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Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,387
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 4
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 4
\"There has been another one.\" Amrys interrupted Lucius. The alpha looked up, his eyes darkening. Another strike at his authority. He snarled silently as his second came further into the room. Amrys was not afraid of him. He knew Lucius would not take his anger out on the bearer of bad news. The pride could not have a better leader. A more gifted one.
\"And? Do you have the details? Was any one seen?\" Lucius forced out in a relatively human voice, profoundly displeased with the turn of events. \"Have witnesses been found to the attack?\"
Amrys hesitated, then barged on with the rest of his news. \"She has died, this one. She did not survive the attack. It was a kill attack, not one meant to change. Perhaps it was an accident that the first kitten survived.\" Amrys ventured his opinion.
\"Are we sure it was one of our pride? Feline? Not wolf or rodent?\" Lucius asked even as he nodded, agreeing with his second\'s assessment. He had wondered just that. More of the Potter luck. Nothing could kill the boy. He\'d survived enough attempts to take out a dozen other men.
\"Kaithas says it is one of ours. He scented the child. The scent on her was pride-scent. On the grounds of the school, Hogwarts. No one saw anything more. Or anyone who was not supposed to be there. The girl was near the forest, but not within it.\" Amrys sat on the corner of Lucius\' polished, dark stained, cherry wood desk.
Lucius pushed away from the desk. \"I do not like this. I am going to talk to Potter. We must stop this. Call the pride. I will meet with them later tonight. Every one of them. No exceptions.\" He stood, flexing his arms, rumbling angrily under his breath. He wore loose fitting trousers. Nothing else. His feet and chest were bare. The silk pants flowed along his legs, moving as he moved.
\"He remembers nothing, alpha.\" Amrys said. Stepping back as his alpha passed him, dipping his head.
\"I will know that for myself, omega.\" Lucius replied, running an acknowledging hand along the other lycanthrope\'s forearm as he went by.
\"I want to leave.\" Harry Potter said, petulantly, the instant he saw Lucius Malfoy. \"I don\'t belong here.\"
\"Do you remember what happened to you, Potter?\" Lucius squatted down next to the youth who glared up at him. So the boy was feeling better. That was good.
\"No. I\'ve already told every one else who has asked me. I don\'t remember anything at all. Just feeling sick, really sick. Dumbledore telling some guy in a purple suit to bring me here, I guess. Then that is it. I woke up and I was here. With them.\"
Potter tilted his head at the other young-lings who had been set to watch him. He had made a loud protest on waking to find them snuggled all around him. And all of them naked to boot. Amrys spent most of an hour explaining to the new lycanthrope that was the way the pride slept. In piles, naked, together. Potter had not liked it. Lucius could tell he still thought they were pulling a fast one on him somehow. Subjecting him to some kind of perversion. Lucius smirked at that human viewpoint.
\"Try to remember. It is more important now. There has been another attack. On Hogwarts\' ground, again. Not on the Quidditch field where they found you. This time it was near the Forbidden Forrest.\" He watched for how the boy took the news.
\"At Hogwarts? Again? Who was it? Are they OK?\" Harry sat up, the fur cover falling down to pool around his bare waist. Lucius reacted to the view in a way he had not expected. Desire. Hmmm. He chuffed the scent of the youth into his nostrils. Blinking slowly. Tasting him using scent.
\"No. She is dead. I don\'t know her name. It is not safe for you to go back to Hogwarts. The one who has attacked you may try to call you. And you would have to answer. It is the way things are among us.\" Lucius told the scowling defiant young man. Potter\'s chin was jutting out. Set, stubbornly.
Potter looked very unhappy. And frightened a moment later. Lucius was pleased that Potter has the sense to be frightened. Maybe he was growing up at last. Looking at things with a realistic view of the risks involved.
\"How old are you, kitten?\" Lucius asked. Potter looked, surprised, then annoyed.
\"Don\'t call me that. I am your son\'s age. Seventeen. Eighteen next month. I am not a child or a \'kitten\'.\" He scowled fiercely at the man.
Lucius cuffed him sharply to the side of his head, knocking him down.
\"Hey! Ouch. What was that for?\" Harry yelled, rubbing the sore place, while he wisely stayed curled up on his side giving Lucius a wary look.
\"I am alpha. You do not correct me.\" Lucius growled moving closer to the shrinking young man, who fell silent, hand pressed to the side of his head.
Lucius bumped into the boy, and Harry shuddered. Not with the revulsion he thought he should feel. He wanted the contact. He stretched out his neck instinctively. Lucius\' mouth and chin pushed at his throat, teeth scraped over his skin, raising a shower of goose bumps. Harry gasped, arching up into the bite. Yes. His alpha was claiming him. He purred with satisfaction.
Harry gulped, swallowing hard. What the hell was that? He fought to even out his breathing, to think, as the bigger man\'s unclothed skin rubbed over his own. Malfoy was growling at him, pressing him back onto the furs. And Harry was reacting by going limp, passive, and not fighting back, not shoving him away. He was giving in. He felt the panic rising, but it was distant. Most of his awareness was focused on his surrender. He mewled as the fur covering him was torn aside.
