This story contains copious amounts of homosexual bestiality. This means, lots of weird looking penises, kink, and possible tentacle fucking. This is PORN WITH A PLOT! BE WARNED!
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normal: "blah"
thoughts: 'blah'
parseltongue: ::blah::
"language of the court" aka romanian {::blah::}
Ch 3- Skeeters Boon
"Harry!" The raven haired golden boy was instantly attacked by a mob of bushy brown hair the very moment he and his godfather stepped through the door. "Happy Birthday!" Hermione backed away only enough to let Harry breathe before bombarding him with questions about his summer as he was led into the living room where Tonks, Ron, The Twins, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Fleur, Charlie and the Old Coot himself, sat chatting over the table, immediately turning to him and welcoming him to the table. And thus began the incesscent fussing over his well being by all who were present.
"Harry dear, are you hungry?" molly fussed, standing up to coddle him, going on about how much nicer his hair looked when it was "down too his shoulders like that". Harry grinned when he saw Bill's incredulous eye roll, before holding out his hand to shake.
"Good to see you again, Harry." Harry blushed softly, remembering the time he had flirted with him last Christmas in a drunken stupor. The two had both been drinking far too much (though on Harry's part, far too much was a single shot of the strongest Firewhiskey he could get his hands on), and had both proceeded to snuggle up far too closely. The ending result had been Harry grinding with everything he had against Bills hips; snogging the life out of each other, before he passed out just short of an orgasm. Fleur apparently hadn't forgotten either as she quickly pulled Harry away into a smothering hug.
"Oh 'Arry! Eet az been too long!" she cooed, making sure to let the glimmer of her engagement ring blinded the poor boy, before joining in with Molly as they all but pet his hair in appreciation. Ron shook his head and chuckled when Harry mouthed a plea for help, only taking a seat next to him, enjoying the show with a pitying smirk.
"She's right u know Harry. 'S been too long…" he muttered, trying not to sound too emotional. "How're things?" they both shifted a bit uncomfortably, unused to face to face familiarity.
"Good." Harry shrugged. "Same ol', Same ol'" Ron nodded as they both sat there, not realizing all the activity in the room had stopped to watch them. "I erm…I missed…u know…having u around…" Ron nodded again, not ever having been much f a sentimental guy, and clearly out of his comfort zone.
"Same, mate." They both cracked a smile at each other before realizing the silence and looked up just as Remus stepped in to save the day.
"Oh!" he 'suddenly remembered'. "Harry, I forgot to give you your birthday gift." He reached over the table and handed Harry a small brown paper wrapped package. "It's not much but it's-" he stopped short in leeway of an amused snort as Harry shredded the paper excitedly to find a photo album, filled with pictures and memories of the marauder days at Hogwarts. And there on the front cover was a picture of his parents, smiling as waving up at him as Remus had Sirius pinned against a tree in the background, snogging each other stupid. Harry never noticed the tear that had dripped from his eye as he laughed, watching them rut against each other in the throws of teenage abandon.
"Thanks Remmy. " he beamed as he stood up to hug him. "This is fantastic!"
Harry sat leisurely in a cushy armchair, smiling to himself as he looked through the pages of the album Remus had given him. inside there had been numerous scribbles and notes alongside the photographs, some even extending into arguments about why on earth James would write down what his best mates had done the other night in such detail on the back of a rather suggestive picture of them at the Halloween masquerade, Remus a stereotypical vampire and Sirius in a red cocktail dress, shaved legs and pumps, posing as the feminine victim lying on a futon in the Prefects Study as they made love together. He supposed he should be embarrassed to he his godfathers like that, but to him it was all the more endearing.
Also, it seemed that every time he saw something that nearly brought him to tears, there was always something right after to have him bursting with laughter. He truly wished he could have seen these days face to face. Perhaps he could ask Remus to show him his pensive every so often.
"Harry?" he looked up to see Arthur Weasley knocking the inside of the doorway. "If you could, Dumbledore wants to see you before dinner. The new recruit arrived a few minutes ago and he wants to introduce you two." With a nod Harry stood up, shrunk and pocketed the book, joining Mr. Weasley in the hallway.
