Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,534
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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chapter 45
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 45
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JKR, not me.
Sirius Black waited for his friend and fellow lycanthrope, Remus Lupin. He paced impatiently. Dumbledore had refused to tell him more than that Harry was safe. End of conversation, would you care for a lemon drop, or a mint? No? How about a chocolate? Sirius had almost screamed in frustration. He knew he wasn't exactly known for his patience, but damn it, Dumbledore would tax a saint.
No. He would not like a mint, or a lemon drop, or a damn mountain of chocolates. Sirius wanted one thing. He wanted to know where Harry Potter was. And he wanted to see him with his own two eyes, and make sure the boy was OK. Not be told by the meddling old fool that everything was just hunky-dory and not to worry. If Dumbledore tried to pat him one more time, he was going to give in to the overwhelming urge and bite the man.
Remus would tell him where Harry was, or how to find him, or Sirius would follow him until he drove the man crazy. Sirius had just returned from Italy to discover his young godson was no where to be found. He had come to Hogwarts before going to the pack's home, expressly to talk to Harry. But, no one had seen Harry in weeks. And there were rumors of a monster running loose.
He had finally decided to share with Harry the truth behind his animal shape. He was a were-wolf. Not just a big black dog-animagus. Together with that decision had come the second decision, to ask Tambyn to accept Harry into the pack. to allow Sirius to turn him.
Only now with the monster, running around the campus, Sirius was frantic with fear that the thing had hurt Harry somehow, and no one was telling him. Sirius had also looked for Ron Weasley, but that boy was gone also. Draco Malfoy, absent, after, apparently having a near encounter with the monster. It was not getting better, hearing these tales, and Sirius was about to go on a serious tear if he didn't get the answers he needed. And fast.
Sirius glanced at the wall clock impatiently. Remus should be done with the third year DADA students any moment now. Then they would talk. He would find out just what the hell was going on. Sirius slowed his pacing as the hallway began to fill with chattering young wizards and witches. All walking in groups, all looking around more than usual as if looking for danger. More than a few eyed him suspiciously, clutching at their wands.
At last the students were past and he walked into the empty classroom. Lupin was bending down, slightly awkwardly, obviously stiff from his so many hurts. He was not taking to lycanthropy well. It had started a rare malady in him, one that made his joints less mobile, and his healing wasn't very fast at all. Almost, Sirius thought, as if he was allergic to lycanthropy. But that did nothing to harm his wizarding power. He was the best DADA professor that Hogwarts had in recent memory.
"Lupin." Sirius called as he approached the other man, trying to keep his tone even. He was mad, yes, but there was no reason to take it out on Remus. Not yet.
The other man whirled around, wand half raised. Then he let out a long sigh, and slumped back against the desk, tiredly.
"Sirius. So you are back. Have you been to see the Headmaster?" Lupin asked quietly.
"I have. And he told me absolutely nothing. I want to know where my godson is. Where is Harry?" Sirius asked, teeth bared.
"Dumbledore is a coward." Lupin remarked, half-heartedly, if he had had more strength he would have sounded angry. His jaw was clenched and the words were forced out through grit teeth. "Come, humor me, let's sit down and I will tell you what I know. If you wold stop disappearing, or let someone know where you could be contacted, I would have told you sooner." He limped towards the chairs set before the fireplace. A word, and a merry fire was warming the room.
Sinking into one of the overstuffed chairs, he waited for the restless figure of Sirius Black to join him. He hoped that not being able to pace would slow down the man's inevitable explosion of anger when he learned what had happened. But he doubted it. With the news he had to share, Sirius would be going ballistic.
Sirius fell into the chair like a petulant child, flinging a leg over one of the wide arms, slumping. He growled. "Just tell me! I want to know what all this avoiding, and trying to calm me down is all about. He isn't dead. I'd know that. So just what is everyone not telling me?"
Remus Lupin took a deep breath, leaning back in his own chair. He sighed. 'Now, why wait?' He asked himself, 'time to get it over with'. So he blurted it out. "Harry is a lycanthrope, a were-leopard."
There was a few seconds pause, then Sirius was launched into the air as if rocket propelled. "What?! I'll kill Malfoy!" He howled, spittle flying.
Remus dropped his head into his hand, and rubbed his forehead. Some things were so predictable it was almost scary, if one had the energy to be scared. He sighed again massaging his temples.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by JKR, not me.
