Okay I know I asked for suggestions but, really, I'm very wary of FF. Net not letting me upload any more chapters to this story, either, and so have taken the first choice away from whoever is going to be reading this. Not really sorry, because this is fun. Also, this chapter contains a slash pairing. You know the drill. Welcome to Sky High.

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Harry was very disoriented. He had never jumped worlds before, so it was an understandably disorienting experience. He imagined that, once he got used to the sensation, he would stop being disoriented. And realised that he was Harry Potter, and so not that lucky. Looking around, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. It just looked liked a place from a movie or something. Maybe a school or something? Harry stood up, a bit shakily, and brushed himself off. He didn't want to ruin his only pair of clothes, no matter how much it looked like he was about to go out.

Harry could feel his tail swishing out behind him as he walked, the new appendage foreign but feeling as natural as any other part of his body. Harry stared at the sky a bit as he walked, it was beautiful – but the clouds seemed really close. There was something wrong with this picture. With where he was. His clawed fingers curled into fists and relaxed again, before Harry subconsciously repeated the action.

Looking around, Harry decided that he should get as far away from 'here' as possible, even if he didn't know where 'here' was. The hairs on the back of his neck had risen, his instincts were screaming and everything in his body point to the conclusion that something was not right and something bad was about to happen.

Naturally, Harry walked faster.

He heard somebody shout something, but it was indistinct and Harry wasn't in the mood to be done trespassing. Harry focused on his walking, noticing that he'd probably not sashayed his hips this much before he'd merged with his inner animal, and placed one foot in front of the other. Except when he tried to put his foot down, there was no ground to stand on. Harry threw his body weight back, trying as hard as he could to not fall into whatever gaping abyss he'd tried to step off.

And then arms were tucked around his waist and Harry was being tugged back. Harry got a glimpse of the 'gaping abyss' and realised he could see … houses? A suburban area? He almost fell into suburbia? Now, if Harry hadn't wanted to fall down there before, this would've been enough to knock sense into his head.

Harry was not a fan of suburbia.

"Hey! Are you alright?" The voice was deep, but there was a bounce to the mans words that reminded Harry of the Creevy brothers. Always happy and bouncing and those perpetual smiles… but the guy had just assisted Harry, so he wasn't complaining. Harry looked up into the eyes of his kind of saviour (because, honestly, Harry would've fallen safely on his arse, maybe a foot dangling over the edge. All this guy did was save him from hurting his tail.)

"Thank you for your assistance." Harry said, giving a brief smile to the man he didn't know, before quickly extricating himself from his grasp. Once more Harry smoothed out his clothes, ignoring the way that every single wrinkle disappeared as soon as he touched it, before looking up again. At almost sixteen, Harry had yet to hit his major growth spurt. He was barely taller than Hermione, so he wanted that growing done soon. So yes, he did have to look up at the brunette.

His hair was a bit shorter than Harry's, curling around his ears, his eyes were light brown and, for some reason, he was wearing the colours of the Union Jack. In his peripheral vision, Harry could see several people hurrying towards them. He seemed to been ignorant of their approach but he was completely aware of every living thing near him.

Also, awkwardly, he knew exactly how long it would take for the person standing in front of him to bleed out if he ripped out his jugular with his teeth. Unconsciously, Harry realised that he was rubbing his tongue between his teeth, and that it was starting to bleed from the rough treatment. So, alright, raise your hand if you think having thoughts about ripping about a jugular with your teeth is just the teensiest bit creepy.

Harrys hand twitched with the urge.

"Ah, I'm Will Stronghold. Why'd you just try to walk off the edge of the school? I mean, I've never seen you around before, but I'm sure that whatever it is isn't worth trying to kill yourself." He looked a lot awkward, and a bit like a kicked puppy. He was one of those genuinely nice people – one who couldn't imagine the idea of self inflicted harm, especially of the suicide type. Harry had been like that once, he was pretty sure, but school, the Wizarding World, the Dursleys and Voldemort had beat the shit out of that Harry and left him to die on the side of the road of life, somewhere.