"How have you been Harry?" he asked with a friendly grin. "I didn't get to ask you cause I thought you had enough people crowding you earlier." Harry shrugged slightly.
"I've been alright. Dudley and I are on good terms now I think." Arthur gave him a surprised glance. "I know, " Harry agreed with a slight nod. "I was shocked too. But he seemed genuinely sad that I was leaving, he even cracked a joke." Arthur turned to him and his mouth spread into a knowing grin.
"When things come down to it Harry, you'll be surprised at what people hide. Look at Ron." He offered. "Oh, and don't tell him I told you this," he said with slight worry. He knew how temperamental his son could be. "But after third year, he came to me asking he should do. He was in tears when he realized how far away he'd pushed you, especially when he saw how much he missed you. I really didn't know what to say to him other than to stop taunting you. I understand you get enough of that from young Draco."
Harry was silent for a few moments, contemplating what he had just been told. Ron had wanted to be his friend again all this time? Why hadn't he just said so? Then again, this was Ron…and as great a guy as he'd proved he could be, he clung to his pride when it came to grudges. It must have taken a lot just to start mailing him again.
"I didn't know…" he murmured under his breath. A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked up to see Arthur's smiling face.
"I'm just glad you two worked it ou-"
"Harry," they both turned to see Dumbledore in al his eye twinkling glory, standing beside a tall boy of what looked to be eighteen or so. His shoulder length, butter crème-brown hair feathered out in all directions around olive-tanned cheeks that rested just below two glistening, aureloin eyes.
But as obvious as it was who was standing before him, Harry could not believe it. Even when those familiar orbs upturned with the soft, but nonetheless longing smile that graced his thin but pouting lips, some part of him was either in too enveloped in shock, or denial.
"This is Slang Rodrego." Dumbledore's eyes crinkled, expecting the boys to shake hands. But all in the room felt an unforeseen tenseness within the vicinity when neither boy offered a hand. Harry, those who knew him well could see, was thinking rather quickly, the cogs of his mind turning at hypersonic speeds. He inched forward, tilting his head almost invisibly, as if analyzing the newcomer, before shocking the entire room and lifting a hand to Sean's cheek, his fingertips grazing his skin in a questioning way, as if trying to recognize him, just as said boy's hand flew up, taking his wrist in his firm grip.
None were quite sure what had happened. But should you ask any of them if they had expected Mr. Rodrego to suddenly take his other hand and grip the Golden Boys hair, effectively pulling him into a wild kiss.
Both teenagers were lip locked, moaning, and soon against the nearest wall, hands running all over each other as they slowly sank to the floor. Slang couched over Harry as his arms wrapped around his serpentine lover, running his fingers through his newly acquired mane of hair and shivering against the hand that played over the flesh of his stomach.
:: Sheka!:: Harry hissed into his mouth, not giving a second thought to what the onlookers would think. ::Fuck…nnm ah!:: he gasped in pleasant surprise when the tongue in his mouth changed shape, the forked end tickling his throat as his own wrapped around it.
'Oh, FUCK! That's hot!' Harry whimpered up into Sheka's mouth, and arched up into him. ::I… missed you… so…:: Harry's breathing was spastic and heavy, matching that of his serpent's as calloused fingers slid under his shirt. :: God damned much!:: he gave out a tiny squeak when he felt his tongue being drawn into Sheka's mouth, who sucked fiercely, growing like an utter savage.
::Merlin,:: Sheka spoke as best he could between their clashing tongues and tried to pull away enough to be understood. Harry all but ripped out his hair when he pulled him back down, their lips smashing back together. Sheka's throat rumbled with soft, deep laughter. ::I thought I'd go inane without you Carus.:: he whispered as a pair of teeth nibbled at his bottom lip. Ever so slowly, he steadied the pace of their kiss until it was smooth and gentile, chuckling quietly when Harry tried to speed it up once more.
It was then, that Remus had chosen to enter the room, the beaming smile upon his face suddenly reversing into a sneer upon seeing Slang ravaging Harry's mouth as they writhed together on the floor. No, that was not the problem at bay for Lupin. He had no qualms with Harry being with another boy whatsoever. It was the stench that had filled his nostrils when he had entered the room, the stench of mating intent…reptilian mating intent.