Sirius Black waited for his friend and fellow lycanthrope, Remus Lupin. He paced impatiently. Dumbledore had refused to tell him more than that Harry was safe. End of conversation, would you care for a lemon drop, or a mint? No? How about a chocolate? Sirius had almost screamed in frustration. He knew he wasn't exactly known for his patience, but damn it, Dumbledore would tax a saint.
No. He would not like a mint, or a lemon drop, or a damn mountain of chocolates. Sirius wanted one thing. He wanted to know where Harry Potter was. And he wanted to see him with his own two eyes, and make sure the boy was OK. Not be told by the meddling old fool that everything was just hunky-dory and not to worry. If Dumbledore tried to pat him one more time, he was going to give in to the overwhelming urge and bite the man.
Remus would tell him where Harry was, or how to find him, or Sirius would follow him until he drove the man crazy. Sirius had just returned from Italy to discover his young godson was no where to be found. He had come to Hogwarts before going to the pack's home, expressly to talk to Harry. But, no one had seen Harry in weeks. And there were rumors of a monster running loose.
He had finally decided to share with Harry the truth behind his animal shape. He was a were-wolf. Not just a big black dog-animagus. Together with that decision had come the second decision, to ask Tambyn to accept Harry into the pack. to allow Sirius to turn him.
Only now with the monster, running around the campus, Sirius was frantic with fear that the thing had hurt Harry somehow, and no one was telling him. Sirius had also looked for Ron Weasley, but that boy was gone also. Draco Malfoy, absent, after, apparently having a near encounter with the monster. It was not getting better, hearing these tales, and Sirius was about to go on a serious tear if he didn't get the answers he needed. And fast.
Sirius glanced at the wall clock impatiently. Remus should be done with the third year DADA students any moment now. Then they would talk. He would find out just what the hell was going on. Sirius slowed his pacing as the hallway began to fill with chattering young wizards and witches. All walking in groups, all looking around more than usual as if looking for danger. More than a few eyed him suspiciously, clutching at their wands.
At last the students were past and he walked into the empty classroom. Lupin was bending down, slightly awkwardly, obviously stiff from his so many hurts. He was not taking to lycanthropy well. It had started a rare malady in him, one that made his joints less mobile, and his healing wasn't very fast at all. Almost, Sirius thought, as if he was allergic to lycanthropy. But that did nothing to harm his wizarding power. He was the best DADA professor that Hogwarts had in recent memory.
"Lupin." Sirius called as he approached the other man, trying to keep his tone even. He was mad, yes, but there was no reason to take it out on Remus. Not yet.
The other man whirled around, wand half raised. Then he let out a long sigh, and slumped back against the desk, tiredly.
"Sirius. So you are back. Have you been to see the Headmaster?" Lupin asked quietly.
"I have. And he told me absolutely nothing. I want to know where my godson is. Where is Harry?" Sirius asked, teeth bared.
"Dumbledore is a coward." Lupin remarked, half-heartedly, if he had had more strength he would have sounded angry. His jaw was clenched and the words were forced out through grit teeth. "Come, humor me, let's sit down and I will tell you what I know. If you wold stop disappearing, or let someone know where you could be contacted, I would have told you sooner." He limped towards the chairs set before the fireplace. A word, and a merry fire was warming the room.
Sinking into one of the overstuffed chairs, he waited for the restless figure of Sirius Black to join him. He hoped that not being able to pace would slow down the man's inevitable explosion of anger when he learned what had happened. But he doubted it. With the news he had to share, Sirius would be going ballistic.
Sirius fell into the chair like a petulant child, flinging a leg over one of the wide arms, slumping. He growled. "Just tell me! I want to know what all this avoiding, and trying to calm me down is all about. He isn't dead. I'd know that. So just what is everyone not telling me?"
Remus Lupin took a deep breath, leaning back in his own chair. He sighed. 'Now, why wait?' He asked himself, 'time to get it over with'. So he blurted it out. "Harry is a lycanthrope, a were-leopard."
There was a few seconds pause, then Sirius was launched into the air as if rocket propelled. "What?! I'll kill Malfoy!" He howled, spittle flying.
Remus dropped his head into his hand, and rubbed his forehead. Some things were so predictable it was almost scary, if one had the energy to be scared. He sighed again massaging his temples.
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