Furry Magic
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,544
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,544
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
Disclaimer:
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 61
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 61
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine...
"Father? Harry?" Draco's voice interrupted the mood, it was tight with an un-named fear. He was in Mantheer's grip, straining forward.
Harry looked up as Lucius rose up out of the furs, mighty, regal, and the most beautiful man Harry had ever seen. The lighting colored his skin a delicate shade of ivory tinged with pink, covering exquisite musculature. His loosed hair flowed down over his wide shoulders and down his broad back. His chin was lifted, his motion tantalizing, drawing admiration and every eye. He took no notice and clearly felt no discomfort being the center of attention, Harry marveled. He moved like a creature of primordial nature, the ultimate, sleek predator.
Harry was captivated, aching to be close again, though Lucius had only just parted from him. His need was so sharp and so great he almost cried out again. Lucius turned in mid stride and looked down at him, where Harry lay curled on his side, watching his lover. It was a look of possession. One Harry wanted to see. A look powerful enough that Harry felt it touched his flesh, slid over it, was as real as a hand reaching out to lay on his skin. A Claiming without words. The air was charged between them, as their gazes held, then Lucius moved on, turning to continue over to Draco.
Draco was being carried by Mantheer. His color looked fractionally better, and his eyes were alert and lucid, no longer bright with fever or dull with illness. Even so, Draco looked frightened. Lucius lifted his fingers to run them down Draco's face, exploring the contours with eyes and pads of his fingertips.
"You should not be out of bed." Lucius was saying, examining his son with the tenderest of touches. He ran the back of his fingers over Draco's pale cheek. He nuzzled the side of the young man's throat, scenting him, burrowing into the hair behind Draco's ear, tongue flicking out to deposit a careful, soft lick.
"I heard....the sound...." Draco said in response, voice tremulous, his gaze going over Lucius to Harry. He held on tight to his father. "I thought...I...that sound...one of you....dead...." He sobbed, choking, and tried to control the overflow of emotion he was feeling. The cries had torn through him like an ice-frosted knife. He had truly feared one of them had died, was dying, when the terrible sounds had reached his ears. Terror had driven him to rise from his bed, and nothing his guardians, also roused by the screams and the howl, said could deter him from coming here. They had all compromised on him being carried here. Otherwise he would have crawled, if he had to.
"What....?" His attention lighted on the small man, the stranger and his brow furrowed. He leaned back into Mantheer's hold, as if seeking reassurance. Yaji stepped up and placed a hand on his leg, turning his body so that the young man was shielded, protected. Held between the two large men, as his father continued pet him, and to confirm he was doing well, Draco visibly relaxed.
"You look like..." Draco began without thinking, and then his eyes widened. His lips clamped shut and he cut his gaze over to Harry's, with a look of panicked disbelief. Harry opened his mouth to offer reassurance, but the king beat him to it.
"He's not." Lucius soothed, feeling the tension rise in his son, as the small man got to his feet. "He is not Voldemort."
The small man, the Seer, spoke. Draco cringed at the rough, tortured rasp of his voice. "I am Gwydion Llyr, and yes, I am the son of Tom Riddle. But, I am not lord Voldemort, that is a title that has passed away, and will not be claimed again." He lowered his veils, one by one, and once they had settled in place, walked to the door, as if he was not blind. He made no move to go nearer to Draco, nor to touch him. Not until Lucius called out to him.
"Gwydion Llyr, Seer. Come and touch the heir of my pride. I request it. Offer him your blessing." Lucius said, and the Seer halted in the act of leaving the room.
"You would have me touch the heir?" He asked to confirm the request. "And Draco, your son, he wishes me to as well?"
"Is it safe?" Draco asked. "Professor Snape?" The slender dark haired man moved up next to him.
"It will not harm the child." He held his wand in his hand. He was serious faced. Intent on the small man who waited for half a beat, then nodded.
"Your request is granted." The Seer said.
Llyr moved up to the two guardians, stopping next to them, looking dwarfed next to their massive forms, and reached up. Mantheer's bicep flexed, bulging, as he leaned down a fraction to make the reach less. The Seer's hand moved unerringly to Draco's belly, settling lightly over it, down low. His hand was warm and not at all invasive.
"Ah." The Seer commented, his free hand reaching out towards the bed furs and the men still on it. His hand stopped it's slow drifting when he pointed at Amrys. "The Sire. Such a beautiful child you will have. Golden hair and golden skin and eyes like amber glowing. Healthy, and kind, a child with much love waiting him. He has all the blessings he needs, he needs none from me. You have done well, Mother of the heir. Your body cherishes the life it bears."
"I want the blessing of the Seer." Draco said quietly. "This is a child much needed, one we will not do without. Will you bless him as well? For the pride's sake?"
"Aye. I will." The Seer said after a momentary pause. His fingers curled a tiny bit, pressing over the place the child grew. The air grew silent and still, frozen as if all movement ceased. Every breath bated, for a long, impossible instant. Then the sound returned , their breathing resumed, time moved forward. The Seer lifted his head from where he had bent down.
"He has my blessings." He pulled away, lowered his hand. Stepped back. Spoke to the room this time. His veils danced in the air.
"It is time to go to the Arena, isn't it? Unless I am mistaken Tambyn is here, I can hear his impatient growling. Best not to keep him waiting. He doesn't wait well. Very...spontaneous, is our were-wolf king. Come, let's go say hello. If we are truly lucky there might be a little something left to nosh on." His voice was as light and sweet as the grating sound could be. Happy, Harry thought. The Seer sounded happy.
Harry stared at the strange man. It was odd to see the face of Tom Riddle, and not feel fear.
neichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine...