"Hello Will, I'm Harry. I was not trying to kill myself. I promise. I just did not realise that this school, apparently, floats." AS much as Harry wanted to tell Will about all the things that would be worth jumping for, Harry didn't want to break the boy. Life, he was sure, would take care of that. There was a look of missed relief and confusion on the boys face, and Harry wondered when he'd become so cynical.

"That's great! But how did you not notice the school you attend floats?" He queried and Harry chuckled.

"I don't go to school here. I just woke up here. The first thing you think of when you wake up somewhere strange is not, surprisingly, a floating school." The people were within ear shot, now, and Wills brow furrowed.

"I don't understand." Will said, his eyes flicking up to Harrys head, and then to his tail, still flicking in slight agitation, and finally back up to his eyes.

"Maybe you could explain to everyone, then, how you came to be here." The woman had black hair and wore a white suit and a stern look. Harry turned to her, looking at the people gathered with her for a few seconds, before turning his attention back to her. They appeared content to let her talk to him, and not a single one was poised to attack.

"I don't know the exact mechanics of it but when I was walking around before, I was at home, when I woke up, I was … over there." Harry pointed to the patch of crushed grass that signified the place he'd woken up in.

"I don't know what knocked me out or how I came to be here. Where are we?" Harry told not one lie. He had no idea of the specifics of dimensional travel. She eyed him for a few seconds, measuring him and his words, before nodding.

"You're in Maxville, specifically at Sky High." Harry looked at her, one fine eyebrow raising slowly.

"Sky High. Not cliché in the slightest." Harry said, before smiling pleasantly, not particularly caring at the fact that the tips of some of his teeth had flecks of blood from his tongue. The woman noticed, and her smile hardened once more.

"My name is Principal Powers." She held out her hand. Harry ignored it. Shaking hands probably wouldn't be a good idea until he figured out how to get along with his claws. It was a miracle his clothes were tear free. Harry held up a hand and wiggled his fingertips at her.

"I'm Harry, and shaking hands with me can be a tad dangerous." She took in his claws, and nodded before moving to the side and gesturing for him to start towards the school.

"We'll talk more in my office. Mr. Stronghold, Mr. Peace, Miss Williams. I don't know what you're doing out of your classes, but I'm sure you are missed. Would you mind making sure they get back, Boomer?" She asked the man, who Harry had just noticed was wearing oddly short shorts, who nodded and shepherd the kids towards a side building, while Harry was guided towards the main entrance.

Harry turned his head and called out to Will, who was still looking at him as if Harry living was the only thing he wanted for Christmas.

"Thanks again." Harry said, and received a blinding smile in return.

-….-

Once more, Harry was on the receiving end of a smile that was filled with too much tooth and entirely too little menace. The smile was real and genuine, which was odd because Harry had only ever received smiles filled with so much tooth before a game of Harry Hunting and from Barty Crouch Junior.

Principal Power, upon somehow prying the fact that he had no parents and his legal guardian had just died (like hell he would tell her about the Dursleys, no matter how good she had proved to be with subtle interrogation techniques), had arranged for enrolment in her school and temporary placement with the Strongholds, who were apparently upstanding members of the normal and superhero community.

And gee, didn't that just make the little boy in him hard.

And wow, wasn't that the best way in the world of expressing that sentiment.

After Harry had given up on his hopes of his parents coming to save him, he'd turned his attention to superheroes. Wonder Man, Ghost Rider, The Incredible Hulk, Hawkeye, U.S. Agent, Namor the Submariner and the Human Torch – ironically an android. All comics scavenged from Dudley, many were decades old and scavenged from the attic and Vernon Dursleys old collection.

At least they had an excuse for not helping him - saving the world was more important.

