Just Around the Riverbend

Whoo. I know it's been a while, but this chapter is really another transition chapter, and I'm not too fond of it. I changed it several times, and I'm still not quite happy with the way it turned out.

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Voracious Reader(again) - 'Break my foot off in your John Brown hind parts' was a quote from a movie. See if you can find the movie 'Remember the Titans.' It's a great story of racial equality in the United States in the early 70s. It's got a great storyline if you've never seen it.

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jilian - Okay, it's time for an explanation of DragonFyre's Theory of Blood bonding and magical combination. When Phelan and Daisy became bound, it was because Daisy combined their blood with a vow of love. It was mentioned in another review that maybe two infants could be bound together and never know the difference. In my little world, blood bonding can only be done willingly, and by the two people that are involved. Now, magic is the very essence of a witch and wizard. It is very much part of their being, part of their soul. Combining their magic connected Lucius and Hermione, but not to the extent that it connected Phelan and Daisy. Hermione mentioned it 'did funny things to people.' She is experiencing some side effects, such as hunger and the need for affection, but Lucius hasn't experienced anything...yet. Lucius and Hermione are not bound to each other, they just feel closer. I hope I didn't confuse you...

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margaritama - ...There's a message in there somewhere...i just know it!
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LaBibliographe - Thanks so much for the lovely reviews. I know I have a problem with putting my periods in too early in a quoted sentence. But bah! It just flows off the tip of my finger now, and it's so hard to get used to...Anyway, glad you liked.

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Phelan was lying on his back under the full moon, his paws up in the air. He had been given free reign on Malfoy grounds during the full moon, and he usually took full advantage of it. It had been a whole full moon since he and Daisy had been bound to each other. And he liked it. The first couple weeks had been so very pleasant. They just sat and talked. He’d never realized that just talking to someone could be so nice. He usually hated talking.

Daisy had come out and played with him for a little bit during his transformation last time, before she got tired and went inside. Lucius had caught her doing it, and he really thought the man was going to have a coronary, before Daisy calmly explained that Phelan kept his mind during his transformations. Lucius had gone back into the house muttering about needing a drink and a cigar.

Phelan would sleep half the next day, and when he woke up Daisy would have something for him to eat. It was turning out to be a very pleasing routine.

At present she was sitting next to him rubbing his belly while speaking to him. She wasn’t talking about anything in particular, but the wolf liked to hear her voice. He rolled over, and she began to rub his head, paying special attention to the spots right behind his large ears.

“This is nice, Phelan. Just you and me, sitting out here under the stars. I’ll make you something nice tomorrow. What would you like? How about some fried pork chops, and creamed potatoes and gravy, and some corn, and some green beans?” she said. Phelan nodded his head, being unable to speak in this form. “Okay.” She replied, and then yawned. Phelan whined. “I know, I know. But I need to go to sleep if you want me to get up and make you all that yummy food. I’ll have to raid the kitchens to get the supplies.”

Phelan made a grumbling sound, but Daisy leaned forward and kissed his furry head. “Night.” She said, and got up from the grass. He watched her retreating form, his head tilting to the side slightly as he paid special attention to her swaying backside. Woof.

After Daisy had gone into the house, Phelan decided he wanted to run. He took off at a tremendous speed, making a lap all the way around the large Manor house. He jumped over one of the other garden walls with little effort, and began pouncing stray plants. He stalked some little red flower for a good five minutes before he finally attacked it, tearing it to shreds with his claws. Daisy would be angry at him if she knew. She still hadn’t quite forgiven him for stomping that little baby plant. That thing was now a permanent fixture in her room. Not that he would know…

Phelan’s head snapped up when he heard the unmistakable sound of Apparition. He padded soundlessly back over to the garden wall, and jumped effortlessly up onto the wall, walking towards the sound with his ears up.

He saw a figure stumbling just outside the gardens. Phelan put his nose in the air and sniffed. He smelled alcohol and blood. He sniffed again. And sex. Damn it…everyone around here was getting laid. He always smelled sex on Lucius and Hermione as of late, and it made him incredibly horny. He’d had to make a special trip to the bathroom in the middle of the day when he’d passed by Lucius’ study and heard them. Those two didn’t know he could hear through wards.

The stranger collapsed with a groan, and Phelan hopped down from the wall, moving closer slowly. The stranger didn’t smell familiar to him, so he had never met him before. But upon getting a little closer, he saw a shock of white-blonde hair. He padded up to the stranger’s side, and used his snout to turn him over. His claws might have dug into his flesh.

The stranger looked a lot like Lucius. This must be his son…what the hell was his name again? Something stupid. He’d seen portraits and pictures of the boy around the house, but he’d never seen him before. It looked like someone had beaten the holy living shit out of the guy.

