Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
Chapters:
104
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136,541
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711
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Currently Reading:
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chapter 59
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 59
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
A/N: There was a glitch at this site that deleted all the chapters from 51 to 58. I reloaded them, but I had repeated trouble doing so. I finally just loaded them all into one chapter and kept trying until it loaded. So Chapter 51 is actually chapters 51-58. And after struggling and struggling I am going to leave it that way. So...yes the numbering is going to be off. FM has a total of 111 chapters as completed.....at this site the number of chapters will appear to be less, but it all will be there. Thanks, neichan
"Push them together if they are too stubborn to find one another on their own." The raspy voice said.
Amrys and Graeme startled at the intrusion, whirling to confront the unknown man standing next to the bed. A stranger in full veil and robes stood nearby, clothing whipping around his head and body as if he stood in a gale. He waved a hand at them. "It is their destiny to be joined. So just shove them together."
Graeme was first to recover. He slid Harry out of his own arms and up against Lucius. Harry glommed onto the man like a leech burying his face in the wide chest. He stopped crying. Lucius stopped shaking, he sighed as if from the depths of his soul. He held the smaller body tight.
"Why have you done this?" The Seer asked. "You know better. Lucius Malfoy, king of the were-leopard's pride. You know that you can not cast aside a true Chosen, not one you are bound to in truth. Yet, you got angry, hurt, and you tried to do just that. Foolish. Anger doesn't sever this kind of bond." The veiled man leaned closer as he spoke. The edge of his veils whipped out over the men in the bed, finding Harry's face, and caressing it like a hand.
Lucius buried his own face in the raven locks, squeezing his eyes shut. He did not reply, and Harry, clutching him, inhaling his scent, made no effort to answer. His hands were full of silken, shining sliver hair, mouth open on the bared skin of the king's chest.
"Who did you fall in love with, kitten?" The Seer's voice was just for Harry, it stroked him, asked, and then made it OK to reply, taking a way the vise that was closing down the young man's throat only an instant previous.
"With Lucius." Harry muttered, not believing he was really being held. He kept looking up to reassure himself. He felt someone behind him, petting him, and he knew that person also loved him, but the one he needed, the one he'd lost, he was here again. And Harry wouldn't, couldn't let him go.
"With the man who is king." The Seer agreed, softly. "Why try to change him then, if he is the man you fell in love with?"
"I can't share him!" Harry exclaimed. Trying to press himself closer to the big body wanted so badly.
"He is a king, there will always be others demanding his time." The voice was all around him, not threatening but impossible to avoid. The veils floated over him.
"I...I don't want him to sleep with them. Have sex with them." Harry admitted. He had never tried to hide how he felt. He looked up and met Amrys' eyes over the shoulder of the king. Would he cast Amrys out of Lucius' bed if he could? No. Amrys belonged there. His presence was not troubling. He liked going to sleep surrounded with security and warmth. He liked having Graeme and Amrys with him and Lucius.
"It is his nature. The nature of *this* beast. He has been this way far longer than you have been alive, little kitten." The Seer seemed to agree, Harry heard encouragement in his tone. Harry panicked a little. "Why are you so afraid?"
"He is trying to change me!" Harry burst out.
"You don't know how to be what you are. You have changed. Into something entirely new. You are a were-leopard, not a human any longer. Not just a wizard. He was a king, and still is a king. Do you see the difference? You are new. He is not." OK, so that made some sense, but still....
"They say I have to do everything they say." Harry whined just a little, hands holding hard, in case expressing his grievance might mean someone tried to pull Lucius out of his arms.
"Obey the laws." The Seer agreed. "The laws are the rules for living in the pride. They are your rules now, Harry. If you want to belong to the pride. If you want to stay here where you are surrounded by caring. If you want to stay where you will always be needed."
"But why...." Harry began.
"No. That question is not the one you need to ask. Ask, why not?"
"I am jealous of them. Of Troy, of Fred, a little, but mostly of Troy."
"So. This is about sex?"
