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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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10,720
Reviews:
69
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1
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Chapter 7
Sorry! It's been so long! Thanks for all the reviewers who haven't given up on me!
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He should be sleeping because the last thing he needed was Selene knocking him out...again, but he couldn't stay still. His mind was screaming at him for abandoning the injured wolf, and try as he might, it wouldn't let him rest until he did something...anything. But the hybrid's incessant pounding in his skull was silenced by the loud pounding on the front door. Michael approached the door and the scent of his mate convinced Michael to turn the knob.
Only Michael's hybrid reflexes saved him from getting the door slammed into his face. Ducking the snarling man's wild swing, Michael stepped back, trying to comprehend what was going on. He knew that the man in front of him was the werewolf from last night and after sniffing the air again, he knew that the man was wearing his mate's clothes. The hybrid in Michael's head snarled at the thought.
Trying to convince the hybrid to settle down, Michael was caught off guard when the werewolf slammed him against the wall, quickly and effectively locking him in a secure hold.
Michael felt the black seep into his eyes causing the steel grip on his shirt to tighten further and the arm pressed against his throat to push harder. A deep, threatening growl came along with a baring of sharp teeth when Michael shifted. The werewolf slammed him against the wall and Michael tried not to present a challenge to the enraged werewolf in front of him.
"What were those things?" Michael growled and closed his eyes, fighting against his hybrid instincts. A deep, angry snarl had him opening them again, this time, void of black. The arm on his throat loosened enough so Michael could breathe comfortably again.
"Lycans." The click of a safety echoed through the room.
Selene's voice was cold and calm, as much as it always was when she had someone two feet from the tip of her gun. Her eyes showed her regret. Regret because they also showed fierce determination and Michael knew that no matter how long she had been searching for the man pinning him against the wall, she would kill the werewolf if he so much as scratched Michael.
The man's nostrils flared in simmering anger as he reluctantly stepped back from Michael.
"And what the bloody hell are lycans?" Michael straightened and pushed himself off of the wall.
"They're werewolves." The man in front of him snarled and bit out his response, amber eyes slitted and galring at Michael.
"Then what am I?" Selene clicked on the safety and shoved the gun back into the gun holder on her thigh.
"We don't know. Truthfully, we were not aware that there were different types of lycan. As far as we knew, there was the kind that could change at will and the kind that transformed once and couldn't change back. You seem to fall between the two."
The anger from the golden eyes diminished when they focused on Selene.
"And those things last night?" The man's voice was oft, polite, and inquiring; an abrupt change from the dangerous, angry tone from a moment ago.
"They were of ancient decent." Selene said just as softly, glancing over at Michael.
"So they were stuck..." Selene nodded at Michael's statement and realization dawned on the werewolf's face.
"Harry..."
The quiet, almost non-existant whisper was nearly too quiet for Michael to catch before the man bolted out the door, Selene in his wake. Michael paused only long enough to shut the door before jogging after them.
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Harry was content to lay back down, ignore the pain in his ankle, and bask in the sun until Remus returned, no doubt with the two strangers. Harry's heart surged when he thought of the male creature. The male had seemed so gentle, yet so safe at the same time; something Harry didn't quite understand.
Harry shivered, those obsidian chips had turned him on like no other, embarrassing as it was to admit.
Oh, Harry knew he was gay. Sometime in his sixth year he had started picturing Oliver Wood in his dreams. And let's just say that they had damaged him for life. The twins had then proceeded to seduce him and give him a very... detailed...eh hmm... lesson in hands- on experience. It had taken Harry weeks to learn how to not blush around them. Their reasoning?
'You're hot and we want a piece.'
That conversation had been blunt, straightforward, and extremely embarrassing. The three of them were more comfortable around each other now, but damn.
Harry winced when a pine needle poked his ankle, or what was left of it anyway.
If those things were werewolves, and one of them had bit Harry, well... he was about to become Remus' pack- mate much more literally than Harry knew Remus wanted.