::Sheka…ahh!:: Harry licked up at Slang's tongue, flickering them together almost tenderly before connecting their lips again, massaging them together. ::How did you-?:: A fond smile reached Slang's lips as he whispered against Harry's ear, letting his tongue swipe over the edge and ignored the threatening growl behind them. Oh, he knew the werewolf would have been able to smell him. He had counted on it, and was very glad he had told Dumbledore the truth. Surprisingly, he had assisted in creating a cover story; good man, that old fart; if not a tad barmy. Man was a bleed'n kook.
:: Mnnnn…Magic.::
To say the least, Dumbledore was absolutely agog with shock. He had indeed understood the importance of their permission to behave in such a way, as unsettling as it was. Upon his rather extensive meeting with the Basilisk in his office, he had made a detailed plan to help them along.
It had been quite late at night, when Dumbledore had been awoken by a knocking on his door. The man huffed as he lumbered out of bed, scratching his mane of white hair through his night cap. Taking a look into his foe glass, he saw it was not anybody he recognized and quickly pulled his wand out, ready for anything and opened the door.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I presume."*
AN: sheka and dumbles are speaking in portuguise for the time being.
The boy looked to be around seventeen or eighteen, dirty blonde hair…very dirty, with eyes that glowed the brightest yellow he had ever seen. His thin lips curled up into a friendly, but businesslike smile. "You have changed so much in fifty years, the beard sutes you.". Sheka's smile only grew when Dumbledore's jaw slacked open in shock. It was quite the sight to behold to see this man to look so…flabbergasted. He knew the man had already figured out who and what he was.
"Shall we assume you have graciously invited me into your office, Headmaster?" He said, unknowingly quoting the man. " "As I am sure you would do for any creature seeking alliance with wizard kind." This seemed to bring Albus back to the real world. The basilisk wanted to make an alliance?why so sudden? Wouldn't he be on the dark side? What was his game?
:"of course! Come right in." Dumbledore stepped aside and motioned for the King of Serpents to come in and hurriedly transfigured his nightgown into proper robes as he motioned for the creature to sit. "er…would you care for a lemon drop?"he asked nervously, gesturing to his bowl of yellow candy. He knew his Portuguise was fragmented and poor, but if the native creature could speak any other English languages he did not know. It would be rude to ask otherwi-
"would you prefer to launch a caption or translator on my person?" The serpent offered politely, holding up a hand in polite refusal of the sweets. ""I can feel your discomfort."
"may i?"
"absolutely. it would be foolish not to."Dumbledore nodded and waved his wand over the man (boy? snake?) and muttered a soft,
"Traducir Ingles." For a moment Shekah glowed a soft orange aura, which faded as translation charm was completed.
"Now then," continued Sheka with no trace of an accent whatsoever. "I assume you know who I am correct?"
"How could I not Seryeshka of Portugal? You are possibly the last of your kind and have been living here for over a millennium." Dumbledore slowly adjusted to the presence of the creature, however human he looked. It was quite obvious how truly old he was by how he held himself; regal, but not superior, commanding, but not quite intimidating, but above all his golden gaze never left the blue opposite him. He was of ancient royalty, and he knew how to act it without seeming overly conceited like many of the rulers and dictators of today. "But, if I may, why now, of all times to emerge from your home in the Chamber of Slytherin?"
Sheka contemplated weather or not he should tell this human of his plans with his Carus. Several feasible story's came to mind, but unfortunately, none sounded genuine or urgent enough for his purposes and in the end decided to tell him everything.
"You may want to get comfortable, Headmaster. This will be quite the tale to tell."
This was a matter of more importance than almost all else. Indeed, with the King and Prince of serpents on the side of the Light, they might have a chance against the Dark. 'How tragic though,' he thought as he watched the two reacquaint themselves. 'that Fate has thrust so much onto one pair of shoulders.'
"Did I miss something?" Ron lifted an eyebrow to the strangely calm headmaster, watching as his best mate and the new guy writhed in each others arms. Hermione muttered over at him, lifting a hand to hide the grin on her lips.
"Didn't Dumbledore tell you? He's a Parselmouth too." Ron gaped at her, unbelieving at how casual she was about the two, as he pointed at them.