The school he was in was filled with future superheros, and he was being sent to live with real superheros. Which actually explained a lot about the blinding smile and the whole genuinely nice with no ulterior motives thing.

But the best part about this new world, he felt, was that Principal Powers didn't think he was fifteen. He was, apparently, almost seventeen and, as such, would be in classes with Will Stronghold. Harry had no idea how she'd come to the conclusion that he, Harry Potter, was almost seventeen, but he wasn't about to argue. Apparently he was now in his second last year of schooling. A … junior? Maybe?

Didn't matter, really, he hadn't been in conventional schooling since before he turned eleven. He'd fail the classes, but it wasn't his home world so he didn't really care. Harry had a lot of questions about the whole different dimensions thing (which he really, really should've asked before he'd agreed) but there were no eccentrically dressed wizards around, so Harry leashed his rare burning desire for knowledge (but always insatiable desire for answers) and followed Will to the buses.

"… and I'll introduce you to my friends on the bus, we all catch the same one, except for Warren but that's because he's a Senior and lives in a completely different direction to us. My parents won't be there when we get home, but I think Mum said she'd have snacks ready by the time we get there." Harry nodded, and Will continued to gush about things Harry didn't really care about. His mind was slightly distracted from all the stares he was getting.

Come on!

They were all kids with powers! With no Boy Who Lived thing, surely he should be normal, fit into the normal, or quasi-normal in this case, world of the super people and not stared at!

But, apparently, tails weren't common. (He would black out momentarily on the bus ride home, having caught his reflections – and his ears – but no one would notice, and Harry sure as hell wouldn't point it out.) Will didn't seem to notice his discomfort or the people staring at Harry, and continued to ramble about Magenta and Zach and Ethan and Layla.

Harry hoped that Will was dating Layla because, from that tone of voice, the boy had it bad. He'd probably mentioned already if they were dating, but Harry hadn't been listening. They approached the buses, and Harry realised he'd never been on a bus. Surely, the Knight Bus didn't count. It was large and yellow and so obnoxious Harry was reminded of the Knight Bus, once more. The bus doors were open and Harry followed Will in. The bus driver barely spared him a glance, at first, but then the man lifted his head from his book and followed Harry down the aisle. And his eyes better have been watching Harrys tail, or else Harry was going to file a complaint.

Sitting down next to Will, he smiled at Wills friends. A red headed girl smiled back, and Harry was sure that she and Will had practiced together as children. She was introduced as Layla, and Harry was not surprised. Next came Magenta, who gave him the most painful grimace of a smile, and Harry decided he liked her. Then came Zach, who was very … bright. Just not in the conventional two plus two is four kind of way. In the two plus two equals a pencil so I can gouge out my bloody eyes, kind of way. Ethan was introduced last, and he was wearing orange. Harry had never seen anybody orange to that extent before.

It was not refreshing, in the least.

They talked for a few minutes, Harry mainly just evading questions about his life, before Magenta pointed out his crisp British accent. Harry was about to reply (and maybe lie a bit) but then Will told him to turn around. And then Harry was made so unbelievably uncomfortable. Sitting facing the wrong way in his seat had been good for his tail. Sitting facing forwards, with what looked like rollercoaster safety bars strapping him in, was not.

Walking off the bus half an hour later, slightly nauseous, Harry reached around to massage his tail. It was all kinked up. Harrys ears were flat against his hair, and his claws were much more of a hindrance than a help. Will and Layla watched him, with no little amusement, as he grumbled about the bus trip, contorting his body in a way that probably should have been physically possible to reach all of his tail.

"Come on Harry, I'll show you my house." And Harry was walked home by the most sickening couple in existence. Their hands were clasped, and they talked with pet names and occasionally a slightly slurring of the words that almost bordered on cooing and slight baby talk. They reached Wills house and Harry found that Layla lived next door.

Harry knew that spending an inordinate amount of time with the deplorable duo was in his near future.

