/* AN: Sorry for getting this chapter out so late, Winter Carnival was this past week, which is basically an excuse for me to go on a four and a half day drinking rampage. So any writing (if any) I got done over the past few days is crap, unintelligible, or both. So I had to re-write or delete most of it.
But now I'm back! I'm skipping the training with the Cherokee, just gonna throw some of it in there as a flashback cause I don't wanna go over it again. Like I said, fuck extended training scenes. The frat scene is kinda similar to one of my other stories, a one-shot Harry Potter x Percy Jackson and the Olympians crossover called Master of Death. Since I can shamelessly plug my own fanfics here, go check it out! Anyways, here's the next chapter.
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With a sudden flash of light, Harry landed in the hotel room Remus and Sirius had booked for him in Miami. After the month he had spent in extended time with the Cherokee tribe, he was more than ready to take some time off and relax and enjoy the beach.
He almost subconsciously shifted into the direwolf form he had unlocked, still enjoying the idea of being able to transform whenever he wanted to, and thought back to first time he had found his form and shifted.
FLASHBACK
When Harry first arrived at the reservation, he was met with a lumbering mountain of a man, close to six and a half feet and heavily muscled, but with surprisingly peaceful eyes. Introducing himself as Winston Brownbear, he told Harry that he would be teaching him the animagus transformation, as well as running him through the ritual that would allow him to unlock the other animagus forms he planned to over the summer.
The ritual for his multimagus form was easily preformed right then, a simple ritualistic chant and dance around a fire, and he could unlock as many forms as he wanted. That night, he was more than ready to find his first form. Returning to the hut that housed the fire he had chanted around the night before, he was slightly surprised to find a handful of people with ages ranging from low teens to mid-twenties.
When he asked Winston about it, he was told "You have something that will let us run the entire month-long transformation in a day, consider doing this with a group my price for teaching you the transformation and the rest of what I'll teach you over the next month."
Catching the eye of a pretty brunette in the back, he agreed, privately thinking there were worse things in the world. A shout from Winston brought everyone's attention to him, where he told them about Thor's Cradle and the process.
"So as soon as Mr. Funktastic here sets up the Cradle, y'all are gonna sit around this fire while I throw in copious amounts of marijuana, and once you're all baked off your asses, you'll be contacted by your spirit animal, which will be your first animagus form."
When Harry complied, setting the boundary of the Cradle to include the house next door they'd be living in and the ritual hut, they sat around the fire, Harry sneaking next to the brunette he'd noticed before. As he introduced himself as Mr. Funktastic and she gave her name as Becca, Winston commenced the bakefest.
When Harry came to the next morning, he could clearly remember the dreams he had talking to a direwolf. Thrilled about having a pack-oriented predator as his spirit animal, Harry cheerfully set to waking up the rest of the participants.
MINOR FLASH FORWARD TO THE END OF THE MONTH
By the end of the month, the group was itching to get their first chance at their transformation. Harry and Becca, who he'd been sleeping with for pretty much the whole month, were no different. Both had wolf forms (Becca was a timber wolf), and they had spent much of the month either sleeping together or thinking about their first transformation, when Harry wasn't learning hunting and tracking with Winston or the group wasn't meditating around the magical fire to learn to access their form.
When the time came for the transformation ritual, the setup was surprisingly similar to the revealing ritual. Winston had magically expanded the hut, allowing all the animals to fit, and started up the fire again, throwing the magic herb on top, letting everyone get back in touch with their spirit animal, this time to let them free.
Harry was one of the first to transform, and once Becca had turned too, started fooling around with her in their wolf forms. By the time morning came and they could turn back to their human forms, they were both extremely frisky, and raced each other back to Harry's room.
After a few rounds of rousing celebratory sex, Harry said goodbye to Becca, took down Thor's Cradle, and got a portkey from Winston that would take him to their hotel in Miami.
END FLASHBACK (FINALLY)
Remus and Sirius walked into Harry's room, hearing the stumbling and swearing he always did after a portkey, and were shocked to find a full-size pitch-black direwolf sitting on the ground. It turned its emerald green eyes to the men, then shifted to the familiar form of their godson/adopted nephew. Remus was, of course, thrilled to see Harry was had a wolf form, while Sirius was more impressed with Becca.
After comparing the pictures of Becca with the woman Sirius had brought home (Remus had struck out), Harry had to admit that objectively, Sirius' girl was hotter. But he vowed to do better than him that night, while Remus looked on in amusement. Remus and Sirius were planning on going to a different bar that night, while Harry was planning on going to a frat party he had heard about while the three were eating breakfast at a nearby restaurant.