"I want him to love me. Make love only to me." Harry asserted.
"Only you? He can love no one else?"
"No. That is not what I mean. He can love who he wishes, just not...have sex with them." The last words came out in a rush. "Just that one thing."
"Just that one thing? If he does that one thing, you will obey him? You will return to your place sleeping with the other kittens, you will submit to those more dominant than yourself?" The Seer inquired, curious.
"No. I can't. I am stronger than they are. I am not a kitten, not really. I fought..." He stopped abruptly. He hated it when others talked about his destiny and the defeat of Voldemort. As if it was the one thing and only thing he had been born to do. As if his usefulness was now over. Snuggling his flushed face into Lucius. The king ran a warm hand over his back. Their hearts beat one next to the other. Harry could feel the pulsing beat through his own chest. The Seer was silent for a time.
Harry sank into the feel of Lucius. The strength, the power, the goodness, the man himself.
"Might makes right. Might means you have nothing else to learn?" The Seer said, ask if pondering the question out loud. "Are you a wizard here, Harry?"
"No!" Harry well remembered the dark wizard who had thought might was right. Who had offered him a place to rule by his side. Who had asked from him, everything, his value, his integrity, his loyalty, in exchange for power. For might. He shivered and felt warmth move closer to his back, felt a new touch on his cheek. Opened his eyes to Amrys' gentle touch on his face, and the veils.
"He loves you." Graeme's voice whispered over the dampness on his face. Amrys ruffled his hair, and Lucius...Lucius held him tight. Graeme finished his thought. "And you love him."
"He won't want me! Not if he can have all of them!" Harry said, the words barely making it out of his constricted throat.
"He will always want you." The three voices spoke as one.
"You are bound. Deep to the soul. You are his first and only Chosen. There will be none after you, not for this king. You need to be joined. He must be the king. You must be the Chosen. He will love others, as will you, but you will always have each other." The Seer said. And Harry, suddenly, believed it was true.
Then the lone, silent voice was heard.
"I love you." Lucius said. "And I can not be without you."
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
A/N: There was a glitch at this site that deleted all the chapters from 51 to 58. I reloaded them, but I had repeated trouble doing so. I finally just loaded them all into one chapter and kept trying until it loaded. So Chapter 51 is actually chapters 51-58. And after struggling and struggling I am going to leave it that way. So...yes the numbering is going to be off. FM has a total of 111 chapters as completed.....at this site the number of chapters will appear to be less, but it all will be there. Thanks, neichan
"Push them together if they are too stubborn to find one another on their own." The raspy voice said.
Amrys and Graeme startled at the intrusion, whirling to confront the unknown man standing next to the bed. A stranger in full veil and robes stood nearby, clothing whipping around his head and body as if he stood in a gale. He waved a hand at them. "It is their destiny to be joined. So just shove them together."
Graeme was first to recover. He slid Harry out of his own arms and up against Lucius. Harry glommed onto the man like a leech burying his face in the wide chest. He stopped crying. Lucius stopped shaking, he sighed as if from the depths of his soul. He held the smaller body tight.
"Why have you done this?" The Seer asked. "You know better. Lucius Malfoy, king of the were-leopard's pride. You know that you can not cast aside a true Chosen, not one you are bound to in truth. Yet, you got angry, hurt, and you tried to do just that. Foolish. Anger doesn't sever this kind of bond." The veiled man leaned closer as he spoke. The edge of his veils whipped out over the men in the bed, finding Harry's face, and caressing it like a hand.
Lucius buried his own face in the raven locks, squeezing his eyes shut. He did not reply, and Harry, clutching him, inhaling his scent, made no effort to answer. His hands were full of silken, shining sliver hair, mouth open on the bared skin of the king's chest.
"Who did you fall in love with, kitten?" The Seer's voice was just for Harry, it stroked him, asked, and then made it OK to reply, taking a way the vise that was closing down the young man's throat only an instant previous.
