Titanium

Author's notes: I'm pleased with the amount of hits that this story has recieved. Hopefully people (anyone who follows on FFN) enjoy the changes and edits that this story is getting. It isn't perfect, because I've been having a really hard month with my dyslexia, but I feel that I've cleaned this chapter up well enough. Most spelling errors have been fixed, but not all, if you spot any please (constructively) tell me! Thanks a lot! –CJG

Warning: Threesome - M/M/M, Male Slash, Male Friendship, Submissive/Bottom, Dominant/Top, Mpreg. Violence, Alternate Universe

Disclaimer: I'm only posting this disclaimer once; I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plot lines found in this fan fiction.

Chapter Two: Rebirth and New Beginnings

Nox smiled gently as Harry pulled himself off of the ground with the hand offered and quickly went toward the other humans in the group surrounding him. He wasn't sure why he had agreed to this, but honestly he figured that anything was better than the hell that was the world they were leaving behind. There was a magic that seemed to swirl in the air at the simple thought of this freedom, the thought of this chance was simply so delicious Harry couldn't help but shiver pleasantly slightly.

"You should say your farewells, Harrison James Potter; it may be quite some time before you meet again." Nox said lightly, attempting not to bother the boy about his lack of company, Nox was well aware to the fact of just how close the four were. It was more than just a friendship, more than just a family, they made each other whole. Even before the battle he could feel Harrison's feelings towards the other men. They may not have been romantic feelings, but they were strong, and they were completely honest. These men had stayed by the Master of Death's side through thick and thin, and unlike the…others, they did not betray him.

The sentence seemed suddenly odd to Harry, farewells? Why would he need to say farewell to his family? Suddenly dread seemed to overwhelm him, would they be going at this alone? After everything they had done together they would be spending an undisclosed amount of time alone.

"Will I not be with the others, Nox?" Harry questioned, shuttering as if he already knew the answer which was to come, though when Nox gave a nod of conformation Harry's stomach dropped down to his toes. He wouldn't be with Siri or Remus?

"You will wake with Sirius, though Remus will not wake near Neville. I cannot send you all to the same location. The surge in the power would be too strong; it is unwise to attract too much attention to your arrival." The man said bluntly, his eyes glazing slightly as if he still had to think about the decision to allow Harry to be paired with Sirius.

Harry himself was a bit nervous about being paired with his godfather; he had become very close with Sirius after the incident in the lower levels of the Department of Mysteries. He had become close enough with the Grimm to know just how his personality worked; the man forever would be a Marauder. His personality was lax, and he was known to act before thinking, making him seem horribly rash and completely wild at times. Harry couldn't blame him, after so many years in Azkaban in his Animagus form he would be wild as well.

For some odd reason, Harry enjoyed the feeling of Nox poking around through his memories; he didn't mind giving someone who was offering so much to them free rein through his past. Besides, it wasn't like Nox was the only one; Harry was doing his own poking around the other man's mind. It wouldn't be fair if it was any other way.

Harry moved around to embrace each of his companions, excluding Sirius whom he simply explained with a simple 'I'll see you when I wake up anyway, stop being a drama queen.' Though after a few endless moments he soon gave in, knowing that an unhappy Sirius meant for a long day, and not having any Firewhiskey to mellow out his emotions, or pass the time away, Harry decided to forego any annoyances and just embrace the old coot before he decided to self-combust.

"Your hands if you would, Mr. Potter. Do be aware, there are greater changes to come from this transformation than simply longer ears." The man said his brow was raised slightly, but soon a coy smile crossed his face, "I'm also sure you'll be pleased to know that your height will come into play, little master Potter." By the shocked expression Harry gave Nox he clearly wasn't expecting that jab. The horribly covered up snorts and chuffs of laughter made the Master of Death flush a lovely shade of pink. Nox himself had to bite back laughter as he heard every grumble clearly with his Elven hearing. The good natured smirk that crossed the Master of Fate's lips caused Harry's cheeks to flush a darker shade of that luscious color.

