Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
Chapters:
104
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136,543
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711
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4
Currently Reading:
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chapter 60
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 60
Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry Potter is a creation of JKR.
The small figure of the Seer sat on the bed. Not joining the embrace, not touching any of them, not Harry, Lucius, Graeme or Amrys. Just settling himself, adjusting his concealing robes. His hands, light brown, smoothly folded on his lap after he finished the fussing.
"A good start." He said with satisfaction. "Now, let's go over why we have been called here."
"But, the other Seers, shouldn't they be here?" Graeme asked the man. "If you are going to make a ruling?"
"Oh my, NO! Not really. They can hear us, if they want to. Besides, they are eating! They wouldn't thank me for pulling them away. Tambyn, the were-wolf king, has said that his wolf, Sirius Black, lays claim to you, Harry Potter. Why would he say that?"
"He is my godfather. But he doesn't own me!" Harry said, very firmly.
The Seer nodded under his veils. "Possession. Yes. How does the law speak on possession? Do we own other people?" His fingers rolled the floating fabric of his robes between them as they rose and fell like a fine mist. He waited. And waited.
"Well Harry?" The Seer prompted. "Do we own other people?"
"NO." Harry said, quickly. But his voice held more righteousness than conviction.
"Is that true? We don't own each other? The law says we do. The heart agrees." ,
"Uhmm." Harry responded with.
"We do, in a way don't we? Larger or smaller parts of each other. The law notwithstanding. You see the lycanthrope's law often says things that people are uncomfortable saying.The laws are not subject to the emotions which buffet us. They just are."
"Yes. But, if we can own people, then why is it wrong for me to want him to be faithful?" Harry almost pouted the question.
"Because he is not unfaithful. He is faithful to who he is." The Seer said. "And you, you are faithful to who you are."
"I want....wish...."
"Change, Harry. It is always hard to know when change is good, and when it is not needed. And when it must not be permitted." The Seer turned his hidden face towards the tall king, who lay quietly, enjoying the embrace he shared with his ruling cohort.
The Seer shook a finger at the whole group of them. "You, Lucius, should talk soon. You and him, and I, and your second and your third and all the others who matter. Being too in control is not what you should be just now."
"I can not see what he sees." Lucius said at last. "I have given him no reason for fear. But he is afraid."
"He brings his whole life with him to this moment. As do we all. He brings his fear with him. You didn't give it to him as a gift. You merely unearthed it with your love."
"I am not afraid of him loving me!" Harry protested, winding one leg over Lucius'.
"You fear he will stop." The silky calm voice of Amrys cut in. As he watched Harry's action.
"Why should he love me?" Harry cried out. "He has you and Graeme and Troy and Fred and...everyone else. Why should he love me?"
"Logic never explains love." The Seer offered. His veil twining around Harry's ankle, helping Harry hook it around the back of Lucius' thigh. His voice soft, but still rough as it was forced out of his throat.
"I love you." Lucius answered. "But, I don't understand you. I don't know why you would accuse me of not being true to your heart. I don't understand why you can not accept me as your king. There is no choice for me. I feel your pain, and I sought to give you freedom from me, as you have made it clear I am the source of your pain. Yet, I find I haven't the ability to set you free of me. Not even to prevent myself from hurting you. I can not."
"He is a Muggle." The smooth, velvet voice carried from the doorway into the room. Severus Snape stood there, tall and regal in his own way. The air of authority unmistakable. He turned to the Seer, his dark eyes sharp and sparkling.
"Severus." The Seer's broken voice was pleased, he patted the bed excitedly, but Snape didn't seat himself. "A pleasure!"
"I did not expect to see you again." Was the controlled rejoinder. "I hope you are remaining out of trouble."
"Yes, of course I am. Except when trouble is easily available. Now, you say he is a Muggle? Why?"
"Because he is. All his involuntary instincts, all his automatic responses are ones you might expect of a Muggle. Talk with him until your face is blue, and he will still be a Muggle. He has never learned different."
"Always back to learning." Graeme growled. "It takes time. I will teach him, *we will*. He is ours."
The Seer clapped his hands. "Possession!" He stated triumphantly, rising up on his knees, veils rising in a spinning nimbus of glee..
