Disclaimer: Only Cara
Thanks to:
Elrohir Lover: Aye, not so sunny here either, warm though. Very humid at the mo, makes me irritable lol!
Beenieweenie: Lol, I'll try not to piss anyone off, you're all just going to have to trust me. The plots up in my head I just need to get it down.
Passionflower: Lol ah why not, I love everyone else. And thank, I try to update as quickly as possibly. I give warning to people now though, my next story (the Sirius/Remus prequel) may not be as quick as I have exams ongoing at the moment (Nasty things).
Sykoticstalker27: Oh don't worry, I have to get round to beaten some Death Eaters now. And don't feel bad for the boys, they got to get kinky on an plane after all (hehe).
Hp-Azn: Lmao interesting logic. Well the thing I have planned may quench your somewhat sadistic nature (and I mean that in a loving way) so just hold on a moment longer. You amuse me because you always give the impression of someone on vast quantities of coffee.
Arigazi: Lmao tell me about it, it must be Harry bringing it out of him (grin). And aye, poor Kingsley but he's a big man, he can handle himself.
GryffRavHuffSlythendor: Lmao I was tempted but there you go. Have to wait for raunchy scenes another day, sorry. Otherwise, thank you, you're so cool.
Chapter 31 – The Sound of Hope
Cara gave another great lurch as he awoke in a sweat before growling and collapsing backwards against his pillow. Harry watched him with pity tainting his green eyes as his lover frowned over being rudely awakened by his occurring nightmare. It had been appearing more then usual since they had returned and quite frankly Harry felt useless.
"Again?" He asked softly as the werewolf curled up against him once more, frowning as he rubbed at the sleep in his eyes.
"Isn't it always?" The blonde grumbled back as he closed his eyes to listen to the reassuring thrumming of his Husband's heart.
Harry stroked the silky hair idly as he tried to sooth the body next to his. He pulled the sheets tighter round their unclothed bodies until someone knocked once and before he could answer they came barging in.
"Oh Bloody hell Potter I could've spent my life NOT seeing your birthday suit." Draco Malfoy cried as he slammed a hand over his eyes. Cara ducked under the covers but Harry sat up with one side of the sheets bundled around his waist and a scowl on his face.
"What the hell do you think you are doing in here?" He barked as the annoying man made a mock gag noise.
"Believe me Potter, it ain't all sunshine and flowers on my end either. But your bloody fan club downstairs said I should make myself useful and wake you up."
Growling Harry picked up one of his shoes from the side of the bed and lobbed it right at the ex-slytherin causing the man to give a quick yelp and lower his hand to look at the animagi with an arched eyebrow.
"Bloody hell! I come in here, where may I add I have now been tainted with this image, and you throw your muggle nicks at me!" Malfoy fumed as Harry continued to glare.
"Ok one, they're called 'Nikes' not 'Nicks' you half wit, and two you come into MY room and claim I've sprung my nudity on you. Sod off will you!" He ranted and after a final sneer the resident hostage left.
Harry leant back into his pillow where he gave a muffled scream of annoyance. Cara chuckled as he poked his head back out and patted the raven males shoulder.
"Well that improved my morning a little." He joked and grinning Harry rolled over where he whapped his husband lightly with the pillow.
(Downstairs)
Harry and Cara made their way into the kitchen where they found a great deal of the Order (and a frowning Draco) sitting. Dumbledore looked up and smiled as they both took a seat.
"Ah good to see you're both up. Well Harry, as soon as you've finished your breakfast I would very much like to begin your preparation for the Flame once more."
Nodding Harry looked over at Cara who was smiling gently at him. In the face of that smile he couldn't find himself worrying about the battle, not like last time.
"Good, good. Well we've managed to fix up the old work out room here so we should be set." Turning back to his breakfast the headmaster finished his breakfast, as did everyone else.
Half an hour later Harry found himself standing in the medium sized room. A shining wood floor was decorated with various work out mats and a range of weapons lined the walls.
Dumbledore stood to the side, his large cloak gone this time and in its place a simple jumper and trousers. The image made Cara smirk at the normality of it as he sat off to the side with the aged man.
Harry was dressed in a pair of black cargos and a worn Hengehill gym T- shirt as he faced off against Tonks who was wearing a pair of baggy purple tracksuit bottoms and a white tank top.
"Right, I think some physical training to build up your adrenaline should do for now Harry." Dumbledore said as the animagus and Metamorphmagus squared off with smirks on their faces.
