A/N: This is my first story ever. I love to read stories and be entertained, but have decided to try to give a little bit back. This chapter has lemons. I don't think I went too graphic, but then again, I'm new to writing anything. Microsoft word is amazing for spelling and grammar mistakes. Also, suggestions are welcome. Thank you.
Chapter 2: Change in a Flash
Life for Harry Potter was anything but what it should have been. Lilly and James intended Harry to grow up surrounded by love, taken care of by people bound to him by love, and never needing anything within reason. Instead, Harry didn't even know his name. He lived in a cupboard under the stairs on a cot with only a baby blanket to keep warm. Not once in his short life since coming to Number 4 Privet Drive has Harry been told he was loved or even wanted. Quite the opposite, he was told how much of burden he was and how he should be grateful to have clothes, food, and shelter at all!
Harry was at the sink cleaning the dishes from this morning's breakfast when his cousin Dudley came into to kitchen sneaking like a cat stalking a mouse. "ROOAAARR!" Dudley shouted. Harry jumped at the sudden noise dropping the plate in his hand causing it to shatter in the sink, breaking several other dishes in the process.
Dudley's eyes widened in glee and shouted "DAD! The freak broke the dishes!"
Harry trembled in fear as he heard the thundering footsteps of his humongous uncle come charging into the kitchen from the living room. Vernon opened the door so hard the door nearly came off of its hinges. He stormed over to Harry, without verifying the story, and punched his nephew so hard he flew off the stool and cracked his head on the corner of the oven. Harry saw stars and felt wet run down his head into his eye further hindering his already blurry sight. With his sight blurred, he never saw the kick that knocked the wind out of him. So focused was he on the lack of air, he didn't hear the crunch and snap of the ribs breaking or puncturing his lungs. Vernon picked the nearly unconscious boy up and threw him into the cupboard under the stairs and locked it.
"Stay in there without food for the next week! That will teach you to break things you cannot pay for to replace!"
Head spinning from the concussion, lack of air, and blood loss, Harry couldn't remember a time when he was in so much pain or felt so alone. All he wanted was to not be in pain, be safe from harm and surrounded by people that loved him. He wanted that more than anything he had ever wanted before in his life. At that moment, it was all he wanted.
Then, in a flash…Harry was gone. Vernon saw a bright light come from the cupboard and stormed over to give the boy a beating for stealing a torch or matches and trying to burn the house down. When he threw the cupboard door open, all that remained of Harry was a bloodstain on the cot. "Petunia, the freak is finally gone! I think hell finally took back its daemon spawn!"
"Good riddance to it! I hope we never see the freak again!" Petunia yelled from upstairs. She let out a sigh of relief thinking she was finally free from "their kind" for good.
Harry appeared in a flash of fire completely covering his body in a room he was not familiar with. But it wasn't the normal orange and red fire you normally see or think of. These flames were black and purple with a silver lining. In his semi-lucid state, Harry could see the flames covering his body, but instead of feeling frightened, he felt comforted; like being wrapped in a warm blanket by your mother after coming in from the cold.
The next thing Harry started to notice was a beautiful song being sung in his head and a feeling of euphoria wash over him. He never felt so at peace.
What Harry didn't see, was several families suddenly flame flash into the same room with him. The Delacour, Tonks, Bones, and Greengrass families were all standing there in shock wondering where they were and how they got there. Of course they all knew each other and had stayed in contact since that night four years ago, but no one had any idea where they currently were.
Amelia Bones, being the trained to be observant through her time in the aurors, quickly noticed the small boy engulfed in flames unlike she had ever seen before and let out a gasp as she took in the boy's physical condition.
Amelia's gasp alerted everyone else to the fact that there was something else going on in the room besides their arrival. Everyone looked up at the boy wreathed in flames above their heads and let out a collective gasp. Lady Greengrass covered her mouth to stifle the sob that was threatening to come out from her heart breaking from the condition of the broken boy.
All watched in fascination as the boy's form started to heal as the flames started to take on the shape they recognized as a phoenix. What they couldn't see was the internal healing that was taking place. Harry's broken bones were not just healed, they were made like they were brand new. His eyesight was fixed. The malnutrition damage was reversed. He grew several inches to become the height he was supposed to be had he been taken care of properly. The last unseen thing the phoenix did for Harry was to occlude his mind with the same protection and recall abilities of the phoenix. He would now have perfect recall and no one would ever be able to enter, influence, or harm Harry's mind.
