted his wing and both made for the bathroom. After finishing a ‘touching’ cleaning they dressed and went to look for their guests.

It was no surprise to find them all in the billiards room. Fred and George were watching ‘closely’ as Pansy lined up her next shot, admiring the view of the back of her legs right up to her enticing arse. Hermione was no surprise as she was curled up on the divan with one of Lucius’ books and a cup of hot chocolate on the table close to her. Heads turned when the door opened and smiles were exchanged.

“Witches and wizards, please, if anyone is hungry let’s get a snack in and begin our ‘planning’ as Harry calls it.”

Lucius called for a house-elf and told the others to tell the house-elf what they wanted. Once orders were done and the creature gone, Lucius waved his wand at the billiards table. The game in play was frozen and the top was covered with a table-like top and cover. Harry waved his wand and chairs were placed all around. Each took a seat and looked to Lucius and Harry for guidance. Lucius began.

“Now then, we have a situation. We need parchment and paper to keep this straight. We’ll begin with any ideas we have. If we think it is viable, we can expand on it. Who has something?”

Hermione cleared her throat. “I say we drive the vituperative witch out of our world with her magic bound and make her work like a muggle.”

Pansy chirped in with “Or die trying. I’d really like to see someone show her how shitty she treats people just for a story and what it feels like.”

The twins glanced at each other before looking around. Trying valiantly not to laugh, and unfortunately failing, they were soon laughing hysterically. Harry and Lucius looked at each other, shrugged and waited. The young witches rolled their eyes and shook their heads. The twins would stop laughing soon then tell them. They only had to be patient.

Eventually the twins stopped, wiped their faces dry and George nodded to Fred.

“We think we may have an idea. It was something we were going to put in the shop. It would need to be tweaked though.” George stopped as Fred picked up the tale.

“We had the idea of creating toilet paper in joke rolls. No, not like the Muggles. This would take on the user’s emotions at that time and would respond accordingly when used.”

George cut in. “If a person was happy, the paper would be soft and leave a ‘happy feeling’ on your person. A crabby person would feel like they had crabs crawling on them.”

Fred had to pipe in with “And goddess help the person who was in a snappish mood”.

Everyone just sat there stunned for a minute before laughter was heard through the entire manor. When they had all calmed down again, the mirth still lingered as they began thinking of alternatives to applying this to their situation. Hermione was the first to sit up straighter. The occupants looked at her. Harry and the twins shivered. They’d seen that look and sparkle in her eyes before. She cleared her throat and began.

“I think we can use the base of your ideas guys. Only I want to go further. I want to turn her into ‘never-ending’ toilet paper so she, pardon the pun, gets a taste of her own acts.”

The chuckles began again at that thought. Suddenly Lucius sat up and started to speak. All but Harry shivered at the look in his eyes. Harry could feel the ‘evil justice’ coursing through his husband.

“This is a remarkable idea. If I may expand on the premise? Thank you. We will have, as the Muggles say, justice for all. I propose we provide accommodations for the witch while we perfect the spell. It will have to be unbreakable. I think we can take it further.” He stopped talking to look at the others.

“I think we can incorporate the ideas of Miss Granger and the twins. I say we transfigure her into ‘never-ending, self-replenishing toilet paper. Every night at midnight her ‘rolls’ would be complete again for her to start all over again. It won’t matter how many times she’s used and flushed. There will be only one will destroy her. Fire.”

The others sucked in a sudden breath. They realized Lucius was very good when he slipped into ‘evil mode’. This was going to be satisfying.

The blond started one more time. “I have accommodations being fitted for her in the dungeons here. We have to get her away. The best way is with the promise of juicy gossip. While she is here, Miss Granger and I will work on creating the spell from the research the twins will provide. Now, any suggestions on getting her without giving ourselves away?”

Frowns were etched on all the faces as they contemplated the next task. A couple of false starts, but nothing was spoken as each mulled the ideas over. It was difficult, even for witches and wizards to kidnap another without detection.

Harry thought to Lucius. “Husband mine, I hate to bring this up, but wasn’t the undiscoverable disappearance a specialty of yours back in the day? I loathe asking this of you but I don’t want the others botching this up. This sounds so wrong, but I have complete confidence in your making this happen.”

Lucius looked into the emerald eyes and thought back. “Yes Harry, this is just one of the services I was very good at performing. It may take some more conversation but we can arrange it.”

The blond looked around before speaking. “We will need to figure out her schedule and routine. We can’t lure her away with gossip items. She’d make sure to gloat to someone about it or bring her photographer.” He stopped and glanced around at the others.

Pansy finally spoke up. “Why don’t we owl a note from the photographer telling her he was witnessing something she would be very interested in, say a public argument between Harry & Lucius? He’d also tell her to bring the memo as it was a port key to his location.”

Nods were seen around the table. Notes were made. Hermione joined in, expanding on the idea. “We could have her portkeyed right into a fake public place. Lucius and Harry would be there. She’d be trying to get to them and as soon as she was within reach, they grab her, blindfold her and port key back here. From that point we can take her to the dungeons and start what we planned.”

Lucius nodded as he mind-spoke to Harry. ‘Did you know she was this cunning and scary?”

Harry mentally laughed. ‘You have no idea. People thought I was the one always getting us into trouble. She was just as good getting us into it as she was getting us out of it.’