"I knew that! What the hell are they doing?"
At Ron's outburst, Harry and Slang finally relaxed and resorted to a slow, passionate embrace, gazing into each others eyes as if they were long lost lovers, before ending their public display and collecting themselves. When they looked up, all eyes were on them in stunned silence
"Er…not to seem rude." Ron decided to break it. "But, what the bloody, fucking buggery in hell just happened?"
Sheka stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom with his hands behind his head. It would be very difficult to change his nocturnal habits in a single month in preparation for Hogwarts. True he was very skilled in Parselmagicks and Wandless, but if he was to become what he intended, he would need to learn the arts of Human Wizardry. And as it happened, He rather looked forward to meeting his brothers and sisters in Slytherin. He did not doubt he would be in the house of snakes, as he was the child of Salazar himself, but the thought of Ravenclaw appealed to him as well. Even Hufflepuff sounded better than Gryffindor. He refused to be in the house of his Father's capturer and hoped that when he was sorted on September 1st, he would be able to converse with him for the first time in centuries, if only for a moment.
It was then he truly realized what was happening in real depth. Harry, his dear Harry was allowing him a chance to court him, to love him, to eventually contemplate the bearing of his eggs. He would finally have a family, a true fa-
SLAM! Sheka found himself torn from the comfort of his bed and pinned to the wall, a clawed hand squeezing his neck as he struggled against it. Two equally golden eyes glared viciously at him and the stench of feral possessiveness filling his oversensitive nose gagging him worse than the hand that choked him.
"I know what you are, Slang…" the Remus hissed at him threateningly. "so give me one good reason why I shouldn't hand you over to the Dementors right now." Sheka's feet dangled just above the floor as he clawed futilely at the grip of the savage creature, gasping for air as he smirked habitually.
"you don't think…gahh…Albus knows…Werewolf?" he hissed back as best he could. "He recruited me because I am Serpentine." At that, Remus' grip lessened and he set Sheka to the floor, but his hand did not leave his throat, but his eyes grew all the more animal like, almost to the point of appearing insane. He recognized this from his month of studying in the Hogwarts library, during his adaptation coaching. This was no longer Remus, this was the Werewolf itself.
"I don't know what you think you are playing at, serpent." Moony growled menacingly, bearing his canines as the quarter moon shone through the window. "But I warn you now, if you so much as look at my Harry again I will slaughter you beyond recognition of anything but a bloody pile of fecal matter." Sheka's eyes hardened as he allowed his face to contort, reverting into a Voldemort like appearance as he threw back his own threat.
::If you intend to usurp my mate in such a way as I think you are implying, I'll-::
{:: Empty threat Naga, you know as well as I that my kind stand above you in the Conciliu de Creaturi. I would be granted Matehood of the Human should it come to that.::} Moony grinned almost evily. It brought him great pleasure that he had such power over this welp of a Snake. But his glee was shortlived, as the boy's lipless mouth stretched into a smug grin.
{::then I am lucky that I am basilisk, am I not?::}Sheka chuckled out in the language of their court andin an instant, Moony's face flashed from confusion, to realization, to shock, to fear and finally, furry.
{:: you think that will stop me? Harry is mine! I will not let some garden snake take him from me!::} Moony's hair stood on end, as he roared out, glad he had cast a silencing barrier before approaching Slang, who swung his arm out bashing him across the face, sending the werewolf to the floor with remarkable strength.
{:: Do not take that tone with me, you flea ridden mongrel!::} he hissed, fangs exposed and quite literally dripping venom from how tense his jaw was as he spoke. {::I am second only to Fawks himself! You dare defy me? You dare attempt to steal my mate from me; Emperor of the reptiles!::} his eyes narrowed as he lifted the second to outermost lid of his eyes as a warning. As he reverted back to English making sure Remus understood this threat as well as Moony.
"I could paralyze or kill you just by looking you in the eye, mutt." He hummed, almost seductive in his threat. "Don't give me reason to take advantage of my gifts…" his face split into an evil grin. "You would not survive." With that, Sheka stood up, his face once more as human as he could get it and walked out of the room, leaving Remus and his other side to ponder his warning as he went to the library to sleep among the precious tomes.