"It will take years." Snape pointed out, sensibly.
"The years will pass regardless, why not learn while they do?" Amrys said. Snape shared a look with him, as if....Harry thought....they were talking about something entirely different. Nothing remotely scholarly.
"I have tried, for years. Couldn't teach him much beyond spells, potions, the like." Snape fired back.
"We have his love. He will learn." Amrys said, with certainty.
"But, I had his trust." Severus reminded the were-leopards. Harry was struck that that was true. He had trusted, and he had understood the dark haired man. His Potion's Professor, the man, who while perhaps he had not always liked him, had saved his life repeatedly.
"Love *and* trust. Those would be enough." The Seer commented. Snape looked at him again. Raised his brow.
"Trust?" He asked, his dark eyes boring through the veils. "Starting when?"
The Seer touched his veil. "Oh. You mean this. Well, why not?" His hands went to the veil and lifted it, layer by layer, while the room fell quiet. Then the last one was up and tossed aside and the face was plain to the viewers. Dark wavy hair, handsome, dark eyes, glazed over as if they were unseeing. Scars covered his visible throat. The Seer was blind, Harry realized, but that was the lesser shock. He was the only one who shrank back, no one else was surprised. Only him. He felt his gorge rise.
Harry gasped, pupils contracting, as he looked up into the familiar face of Tom Riddle.
The Seer frowned. His hand reached out and touched Harry's wrist very lightly, Harry jumped. Then the Seer's expression cleared.
"Ah. You knew my father in a way, when he had this face." He said. "I had forgotten."
His fingers ghosted over his face, and his throat. Ran over the tangled scars. "I have been told I look like him. I don't know, I have never seen him. But, why would so many lie?"
"Your neck! Your eyes!" Harry blurted out. The scars were old and deep, explaining the damaged voice.
"Oh, yes. Well, father wasn't pleased when I was born. He tried to rectify the event."
"He tried to strangle you? While you were a baby?" Harry exclaimed in horror.
"Surely that doesn't surprise you, Mr Potter. Voldemort had a history of attacking infants, as you yourself well know." Severus Snape reminded him, sharply.
"But...his own son?" Harry whispered.
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The small figure of the Seer sat on the bed. Not joining the embrace, not touching any of them, not Harry, Lucius, Graeme or Amrys. Just settling himself, adjusting his concealing robes. His hands, light brown, smoothly folded on his lap after he finished the fussing.
"A good start." He said with satisfaction. "Now, let's go over why we have been called here."
"But, the other Seers, shouldn't they be here?" Graeme asked the man. "If you are going to make a ruling?"
"Oh my, NO! Not really. They can hear us, if they want to. Besides, they are eating! They wouldn't thank me for pulling them away. Tambyn, the were-wolf king, has said that his wolf, Sirius Black, lays claim to you, Harry Potter. Why would he say that?"
"He is my godfather. But he doesn't own me!" Harry said, very firmly.
The Seer nodded under his veils. "Possession. Yes. How does the law speak on possession? Do we own other people?" His fingers rolled the floating fabric of his robes between them as they rose and fell like a fine mist. He waited. And waited.
"Well Harry?" The Seer prompted. "Do we own other people?"
"NO." Harry said, quickly. But his voice held more righteousness than conviction.
"Is that true? We don't own each other? The law says we do. The heart agrees." ,
"Uhmm." Harry responded with.
"We do, in a way don't we? Larger or smaller parts of each other. The law notwithstanding. You see the lycanthrope's law often says things that people are uncomfortable saying.The laws are not subject to the emotions which buffet us. They just are."
"Yes. But, if we can own people, then why is it wrong for me to want him to be faithful?" Harry almost pouted the question.
"Because he is not unfaithful. He is faithful to who he is." The Seer said. "And you, you are faithful to who you are."
"I want....wish...."
"Change, Harry. It is always hard to know when change is good, and when it is not needed. And when it must not be permitted." The Seer turned his hidden face towards the tall king, who lay quietly, enjoying the embrace he shared with his ruling cohort.
The Seer shook a finger at the whole group of them. "You, Lucius, should talk soon. You and him, and I, and your second and your third and all the others who matter. Being too in control is not what you should be just now."
