Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 89

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.


At the two sharp "pops" that heralded the apparation of the wolves, Harry lifted his head off of it's resting place on Lucius' lap. Lucius' fingers, tangled in his fur, released their hold after a last, gentle scratch. Harry let out a quiet "mewwwww". He sat up a bit and watched as the two men appeared amid a cloud of dirt and sandy debris. He waited, head cocked to the side, as Sirius and Remus dusted themselves off, sending a veritable storm up into the air. Harry's sensitive kitty-cat nose twitched, whiskers bristling.

Remus was first to finish, and looked up. His kindly eyes fixed on Harry right away, and he took a step forward, smiling. "Hullo, Harry. Looks like you got a bit excited. It is good to see you again." He hesitated, glancing back over his shoulder at the other wolf. "Come on, Siri, hurry up. You look fine. A bit of dust isn't going to put Harry off." Remus smiled at the waiting kitten.

Harry perked up at that. He sat all the way up on the couch, untangling himself from where he had been curled around the king. Uncertain of the greeting he would receive, he hesitated to jump down and run to the man he considered his only real relative. After all they were canids, and he, despite his best intentions, was a feline. But, Remus seemed really glad to see him, kitty or not. Harry sat up straighter, scootching closer to the edge.

Sirius finished shaking out his coat and bounded over to the couch. "Feels like we just apparated through the entire Sahara on our backs." He grumbled, the characteristic frown almost genial today. Harry squirmed restlessly at the verge of the couch, leaning forward, his tail quivering eagerly, almost falling off onto the tiles, Lucius' hand steadying him at the last instant, and saving him from a tumble. Sirius' black eyes drilled into his godson's emerald green ones. "You really do smell bad." He grumbled. "Like a cat, or something."

Remus rolled his eyes, but managed not to say anything in return. Harry blinked, and waved his tail, somewhat uncertainly. Then Sirius threw his arms around the boy/kitten, hugging him hard. Harry tried to wrap his own arms around the man, but they didn't bend in the same ways as human arms. He ended up with his paws draped over Sirius' shoulders and his tongue enthusiastically lapping at the were-wolf's face.

"Oh, ghod! Your. Breath. Is. Horrible. Harry." Sirius half-grumbled, turning his face side to side to avoid the wettest of the licks. Remus rapped him sharply on the top of his head.

"We talked about this. None of that. He's a cat. We can't all be perfect you know." Remus warned his mate. "No snarking. Be good, Siri." He winked at Lucius, who was very interested in the greeting going on next to him. Harry obviously loved this man. Actually both of them, but especially the dark haired, disheveled man he was licking so enthusiastically.

Lucius watched with interest as Harry was allowed to continue licking his godfather, purring and waving his tail. And Sirius finally had to give up and laugh despite wrinkling his nose at the were-leopard scent. Harry at last backed off, panting with excitement, just as Sirius lost his precarious balance and the two of them tumbled to the floor in a heap of arms and legs, and furry limbs, with one long tail sprouting up from the middle of the tangled pile.

Remus and Lucius exchanged a look. Remus could not hold back an unusually broad grin, one showing all of his slightly sharper than human teeth. And in response Lucius lost his battle with dignity and roared with laughter. Harry's head popped up at the sound and he blinked at his king who was clutching his belly as he chortled. Sirius raised his head up off the floor a moment later, looking as if he wasn't sure if he should be insulted or not. One look at Remus decided him, and he grinned in turn.

"Why don't you sit?" Lucius offered mildly, once they had recovered a bit. He pulled Harry up to sit near him on the couch; personally he thought Harry smelled distractingly wonderful, if a bit like the fish they'd had for breakfast. Indicating the comfortable chairs in front of the couch, he waited until the two were-wolves were seated. "He'll be able to change back soon. Until then, would you care for tea?"

Remus accepted the first cup. And Sirius the second. He glared at the brew. "Could use a pint, instead." He groused, falling into a slight scowl as he sniffed the bland steam. "Or at the very least a butter-beer."

Harry rowled in definite interest at the last, casting a beseeching look at Lucius. Lucius bit his lip to keep from laughing at his Chosen and nodded. "Yes, I would enjoy one myself. But, kittens in animal form do not drink alcohol. You will have to change back, love." His pale blue-grey eyes were affectionate and warm as he regarded Harry, one brow raised in challenge. Harry showed all his teeth.

"Please bring us three pints and a butter-beer." Lucius asked the guardian who appeared in response to the summons. The tall male disappeared out the door once again. "Now, Harry. Concentrate. A deep breath. Relax."