"She-er…Slang…Slang wake up." Sheka felt the soft caress of his mate's magic as he was nudged from his sleep. "Slang cummon, it's Thursday, remember? We have to get our School supplies."
"Nnnhh…" Sheka swatted a hand through the air as he pulled his bed covers over his head. Why did humans sleep during the night? it was so unnatural! ::Leave off Carus! I'm tired!::
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled to himself as he begged to not have to resort to his now daily routine of dragging the snake out of bed. He decided to use his secret weapon before the traditional, snuggling and whining.
"Fine then, I'll just ask Remus to help me out today. I'm sure he wouldn't mi-"
"IM UP! I'M UP!" Sheka leaped from the bed and ran to the bathroom to relieve himself as Harry suppressed a giggle. He really had no idea what Sheka and Remus had against each other, but over the past three weeks, if they were both in the room hell practically boiled over and spilled out through their eyeballs. The sheer loathing they had for each other was seemingly unfounded other than they were both territorial creatures, but what they were so …"begh", about nobody quite knew. However it seemed to revolve around a certain green eyed wonder boy.
Only seconds after Sheka had entered the bathroom, he emerged in full everyday garb and sped over to Harry.
"CUMMON! CUMMON LETS GO BEFORE HE WAKES UP!" he urged as they ran down the stairs.
"Slang! Ow! hey!" Harry stumbled after him down the stairs into the living room where everyone was waiting, including Remus, who visibly tensed when he saw Harry's fingers linked with Slang's. But as soon as the scowl lit his face with the flames of hell it shifted into an affectionate smile.
"You ready to go Cub?" he placed a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the look of a thousand massacres he received from the snake.
"Yup." Harry glanced over to Ron and Hermione, who were currently trying their hardest not to look too anxious to get done with their school shopping and return to their shared bedroom. "Will it be okay if I break off with you three and show Slang around the alley? The two nodded.
"Sure thi-"
"Absolutely not." Remus said in an overly paternal tone. "You may be of age Harry, but you could still get into trouble. Think of what Albus would do to me if I let you go off like that with no supervision."
"Actually I think it's a splendid idea Remus." Dumbledore's Fabled twinkle glimmered almost threateningly at the man, warning him not to interfere in this. "it will be a good chance for them to spend some quality time together."
"But Albus-"
"I agree with Remus." Snape sneered. "As much as I hate to admit. But you cannot deny the fact that the press will be swarming around him should the catch a glimpse of that." he gestured to the hand that had discreetly made its way into Harry's back pocket. "And we cannot risk his head swelling any more than it has, and don't you dare make a pun out of that you imbeciles." He turned to glare at the twins who were pretending to swoon and blush.
Surprising as it was, Harry and Sheka both enjoyed a relatively calm afternoon. They had both purchased all of their supplies and spell books, short of a new wand for the latter, which consequently was their next stop. And as they stepped into the newly refurbished Wand shop, they were greeted by what looked like a mix between Luna Lovegood and a female Ollivander.
"Welcome, young Harry." she gave him a serine, and knowing smile. "I am Ester Ollivander. What can I do for you and your gentleman caller?" Harry could not hold back the color that crawled across his cheeks as Sheka stepped forward, his smile at par with hers.
"I am in need of a wand, Miss. Olivander. Is that possible for one such as myself?" he lifted a smirking eyebrow to her, to which she sniggered.
"Of course childe." She said almost mockingly. Harry couldn't help but wonder when he saw a glimmer of gold in her otherwise creamy blue eyes when she turned around into the back, coming out only a moment later with a hand carved alabaster box, inlayed with an ebony serpent.
"I have waited so long to finally take this from the shelves." She placed the case gingerly into Sheka's hand and watched as his eyes slowly took on a dreamy state.
:: My father's wand…:: he whispered serenely as he opened the case to see a pitch black wand of petrified oak, the tip of the handle adorned with a white sapphire that gleamed even with the near absence of light in the shop. He took it in his hand in the most tender way, and Harry couldn't help but blush at the show of passion he had for this seemingly simple tool. He had so much emotion pent up behind his slightly formal exterior. He was so intense, and it came as no surprise when he flicked the wand ever so slightly and a wave of metallic green illuminated his entire person before fading.