So, after spending the rest of the day at the beach, the three men split up for the night. Harry telepopped to the University of Miami campus and wandered around until he found the right frat house. A towering house with the letters Pi Sigma Omicron nailed on front stared him down, loud rap music pounding his ears.
Walking in, he was immediately handed a beer, and he made his way to the kitchen, where a group of students wearing blue Pi Sigma Omicron shirts were concentrated. Although the guys were nice, there was an undercurrent of tension since none of the guys knew who he was. They obviously knew his name, which he gave as Mr. Funktastic (silently cursing the goblins yet again in his head) from when he introduced himself, but they knew nothing else about him.
Wanting to ease his hosts' mind and knowing that the only way to truly know someone was to get beyond black-out drunk with them, he pulled up a chair with the Pi Sigs and started working his way through a keg with their assistance.
As the night went on and they all got drunker, each of the Pi Sigs were beyond saddened that "our bestest buddy and the coolest dude since Arnold Schwarzenegger" wasn't a student at the U, thus couldn't pledge Pi Sig. Shooing Harry away for a few minutes, they put their heads together. Obviously trashed, they weren't as quiet as they thought they were, so Harry could clearly hear little snippets of their conversation.
"Has to pledge to be Pi Sig" "...but he's foreign" "...coolest dude EVER!" "MORE BEER!" "...shut the fuck up Porkins, nobody likes you" "...outdrank all of us..." "see, Porkins just passed out" "for real, if Porkins got in" "but Pork Master P did go through the pledge process" "true, but Funky Funktastic should at least get honorary status" "I like that" "motherfucking technicalities and shit"
When they returned, Harry was unsurprised when they offered him an honorary membership in Pi Sigma Omicron. He immediately accepted, and celebrated with his new brothers with another beer. Some of the guys, deciding to make it more formal, took Harry, who was drunk enough to agree, to a tattoo shop to get inked up with a matching tattoo with the rest of the members.
Harry walked out of the shop with not only the matching tattoo, a rearing lion wearing a crown holding a torch in its paw over the letters on his left side stretching from his hip to the underside his pec, but also got the name "Mr. Funktastic" tattooed in Old English script in an arc from his right to left pec, arching up to just under his collarbone. He immediately went with his new brothers back to the frat house and celebrated with more beer.
Harry woke up the next morning in an extra bedroom in the Pi Sig house, his side and pecs sore from the tattoos, and his dick sore from the workout it got from the sexy blonde coed he'd pulled the night before. He threw on a pair of shorts, forgoing a shirt since his skin was still sore and made sure he had a picture of the coed on his phone (while she was still clothed, he still had some morals) before heading downstairs to say goodbye to the bros to meet up with Sirius and Remus for breakfast.
A handful of the bros were sitting around the table, passing a bong, and invited him to join. He agreed, and sent a quick text message to Sirius, telling them he wouldn't make it to their breakfast and that he'd catch up with them later. After passing the bong for a while, they started heading out for the game of Ultimate Frisbee they had planned with their rival frat, Zeta Tau Kai.
Harry joined them, given his status as an honorary Pi Sig, and they all trooped down to the beach, where the Zetas had marked off a field and were warming up. Skipping the warmup, the Pi Sigs instead all pulled out either a joint, piece, or bong and lit their preferred smoking accessory up. Harry shared a really nice vape with Tex and Simba, who he'd gotten close to the night before.
Feeling a nice mellow buzz going, Harry noticed the crowd gathering. Apparently, this was a yearly thing, and this was a tie-breaker game, given the series was tied at 17-17. They played a few warm-up points before the game really started cranking, and it was a close game. By the time it got to universe point (AN: a tie game going into the last point, i.e. a next-point-wins scenario), the game had been going on a few hours, stopping for a break halfway through to switch sides of the field and for the Pi Sigs to re-up their high and crush a few beers while the Zetas stretched and talked strategy.
Since Harry didn't have the blue Pi Sig pinney with the crest on the front and their name on the back that the rest of the guys had, he had played the whole game shirtless, letting his new Pi Sig tattoo show his affiliation and his Mr. Funktastic tattoo show his name. The unintended consequence of this, of course, was the attention heaped on his tanned, muscled form by the drooling bikini-clad coeds watching the game. Used to the attention on his form by this point, he had ignored the coeds, except to wink or give his patented lopsided grin at one every once in a while.