Draco tilted his head and gagged, and spit up a mouthful of blood. He was in bad shape. Phelan leaned Draco on his side so he wouldn’t choke on his own blood, and then took off around the side of the house. The only room on the left wing of the house with a light on was Lucius’ room. Phelan played a game of trellis jump to get to Lucius’ balcony, and began to bark loudly, throwing in a few howls for good measure.

Lucius wrenched open the door, and jumped at the sight of Phelan sitting on his balcony.

“Gods damn it, boy, I’m never going to get used to you like that!” he hissed. Phelan barked again, and pointed with a paw towards the back of the house. “What the hell do you want? I’m trying to sleep.” Lucius said.

“Lucius, what does he want?”

Hermione appeared on the other side of Lucius, and Phelan gave Lucius a wolfish look that clearly said ‘WTF? You’re not sleeping…’ Lucius cleared his throat.

“I don’t know.” Lucius said. Phelan pointed towards the garden again with his paw, and whined.

“I think he wants you to follow him.” Hermione said. Phelan nodded his head, and quickly ran in a circle.

“I am not following a werewolf outside under the full moon into the dark gardens in the back of the house. Are you both completely mental?” Lucius asked. Phelan sat on his haunches, and licked his muzzle. Personally he didn’t give a crap if the guy died, but he was fairly positive Lucius at least half-liked his son. Phelan went forward on his front paws, and whimpered. “No…go away.” Lucius said, and tried to shut the door. Phelan shot into the room, and quickly shoved Lucius with his snout.

“Phelan, is it important?” Hermione asked. Phelan nodded his head quickly. Hermione retrieved her outer robes from the floor, and swung them around her shoulders. She pulled her wand from her pocket, and headed for the door. “I’ll meet you at the side door, Phelan.” She said.

“No, no, no!” Lucius said, walking around Phelan and towards Hermione. “You’re not going either.”

Hermione turned and pinned him with a look. “Phelan wouldn’t just lie about something. Besides, he knows if he’s hungry the elves put out some scraps at the kitchen door.” Hermione said, opening the door to Lucius’ bedroom. Lucius noted the sharp look on Hermione’s face, and then turned to look at Phelan, who was scratching behind his ear with his hind leg. Lucius cleared his throat, and Phelan stood up immediately as if nothing had happened.

“We’ll meet you down by the side door, Mr. Greyback.” Lucius said. Phelan nodded his head, and then jumped over the balcony.

Lucius shook his head, and closed the balcony doors.

“The gods help me, my life just gets weirder and weirder.”

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Phelan waited for a few minutes while the bipeds made their way down to the side of the house. As soon as they stepped outside, Phelan barked, and began running back and forth between them and the garden wall. They followed along behind him, all the while Lucius mumbling about being gnawed on by a rabid beast.

Phelan could smell Draco’s lingering scent, and trotted to where he’d left him laying. Draco had curled in on himself, and was shaking slightly. His vibrant white-blonde hair was hidden beneath the hood he’d pulled over his head.

“Who is that, Mr. Greyback?” Lucius asked. Phelan turned around and pinned him with a look that said ‘I don’t have a voice box, how the f**k am I supposed to answer you?’

So instead Phelan leaned forward and grabbed the hood of Draco’s robe with his teeth, and pulled. The hood pulled back, and Phelan heard Hermione gasp when Draco’s tell-tale hair was revealed.

“Shit!” Lucius snapped, and was at Draco’s side immediately. He shoved Phelan aside, and the werewolf made a grumbling noise. Hermione leaned forward and scratched Phelan’s head gently, marveling at the softness of the fur. It wasn’t everyday you got to touch a werewolf.

“Is he okay, Lucius?” she asked tentatively. Lucius gently rolled Draco to his back, and put his arm underneath his head.

“Draco?” he said gently. He shook his son slightly. “Draco, can you hear me?”

Despite being a total arse and a spoiled little brat, Draco was his only son. He was his heir, and he loved him. Draco gave a gurgled groan, and opened his eyes.

“F-father…” he whispered brokenly.

“What happened, Draco?” Lucius asked. Draco gave a sad little half-quirk of his lips.

“She had a br-brother…a father, and…” he paused, stiffening in his father’s arms, his face twisting in pain. “And a boyfriend.” He finally added.

“Who?” Lucius asked. He wasn’t making any sense. He thought he was with Miss Parkinson, and she didn’t have a brother.

“Bethany Greer.” Draco said. Then he pulled out of his father’s grasp to lean over and spit up more blood.

“Damn it, Draco.” Lucius said. He pulled his wand from his sleeve, and carefully levitated Draco into the air. Draco needed a healer.

And Lucius needed a large glass of firewhiskey.

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Oooh...Draco has reappeared into the picture. I wonder how getting the holy smattering snot beat out of him will soften him up? We'll just have to see, won't we, my pretties? Anyway, you've read my chapter, you could at least leave a review.

Next chapter will be much more informative. This one was just a little transition chap. Anyway, I hope you liked it anyway.