Titanium

Titanium

Author's Note: This took so horribly long to write, and I have to apologize for that. I've been so horribly sick that I honestly almost went to the hospital. I was sick from the day of my birthday (Jan 20th) to about five days ago, and I've just been taking those days to rest and relax. I finally finished this chapter, editing took so terribly long, and I've been having a pretty extreme writer's block. Hopefully you'll enjoy the edited work as much as I've enjoyed re-writing it. Thank you for the reviews and sticking around to read! – CJG

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

Chapter Five: The Shire

Characters: Sirius Black, Harrison Potter. Location: Outskirts of the Shire.

During their rather long trek the two men took time to admire their rather beautifully crafted swords, Sirius' blades were long, almost the length of his legs, which took up most of his height. The first blade had a light leather handle, with vertical gold lining instead of the swirling around the grip. It was normal gentle steel with careful designs that were swirled in with the marbled blade. It had a rather large stone the color of angel's wings at the part of the sword where the blade met the handle. The second blade was much more rogue, much more sinister than the first. The blade was of a swirling steal, with runes that were engraved all over the blade, both blades held a graceful curve to them, and were obviously extremely special. Where the angelic stone of the first sat, instead there was a large obsidian gem that sat in its place. The words "I master all beasts" were written in runes on each blade.

Harry's weapon on the other hand was a very long sword, it curved slightly. Its length was beautifully marbled Damascus steel. Its hilt was a brilliant carved dark cherry grip; the grip was wrapped in soft yet obviously durable leather that was just a shade redder then the wooden gripper. It was a beautifully crafted weapon to say the least; Harry wondered who in fact made the breathtaking object.

Harry couldn't even name how long they walked; his new legs were much different than his old legs. These legs seemed to make it easier for him to walk. Though he was exhausted from the growth, and the change he had gone through, he was more than pleased that he had been effected in these good ways. He felt as though he could walk for miles, and that he wouldn't have to worry about becoming fatigued. He could see Sirius was slowing if only, though the man's body had changed, it was clear it still wasn't up to its peak of fitness since Azkaban.

"Sirius, why don't you turn into Padfoot?" Harry questioned as Sirius grew wearier as time went on. They had stopped to rest for a moment, eating a bit of hard looking bread covered in a large green leaf. Harry remarked by memory that Nox had gifted him that it was Lembas bread, and just as the memory had stated his stomach was full after a single bite. "Wouldn't it be easier for you?" He asked softly, not wanting to offend Padfoot in the slightest. He was simply worried about him. With a cautious look he noticed a few travelers coming down the road, causing him to casually pull the hood of the soft dark grey cloak he had found in his pack over his head. Ensuring to hide his Elvish features.

"I don't want to use too much magic, pup." Sirius said quietly, his eyes shining slightly in mirth. "As much as I would love to turn into the mutt, I need to get used to walking. This world doesn't have cars, and I have a feeling I'll need to be working up the leg muscles." Sirius said with a large yet tired smile. He stood slowly extending a hand for Harry to grab helping him to his feet before pulling the tan hood of his cloak over his head. "Let's be on our way Pup, we still have a few miles to go."

Conversation flowed easily, their voices were slightly hushed. They were obviously extremely suspicious; the tall cloaked pair seemed to float gracefully down the path. Sirius standing at his normal height, and Harry standing much taller now at roughly around six feet three inches. Harry was loving his new legs; his height was so different it made him so pleased that he was no longer looking up at Sirius, actually now he was looking down at him. They talked about anything they could possibly think of, from the color of the sky, to the colony of ants that marched along the roads. Never seeming to run out subjects to speak of.

Sirius found himself humming a soothing melody, a song that Lilly had taught him to sing to Harry after the babe was born, and it was a chilling song that he had long since forgotten the words of. Harry, for some reason had not forgotten the words. The lyrics poured easily from his lips in a language that seemed to be burned into his skill. He hadn't ever spoken the language, but for some reason he knew the words,

"Lor, lora, neo linda hín
Lor nu núra elmenel
Cena manen i olorë cara son lia
Ar sino tinta yare i isil na per."

The baritone voice was lush and pleasant to the ear. Though it was hushed so travelers the past could hardly hear his voice, those with sharp enough ears stopped to hear his voice until it faded with distance. Sirius somehow seemed to be jogged and slowly joined into singing the soft lullaby.

As they continued walking, Sirius found himself dwelling on the day that he had met the real Harry. Vernon had been particularly rough with poor Harrison that year. Sirius remembered it like it was yesterday, striding into the house that Harry had called his residence for so many years even after Petunia told him he could not enter. He had arrived earlier to the homestead than he had originally planned, apparently Petunia had decided that that day of all days, Harrison James Potter, did not live there. Even after all those years that Padfoot had watched the house which sat at number four private drive, the daft woman expected him to believe that Harry didn't live there? Needless to say Harrison was found cramped into the cupboard under the stairs, in a bloody, emaciated mess. It had taken Harry months to get back to even a third of the weight he should have been, and even longer to get the vicious scarred words of "freak" and "condemned" healed enough that he could lie comfortably on his back.

Sirius had reacted in a way that any angered Black wouldn't have, instead of lashing out at the Dursleys he took them down with the grace and deadly accuracy he could. He had Vernon fired, completely soiled whatever good was left to the Dursley name, and made it so no one anywhere would hire him again. Petunia was sent to an institution for the criminally insane after a break down in the middle of a store where she had been caught attempting to shop lift food. Vernon, no one really knew what had happened to him, though any time Sirius heard someone mention his disappearance he always had a victorious spark in his eyes. Dudley on the other hand had become quite successful before the end (He wouldn't have if Sirius hadn't been told that the lump had tried to help Harry. Earning him a black mark and his own abuse his parents.) He had lost the weight he needed to, and eventually became a personal trainer to help other teens who had been like him.