When Harry saw JFK (short for Jessticles Foreskin Coctopus, which totally shortens to JKF when you're drunk enough) catch an errant flick from McFly, the Pi Sig president, he took off downfield, leaving his defender in the dust. He saw JFK huck a long-ass hammer downfield (AN: he threw the disc really far upside down, really hard throw to master), and sprinted to chase it down inbounds. When he saw it would be long, he sprinted to catch up to the disc and did an inverted World's Greatest (AN: he jumped in the air, caught the disc, and threw it to another player without touching the ground, all while the disc was upside-down, another hella hard throw to master) to a pledge named Meat, who was trailing the play and performed a perfect layout on the sidelines in the scoring zone for the win.
After a quick round of handshakes with the Zetas, the Pi Sigs sauntered over to the cheering and adoring crowd of coeds and invited them to the Pi Sig house that night for an after-party. Harry saw Remus and Sirius in the crowd, looking at him with pride, and told Meat that he'd be at the house that night, but needed to catch up with his uncles.
"Holy hell Harry, how'd you get so good at ultimate?" Sirius cried as soon as he made sure nobody could hear him call Harry anything other than Mr. Funktastic. "And what the hell are those tattoos?" he continued, more accusingly.
"First of all, and most importantly, Sirius, I bagged another one last night" he told the man, pulling out his phone a calling up the picture of his coed, receiving a proud fist bump from his godfather. "Secondly, to answer your first question, do you have any idea how high I am right now? Those bros know how to make a homie welcome. And thirdly, answering your last question, I got hella drunk last night, and I'm now an honorary Pi Sig, which is the crest on my ribs. And while I was getting that done, I decided I was drunk enough to the get Mr. Funktastic on my chest. They're throwing another party tonight, so I'm gonna run to that. You guys going bar hopping again?"
Remus was the first to speak, since Sirius was still laughing on the ground. "Only you cub, only you. And yes, we're going to the same place we went last night. We both pulled," he continued, showing him a picture of the woman he slept with, while was still laughing too hard on the ground to do the same "so we've got a foot in the door. Call if you're not gonna make it back to the hotel again tonight?"
Answering him in the affirmative, he wandered off to the Pi Sig house again, highly anticipating the after-party.
His ungodly hangover the next morning, not to mention the two coeds sleeping on him, proved the party easily worth the hype. Trying to overcome his hangover-induced headache, he tried to remember what happened the night before. He could remember up through the impromptu Beer Olympics he had challenged the Zetas that up to, could easily recall dominating the Beer Pong table with McFly for a good two dozen games, but lost it after about the same number of games of flip cup.
Congratulating himself for a wonderful night, even if he didn't remember most of it, he dragged himself down to the kitchen, where a few Pi Sigs were milling around, cooking, eating, getting baked, or watching Planet Earth on Tex's big-screen TV in the living room. Most were doing at least two of them at a time.
He snagged a plate and a handful of bacon from the stack of it Meat was cooking for the active brothers and crashed next to McFly on the sofa, exchanging grunts that equated to "Hey bro, sick night last night, no?" and "Yeah bro, I saw you pulled those two coeds, nice one." He borrowed Simba's vape, which was abandoned on the table next to him and packed it from the dimebag he'd bought the night before, joining the rest of the Pi Sigs grouped around the TV in their recreational pursuit.
Alas, he knew that all good things had to come to an end, and said goodbye to his new brothers, heading back to the hotel to meet up with Sirius and Remus for the next leg of the journey. He got an approving grin and a fake sniffle from Sirius ("they grow up so fast") when he showed them the picture of the two coeds he'd pulled the night before, and said goodbye.
Like when he went to the Cherokee, Sirius and Remus had no desire to spend two months doing nothing while Harry spent his time learning another animagus transformation and extra training from first the Comanche then the Sioux tribes, so they were staying another two nights in Miami, before meeting him in Chicago, the next stop on their journey.
And so, with a shout of the activation phrase, Harry was gone from Miami, thinking fondly about his new brothers, and looking forward to what he'd be shown the next two months.
/* AN: And...we're clear! Sorry, gratuitous Wayne's World reference. Anyways, what'd'ja think? Hit that little "Review" button below and drop me a line. Rampant sex, drugs, and underage drinking, I told y'all this would be an M-rated story. I'm keeping it to merely referencing the sex, cause I don't wanna be banned. So yeah. I may make it more explicit and ease into it more, but we'll see. See y'all on the next one!
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