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\"There has been another one.\" Amrys interrupted Lucius. The alpha looked up, his eyes darkening. Another strike at his authority. He snarled silently as his second came further into the room. Amrys was not afraid of him. He knew Lucius would not take his anger out on the bearer of bad news. The pride could not have a better leader. A more gifted one.
\"And? Do you have the details? Was any one seen?\" Lucius forced out in a relatively human voice, profoundly displeased with the turn of events. \"Have witnesses been found to the attack?\"
Amrys hesitated, then barged on with the rest of his news. \"She has died, this one. She did not survive the attack. It was a kill attack, not one meant to change. Perhaps it was an accident that the first kitten survived.\" Amrys ventured his opinion.
\"Are we sure it was one of our pride? Feline? Not wolf or rodent?\" Lucius asked even as he nodded, agreeing with his second\'s assessment. He had wondered just that. More of the Potter luck. Nothing could kill the boy. He\'d survived enough attempts to take out a dozen other men.
\"Kaithas says it is one of ours. He scented the child. The scent on her was pride-scent. On the grounds of the school, Hogwarts. No one saw anything more. Or anyone who was not supposed to be there. The girl was near the forest, but not within it.\" Amrys sat on the corner of Lucius\' polished, dark stained, cherry wood desk.
Lucius pushed away from the desk. \"I do not like this. I am going to talk to Potter. We must stop this. Call the pride. I will meet with them later tonight. Every one of them. No exceptions.\" He stood, flexing his arms, rumbling angrily under his breath. He wore loose fitting trousers. Nothing else. His feet and chest were bare. The silk pants flowed along his legs, moving as he moved.
\"He remembers nothing, alpha.\" Amrys said. Stepping back as his alpha passed him, dipping his head.
\"I will know that for myself, omega.\" Lucius replied, running an acknowledging hand along the other lycanthrope\'s forearm as he went by.
\"I want to leave.\" Harry Potter said, petulantly, the instant he saw Lucius Malfoy. \"I don\'t belong here.\"
\"Do you remember what happened to you, Potter?\" Lucius squatted down next to the youth who glared up at him. So the boy was feeling better. That was good.
\"No. I\'ve already told every one else who has asked me. I don\'t remember anything at all. Just feeling sick, really sick. Dumbledore telling some guy in a purple suit to bring me here, I guess. Then that is it. I woke up and I was here. With them.\"
Potter tilted his head at the other young-lings who had been set to watch him. He had made a loud protest on waking to find them snuggled all around him. And all of them naked to boot. Amrys spent most of an hour explaining to the new lycanthrope that was the way the pride slept. In piles, naked, together. Potter had not liked it. Lucius could tell he still thought they were pulling a fast one on him somehow. Subjecting him to some kind of perversion. Lucius smirked at that human viewpoint.
\"Try to remember. It is more important now. There has been another attack. On Hogwarts\' ground, again. Not on the Quidditch field where they found you. This time it was near the Forbidden Forrest.\" He watched for how the boy took the news.
\"At Hogwarts? Again? Who was it? Are they OK?\" Harry sat up, the fur cover falling down to pool around his bare waist. Lucius reacted to the view in a way he had not expected. Desire. Hmmm. He chuffed the scent of the youth into his nostrils. Blinking slowly. Tasting him using scent.
\"No. She is dead. I don\'t know her name. It is not safe for you to go back to Hogwarts. The one who has attacked you may try to call you. And you would have to answer. It is the way things are among us.\" Lucius told the scowling defiant young man. Potter\'s chin was jutting out. Set, stubbornly.
Potter looked very unhappy. And frightened a moment later. Lucius was pleased that Potter has the sense to be frightened. Maybe he was growing up at last. Looking at things with a realistic view of the risks involved.
\"How old are you, kitten?\" Lucius asked. Potter looked, surprised, then annoyed.
\"Don\'t call me that. I am your son\'s age. Seventeen. Eighteen next month. I am not a child or a \'kitten\'.\" He scowled fiercely at the man.
Lucius cuffed him sharply to the side of his head, knocking him down.
\"Hey! Ouch. What was that for?\" Harry yelled, rubbing the sore place, while he wisely stayed curled up on his side giving Lucius a wary look.
\"I am alpha. You do not correct me.\" Lucius growled moving closer to the shrinking young man, who fell silent, hand pressed to the side of his head.
Lucius bumped into the boy, and Harry shuddered. Not with the revulsion he thought he should feel. He wanted the contact. He stretched out his neck instinctively. Lucius\' mouth and chin pushed at his throat, teeth scraped over his skin, raising a shower of goose bumps. Harry gasped, arching up into the bite. Yes. His alpha was claiming him. He purred with satisfaction.
Harry gulped, swallowing hard. What the hell was that? He fought to even out his breathing, to think, as the bigger man\'s unclothed skin rubbed over his own. Malfoy was growling at him, pressing him back onto the furs. And Harry was reacting by going limp, passive, and not fighting back, not shoving him away. He was giving in. He felt the panic rising, but it was distant. Most of his awareness was focused on his surrender. He mewled as the fur covering him was torn aside.
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