Harry extended his hands, barely touching them before there was a great flash, and the feeling of his navel being caught on a hook and sucking him in. The last thing he remembered before he faded to darkness was the simple whisper of important instructions. "Harrison, Sirius and yourself will awake on the outskirts of a place called The Shire; its inhabitants consist of different families of Hobbits. Hobbits are the creatures I've shown you in my memories, short little creatures with hairy feet, the love of food and drink, and a very strict sense of peace." The instructions paused for a moment as if Nox was thinking deeply on the next words to say, "You must find a man called Bilbo Baggins, and his ward Frodo Baggins. Frodo bears the entire fate of the world on his shoulders, though doesn't know his task yet. Tell them you are looking for Gandalf the Grey, his companion Nox sent him." Nox paused, ensuring everything was in great detail. "Tell them of your tale; you shouldn't hide anything from them. Gain their trust, and let destiny take you from there." Nox said quietly, gently stroking Harry's mind as if he was dragging a few fingers carefully down Harry's cheek, "Remember from your own experience Master of Death. You cannot complete an immense task alone, though it must be finished by one, the path leading is wild, and you will fail in solitude." With that, Harry fell into darkness.

Sirius was nervous, he couldn't help but snarl at Nox when Harry vanished just like that, and that was his godson for merlin's sake. They had just been through one of the most horrific battle that completely wiped out every creature on their world excluding themselves. Of course he wouldn't be pleased for one second he was there, and the next gone. Sure, he knew how portkeys worked, he may act stupid at times, but he really wasn't.

"He'll land safely, won't he Nox?" Neville asked quickly, as if he sensed that Sirius was about to ask the same question, only in a much different tone.

"Yes dear Neville, he's landed safely, he's asleep for the transformation to avoid pain." Nox explained, figuring he only needed a few moments, a few seconds, and no explanation he held his hand out to Sirius, "Sirius, you won't be the same when you land either, so do keep in mind that when Harrison awakes, he may be startled by your presence." The man warned, which even if Sirius wouldn't admit it, he was very much thankful for. He didn't need to go and frighten Harry out any more than he likely already would, and a frightened Harry was most certainly not a good thing.

"Hey, Padfoot?" He heard Remus address him quickly, causing him to turn slightly, locking eyes with Remus who offered an encouraging smile, "take care of our godson Pads, merlin's speed to you. I know by his grace we'll meet much sooner than you think." He said calmly, a wild spark was in his eyes, clearly Moony wasn't sure, he wasn't positive what was going to happen to their Harry, or even to them. But this was a new chance, this was a new beginning, and it was stupid for them not to take it.

With much hesitation, Sirius took Nox's hand. He felt the tight pull at his navel, and allowed himself to be sucked away before he had second thoughts.

Unlike Harry, who hit the ground in a collapsed pile on the ground, Sirius had taken the time to shift into his Grimm before he hit the ground thus landing much smoothing than the boy who lay quietly, and terrifyingly unmoving on the ground. He shifted back as quickly as possible without too much pain, practically ignoring his surroundings to ensure frighteningly still creature, which was now very much a different being was faring. Being the parental figure he had installed himself as, even if he wasn't so great at times, he checked Harry over quickly, taking in every single change of the boy who lay on the ground.

His hair had grown, that was the first thing he had noticed. Gone were the short wild and unruly tresses, replaced with ringlets of pure black silk that would likely come down to the lowest point of his back. Though how long for sure he didn't know as it was sprawled around the male's motionless form. The conscious man took notice to the beautifully pointed ears that were hidden within the locks of hair. Sirius smiled when he noted that Nox had been right in saying that the change would affect his height, Harry was likely around Sirius' height now, yet he looked young. His body was no longer emaciated, but healthy and lithe, His face looked untouched by the horrors of the war, completely blemish free. His complexion was completely flawless, and that alone was enough to startle Sirius into reaching forward slowly.