Lucius spoke to only his husband again. ‘Do you think your friends could handle meeting a being, my familiar? I need to warn you, it is quite frightening at first.’

Harry nodded to his husband. ‘Warn them first’.

Lucius cleared his throat. “Witches and wizards, I would like to introduce you to my familiar. I need to warn you, it may be scary. It will not harm you but needs to meet you so it will allow you access to Ms. Skeeter without problems.”

He watched as he received nods from everyone. Lucius then called out softly.

“Obsidian”

Next to him appeared a black cloud. His familiar was unsure of those around and was hesitant about appearing in front of others.

“Reveal yourself Obsidian. These four will be working here and may require your assistance.”

Taking Harry’s hand in his, the blond looked at Harry.

“This is my chosen, my husband. You are to obey him as you would me. I also charge you with his protection.”

The black cloud slowly began taking form. Before the gathering a brilliant lime green plumed bird hovered. Gasps were heard through the room. Harry looked at the bird and made a sound the others hadn’t heard. The bird looked to Lucius, who spoke to his husband.

“Obsidian is a Fwooper. He’s been my familiar, for lack of a word, for longer than you have been alive. I can almost guarantee Ms. Skeeter would love to meet him.”

The bird made a chirping sound that sounded almost like a sneering cackle. Eyebrows raised as eyes got wide. Lucius transfigured a table knife into a perch. He put it between Harry and himself. Obsidian perched and trilled again. Harry picked up a small piece of fruit to offer to the bird. Lucius could tell he was communicating with his familiar and left them to it.

Harry was now gently stroking the colourful plumage. The fwooper closed its eyes and let Harry touch him. Lucius arched an eyebrow at Harry and smiled.

“Now then, I think we have a preliminary plan in place. I have one ‘room’ ready for Ms. Skeeter. Obsidian knows how to find her for us. We need to find a picture of the photographer so we can glamour someone to look like him. The alternative is polyjuice. It would have to be one of the twins. The witches cannot do it because they are pregnant.”
He stopped talking and the twins looked at each other. In silent communication, they had an entire conversation. With a nod to each other, they looked to Lucius.

“Lucius we can provide the needed hair for the polyjuice. No, don’t ask, we won’t tell. Since we are used to ‘juicing’ for Pansy, one more won’t hurt. We’ll also be able to provide the double trip portkey. The MOM doesn’t know we’ve finished that little experiment and have it perfected. Rita will portkey to us with the note. When she comes over and is still holding it, we’ll touch it and bring it to your designated place.”

The blond sat there nodding. This could work.

Harry spoke up. “We can’t bring her directly here. We’ll have to take her somewhere else first. We should also have Hermione there, unseen, and when we have to make Rita sleep, Hermione runs the tests on her for tracking spells and anything else. I want to make sure she can’t be followed.”

Hermione finally chimed in. “When we have her cleaned, someone should bind her powers. It will prevent her changing when she awakes or catches one of us unprepared.”

The others nodded. Harry and Lucius looked at each other again. Lucius nodded.

“Pansy, brush up on your abilities dear. You are in charge of her binding. You realize we are going to have to put an imposter in her life for about a week so we can make her ‘disappear’ without questions.”

The twins grinned.

“Well, one of us will be the photographer and the other Rita.”
“We’ll make a show of going on vacation, leaving the store in Mum’s hands for a week.”
“I think we can arrange for the photographer to be in a ‘contest’ at the store.”
“An all expense week at the destination of choice”
“The only stipulation is he would have to leave immediately.”
“With a snap of our fingers.”

Lucius had been making notes. He read it all again. It was as good as he could have worked up.

“Alright, let’s get started on this. Misters Weasley, Miss Granger, the only way into the part of the dungeons you will be working in are only accessible with Obsidian’s help. You will not be prisoners, but I have to ask that you take any supplies you will need in with you at the first trip in. Make sure you have enough. We will tell Albus Dumbledore that you are staying with us until things calm down.”

He stopped talking and contemplated one more time.

“We have a week to prepare. I will be helping you with the permanent spell. Harry, I need you to find magical creatures that will let Pansy practice on them. I will also be creating the vacation spot for the photographer. We just need him out of the way, not harmed.”

“Misters Weasley, you will be helping with the toilet paper, portkey and polyjuice. Pansy, do you or the twins have any polyjuice left? We don’t have time to make it and Severus is away with Draco. I don’t know if he even has any in stock.”

Pansy nodded. “I have enough to last them for a week. I haven’t had a chance to destroy it yet. Lucky for us I guess.”

Harry looked around at his extended family. He stood, held out a hand to Lucius and motioned to Obsidian, who disapproved. The blond took his husband’s hand as he stood. Harry pulled Lucius into his chest as he looked at the other four.

“I would suggest we take the rest of today to make our lists of things we need and to relax. Tomorrow we begin. We don’t speak of this to anyone but ourselves or outside of the Manor. Enjoy yourselves; ask the house-elves if you need anything. Now, I think Lucius needs to rest and I’m feeling a bit tired also. We’ll join you later in time for dinner.”

Harry stood to his full height and the others stared. He now stood taller than Lucius and they could sense his Veela pheromones calling his husband. Smirks were plastered on the faces of the other four as Harry hurried Lucius out of the billiards room, through the hallways and up the stairs. A door slamming was the last sound they heard from the two for hours.