Heritage

Heritage
By Queencyane
(HP/LoTR crossover) In his sixth year, Harry finds himself changing.....and he can\'t stop it, but it has to do with a long-lost secret of his heritage.
Rated: NC17 (so I am free to go wherever the story may take me)
CAUTION!!!!!!!!!! HEAVY OoTP SPOILERS! Procede at your own risk!
Disclaimer: I am a VERY poor college student. I receive no money for any of my stories. This is just something I do for my own amusement. I make no claims to LoTR or Harry Potter.

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Chapter 8

There was a thumb rubbing her hand. That was the first thing she became aware of as she gradually climbed out of dark sludge her mind was currently buried under. A large calloused thumb rubbing back and forth across her hand and there was the smell of antiseptic in the warm air. Another smell mingled with the odor of antiseptic. It was close by…to her right. It was a clean woodsy smell. It smelled like wet, warm earth, like a forest after a rain.

Harry.

Ginny suppressed a smile. Harry was here, wherever here was, and he was rubbing her hand. It was very distracting.

He was lightly rubbing his thumb across the back of Ginny’s hand. He probably didn’t even realize he was doing it, but it was having an intense effect on her. ‘Merlin, get a hold of yourself Gin. He’s just touching your hand.’

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pull her hand away from his nor could she control her body’s reaction. With every stroke of his thumb across her hand, it almost felt as if he were touching her intimately. She was losing herself in the feelings he was evoking inside her. So she did the only thing she could think of. She gave in.

She knew she wasn’t being rational but she didn’t care. Every time his thumb traveled across her hand, it sent her higher. The pressure between her thighs was almost unbearable. She was almost there when all of the sudden… The rubbing stopped.

“Ginny?”

Reluctantly, Ginny opened her eyes. Worried green eyes beneath straight black brows stared back into hers. ‘How long had he been waiting there patiently for her to wake up?’

“Ginny, are you ok?” Harry asked quietly as he slid across his bed, closer to her. “You were breathing kind of heavy.”

She slowly nodded “Yes. I’m ok.” She glanced at him, their eyes met, “What about you?” She forgot to breathe as she stared at him. His expression was anxious and concerned. His untidy black hair had grown out over the past few weeks, looking thick and sexy as it grazed the collar of his white shirt. It dripped over his square jaw, the bottom of his scar barely showing under his mass of black hair. She imagined what it might be like to bury her fingers in its rich depths, pulling him close as he whispered loving words in her ear.

“A few cuts and a sore back, but other than that I’m fine.” He smiled lightly and starting loosely rubbing her hand again. It seemed to fan the flames of desire she had just managed to get under control.

“That’s good, but not what I meant. You’ve been acting really strange for weeks now. Don’t think I haven’t noticed, because I have. What’s wrong?”

Harry looked away. His eyes fell on the stone floor, worrying over the tiny patterns in the rock. “It’s nothing really. I’m just…going through…something. I don’t want to talk about it. Not now, ok?” He hoped that she would understand.

She squeezed his hand in his to make sure he knew that she did understand. Whenever he was ready, she would be there for him.

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He had lied. His back wasn’t sore. It was stiff as granite. It felt the same way in second year when he fell off his broom, but back then Lockhart removing all the bones in his right arm had distracted him from the pain. His back seemed to have taken up his scar’s responsibilities for the time being, burning all the way down his spine.

Putting a hand to his forehead, he ran a finger along the jagged line of his scar. He’d grown accustomed to it being hot and scorching, now that Voldemort was gaining power by leaps and bounds. Oddly, it was cool. In fact, he hadn’t he any nightmares of Voldemort in weeks. The perpetual headaches brought on by Voldemort’s increased activity had disappeared as well.

‘Thank Merlin for small favors.’

He turned around on the second floor to see Millicent Bulstrode. ‘Damn! Spoke too soon.’

\"Oh, sorry, Millicent,\" he apologized. \"I didn\'t see you there.\"

\"That’s alright,\" she grinned at him, wearing a smile very similar to a hyena.