Harry closed his eyes and did his best to obey the quiet instructions. He took a deep, calming breath. He wanted to be human. He wanted to talk. He wanted to have a butter-beer with Remus, Sirius and Lucius. He *liked* butter-beer. He hadn't had one in months. Hadn't missed it until now. But, now, he needed one.

The fur receded slowly from the young man's face, fading back from the taut whiskers. The transformation was gradual, from kitten to youth. At last Harry sat, quite bare, on the couch next to the were-leopard king. Lucius handed him a folded pair of trousers from the back of the couch. Gratefully, Harry slipped them on, just as the tray with the drinks arrived. Harry eyed his tall bottle eagerly, licking his lips, he was, abruptly, so very thirsty.

Lucius solemnly handed it to the young man at his side after serving the guests first. Harry nearly pounced on it. He took a long, delicious pull at the drink, feeling the liquid slide smoothly down his throat. He swallowed, eyes drifting closed, as his thirst was quenched by the cool, tangy taste of the butter-beer. He drew in another mouthful, gulped it down. Sighed and shivered a little. Then he lowered the half finished bottle, smiling happily.

The three men in the room were staring at him. Lucius openly, the look on his face one of intense hunger, Remus with a pink flush to his cheeks, and Sirius in pure shock. Harry felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Lucius reached out and stroked a soothing hand down Harry's side. Harry leaned into the touch, scooting closer to the big, comforting body.

"You are quite beautiful, Harry Potter." Lucius said, not shy about declaring his affection openly in front of these men, who to him, were near strangers. They were important to his lover, and so he wanted them to have no doubt as to how he felt about their friend and godson. Harry looked up into Lucius' handsome face, and the look of adoration was enough to make Lucius' heart swell in his chest.

The sparkling green eyes, the parted lips, the faint pink tinge to the silky, smooth skin. Lucius knew he was lost, and didn't try to fight the impulse that compelled him to lower his face, to cover Harry's mouth with a gentle, loving kiss. His mouth melded to the soft, sweet lips that clung to his own, the chaste kiss blossoming to an open invitation, he allowed himself to give in, a fraction, to send his tongue into the wonderful, warm mouth of his Chosen, to lift his hand and cup the youth's chin. Harry's hands rose to grasp Lucius' arms, to curl around the thick biceps he admired and loved to feel. Making clear his desire to be held closer.

Lucius pulled back from the kiss at the very last instant before he would have tumbled Harry back onto the couch and moved to cover his body with his own. He wanted desperately to tear the recently donned pants from the body he craved, he wanted to sink into it's depths and whisper his love and need into the pale curve of throat that arched so invitingly under his mouth.

Sirius and Remus were both still as statues, pint glasses held in numb fingers as they watched the sensual exchange going on in front of them. Sirius' glass slipped the last little bit, and crashed to the floor, shattering, spilling the drink across the tiles. Unnoticed, and unmourned.

Sirius tried to feel enraged, appalled at the lack of privacy for his godson, wolves were never so overt, but he was not able to deny the sheer beauty of the two were-leopards together. They touched each other with unmistakable love. There was worship in the hands that cradled Harry's face. And the were-leopard king's eyes were filled with....reverence. There was no other word for that look. Lucius Malfoy loved his godson, loved Harry. Sirius took a deep breath, wanting to growl and bite and snarl, prepared for it, but...now, seeing this, he couldn't.

"Harry." He said softly. And waited until the boy's shining face turned to him. It was all he could do not to gasp at the expression that dear face held. "Oh. Harry. I am so glad for you. I am so...pleased. I have no reservations, not now. I wanted you to be with me, so I could care for you, keep you safe, and keep you from being hurt. But, if I had to lose you in order for you to find this.... Then I am grateful, I thank Merlin that you are happy."

"In that case," Draco said, from where he had been standing in the doorway, listening. Yaji loomed behind him, hovering protectively. "I guess we can expect you for the wedding."

Harry whirled around and stared at the other boy. Lucius drew himself up. "What wedding are you referring to, my son?"

"Yours and Harry's." Draco responded with satisfaction. He lifted his chin. "Don't you dare say no, my king, it is time you made it clear what your Chosen means to you."

Lucius regarded his son for a long moment, Harry held his breath as the king deliberated, then Lucius nodded. "Yes, it *is* time."

Harry let out a squeak. And dropped his butter-beer.

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