The next observation anyone was able to make about the currently unknown boy was the flames turning into shadow as the phoenix slowly sank into the boy and the shadows morph into the shape of a panther. Ted Tonks noticed the boy's muscles grow larger and his body filled out quite a bit for a small boy. He didn't look like he was a body builder, but more like a swimmer or gymnast. Lean, corded muscle that would respond at a moment's notice.
Apolline's mouth dropped open in wonder as the shadows started merging into flames again but not fully morphing to flame but more of a shadow lined with silver and purple and the panther began to sink into Harry just like the phoenix did minutes ago. Then, to everyone's amazement, the boy began to change into a panther cub with shadow flames running down the length of his back down to the tip of his tail as well as the trail side of each of his legs.
As the Morph completed, Harry was slowly lowered to the floor where he lay in asleep like the little cub he currently was. Everyone gathered around the newly made phoenix shadow panther cub to get a better look.
Suddenly, a loud POP was heard from behind the group and the women (except Amelia) screamed while the men (including Amelia) drew their wands and fired off stunners, banishing hexes, and petrification hexes. The small house elf shrieked, shielded, and then cowered. "I's be begging forgiveness for scaring yous. But, is Master Harry alls better now?"
Cyrus recovered first asking, "Is this boy Harry? Who are you and where are we?"
"I's be Skeet and this is being the Potter Battlements. That is Master Harry…" a little chuckle "more now than before…" then the little elf broke down laughing at his own joke.
Everyone else was in too much shock to fully understand the little elf's joke. But what did set in was that their friend's long lost son was in front of them. He had been severely hurt, appeared to have been starved, and was wearing rags that now were nothing but strips of cloth lying on the ground after the transformation. Many emotions were running through the group. Rage, sorrow, disbelief, horror, and a good bit of wonder at what transpired before their very eyes.
Before any of the adults in the room could react or even realize what their daughters were even doing, as one all four girls moved to the small cub and began to pet, stroke, and scratch softly Harry. They could feel the warmth of the flames, but it was a welcome feeling and began to meld into the girl's skin.
Jean seeing his little Fleur having these shadow flames absorbed into her skin went to grab her away from her current sitting position but was stopped by a barrier that snapped in place. The to his horror and amazement, all the small girls began to shift into shadow panther cubs and proceed to snuggle into the young boy. Ted Tonks noted the girls had small flames running down their legs but not their backs and were slightly smaller in size than young Harry. All things considered, the children seemed to be fine other than now being shadow panther cubs and inseparable. Skeet had been able to elf pop the kids to the nursery together but the moment anyone tried to separate them, the shield snapped into place and wouldn't allow them any closer. So it was decided to let the kids sleep together in the nursery on the huge bed conjured by Skeet for the cubs while they were shown to their rooms.
As Ted and Andromeda reached their rooms, Andromeda collapsed into Teds arms crying in great sobs. He held her close rubbing her back in small circles, kissing the top of her head and crooning comforting words of love and comfort to her. Eventually her sobs slowed, her tears slowed, and Andromeda looked up at her loving husband's eyes and saw what she needed…love. "Please, make love to me. Make me feel whole and loved; like I can face tomorrow because I have you with me! Please!"
Ted didn't answer with words, just scooped is beautiful wife up in his arms and carried to the edge of the bed where he set her down on her feet. Her curvy 5'7" frame was waiting for him to unwrap and pleasure. So that is what he did. He started with her outer robes. Unbuttoning them and letting the garment drop to the floor like it was nothing more than trash so he could get to the more tantalizing bits. Her button down iridescent blue silk shirt was next to come off. As each button was released from its hole and revealed a little bit more skin, Teds mouth placed a kiss, lick or a nip of his teeth on each bit of flesh. He wasted no time in taking of her bra to release her heavy 38DD mounds of perfection. "Merlin, I love your breasts, Andi!"
"Please, Love…I need you now. Play with me later. I just need to feel whole and loved. I need you inside me."
Ted could see the need and want in his beautiful wife's eyes. There was no way he could deny her what she needed, so he banished both their clothes, placed her in the bed and followed her and climbed between her already spread legs. After years of being together, Ted knew just how to position himself to align his cock up perfectly with her ready and waiting pussy and slid home. And that what it was. Home. No matter where they were in the world, together they were home.