"Begin." The Headmaster said simply and with yells the two Auror's moved quickly towards one another.
Tonks went to throw a high punch but Harry blocked it with his forearm, moving to make a low punch but like he had the witch knocked it off course with her free arm. They both spun to escape one another's with little cries.
Smirking Tonks kicked high and caught Harry in the chest but he didn't fall. He merely flawed his arm a little to regain his balance before taking up another stance then ran back to her. He jumped giving a spinning kick, which caught her chin and knocked her on her feet.
Cara made to say something but soon the woman was bouncing back up, smirk set in place and with a great yell moved forward once more.
The werewolf watched fascinated as they both danced around one another, the attacks getting more and more physical as the two got into it. The intensity in Harry's eyes as he ducked another punch was almost overwhelming and it began to slowly dawn on Cara who exactly he had married.
Another hour of this occurred before finally Dumbledore clapped his hands once. The two stopped, Tonks on the floor and Harry straddled on her as he held a fist at his side, and Cara felt a twinge of jealousy at the witches current situation...only a twinge though because he had access to being pinned under those thighs any day. That thought made him grin a little.
"I think that should be enough. I know I speak for both Cara and me when I say just watching you two has been tiring. Now I think some Magickal training is in order my boy."
Nodding Harry stood as he panted from the work out. His lungs and throat burned as he sucked in breath but the sight of his husband happily checking out his current state of his adrenaline filled, sweat covered body made him grin impishly.
"I however would rather Miss Tonks and Mr Potter-Faolan were not present. Things can get...intense, around this kind of magick." The wizened wizard said with a little wink at the animagi as he leant his hands on his knees, panting for breath and gave a little dismissive wave of his hand.
Both Metamorphmagus and Werewolf left silently, closing the door behind them. The witch was gasping for air and Cara felt obliged to help her walk into the kitchen where she promptly collapsed into a chair quite happily.
"That...was...one hell...of a work out!" She panted as the occupants of the table smirked at her. Cara moved to sit beside Hermione as the table resumed their conversations.
"So, did you enjoy yourself?" The woman asked slyly as the blonde blushed. He quickly sipped her drink to avoid the question causing her to laugh.
"I guess he'll be getting a little surprise tonight then?" She cackled as he laughed and whapped her on the arm.
"Oh shut up! Came you honestly blame me?" He said smirking, frowning slightly when he heard a disgruntled noise come from the Hostage across the table. The platinum-blonde male was leaning back on his chair, the two legs teetering once more making Cara raise his eyebrow cockily. Closing his eyes and muttering an incantation he heard the snap of wood giving way followed by a somewhat high pitched scream. Smirking once more the werewolf opened his eyes to find the semi-hostage sprawled across the floor.
The Weasleys were beside themselves with laughter as Hermione shook her head.
"You've been with Harry too long." She stated simply as the man smiled innocently at her.
"Moi? You must be mistaking."
Before anything else could be said there was a loud crackling sound that filled the house as paintings jumped off walls and several cups smashed. A good number of the table occupants jumped under the table as a loud bang gave off and the rest of the mugs on the table shattered.
"What the hell was that!" Cara asked frantically but all he found was a laughing Ron and Hermione.
"That would be Harry. He did this last time." The red headed male chuckled as everyone climbed back out, poking their heads out gingerly before ducking once more when the crackling returned.
"Harry..." The werewolf said weakly and Remus crawled up behind him chuckling. He patted the young man's shoulder reassuringly.
"Oh yes. You've married our very own uber-wizard kiddo."
Cara sat there stunned at this new discovery. He knew Harry was powerful but this...this was...it didn't have words for what it was, it was mind- boggling that's what it was!
What was even weirder was the way how...CALMLY...everyone took it. Some had salvaged their cups as they crawled under the long table and were carrying on their conversations as though hiding under a table was a normal occurrence.
Another bang made him jump out of his thoughts. The sound was followed by a loud screeching sound, the sound of that Green Phoenix he'd witnessed back in his and Harry's flat. The sound was soothing to his soul but soon another sound tingled down his spine that filled him with love and that feral submission of his wolf side to his mate, Caerleon. A howl, a deep penetrating sound that intermingled with the bird's song filled the air and everyone save himself frowned.
"That's a new bit, he didn't howl last time." Hestia said as she sipped her tea. Cara smirked as he closed his eyes and let the sound of hope wash over him.