"With Lucius." Harry muttered, not believing he was really being held. He kept looking up to reassure himself. He felt someone behind him, petting him, and he knew that person also loved him, but the one he needed, the one he'd lost, he was here again. And Harry wouldn't, couldn't let him go.
"With the man who is king." The Seer agreed, softly. "Why try to change him then, if he is the man you fell in love with?"
"I can't share him!" Harry exclaimed. Trying to press himself closer to the big body wanted so badly.
"He is a king, there will always be others demanding his time." The voice was all around him, not threatening but impossible to avoid. The veils floated over him.
"I...I don't want him to sleep with them. Have sex with them." Harry admitted. He had never tried to hide how he felt. He looked up and met Amrys' eyes over the shoulder of the king. Would he cast Amrys out of Lucius' bed if he could? No. Amrys belonged there. His presence was not troubling. He liked going to sleep surrounded with security and warmth. He liked having Graeme and Amrys with him and Lucius.
"It is his nature. The nature of *this* beast. He has been this way far longer than you have been alive, little kitten." The Seer seemed to agree, Harry heard encouragement in his tone. Harry panicked a little. "Why are you so afraid?"
"He is trying to change me!" Harry burst out.
"You don't know how to be what you are. You have changed. Into something entirely new. You are a were-leopard, not a human any longer. Not just a wizard. He was a king, and still is a king. Do you see the difference? You are new. He is not." OK, so that made some sense, but still....
"They say I have to do everything they say." Harry whined just a little, hands holding hard, in case expressing his grievance might mean someone tried to pull Lucius out of his arms.
"Obey the laws." The Seer agreed. "The laws are the rules for living in the pride. They are your rules now, Harry. If you want to belong to the pride. If you want to stay here where you are surrounded by caring. If you want to stay where you will always be needed."
"But why...." Harry began.
"No. That question is not the one you need to ask. Ask, why not?"
"I am jealous of them. Of Troy, of Fred, a little, but mostly of Troy."
"So. This is about sex?"
"I want him to love me. Make love only to me." Harry asserted.
"Only you? He can love no one else?"
"No. That is not what I mean. He can love who he wishes, just not...have sex with them." The last words came out in a rush. "Just that one thing."
"Just that one thing? If he does that one thing, you will obey him? You will return to your place sleeping with the other kittens, you will submit to those more dominant than yourself?" The Seer inquired, curious.
"No. I can't. I am stronger than they are. I am not a kitten, not really. I fought..." He stopped abruptly. He hated it when others talked about his destiny and the defeat of Voldemort. As if it was the one thing and only thing he had been born to do. As if his usefulness was now over. Snuggling his flushed face into Lucius. The king ran a warm hand over his back. Their hearts beat one next to the other. Harry could feel the pulsing beat through his own chest. The Seer was silent for a time.
Harry sank into the feel of Lucius. The strength, the power, the goodness, the man himself.
"Might makes right. Might means you have nothing else to learn?" The Seer said, ask if pondering the question out loud. "Are you a wizard here, Harry?"
"No!" Harry well remembered the dark wizard who had thought might was right. Who had offered him a place to rule by his side. Who had asked from him, everything, his value, his integrity, his loyalty, in exchange for power. For might. He shivered and felt warmth move closer to his back, felt a new touch on his cheek. Opened his eyes to Amrys' gentle touch on his face, and the veils.
"He loves you." Graeme's voice whispered over the dampness on his face. Amrys ruffled his hair, and Lucius...Lucius held him tight. Graeme finished his thought. "And you love him."
"He won't want me! Not if he can have all of them!" Harry said, the words barely making it out of his constricted throat.
"He will always want you." The three voices spoke as one.
"You are bound. Deep to the soul. You are his first and only Chosen. There will be none after you, not for this king. You need to be joined. He must be the king. You must be the Chosen. He will love others, as will you, but you will always have each other." The Seer said. And Harry, suddenly, believed it was true.
Then the lone, silent voice was heard.
"I love you." Lucius said. "And I can not be without you."
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com