Both let out a low breathy moan of both relief and satisfaction from to feeling of completeness. The moans only continued as Ted began to slowly piston his cock in and out of Andi's hot inviting pussy. Neither of them wanting or thinking of stopping to put up silencing charms. The sounds of their love making bleeding into the other nearby rooms. The occupants of the other rooms were feeling the same emotions and needs as Ted and Andi and decided to add to the sounds of the night in their own way.
"Master, fuck your little slut, please. I need to feel your cock!" begged Apolline.
Jean pointed to the place between his legs for her to take. Apolline eagerly went to her knees and took out her master and lover's cock placing loving kisses the length of it showing her husband her devotion and love. Then taking the head into her mouth swirled her tongue around it before taking more and more of his length into her mouth and throat. Her eyes never wavered from his during the whole time she lavished attention to her master's cock.
"On your back, little slut, and spread your legs so I can take what is mine."
Immediately Apolline was in position ready and waiting with anticipation in her eyes. She knew she was so ready for what was going to happen she might come just from his penetration. "Take your slut's cunt, Master. I am yours forever!"
Jean thrust his cock into her waiting cunt and felt her walls contract around him immediately. "You know you should have asked to come first, slut, but because of the day we have had you are forgiven this transgression. You may come as much as you want until the sun rises." With that he began to pound into her. It wasn't the brutal pounding of an uncaring master only out for his own pleasure, but of a master looking to enjoy his slut as much as his slut was enjoying being used by her master. Their passion lasted long into the night ending with Apolline screaming out "Master!" before passing out completely sated and at peace.
Cyrus and Valencia entered their quarters and found themselves needing comfort in each other's arms. They each undressed, then headed to the in-suit bathroom shower where the water was instantly the perfect temperature. They washed and caressed every part of each other until they were clean then stepped out and dried each other off. Moving over to the bed Cyrus led his wife to the edge where he laid her back with her legs still hanging over the edge. Lowering himself between her perfect legs to her open and waiting flower, Cyrus took a breath of the sweet fragrance that he had enjoyed these past ten years. Then he leaned forward and licked the nectar from her petals savoring each drop from his wife. His eyes closed in bliss. He loved the taste of Valencia. There was no other taste in the world he would rather have on his lips than her pussy juice. He continued to enjoy his feast until his wife came three times and pulled his head up to hers where her lips could meet his. Her passionate kiss was proof positive that his attention was appreciated and wanted. But now, she wanted more than a tongue no matter how good it was.
Cyrus was glad to comply. His cock had been aching to sheath itself into Valencia's tight flower since their shower. He simply moved more onto the bed with Valencia and then looked into her eyes as he slowly slid his engorged cock into her wet and aching pussy. Both felt the bliss of being complete but didn't pause long to enjoy it. Cyrus began to move at a pace that both knew would bring them to a mutual conclusion. His pace slowed or sped up as they both wanted to make it last longer or drive their pleasure higher. But eventually, he drove them both over the edge where they knew only satisfaction and then the bliss of sleep.
Amelia entered her room and tried to block out all the noises of love making and passionate sex but couldn't. Too long had she felt the need to find someone to take care of her and her needs. Tonight just made things more difficult to deny herself those physical pleasures. She conjured her favorite rabbit vibe and pressed it to her center. Her nickers were soaked to the point of dripping down her legs now. Pushing the sodden material to the sides she shoved the vibe inside with a groan and sank to her knees in the middle of the floor sinking even further upon the vibe. While her right hand was busy between her legs, her left desperately grabbed her robes and blouse tearing it away from her magnificent, aching and turgid nipples. Amelia squeezed, pinched, pulled and twisted the sensitive flesh as her need became more urgent with each thrust of the vibe into her wanton hole. As she approached her peak, her moans almost became sobs of need. Need of companionship, need of real flesh thrusting between her legs and need of love returned unconditionally. After she screamed out her release, she climbed into bed and promptly fell asleep.
As they slept, the children all snuggled closer needing to feel the skin (or fur as the current situation was) contact with each other. The developed a sense of closeness and oneness. By the end of the night, their bond would be complete and nothing would be able to separate the four children again.
Harry slept feeling warm, loved, and for once…safe in his own home. He hoped tomorrow would feel like it did right now.