"I can not see what he sees." Lucius said at last. "I have given him no reason for fear. But he is afraid."
"He brings his whole life with him to this moment. As do we all. He brings his fear with him. You didn't give it to him as a gift. You merely unearthed it with your love."
"I am not afraid of him loving me!" Harry protested, winding one leg over Lucius'.
"You fear he will stop." The silky calm voice of Amrys cut in. As he watched Harry's action.
"Why should he love me?" Harry cried out. "He has you and Graeme and Troy and Fred and...everyone else. Why should he love me?"
"Logic never explains love." The Seer offered. His veil twining around Harry's ankle, helping Harry hook it around the back of Lucius' thigh. His voice soft, but still rough as it was forced out of his throat.
"I love you." Lucius answered. "But, I don't understand you. I don't know why you would accuse me of not being true to your heart. I don't understand why you can not accept me as your king. There is no choice for me. I feel your pain, and I sought to give you freedom from me, as you have made it clear I am the source of your pain. Yet, I find I haven't the ability to set you free of me. Not even to prevent myself from hurting you. I can not."
"He is a Muggle." The smooth, velvet voice carried from the doorway into the room. Severus Snape stood there, tall and regal in his own way. The air of authority unmistakable. He turned to the Seer, his dark eyes sharp and sparkling.
"Severus." The Seer's broken voice was pleased, he patted the bed excitedly, but Snape didn't seat himself. "A pleasure!"
"I did not expect to see you again." Was the controlled rejoinder. "I hope you are remaining out of trouble."
"Yes, of course I am. Except when trouble is easily available. Now, you say he is a Muggle? Why?"
"Because he is. All his involuntary instincts, all his automatic responses are ones you might expect of a Muggle. Talk with him until your face is blue, and he will still be a Muggle. He has never learned different."
"Always back to learning." Graeme growled. "It takes time. I will teach him, *we will*. He is ours."
The Seer clapped his hands. "Possession!" He stated triumphantly, rising up on his knees, veils rising in a spinning nimbus of glee..
"It will take years." Snape pointed out, sensibly.
"The years will pass regardless, why not learn while they do?" Amrys said. Snape shared a look with him, as if....Harry thought....they were talking about something entirely different. Nothing remotely scholarly.
"I have tried, for years. Couldn't teach him much beyond spells, potions, the like." Snape fired back.
"We have his love. He will learn." Amrys said, with certainty.
"But, I had his trust." Severus reminded the were-leopards. Harry was struck that that was true. He had trusted, and he had understood the dark haired man. His Potion's Professor, the man, who while perhaps he had not always liked him, had saved his life repeatedly.
"Love *and* trust. Those would be enough." The Seer commented. Snape looked at him again. Raised his brow.
"Trust?" He asked, his dark eyes boring through the veils. "Starting when?"
The Seer touched his veil. "Oh. You mean this. Well, why not?" His hands went to the veil and lifted it, layer by layer, while the room fell quiet. Then the last one was up and tossed aside and the face was plain to the viewers. Dark wavy hair, handsome, dark eyes, glazed over as if they were unseeing. Scars covered his visible throat. The Seer was blind, Harry realized, but that was the lesser shock. He was the only one who shrank back, no one else was surprised. Only him. He felt his gorge rise.
Harry gasped, pupils contracting, as he looked up into the familiar face of Tom Riddle.
The Seer frowned. His hand reached out and touched Harry's wrist very lightly, Harry jumped. Then the Seer's expression cleared.
"Ah. You knew my father in a way, when he had this face." He said. "I had forgotten."
His fingers ghosted over his face, and his throat. Ran over the tangled scars. "I have been told I look like him. I don't know, I have never seen him. But, why would so many lie?"
"Your neck! Your eyes!" Harry blurted out. The scars were old and deep, explaining the damaged voice.
"Oh, yes. Well, father wasn't pleased when I was born. He tried to rectify the event."
"He tried to strangle you? While you were a baby?" Harry exclaimed in horror.
"Surely that doesn't surprise you, Mr Potter. Voldemort had a history of attacking infants, as you yourself well know." Severus Snape reminded him, sharply.
"But...his own son?" Harry whispered.
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