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He should be sleeping because the last thing he needed was Selene knocking him out...again, but he couldn't stay still. His mind was screaming at him for abandoning the injured wolf, and try as he might, it wouldn't let him rest until he did something...anything. But the hybrid's incessant pounding in his skull was silenced by the loud pounding on the front door. Michael approached the door and the scent of his mate convinced Michael to turn the knob.
Only Michael's hybrid reflexes saved him from getting the door slammed into his face. Ducking the snarling man's wild swing, Michael stepped back, trying to comprehend what was going on. He knew that the man in front of him was the werewolf from last night and after sniffing the air again, he knew that the man was wearing his mate's clothes. The hybrid in Michael's head snarled at the thought.
Trying to convince the hybrid to settle down, Michael was caught off guard when the werewolf slammed him against the wall, quickly and effectively locking him in a secure hold.
Michael felt the black seep into his eyes causing the steel grip on his shirt to tighten further and the arm pressed against his throat to push harder. A deep, threatening growl came along with a baring of sharp teeth when Michael shifted. The werewolf slammed him against the wall and Michael tried not to present a challenge to the enraged werewolf in front of him.
"What were those things?" Michael growled and closed his eyes, fighting against his hybrid instincts. A deep, angry snarl had him opening them again, this time, void of black. The arm on his throat loosened enough so Michael could breathe comfortably again.
"Lycans." The click of a safety echoed through the room.
Selene's voice was cold and calm, as much as it always was when she had someone two feet from the tip of her gun. Her eyes showed her regret. Regret because they also showed fierce determination and Michael knew that no matter how long she had been searching for the man pinning him against the wall, she would kill the werewolf if he so much as scratched Michael.
The man's nostrils flared in simmering anger as he reluctantly stepped back from Michael.
"And what the bloody hell are lycans?" Michael straightened and pushed himself off of the wall.
"They're werewolves." The man in front of him snarled and bit out his response, amber eyes slitted and galring at Michael.
"Then what am I?" Selene clicked on the safety and shoved the gun back into the gun holder on her thigh.
"We don't know. Truthfully, we were not aware that there were different types of lycan. As far as we knew, there was the kind that could change at will and the kind that transformed once and couldn't change back. You seem to fall between the two."
The anger from the golden eyes diminished when they focused on Selene.
"And those things last night?" The man's voice was oft, polite, and inquiring; an abrupt change from the dangerous, angry tone from a moment ago.
"They were of ancient decent." Selene said just as softly, glancing over at Michael.
"So they were stuck..." Selene nodded at Michael's statement and realization dawned on the werewolf's face.
"Harry..."
The quiet, almost non-existant whisper was nearly too quiet for Michael to catch before the man bolted out the door, Selene in his wake. Michael paused only long enough to shut the door before jogging after them.
~~~~~
Harry was content to lay back down, ignore the pain in his ankle, and bask in the sun until Remus returned, no doubt with the two strangers. Harry's heart surged when he thought of the male creature. The male had seemed so gentle, yet so safe at the same time; something Harry didn't quite understand.
Harry shivered, those obsidian chips had turned him on like no other, embarrassing as it was to admit.
Oh, Harry knew he was gay. Sometime in his sixth year he had started picturing Oliver Wood in his dreams. And let's just say that they had damaged him for life. The twins had then proceeded to seduce him and give him a very... detailed...eh hmm... lesson in hands- on experience. It had taken Harry weeks to learn how to not blush around them. Their reasoning?
'You're hot and we want a piece.'
That conversation had been blunt, straightforward, and extremely embarrassing. The three of them were more comfortable around each other now, but damn.
Harry winced when a pine needle poked his ankle, or what was left of it anyway.
If those things were werewolves, and one of them had bit Harry, well... he was about to become Remus' pack- mate much more literally than Harry knew Remus wanted.
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