"Father? Harry?" Draco's voice interrupted the mood, it was tight with an un-named fear. He was in Mantheer's grip, straining forward.
Harry looked up as Lucius rose up out of the furs, mighty, regal, and the most beautiful man Harry had ever seen. The lighting colored his skin a delicate shade of ivory tinged with pink, covering exquisite musculature. His loosed hair flowed down over his wide shoulders and down his broad back. His chin was lifted, his motion tantalizing, drawing admiration and every eye. He took no notice and clearly felt no discomfort being the center of attention, Harry marveled. He moved like a creature of primordial nature, the ultimate, sleek predator.
Harry was captivated, aching to be close again, though Lucius had only just parted from him. His need was so sharp and so great he almost cried out again. Lucius turned in mid stride and looked down at him, where Harry lay curled on his side, watching his lover. It was a look of possession. One Harry wanted to see. A look powerful enough that Harry felt it touched his flesh, slid over it, was as real as a hand reaching out to lay on his skin. A Claiming without words. The air was charged between them, as their gazes held, then Lucius moved on, turning to continue over to Draco.
Draco was being carried by Mantheer. His color looked fractionally better, and his eyes were alert and lucid, no longer bright with fever or dull with illness. Even so, Draco looked frightened. Lucius lifted his fingers to run them down Draco's face, exploring the contours with eyes and pads of his fingertips.
"You should not be out of bed." Lucius was saying, examining his son with the tenderest of touches. He ran the back of his fingers over Draco's pale cheek. He nuzzled the side of the young man's throat, scenting him, burrowing into the hair behind Draco's ear, tongue flicking out to deposit a careful, soft lick.
"I heard....the sound...." Draco said in response, voice tremulous, his gaze going over Lucius to Harry. He held on tight to his father. "I thought...I...that sound...one of you....dead...." He sobbed, choking, and tried to control the overflow of emotion he was feeling. The cries had torn through him like an ice-frosted knife. He had truly feared one of them had died, was dying, when the terrible sounds had reached his ears. Terror had driven him to rise from his bed, and nothing his guardians, also roused by the screams and the howl, said could deter him from coming here. They had all compromised on him being carried here. Otherwise he would have crawled, if he had to.
"What....?" His attention lighted on the small man, the stranger and his brow furrowed. He leaned back into Mantheer's hold, as if seeking reassurance. Yaji stepped up and placed a hand on his leg, turning his body so that the young man was shielded, protected. Held between the two large men, as his father continued pet him, and to confirm he was doing well, Draco visibly relaxed.
"You look like..." Draco began without thinking, and then his eyes widened. His lips clamped shut and he cut his gaze over to Harry's, with a look of panicked disbelief. Harry opened his mouth to offer reassurance, but the king beat him to it.
"He's not." Lucius soothed, feeling the tension rise in his son, as the small man got to his feet. "He is not Voldemort."
The small man, the Seer, spoke. Draco cringed at the rough, tortured rasp of his voice. "I am Gwydion Llyr, and yes, I am the son of Tom Riddle. But, I am not lord Voldemort, that is a title that has passed away, and will not be claimed again." He lowered his veils, one by one, and once they had settled in place, walked to the door, as if he was not blind. He made no move to go nearer to Draco, nor to touch him. Not until Lucius called out to him.
"Gwydion Llyr, Seer. Come and touch the heir of my pride. I request it. Offer him your blessing." Lucius said, and the Seer halted in the act of leaving the room.
"You would have me touch the heir?" He asked to confirm the request. "And Draco, your son, he wishes me to as well?"
"Is it safe?" Draco asked. "Professor Snape?" The slender dark haired man moved up next to him.
"It will not harm the child." He held his wand in his hand. He was serious faced. Intent on the small man who waited for half a beat, then nodded.
"Your request is granted." The Seer said.
Llyr moved up to the two guardians, stopping next to them, looking dwarfed next to their massive forms, and reached up. Mantheer's bicep flexed, bulging, as he leaned down a fraction to make the reach less. The Seer's hand moved unerringly to Draco's belly, settling lightly over it, down low. His hand was warm and not at all invasive.
"Ah." The Seer commented, his free hand reaching out towards the bed furs and the men still on it. His hand stopped it's slow drifting when he pointed at Amrys. "The Sire. Such a beautiful child you will have. Golden hair and golden skin and eyes like amber glowing. Healthy, and kind, a child with much love waiting him. He has all the blessings he needs, he needs none from me. You have done well, Mother of the heir. Your body cherishes the life it bears."
"I want the blessing of the Seer." Draco said quietly. "This is a child much needed, one we will not do without. Will you bless him as well? For the pride's sake?"
"Aye. I will." The Seer said after a momentary pause. His fingers curled a tiny bit, pressing over the place the child grew. The air grew silent and still, frozen as if all movement ceased. Every breath bated, for a long, impossible instant. Then the sound returned , their breathing resumed, time moved forward. The Seer lifted his head from where he had bent down.
"He has my blessings." He pulled away, lowered his hand. Stepped back. Spoke to the room this time. His veils danced in the air.
"It is time to go to the Arena, isn't it? Unless I am mistaken Tambyn is here, I can hear his impatient growling. Best not to keep him waiting. He doesn't wait well. Very...spontaneous, is our were-wolf king. Come, let's go say hello. If we are truly lucky there might be a little something left to nosh on." His voice was as light and sweet as the grating sound could be. Happy, Harry thought. The Seer sounded happy.
Harry stared at the strange man. It was odd to see the face of Tom Riddle, and not feel fear.
neichan
faestion1@yahoo.com