[A/N] Here's the next chapter as promised! I've been waiting all week to write it! I hope you guys like this chapter! Because Madam Sullivan is making a guest appearance!
This chapter takes a huge turn from the movie, so there will be a lot of different things.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Howl's Moving Castle, and I probably never will.
Harry entered Howl's bedroom for the second time today; the first was when he had to dress-with poor enthusiasm- and lay a sleeping Howl into his bed. He was met with the most stunning sight he'd ever seen, Howl was laying on his back with his sleek and shining ebony hair sprawled out behind him.
He was wearing an elegant, white nightshirt, and the oriental style covers that surrounded his bed showed only his chest. Harry felt as if he were in a daze and soon found himself yearning to touch the man before him.
Harry silently walked up to Howl and gazed at his sleeping face, he felt an uncontrollable urge to place his lips on the others. So, without disturbing Howl from his sleep he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was hovering over Howl. He slowly lowered himself and pressed his lips against the sleeping mans.
It took all of his willpower to not moan in pleasure, Howl's lips were soft like silk, and tasted honey. He felt himself craving more, and just as he was about to grant himself that, the odd looking chime-consisting of several gems and wire- hanging above Howl's bed began to spin and make a distinct ringing noise.
Howl's eyes snapped open and his body quickly fell forward, causing Harry to fall off the bed harshly. "The Witch of the Waste is trying to find my castle!" He yelled, and Harry wondered if he'd even seen Harry above him assaulting his lips just moments before.
"She is?" Harry asked, getting back on his feet. Howl nodded sullenly, falling back onto his bed once more.
Harry took this time to examine the room he was in, it looked like an antique shop had thrown up on it, traveled to the past, and then thrown up on it once more! It seemed as if Howl was a hoarder of childhood possessions. By the looks of it, it wasn't a very healthy past time. Mentally healthy of course.
The room was covered in trinkets, puppets, old children's toys, Victorian clothes, vases filled to the brim with blooming flowers, musical instruments, books, drapes, hanging ornaments, suspicious looking black feathers, and the strangest looking magical items.
Harry felt a rush of energy flow through him, and was shocked. He felt that just being in this room made him more powerful than ever, but in what? He also noticed Howl staring at him strangely, and he blushed. Howl beckoned him closer and Harry complied albeit hesitantly.
"I don't have much time left…" Harry's mind immediately connected that to Howl dying and he nearly blew a gasket "What? You mean you're going to die! Soon? Why the hell didn't you think of telling me?"
Howl stared at a fuming Harry in shock; could he not see the numerous objects orbiting around him? In fact, how the hell was he even doing that? Howl scrunched his eyes and looked closely; he could see the threads of magic weaving around the boy's body, like a snake. His eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock, how did he not notice this sooner?
This boy had an extremely powerful core if he didn't hone it and learn how to control it then he could end up killing everyone in the castle!
"Harry! Calm down, I was talking about how I am required to report to the king in a few hours! I am not dying!"
Several loud THUNKS were heard as everything that was floating around Harry suddenly came crashing down "Oh…" Harry muttered "I'm…err…sorry?" He looked towards the ground and noticed a broken grandfather's clock at his feet "How'd this get here?"
Howl sighed in exasperation, how dense was this boy? Had he completely ignored the resonating THUNKS that had occurred only moments ago?
Harry rubbed his head in confusion before looking back at Howl "So why aren't you getting ready to see the king then?"
"I'm not going, he wants me to participate in a war that I want nothing to do with. And my old teacher Madam Sullivan will be there and I know she'll do anything to get me either back in her clutches, or in the gallows."
Harry's eyes widened "Really? But won't the king send his men after you for insubordination? He could have you killed for this!"
Howl's expression became sullen "I know…but it's a risk I'm willing to take…unless…" He took a few moments to look at Harry closely.
Harry raised a brow "Unless what?"
Howl smirked "I just had the most brilliant idea! You could go to the palace for me and pretend you're my brother! You could tell Madam Sullivan herself that you think I'm useless and would be no help at all to the war!"
Harry nearly chocked on his own saliva "Wait what? First off I'd never agree to something like this, and secondly wouldn't Madam Sullivan know that I'm not your brother?"
Howl's eyes shone with fierce determination "But that's just it! We look similar enough-despite your demonic features-, and Madam Sullivan knows nothing of my personal life! Only the basics! Come on Harry, I know we haven't interacted much, but could you please do this for me? My life is on the line right now!"
Harry sighed and consented "All right I'll do it; you're ever the manipulative bastard aren't you? Should I don my Sunday's best?" Harry replied sarcastically.
Howl nodded and shooed him out of the room "Hurry! You have only a few hours!"
When Harry was gone he sighed in relief and unconsciously licked his lips, wait…why did his lips taste so strange?
He put it off for another day; he couldn't help but wonder what to do now with Harry. He knew he had a magical gift, and Madam Sullivan would probably notice as well. He'd have to keep an eye on him, and maybe when the time was right teach him how to master it.
Harry was dressed like a true gentleman; with his elegant attire he knew that he could do this! Plus Howl had added a few things here and there. The emerald eyed teen was just about to pull the door open when he was suddenly pulled into a hard, warm, and muscular chest.
A beautiful silver ring with a purple gem in the middle was slipped onto his pointer finger; Harry looked up to see Howl gazing at him. "This will help you get home safely, don't worry though, I'll be there with you in disguise".
He turned Harry around a placed a chaste kiss on his hand before pushing him out the door "Thank you for this Harry."
When Harry arrived at the palace he was surprised to see two blob men carrying a rickshaw like contraption. He wasn't that surprised however, when the Witch of the Waste herself poked her fat head through the curtain.
"Why hello there demon-boy, I hadn't expected to see you here. How has Howl been treating you?" She said with fake concern. Harry didn't even want to know how she knew he was with Howl.
"He's been treating me like dirt and forcing me to clean up after himself, a grown man!"
The witch laughed "That's good, so what brings you to the royal palace?"
"I'm job hunting; I'm tired of being treated like a slave, what about yourself?"
The witch's tone took on an arrogant air as she spoke "I was summoned here by the king himself, he must have finally realized how good of an asset I would be. Have fun job hunting demon-boy" And she was out of sight in seconds.
Harry growled "Pompous twat, invited by the king my arse! She probably forgot to pay her taxes!"
He was delighted however, when he saw her contraption fall apart as she was forced to walk up at least sixty stairs all by herself. He passed by her quickly and chuckled "Aww does the poor thing need a hand? I'm sorry, but I don't want my claws to pierce your fair skin so I can't help."
He easily reached the top of the stairs, and smirked in triumph. The witch, however, was only on the tenth step. "Come on now!" He jeered "Are you a witch or aren't you?"
"Shut up!" She yelled, panting for breath and sweating like a pig "Next time I'll turn you stupid too!"
Harry scoffed and waved her away, before walking into the palace and being escorted straight to Madam Sullivan herself, by now he was beginning to wonder where Howl was.
He entered what seemed to be an extremely large room surrounded by greenhouses, in the center an old woman sat on a red throne, with dozens of blond children as her servants. "I see you've finally arrived Mr. Pendragon".
[A/N] I know a rather unexpected cliffhanger. I'm so sorry for not having this up earlier! So sorry, that I stayed up until three in the morning on a school night just to type this up for you guys! I HOPE YOU CAN FORGIVE ME!
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