Thanks to:
Elrohir Lover: Aye, not so sunny here either, warm though. Very humid at the mo, makes me irritable lol!
Beenieweenie: Lol, I'll try not to piss anyone off, you're all just going to have to trust me. The plots up in my head I just need to get it down.
Passionflower: Lol ah why not, I love everyone else. And thank, I try to update as quickly as possibly. I give warning to people now though, my next story (the Sirius/Remus prequel) may not be as quick as I have exams ongoing at the moment (Nasty things).
Sykoticstalker27: Oh don't worry, I have to get round to beaten some Death Eaters now. And don't feel bad for the boys, they got to get kinky on an plane after all (hehe).
Hp-Azn: Lmao interesting logic. Well the thing I have planned may quench your somewhat sadistic nature (and I mean that in a loving way) so just hold on a moment longer. You amuse me because you always give the impression of someone on vast quantities of coffee.
Arigazi: Lmao tell me about it, it must be Harry bringing it out of him (grin). And aye, poor Kingsley but he's a big man, he can handle himself.
GryffRavHuffSlythendor: Lmao I was tempted but there you go. Have to wait for raunchy scenes another day, sorry. Otherwise, thank you, you're so cool.
Chapter 31 – The Sound of Hope
Cara gave another great lurch as he awoke in a sweat before growling and collapsing backwards against his pillow. Harry watched him with pity tainting his green eyes as his lover frowned over being rudely awakened by his occurring nightmare. It had been appearing more then usual since they had returned and quite frankly Harry felt useless.
"Again?" He asked softly as the werewolf curled up against him once more, frowning as he rubbed at the sleep in his eyes.
"Isn't it always?" The blonde grumbled back as he closed his eyes to listen to the reassuring thrumming of his Husband's heart.
Harry stroked the silky hair idly as he tried to sooth the body next to his. He pulled the sheets tighter round their unclothed bodies until someone knocked once and before he could answer they came barging in.
"Oh Bloody hell Potter I could've spent my life NOT seeing your birthday suit." Draco Malfoy cried as he slammed a hand over his eyes. Cara ducked under the covers but Harry sat up with one side of the sheets bundled around his waist and a scowl on his face.
"What the hell do you think you are doing in here?" He barked as the annoying man made a mock gag noise.
"Believe me Potter, it ain't all sunshine and flowers on my end either. But your bloody fan club downstairs said I should make myself useful and wake you up."
Growling Harry picked up one of his shoes from the side of the bed and lobbed it right at the ex-slytherin causing the man to give a quick yelp and lower his hand to look at the animagi with an arched eyebrow.
"Bloody hell! I come in here, where may I add I have now been tainted with this image, and you throw your muggle nicks at me!" Malfoy fumed as Harry continued to glare.
"Ok one, they're called 'Nikes' not 'Nicks' you half wit, and two you come into MY room and claim I've sprung my nudity on you. Sod off will you!" He ranted and after a final sneer the resident hostage left.
Harry leant back into his pillow where he gave a muffled scream of annoyance. Cara chuckled as he poked his head back out and patted the raven males shoulder.
"Well that improved my morning a little." He joked and grinning Harry rolled over where he whapped his husband lightly with the pillow.
(Downstairs)
Harry and Cara made their way into the kitchen where they found a great deal of the Order (and a frowning Draco) sitting. Dumbledore looked up and smiled as they both took a seat.
"Ah good to see you're both up. Well Harry, as soon as you've finished your breakfast I would very much like to begin your preparation for the Flame once more."
Nodding Harry looked over at Cara who was smiling gently at him. In the face of that smile he couldn't find himself worrying about the battle, not like last time.
"Good, good. Well we've managed to fix up the old work out room here so we should be set." Turning back to his breakfast the headmaster finished his breakfast, as did everyone else.
Half an hour later Harry found himself standing in the medium sized room. A shining wood floor was decorated with various work out mats and a range of weapons lined the walls.
Dumbledore stood to the side, his large cloak gone this time and in its place a simple jumper and trousers. The image made Cara smirk at the normality of it as he sat off to the side with the aged man.
Harry was dressed in a pair of black cargos and a worn Hengehill gym T- shirt as he faced off against Tonks who was wearing a pair of baggy purple tracksuit bottoms and a white tank top.
"Right, I think some physical training to build up your adrenaline should do for now Harry." Dumbledore said as the animagus and Metamorphmagus squared off with smirks on their faces.