Why couldn't he be sent to a world filled with fighting and action. Or, at the very least, someone for him to snuggle with – without all the cooing and giggling – and with much more heavy petting and rutting. Hey, he was not yet sixteen – leave him alone. He can be as hormone ridden as he liked, because there was absolutely nothing to be done about releasing that sexual tension in this world. Maybe in the next world he wouldn't be a school student forced to cohabit with the boy wonder and his lovey dovey little fern. And Merlin, that was so creepy he'd never be able to look at shrubbery again.

But he was Harry Potter, and he was not that lucky.

-...-

But damn if Warren Peace didn't look sexy in leather.

Harry had been introduced to the older teen, and was glad that no one knew him well enough to know that that flick of his tail meant he was extremely interested in the man. Actually, Harry didn't even know how he knew that was a tail flick of lust. Maybe the fact that he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact with the eighteen year old hero, and that the last time he'd felt like this, Charlie Weasley had smiled at him.

Harry was, again, grateful that no one had picked up on his fifteen year oldness. Because then he wouldn't have a ice creams chance near Dudley during summer in Surrey. The man controlled fire, Harry could feel his body heat from more than a foot and a half away. Harry had always been a fan of warmth, and now he was part jungle cat, well he just wanted to curl up in a tempting patch of sun and sleep the day away.

Or curl around Warren Peace and do something decidedly not innocent.

And yesterday he was bitching about not having anyone to call a fern! Okay, he would never call Warren Peace a fern, probably because the man looked like he would char grill Harry is the teen tried. A number of decidedly illicit thoughts raced through his mind as he let the hyper babble of Will wash over him, occasionally broken up by the deep timbre that was Warren Peace.

Will must've noticed that he'd zoned out, because a hand suddenly waved in his face. Harry was startled, jerking back quickly, Harry would forever be embarrassed by his next movement. Lips curled back, sharp teeth bared, Harry fell back to his instincts and hissed at Will, one clawed hand coming up in a way that meant he was readying for a strike. There was a seconds lapse before Warren chuckled, and then Will laughed as well.

And then Harry blushed, lowering his arm.

Okay, acting like a wild animal in front of Warren Peace when it was not some kinky role play, not cool. Hissing and almost taking a swipe at his temporary housemate? Not nice. Instinct? Unfortunately. But still, they shouldn't be laughing at him. Harry glared, and his bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout as he crossed his arms, careful of Sirius' silk shirt. His clothes had been washed the previous night, even though Will had tried to lend his own this morning, it hadn't worked out.

Apart from the fact that they were ill fitting, Harrys claws caught in ways they never seemed to in Sirius' clothes. Harry had apologised immensely for shredding Wills clothes like that. Then a bell rang, once and then another extremely short trill, and people started moving through the hallways with slightly more purpose, but not much.

"Save the Citizen!" Will said, bouncing down the hallway and forgetting Harry. Of course, the patriotic boy would be one of the only ones to surge towards gym, wherever it was. Warren looked at him, and Harry struggled a blush. A smirk spread over Warrens face, and Harry knew he'd failed in the fight.

"So, you're part cat." Harry sniffed, the two of them walking slowly down the hallway.

"Black panther, if you must know." Warren looked at him, eyes taking in the raven black hair (fur, if you wanted to get technical) and then the lily white skin.

"I thought that the skin colour of black panthers was a mixture of blue, black, grey and purple?" He asked, and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I thought that fire was supposed to be hot." Harry said, and Warrens lips quirked in a smirk.

"Oh Kitty, I saw you watching me earlier." Harry wasn't sure whether to blush or scowl, and so did both.

"Don't call me Kitty." Harry warned him, and Warren said nothing. They continued walking to the gym in silence, Warren opening the door for Harry, his body angled in such a way that Harry hat to physically brush past him to enter. And, okay, to be fair not only was Warrens body attractive, but his body heat probably singed Harry a bit. Walked in behind Harry, Warren leant closer to him, his lips brushing Harrys ear and Harrys tail brushing his legs.

