AN: Since I got a request for one of these, I figured I might as well go through it with. I do requests, I like reviews that are actually reviews. Please, if you have a request, PM me. Otherwise you're just buffing my review-numbers with requests. As a reminder, please don't get your hopes up for a full-length story out of a request. I do these little one-shots as introductions not necessarily as "Here's what I plan to write!" 'cause by now, that would be dumb to try and write all of these. Please review and let me know what you think, also which chapters you would actually like to see develop as a story. I've got timelines for just about all of them, they're also open for adoption, just give me a little heads up (and credit where credit is due) and any of these can be used.
Also, this is a continuation of Option 2, as per request. Don't get used to it, I don't like doing continuations of one-shots.
Ever growing Option # 7 Lunar in the Triwizard…
Scene: 3rd Task of the Triwizard Tournament.
Harry Potter had been trying to keep everything that had happened to him personally secret from anyone who didn't really need to know. He really had been trying. But god damn it, sometimes Harry thought someone was setting these tasks up for the sole purpose of getting him to out himself.
Last year had been amazing. He had met one of his newest friends, Tonks (She hated her first name and refused to tell him anything other than that,) a girl from hufflepuff in her seventh year at Hogwarts, who began to teach him about what he was and what had happened. He had bene doubtful at first, but seeing her change her form into several animals and then begin changing her human features around made Harry a believer.
Harry could still remem ber the night he'd first met Tonks, immediately following his release from the Hospital wing shortly before the end of the term.
Harry slithered; yes, slithered; through the Forbidden Forest. He was still very much getting used to the form he'd taken, whether he wanted it to or not, he still felt a need to explore his new form. The symbol on his forehead had changed over the time he'd been measuring it. It was now a crescent moon that glittered on his brow, rather than the ring of silver that used to reside there. It made no difference to Harry, in the end. None of ti made any sense. He just knew that he felt at home under the light of the moon.
"Wotcher, kid." A voice sounded from nearby, Harry could smell the newcomer, in a sense, but couldn't quite figure out what her scent was. It was mixed with so many conflicting scents it made Harry's head spin a bit.
"Still getting used to the senses? Don't worry. It'll come with time. Could you come back to your human form so we can talk face-to-face?" Harry could now see the girl. She was standing in front of him with her eyes covered by one hand. Her hair was bright pink? Even in the night with the eyes of a snake Harry could tell that the color was pink. It tasted pink. That was a confusing bit of information for Harry's brain… But otherwise she just seemed normal. Obviously Hufflepuff colors form the badge and tie, but otherwise…
When Tonks sensed Harry's trepidation, she sighed and channeled a bit of power through her skin, showing her own mark and the tattoos that covered her body. Harry could make out her name, "Princess Quicksilver Forms of Intrigue" and several lines which seemed to be a story, but he couldn't quite read all of it.
"Name's Tonks, but if you want you can call me Princess. I like being able to say that." her mouth curled into a smile as she slowly lowered her hand. Harry took that as his queue to change back into his human form. In the night his tattoos glowed bright as his form shifted and shrank. Suddenly he was back on legs with hands and arms and such things, His eyes never left hers, though.
"Well, then. This should be fun, Eh Harry?"
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She'd given him his name amongst their group. Might of Purpose. She'd given him his permanent Tattoos; the ones he had were simply temporary, it seemed. Since then she'd been by as often as she could be, but the last thing he'd heard of her she was going into Auror basic training.
The next year, He'd met Remus Lupin, yet another person he could talk to! He'd smelled the wolf in Remus within minutes of meeting him. When confronted about it, along with the showing of his own Caste symbol (A glowing disk symbolizing the Full Moon) and Remus was more than willing to talk. He's the one who had helped Harry come to terms with his Spirit Form, citing that some things were a part of us, no matter how much we may wish they weren't…
Finding out about Sirius Black had bene a nice thing. He'd wanted to eat Peter Pettigrew since finding out about his betrayal, but he kept himself from doing so for the sake of the testimonial that could provide Sirius with a way of making good on his promise to let Harry live with him. It might let him have Tonks over and she could continue helping him with this whole "Lunar" thing…
Chosen of Luna? It still sounded a little weird to Harry, but every time he'd try to think about it, or ask about it, Tonks would get a look on her face that made Harry both scared and strangely attracted, or he would get a flash of a Crescent moon in his mind, hanging in the air in a way that is not natural for it to do so, reminding him of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland…
And then this bullshit happened. He'd been fine with the thought of sitting back, maybe doing some hunting in the Forest when nobody was looking, flying back to his dorm room (Being a bird was AWESOME!) and lettign the whole year pass him by without incident. But no. Some numbnuts had to put his name into the cup and the cup, being the "infallible and immaculate artifact" that it supposedly is, chose his name to come out. What kind of nonsense is that? Tri-wizard. Tri. Three. Not four. Quad-wizard tournament just didn't have the same ring to it…
It was times like that when Harry began to question his sanity… He usually went on to realize he was a 15 year old boy competing in a tournament practically tailor-designed to kill its participants in a world of wand-waving lunatics with self-inflating egos.
Suddenly being a shapechanging Chosen of the Moon made a lot more sense when that realization kicked in. Right now, however, as Harry wandered through the hedge-maze that constituted the Third task, he couldn't help but think "Somewhere along the way, I've gone mad."
Perhaps it happened when the Mer-folk began worshipping him as a God? Perhaps it was when Harry thought to himself that the Hungarian Horntail looked hot? Or perhaps it was when the centaurs had stopped trying to shoot him when he went into the forest and instead began leaivng him gifts and tied up animals…
And now, what does Harry see? But a Sphinx. Normally, a the Sphinx was supposed to ask a riddle of the contestant that found it. If they answered correctly, she would let them pass. If they answered incorrectly, however, she would attack them.
Did she do either of these things? No. Instead she began to rub up against the young Lunar.
"How you doin'?" she asked in a completely uncharacteristic accent.
"Is that the Riddle?" Harry asked, half hopeful…
AN: The end. There. Third task. Leaving it there since I don't write lemons (often) and there's only a few ways that line of thought can go. Kind of crack-tastic, but really just my brain going "WTF!? SPHINX + LUNAR = CAPSLOCK FOR COOL!"
I've also decided to not give a crap about the mash-up of Exalted-style magic and Harry Potterverse-style magic. I know it doesn't mesh well, I don't care. It's Magic. What more do you want?