"Begin." The Headmaster said simply and with yells the two Auror's moved quickly towards one another.
Tonks went to throw a high punch but Harry blocked it with his forearm, moving to make a low punch but like he had the witch knocked it off course with her free arm. They both spun to escape one another's with little cries.
Smirking Tonks kicked high and caught Harry in the chest but he didn't fall. He merely flawed his arm a little to regain his balance before taking up another stance then ran back to her. He jumped giving a spinning kick, which caught her chin and knocked her on her feet.
Cara made to say something but soon the woman was bouncing back up, smirk set in place and with a great yell moved forward once more.
The werewolf watched fascinated as they both danced around one another, the attacks getting more and more physical as the two got into it. The intensity in Harry's eyes as he ducked another punch was almost overwhelming and it began to slowly dawn on Cara who exactly he had married.
Another hour of this occurred before finally Dumbledore clapped his hands once. The two stopped, Tonks on the floor and Harry straddled on her as he held a fist at his side, and Cara felt a twinge of jealousy at the witches current situation...only a twinge though because he had access to being pinned under those thighs any day. That thought made him grin a little.
"I think that should be enough. I know I speak for both Cara and me when I say just watching you two has been tiring. Now I think some Magickal training is in order my boy."
Nodding Harry stood as he panted from the work out. His lungs and throat burned as he sucked in breath but the sight of his husband happily checking out his current state of his adrenaline filled, sweat covered body made him grin impishly.
"I however would rather Miss Tonks and Mr Potter-Faolan were not present. Things can get...intense, around this kind of magick." The wizened wizard said with a little wink at the animagi as he leant his hands on his knees, panting for breath and gave a little dismissive wave of his hand.
Both Metamorphmagus and Werewolf left silently, closing the door behind them. The witch was gasping for air and Cara felt obliged to help her walk into the kitchen where she promptly collapsed into a chair quite happily.
"That...was...one hell...of a work out!" She panted as the occupants of the table smirked at her. Cara moved to sit beside Hermione as the table resumed their conversations.
"So, did you enjoy yourself?" The woman asked slyly as the blonde blushed. He quickly sipped her drink to avoid the question causing her to laugh.
"I guess he'll be getting a little surprise tonight then?" She cackled as he laughed and whapped her on the arm.
"Oh shut up! Came you honestly blame me?" He said smirking, frowning slightly when he heard a disgruntled noise come from the Hostage across the table. The platinum-blonde male was leaning back on his chair, the two legs teetering once more making Cara raise his eyebrow cockily. Closing his eyes and muttering an incantation he heard the snap of wood giving way followed by a somewhat high pitched scream. Smirking once more the werewolf opened his eyes to find the semi-hostage sprawled across the floor.
The Weasleys were beside themselves with laughter as Hermione shook her head.
"You've been with Harry too long." She stated simply as the man smiled innocently at her.
"Moi? You must be mistaking."
Before anything else could be said there was a loud crackling sound that filled the house as paintings jumped off walls and several cups smashed. A good number of the table occupants jumped under the table as a loud bang gave off and the rest of the mugs on the table shattered.
"What the hell was that!" Cara asked frantically but all he found was a laughing Ron and Hermione.
"That would be Harry. He did this last time." The red headed male chuckled as everyone climbed back out, poking their heads out gingerly before ducking once more when the crackling returned.
"Harry..." The werewolf said weakly and Remus crawled up behind him chuckling. He patted the young man's shoulder reassuringly.
"Oh yes. You've married our very own uber-wizard kiddo."
Cara sat there stunned at this new discovery. He knew Harry was powerful but this...this was...it didn't have words for what it was, it was mind- boggling that's what it was!
What was even weirder was the way how...CALMLY...everyone took it. Some had salvaged their cups as they crawled under the long table and were carrying on their conversations as though hiding under a table was a normal occurrence.
Another bang made him jump out of his thoughts. The sound was followed by a loud screeching sound, the sound of that Green Phoenix he'd witnessed back in his and Harry's flat. The sound was soothing to his soul but soon another sound tingled down his spine that filled him with love and that feral submission of his wolf side to his mate, Caerleon. A howl, a deep penetrating sound that intermingled with the bird's song filled the air and everyone save himself frowned.
"That's a new bit, he didn't howl last time." Hestia said as she sipped her tea. Cara smirked as he closed his eyes and let the sound of hope wash over him.