"Well…" he said to Harry. "I think were done here." He grinned, his demeanor back to its old self and he pulled a small handful of gold out of his own pouch to hand to Miss. Olivander.
::Thank you, massster.:: She took the gold in her hand, the gold in her eyes quite obvious now, though probably only because she allowed it. ::I look forward to ssseeing you and Mr. Potter again sssoon.::
"Thank you Miss. It was nice meeting you." Harry bid farewell as he and Sheka left through the front door as the wand was stored in the holster he now wore on his arm. The sun shone brightly overhead as they wandered down the street looking at the shops they had not stopped by during their shopping excursion. Hand in hand and fingers linked, the two chattered ecstatically about classes and such, Harry mostly focusing on his Auror curriculum, and Sheka prattling on non stop about seeing history from a wizards point of view as they sat down in front of the ice cream shop, sharing a Lemon Sorbet Swirl.
"It must be exciting; the Goblin Wars, and the history of the Dark lords of past, all here in these little books." He jittered giddily as he pointed to one paragraph. "And right here it talks about the history of my people!" he exclaimed half in amusement half in irritation. "Only a paragraph! Can you imagine how well my kind has kept hidden in society? Even the Ollivander's! They're one of the oldest of our Noble families."
"So she is Basilisk!" Harry exclaimed excitedly taking a spoonful of sorbet into his mouth. "How many of you are there?"
"Enough to give us a proper place in the Conciliu de Creaturi but not so many that we could be revealed so easily." Sheka announced proudly. "I am the last of the True Slytherin's. Salazar was originally a Fey before he took upon his mate's name, Branco de Slytherin." Sheka gazed his partner squeezing his hand. "And soon I hope you will one day take my name as well." Harry looked up at him and found his face was growing quite hot much in contrast to the spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. Slowly but surely he found himself drawn into those deep golden eyes, just like all those years past when he was twelve; the same hypnotic gaze that was pulling him closer and closer to the lips that were now only centimeters away.
Sheka's heart was pounding a mile a minute. Harry was so close he could see the flecks of silver in his emerald eyes. His cheeks flushed so perfectly that he couldn't stop his hands from reaching up, cupping them in his hands. He wanted so much to take him as his own, throwing propriety and tradition to the wind. But he knew he could not, and so settling for the next best thing, he pressed his lips against Harry's, nibbling on his lower lip hearing the softest of moans in his ears as his Carus' fingers entwined in his hair.
SNAP!
Harry and Sheka jumped and smacked fore heads at they turned to see a short, uncomely photographer accompanies by nothing less than the bane of every celebrity in wizarding Brittan.
"Harry, darling!" purred the over-made redhead as she sauntered over pulling out a notebook and Quick Quotes Quill. "How nice to see you again!" she giggled girlishly and sat down next to Sheka. Harry glanced over to him mentally begging for help, but he only smiled courteously, giving him a wink of reassurance.
"You must be the famous Miss Skeeter." He smirked at her, taking the hand she offered and kissed the back, hiding his disgust at the overwhelming scent of sex and cheap perfume. "I have heard so much about you."
Harry scowled at her and her gall to actually flutter her fake eyelashes at his mate. How dare, she! Sheka chuckled deeply when he saw Harry's face and quickly kissed his hand as well.
::No need to be jealous Harry. :: he ignored Skeeter's gasp as her quill went on a rampage about how "the sultry hiss of his Parseltongue Lover spreads a delicate blush over the Golden Boys cheeks."
::This is going to do much more good than bad in the end. And they will leave you alone faster than if you avoided them.:: he smiled and kissed the corner of his lips.
::Sheka…you don't know what she's like.:: he growled back, though his scowl had turned pouty.
:: Tell her the truth and don't leave openings for manipulation and selective fragments. Father had to deal with this as well.::
::But-mnnnhh:: Harry was cut off by another kiss, this one much stronger. "Mnn fine alright." He turned to Skeeter, his face plastered with a smile, however as a hand entwined with his, it became genuine.
"What would you like to know?" he asked looking her straight in the face. A thirsty gleam shone in her beetle black eyes as she put away her QQQ, pulling out her personal quill. She knew this was one story that would be juicy enough by itself.