It was almost dark by the time the pair stumbled across a sign that said indicated that they had entered the limits of the Shire. Sirius was obviously exhausted by now, their conversation had died into comfortable silence quite some time ago, and that seemed to fit both of them just fine. Sirius was starting to sag lower as he walked, his shoulders hunched, and his eyes were losing their spark. It didn't seem to slow them down, Sirius being the stubborn mutt that he was, was just barely hanging on, but he didn't dare slow down.

They had been so focused on moving forward and continuing to stride they hadn't even seen the large footed creatures heading their way. They more than likely wouldn't have noticed them, that was they wouldn't have noticed them if they hadn't bowled straight into Harry. This even caused Harry and the little person to crash to the ground in a large pile.

"Oh Merry, we haven't even visited the Green Dragon yet!" A small voice called, "if you're like this before the ale, what will you be like after?!" Laughter seemed to erupt from everyone whom had seen the event and heard the statement that followed. Sirius, no matter how exhausted, couldn't resist having a good laugh. Harry was rather smitten to hear that barking laugh erupt from Siri's chest once more.

"Watch it Pip! You're one to talk!" A deeper voice called out from on top of Harry. Merry seemed to be the one that had slammed into Harrison. Though Harry had felt something wiggle beneath him, so there must have been another creature that had hit into him.

"Pippin, you did push him. Sam and I both saw." A smaller, quieter voice filled with mirth called.

"Frodo! You're a traitor!" the creature who he elected was "Pippin" spat in a playful tone.

Sirius never trusted strangers, but seeing his dogson underneath a pile of little strangers made him even more uneasy. These people which he could identify as Hobbits. It was odd to him, these extremely small strangers. He wasn't worried about their bight; from the memories he knew that Hobbits were peaceful creatures, but Siri was unsure if these were peaceful times. They didn't really know Nox, so he could have lied about all the beings on this world.

"No matter whose fault it is, I would greatly appreciate if you would get the fuck off of him right now." He spat harshly, his thick accent clearly confused the creatures, but he found great joy in watching as thecreatures scrambled off Harry. Even if none of them were completely sure what the word "fuck" meant, it was said with such poison and hate that the only thing they could do after. He gently grasped Harry's head to his chest checking him over to ensure he was alright. He pushed the hood of the cloak atop the Elf's skull back and gently ruffled his hair. "Are you alright Harry? Please tell me you're okay! Cyrus why won't you answer!?" He said with a glare towards the creatures and a sheepish smile to Harry.

He was not granted mercy from the swat that made contact to the back of his head. "Because I can't breathe you dirty mutt!" Harry said as he none to carefully pushed Sirius off away from him, "It's not completely their fault Sirius Orion Black and you know it! It gives you no excuse to curse! I bet you were zoning off again." Harry's voice was an angelic hum that clearly caught the hobbit's interest. When he slowly rose to his full height and turned to face them with a smile they seemed even more entranced than they had been at the simple sound of his voice. "I'm horribly sorry for running into you, you see we're lost and we're very new to this area." And this world. He added mentally to himself with a small smile. "I'm Harrison Potter; please just call me Harry or Cyrus, and this is Sirius Black call him mutt or Padfoot. May I ask your names?"

Harry took that moment in time to observe the hobbits completely. Three of them were remotely the same; though they all were completely different they all had one thing in common, very large hairy feet. The sight of their feet made both Sirius and Harry share a small glace that was full of childish intent. They were small, but not too small; honestly Harry found them the perfect height. The tallest one stood somewhere in the four foot stage, and the shortest one seemed about four foot even.

He focused on the one that stepped forward, the creature was fair, and actually if Harry was honest with himself he would say that the small man was attractive. His hair was only to the middle of his neck, and it fell like graceful ringlets of dark chocolate around his face, he was slightly pale compared to the rest, and in his eyes he held extreme intelligence. Yes, the boy was very beautiful, his pale powder blue eyes clashed with Harry's vibrant green ones with care.

"I am Frodo Baggins," This instantly caught their attention, though neither man spoke a word as of yet, "This is Samwise Gamgee," A stout hobbit with beautiful ringlets a much lighter shade than Frodo's stepped forward with a wary eye but a slight smile and offered a kind, just call me Sam, before stepping back again, "and these two, who ran into you are Meridoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took." The two stepped forward with mock bows and pipes that they had conjured from their pockets sticking from their mouths.

"Frodo Baggins, are you perhaps related to one Bilbo Baggins?" Harry said, pushing a lock of his long hair behind a pointed ear, jumped when he heard a slight gasp escape Sam's lips.

"You're an Elf!" The stout hobbit exclaimed his eyes twinkled with admiration and shear interest.

"Yes, I am related to Bilbo, he's my uncle, we currently take up home at bag end." The dark Hobbit said, with a raised brow, "How do you know him?" Frodo asked, almost in a bit of defense.

"We're on the way to his home by instructions from a very powerful man. He said that Bilbo may be able to offer us shelter and give us protection until we are able to make contact with Gandalf the grey." Sirius said, giving a strict look to Harry that nothing more was to be said on the subject until they made contact with Bilbo, or better yet Gandalf.

"Could you show us the way? We have a bit of a story to tell, and it's far too long to tell more than once." Harry said softly, there was darkness far greater than anything the small Hobbit Frodo had ever seen in the eyes of Harrison Potter. Not an evil, or a malicious thought, but a great knowledge, and a power that showed he was much more than an Elf that had lost his way with his companion who was of the race of Men.

Yes, Sirius thought, seeing that exact look in his eyes, a story far too long.