"I was watching you too, Kitty." And then he walked over to the standings, Harry practically turning red in his wake, before the wizard decided that hey, you know what? This was his vacation time. He wasn't going to be here forever, so he was going to enjoy the time he had in this world. And if, maybe, Warren wanted to help him in his enjoyment, then the pyrokinetic could certainly do so.

Harry followed Warren to the stands, sitting just a tad too close than was probably socially acceptable, but Warren just gave him a knowing smirk and leant back a bit, leaning against the empty row behind him in a way that angled his body just so. Harry saw many appreciative looks thrown Warrens way, Harrys mismatched gaze the most frequent to rake over the relaxed body and, if anyone had asked, Warren would have said the most welcome.

-..-

Okay to tell you the truth, Harry hadn't really explored what he could do with his newly minted 'I'm kind of an animagus but mostly just a freak' card. Sure, his ears almost automatically swivelled to catch was seemed like every bloody sound within a five mile radius (which, in a school, was a hell of a lot) and that he had claws and a kind of cool tail now – but facing two 'villains' with superpowers of turning into a hulking mass of bloody rock and … was that a laser – from his eyes? Oh, okay, yeah – he could totally do this.

For the love of fuck, he didn't want to be down here.

At least he had protective gear. Kind of.

Turning towards his partner, he wondered what her power was. She'd been picked by the opposition, which didn't really give Harry much hope. She smiled a bit sheepishly, before turning into a ball and back again. She gave a apologetic shrug, and Harry chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure this all cosmetic, mate, so we're even." He told her quietly, and held out his hand for her to shake it. She did, and then the buzzer went, signalling that it was the start of the game. Watching the 'struggling' doll of a citizen, Harry wondered if they'd ever used real citizens, and kind of hoped they'd lost often – if they were stupid enough to volunteer.

The two 'heroes' stood, a bit awkwardly, and the crowd started to boo them. Harry flipped them off, while the two villains just laughed.

"Heroes! If you don't try and save your citizen – I'll give you a week of DETENTION!" He screamed the last word, visible sound waves travelling towards them. His partner turned into a ball and bounced off the walls. Harry, for obvious reasons, couldn't do that. Instead he was blown off his feet. Luckily he contorted his body enough, though, that he landed lightly and gracefully on all fours. He stood up and glared at the gym teachers.

Harry could use his wand, but it was actually in the bag he'd been lent at the moment. After all, why would he need it? No matter how humiliating this could get, introducing magic to a foreign world could be disastrous.

"Come on Harry!" Both Will and Layla yelled from the stands and Harry nodded, sighing. Might as well see what he could do. Harry tried to the obvious approach. He walked straight up to the whirring machine of death and spiky things, and looked at the squeaking dummy. Suddenly he felt compelled to save her…! Not really. The voice it used to cry out was annoying, and Harry was really trying to get over his saving people thing.

A laser beam hit him on his arse, and Harry span around, ears back and eyes narrowed.

"Oh, that's not appropriate behaviour. I'm gonna have to confiscate those." Harry told him, before starting towards the teen with promise of payback in his eyes. The kid shot a beam at his feet, hoping to trip Harry up. Our furred hero merely started to run on all fours, reaching his intended target faster than he would have otherwise. His sharp nails glinted in the light as he gracefully propelled himself upright, arm coming up to strike (somewhere in the area of his eyes) and he was thrown away by the rock guy.

Harry flipped in the air once more, wondering if he should run away and become an acrobat or a gymnast, and landed on his feet, against the wall that might have been made of plexiglass. Or maybe plexiplastic, or maybe something cheap and school like. Harry had his feet on the ground once more, and the ball girl suddenly appeared next to him. Harry remembered that they should probably save the citizen and whispered his plan to her. She nodded and turned into a ball, Harry kicking her towards the dummy.

