Titanium

Author's notes: Still no Neville, now it's not even writers block, I'm just going to do some jumping. We won't be hearing from our sweet Longbottom for a while. Also, I had someone ask a very good question, I'm going to answer it now to avoid future confusion! The question was what the relationship between Aragorn and Arwen was going to be. That relationship is completely platonic; they are going to view each other as siblings, and as friends, nothing more and nothing less. I'd much rather get the air clear, so I don't get nasty reviews about how Aragorn is unrealistic because he wouldn't fall out of love that easily. Anyway, we've had a spike in favorites and in story alerts, and I want to thank you all for that! Thanks again to all of the reviewers, I think I replied to you all? If not, just kick me and I'll respond! Love you all, stay out of trouble. –CJG

Warning: Homosexual relationships, dark themes, violence, language, and angst. If you don't like, please don't read.

Chapter Fifteen: A Wizard in Grey

Characters: Harrison Potter and Sirius Black. Location: The Shire

A shadow prowled along the tree line, avoiding being seen by many. He had one target, one simple creature that he was sure he would catch, even if it killed him. His body moved with grace, piercing AK eyes steady on the creature who sat completely unaware. His long body moving in the shadows, if one looked over all they would see was those eyes. Horrifyingly brilliant, and completely untamed no matter what form the being was in.

The beast was a pure, completely unblemished black. Sleek and attractive warm fur protected his overly large feline body. His limbs were long, yet fit wonderfully with his long graceful frame. The cat's face was young looking, but just as dangerous as any other beast of its kind. Its eyes their normal horrifying Avada Kedavra green, his paws were large, and though his size wasn't as immense as his other feline Animagus friend, he was still larger than normal felines of his breed in the wild. If you looked close enough, or more survived to get close enough, to his pelt you would see the slightest outline of spots on his body. His tail had a slight curve to it, and though was sleek as the rest of his pelt; it was rather, much to his dismay, fluffy. The young hobbitlings seemed to love his tail the most, even over the Grimm, who he was now chorusing with in a bit of a prank.

He moved soundlessly, his elegant plume of a tail flowing behind him. His eyes gazed across the way, seeing the violent looking Grimm waiting for the signal to attack. It came with a swift nod, and a high pitch bird-like keen that escaped the beast's throat. Within seconds the creatures were diving playfully onto a completely unsuspecting Hobbit, who let out the most girl-like squeak in the history of hobbits. The triad rolled around in the soft grace playfully before the transformation of one of the beasts took place, and in the place of the feline sat the wild looking Elfling. If anyone looked they could see his hair curled and fluttering about in the breeze and in the heat of their "battle".

"Harrison! How cruel! I'm not as young as you, cub. I could have a heart attack!" The small dark haired hobbit scolded. Looking at Sirius with the same expression that he was giving Harrison, "and you! Aren't you my age?" He asked, watching as the Grimm sheepishly nodded, "you're hopeless, completely immature!"

"Frodo, to Sirius, Immature sticks for I'm mature. He doesn't comprehend that it means otherwise." Harrison chided happily. His slightly animalistic canines peaking from under his lips as he smiled brightly. It was then that they heard something, a soft quiet song making its way through the grove where they sat, still panting slightly. The lyrics were light, a song that Dandelion, one of the hobbitlings, had taught Sirius and Harrison.

Thankfully becoming an Elfling had given the gift of song, something the boy had always wanted to possess. Sirius on the other hand was still completely and utterly tone deaf. Though that fact didn't stop the beast from singing lightly to any hobbitlings who needed comfort or even to Harrison after a horrible nightmare. Despite what most would think Sirius Black was a very good father. Not because he was aloof and obtuse, but because he had a sense, he knew when enough was enough, and he knew when it was time to be playful. If you got over the fleas that he sometimes picked up and seemed to spread through Bag End, it was easy to find comfort in the arms of the long haired, tattooed man.

"You're late." Frodo's soft voice caught the air as a soft lyrical trill. The man slowly rolled his head to look up at the hobbit with a stern expression on his face, clearly not noticing the man, nor the elf standing behind Frodo. The air didn't crackle with raging magic like it would if the wizard was truly angered at the hobbit. Harrison watched with shear interest, and completely amazed.

"A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to." The wizard said with a gruff and slightly angered tone, the serious sentence simply caused Harrison to snort, finally drawling the attention to the creatures that stood behind Frodo Baggins.

"That's an excuse Sirius will start to use, you best watch Frodo, and it's going to get very obnoxious very quick." Harrison said with a wink to Frodo, who soon was laughing gleefully. The wizard was stunned slightly, but soon he, along with Sirius and Harrison himself, were laughing. Not just slight chuckles, but full guttural laughs, bodies heaving.

The wizard was pleasantly surprised when Frodo launched himself at him. "It's wonderful to see you again Gandalf!" The small hobbit exclaimed gleefully. The wizard started moving the wagon that was being pulled by a welsh looking pony. Not too small, but not too large, with a cute young looking face, a large thick blaze, and blinders protecting her soft dark chocolate brown eyes. Harrison and Sirius found their way into the back of the wagon, crawling out of the way of fireworks that were situated haphazardly in the back. Sirius couldn't help but complain that he currently had the post part of a firework lodged somewhere extremely uncomfortable location on his person.

Harrison couldn't help but chuckle at Sirius' antics.

Really, one would think Harrison was the adult of the relationship.

(A/n: So, This is short, but I had a bunch of people requesting updates. Next chapter will bounce back to Rem, like I said in the upper A/N; we won't visit Nev for a few chapters. Don't worry! Anyway, here was your chapter, just so you know I was actually really busy, I'm moving my youngest mare down from the barn where I board to my house. So it's a bit of a hassle. I'll be posting again either tomorrow or Friday. –CJG)