Unconsciously, Sirius's arm trembled as it moved forward, brushing a curled bang from over the place where Harry's rune scar once was. He didn't want to hope, which lead to him closing his eyes as his hand touched skin. Skin! Instead of the scabbed harsh scar there was more milky flesh; Sirius couldn't help the large smile that crossed his face with ease and vigor. Without thinking he launched forward and latched onto Harry in one warm, important embrace. He let his hands travel up Harry's arm, only to freeze. A frown suddenly took over his face, he couldn't help but sigh. Not all marks from the war were gone; the cruelest still seemed to remain. This he found out as his hand drifted forward again, landing on the skin of his back. Yes, Sirius thought as he gently kissed Harry's pure brow, the worst still remained.

He thought this as his hand gently rubbed circles into his lower back, brushing against the word condemned.

Scars remained, but the ones he could see seemed to almost enhance his beauty. They made his aristocratic features more stunning and mature; they made him look like the warrior he was, not like a school boy living in a man's world like he knew Harry always felt. Sirius Black knew for a fact that Harry was more man than anyone on their old world. Even if he felt the guilt for the world falling to shadow he was still their savior.

Sirius took notice to the new clothing Harrison was wearing, the pale green tunic stood out against the snow white skin, while seeming to contrast attractively with the chestnut leather trousers that adorned Harry's body. There was a small knife, and a light short sword that was resting not too far out of Harrison's reach. He also noticed two packs resting against a tree. The packs were obviously there to aid their travels in the unfamiliar land.

There were a set of twin blades that set resting on the tree closest to them; this made Sirius a tad giddy thinking of touching blades again. Harrison and Remus had insisted that they learn the art of sword play to help their chances in the war. They had spent hours upon hours learning movements, steps, positions, and techniques to increase their protection. Though Remus and Harry lacked slightly, Sirius had excelled massively in the art of twin swords. He had practiced tirelessly to be able to wield them, and he was glad that Nox had paid mind to that.

But, no matter how badly he wanted to go see his new weapons, he felt Harry was far more important, thus he decided to sit quietly. He sat providing a silent vigil to his unconscious pup, keeping a sharp eye out for any danger that was looking to come their way.

Harry felt as if he was swimming, somewhere between being deep in slumber, and beginnings of consciousness. His mind was alert, completely aware of what was happening to its carrier's form. It could feel itself thinning, morphing, changing it could feel it's magic growing, forming into something much more calm, yet just as wild as it once was. Power, he could feel such warmth wrapped around him, he felt different.

He didn't feel like the dirty, used, and abused Harry Potter he once was, he felt proud, he felt like a Lion. He felt like Harrison Potter, the boy that had died all those years ago, or perhaps hadn't existed at all. Perhaps if Lilly and James Potter hadn't died, Harrison would have known this change, he wouldn't have felt himself shifting from an unhappy, prematurely old Harry Potter, to a form of pure joy. Here he had gone on for years thinking that shifting into his Animagus form was freedom, but it was nothing compared to this.

He didn't know when he had stopped breathing, but he sure knew when he started again. The breath he inhaled was like nothing he had experienced before. If he thought the nectar from Nox's chamber smelled wonderful, it was nothing compared to his true form's sense of smell. He took in everything, the faint scent of tobacco in the distance, the crisp clean air with the lingering scent of freshly cut hay. He took in the scent of the strawberries ripe and ready to be picked by the farmer who had spent all season growing them in a field not far away, taking in the delicious scent of the countryside around him.

He could both smell and feel a human male near him, the faint rushing of blood under the creature's skin, the even fainter scent of aftershave that still clung weakly to the man's being. The light smell of dew, of morning glories, and the distant scent of canine were the main scents that held to his body. He knew that scent, which was the scent he had spent many moons learning, a scent he took more comfort in than any other. So he took comfort into the embrace he was offered, not daring to move, not wanting to yet.

Afraid that if he opened his eyes they would find death and destruction again. He decided to lie there for a bit longer, allowing the sounds of the forest to creep into his ears, after those countless hours, maybe even days of silence it was lovely to hear again. He could hear the flutter of wings, the rustle of wheat in a far off field, the sounds of life in a village which he instantly decided was the Shire.

Finally, after much internal debate… He opened his eyes.