Harry shuddered. Smiling, she was even more ugly than usual. ‘Why is she grinning at me like that?’ Harry thought. It made him nervous. \"Well, I have to go … away now,\" he said as he edged past her quickly. He had hoped that would be the end of it, but Millicent stepped in front of him.

\"Listen Harry, I’ve heard that you really want to be an Auror and you need to bring up your grades in Potions to do that. I know that Snape is always giving you such a hard time in Potions. I was thinking, I could help you with potions… if you like\" Millicent gave him a huge smile.

‘What the bloody hell has gotten into her?\" he thought. “Oh, no thanks Millicent. If I had help, Snape might think I was cheating and would me. me. I can manage it alone.” Harry answered. “But thanks. Thanks, anyway.”

“Harry Potter, so honest and gallant,” Millicent smiled. “You’re sure to be the finest Auror ever.” With a lustful glint in her eyes, she advanced towards him. “You’ll definitely be the sexiest with those beautiful green eyes and that sexy hair of yours.”

\"Huh?\" Harry blinked. Now he was sure that Millicent had gone completely nutters.

Strutting up to, Mi, Millicent placed her palms on Harry chest. \"I\'t \'t understand why I never realized what a handsome young man you are.”

\"Listen, Millicent, I…\" terrified, Harry backed away, colliding with the wall and trapping himself between her and a wall of solid stone. ‘Great! As if I don’t have enough problems, now I’ve got Hogwarts ugliest yeti chasing after me.’

Slowly, she leaned toward him for a kiss. He backed into the door. \"Holy Morgana, she g to to kiss me!\" Harry felt nauseous. He tossed Millicent\'s arm away and ran down the corridor.

He barged into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He took a few steps backwards till he brushed up against the sinks. Resting his hands on the sink, he exhaled and calmed down a bit. He gotten used to the stares. He had grown accustomed to the giggles and whispers. The occasional touching of his body parts still unnerved him, but it didn’t shock him the way at had at first. Millicent Bulstrode, however, trying to snog him in the corridors was simply too much. Was it too much to ask that he have some semblance of a normal life? He sighed and pushed back from the sink, deciding it was safe to head back to the Gryffindor tower. When he caught his reflection in the mirror on his way out, he froze in his tracks.

Wait a minute.

He backed up and turned back towards the mirror. What he saw made his stomach drop clthrothrough to his shoes. His eyes widened, taking in his changed appearance.

Green eyes sparkled like Emeralds even in the dim light of the bathroom. They were so much lighter and brighter than before, the irises burned like green flame. His pale skin seemed to glow. He leaned in closer to the mirror, raising his hand up to his face, his wide eyes staring at the reflection that was his own and yet not.

His hair still fell messily about his face, as it always had, but now it shimmered like silk. His jaw line and cheekbones were more pronounced, chiseled into his face. His eyes drifted up his cheekbones to his…

Sweet Merlin . . .

His ears . . . Trembling, his hand went up towards his face and touched the pointed tips of his ears with a shaky finger. His ears were pointed. He touched the other, just to be sure. Definitely pointed.

“Ok. No need to panic. This is perfectly normal.”

He looked back at his reflection and swallowed, suddenly lightheaded and scared. His legs trembled worse than second-year when Malfoy had cursed him in dueling club. He fell to the cold stone floor. His head spun as he remembered the pain he had felt that night before he collapsed in his bed at the Dursleys’… His trousers… They weren’t as long as it had been the night before. He was taller, layers of muscle appearing overnight.

His body had changed, transformed and was still changing from the looks of it. The question was . . . into what. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he fainted from shock. Harry suddenly felt sick, hot dis disoriented, waves of fearful heat crept through his limbs. He dropped to the floor, his legs drawn up to his chest, shivering convulsively. Leaning his head back against the sink, he felt hot tears of fear in his eyes and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. His soft voice echoed through the lavatory.

“What’s happening to me?”