Harry quickly distracted their opponents, however, by racing towards them again, dodging the laser beam blasts and easily keeping his balance even as fists of rock pounded at the floor, sending shock waves through the wooden ground.

And then Harry was clambering up the large rock surface, also known as Larry, apparently, his sharp fingers easily finding purchase. The teen cried out in pain, Harrys fingers digging in and his friends laser shots hitting his body not bringing him any form of pleasure. A buzzer sounded, however, and Harry back flipped off Larry, landing on his feet, and smiling at his hero partner with a dummy on the floor by her feet.

Harry high fived her as he walked past, and back up into the stands. He quickly rid himself of the protective plates, throwing them onto a pile, and he straightened his clothing as he walked up to where his group of current acquaintances sat. They all congratulated him, except Warren. The supposed bad boy hothead merely nodded to him. It was while everyone was enthralled in the next game that he spoke.

"Kittys got claws." He noted, looking at the sharpened points that were supposedly finger tips.

"And I bite." Harry promised. Warren leant towards him a bit, raising an eyebrow.

"I'll hold you to that, Kitty." He smirked and reached up, tweaking one of Harrys cat ears. The reaction that Harry had was unexpected for both parties. Almost every bone of Harrys body melted at the touch, and a slight noise could be heard coming from the back of Harrys throat. Harry would, if ever asked, flat out deny that it was a moan. Warren swore, up and down, that Harry had moaned, shifted closer and tilted his head so that Warren had better access to his ear.

We, of course, are aware that Warren Peace is a liar and, obviously, Harry would never do anything like that.

Except that, by the end of that game of Save the Citizen, Harry was curled into Warrens side, and the now smirking pyrokinetic was rubbing Harrys ears, a gentle purr rumbling from his chest that Warren could feel against his side more than hear. Will, completely enthralled by the people below, didn't notice. Ethan melted into a puddle, Zach started to glow faintly, a blush staining his cheeks, Layla giggled and Magenta raised an eyebrow, smirk on her lips.

Later than afternoon, while Mr and Mrs Stronghold are out saving the world, Layla drags will outside to talk to the plants. Warren looks across the empty lounge room to Harry, and there is complete stillness for all of two seconds before the two meet in the middle of the room. Because, honestly, Harry isn't the only hormone ridden adolescent in the room.

And Warren found he had a soft spot for cat boys who could contort their bodies, land on their feet and – goddamnit – could purr when they sucked him off.

Will had snuck back inside for a few seconds, to make sure his best friend and new room mate were getting along. He'd distracted Layla – she didn't want him going back in there, for some reason – and soon found out why his Girlfriend should never, ever be obeyed. For at least six months, Will wouldn't sit on the lounge. He insisted it be completely cleaned twice and then, just to make sure, he finally convinced his mother to get it upholstered.

Neither of them noticed Will intrude, and Harry wouldn't have care anyway. This was his vacation, damn it, and there wasn't going to be anyone telling him what he could or could not do. No Dursleys, no Hermione, no rules. Warren would have ignored Will anyway because, really, the kid was a prude. They were only mostly naked, after all, and not going at it in the truest sense of the word.

Harry got his heavy petting and rutting. Afterwards, neither felt awkward at all, and laughed and joked until Layla and a traumatised Will wandered back in. Mutual attraction was something Harry was not used to, and it was nice. Actually, he wouldn't mind staying in Maxville indefinitely, and maybe he'd even put up with a little hand holding. Warren was a good guy, and not overly nice and smiley, which Harry appreciated.

Harry was having a good time.

So Harry wasn't too surprised, just really bloody angry, when he disappeared the next morning, the worried, panicked and astonished faces of Will, Warren and Layla all coming closer towards him before he blacked out.

He didn't even get to hold Warrens hand.

Or get his ears petted again.

Because, now that Harry had discovered a weakness, he was not letting anyone see it again.

Except maybe if he ended up with Warren again, because the man had hands like a god.