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Quotes from book

Mind Talking between Familiar/Bonded

Harry stared at the food in front of him unseeingly, his eyes drifting toward the hand that had previously had such lies written into it from the Blood Quill.

His magic felt sore this morning, pulled in far too many directions in a short amount of time. Harry felt his hand start to shake slightly as he remembered the feelings the Blood Quill elected from him and he hurriedly dropped the spoon of oatmeal back into its bowl and brought his hand back into his lap, clutching it tightly.

"You okay, mate?" Neville asked with concern, having spotted Harry being off ever since last night with his detention with Umbridge, he couldn't even remember seeing his roommate when he went to bed, the boy must've snuck in after dark.

"I'm fine," Harry automatically said even as he looked away from Neville and rubbed the back of his unblemished hand, having been healed by his grandfather the previous night.

Harry still didn't fully know what to do, his grandpa had said he'd handle it, that this wouldn't go unpunished, but Harry didn't really know what his angry grandfather would do.

While the laws regarding gods and their children have relaxed, it was still against the law for Percy to see Poseidon, and because Harry was the child of Percy, that law actually applied to him as well.

Meaning that while Zeus may relent to his grandfather's visit the night before, he would probably do something if his grandfather visited once more or started messing with the lives around him, as that was practically interacting with Harry.

The worst thing was, Harry didn't fully know who he could talk to, it was like anytime he tried to bring it up, his mind screamed at him that it would be a bad idea. That no one should know, that they can't know.

When he tried to fight the feeling, he nearly screamed in agony as he felt his core twist inside of him, being wrung out like some towel. He nearly made himself pass out by trying to tell Severus just a few hours ago before breakfast, having been unable to sleep.

The Potions Master had nearly freaked out over him, apparently, he had nearly tried to kill himself by trying to talk about something that someone had magically made him unable to talk about. Harry was nearly certain it had to do with the paper he had been writing on, as Umbridge had also supplied it. Perhaps some type of hidden blood document where it made it so any sort of his blood on it, one that didn't require a signature, would be legally binding to his core.

In any case, Harry couldn't open his mouth to anyone about what had happened during last night's detention. He couldn't even write it down so the only person who could ever perhaps know would be his grandfather unless he spent another detention with Umbridge and showed Severus the results.

Considering Harry never wanted to put his bonded toward that torture again, it left Harry relying on his grandfather for retribution and to stop Umbridge. Something he wasn't looking forward to as he never quite knew his grandfather since the man wasn't always around and could only rarely visit.

He was pulled back to the present by a sharp elbow in his side. Looking toward Neville with furrowed brows, the other boy nodded toward his food. "You need to eat, mate. Just a few bites, please," he pleadingly said.

Harry sighed and picked up his spoon, his stomach slightly rebelling at the food in front of him. Steeling himself, Harry looked away and shoved the spoon of oatmeal into his mouth, swallowing with effort and trying to calm his rebelling stomach.

When he put the barrier to save his familiars from the pain of the Blood Quill, from its harmful magic of constant use except for one signature, it seemed to have caused a reaction in his body.

Considering he's always been open to his familiars, their emotions going back and forth with no restriction, and their bonding haven been slightly slow that grew naturally, the barrier had disrupted something in their natural flow.

Even now, with the barrier being instantly torn down from the previous night, Harry still couldn't hear his familiars in his mind or quite feel them right. It was like their bond had been strained and either one or perhaps all of them were feeling its effect.

Ignoring the eyes he could feel in the back of his head, Harry shoved a few more bites into his mouth before leaving the Great Hall, feeling too overwhelmed and under scrutiny to stay any longer.

"Harry!" "Harry!" Two voices shouted behind him. Turning, Harry blinked as Draco and Neville both ran into view from the Great Hall, having followed him.

"Come on mate," Draco said carefully, taking Harry's elbow and leading him somewhere, Neville taking up his other elbow as they seemed to know where they were going.

They led him through corridor to corridor, but Harry didn't really care. He felt slightly faint and cold.

He was so cold.

"Harry?" Neville's concerned voice broke through his thoughts as Harry struggled to look toward his friend, finding himself slowly tipping forward and looking toward the ground.

"Pomfrey," Harry managed out, his throat feeling constricted as he felt like his entire body was shaking. Was the world always this fuzzy, or the ground as close as it seemed.

Tripping over his feet, Harry couldn't remember much else except two hands catching him and a soft female voice echoing through his ears.

Whoever belonged to that voice, made his entire body feel slightly warmer, something he only experiences fully when he was in his grandfather's presence or the few times his father unleashed his godly side of himself.

He hadn't fainted, but Harry barely had the energy to try and open his eyes as his mind and magic fought with each other.

"Easy, Harry," the soothing voice said.

While he didn't feel the hands on his chest, Harry just knew that somehow, those hands were resting above his chest. Not even a second later, Harry felt his core soothe around its frazzled edge. As if it was the back of a dog's scruff suddenly became flat and less tense.

It was relaxing, how this foreign magic was soothing and replenishing his own from its tired state. He didn't know if it was from the contract that was causing him to be tired, or his emotional disaster the night before.

In any case, the supply of magic made Harry feel the barrier that was blocking his familiars, something that wasn't budging even as the magic of the person seemingly pushed on it, trying to bend it to their will.

"Curious," the voice above him muttered as Harry let out a sigh of relief from the headache and nausea that had been tormenting his body since last night eased.

"Young Longbottom, if I'm not mistaken, Harry has a Niffler, for another companion in his bedroom, does he not?" the voice stated even when it was worded like a question.

"Yeah," Neville's voice washed over Harry as he agreed with the stranger's question.

"Go get it," The girl demanded as Harry whimpered slightly, the pain from the bond being blocked hurting his chest as his magic became more and more aware of not being able to feel its other half as the seconds passed.

Hearing the footsteps run but not seeing them was hard for Harry to bear. So, steeling himself, Harry concentrated on opening his eyes, just a little bit.

It seemed to take forever, but slowly the blinding world came back to him as Harry groaned softly. If he thought his body hurt before, it was nothing compared to the current moment.

Like a boulder has been weighing him down for centuries, only suddenly the weight has changed and has thrown all of Harry's muscles out of alignment and they were screaming from their constant use.

When the world finally stopped flashing between white, Harry saw the purple eyes that flashed between green and black of the female standing over him. Her hair shifted colors just as her eyes, seemingly torn between blonde and black with a mixture of red occasionally thrown in.

She looked to be about ten years old, perhaps even slightly younger but her eyes showed her true age as did the pole-cat that was dancing between her shoulders even as the she-dog by her side huffed at it in annoyment.

"Hecate?" Harry questioned her, wondering if his mind had truly been broken and he was mad.

But no, the aged eyes that have seen far too many years seemed to soften. it looked off, on the young girl's face as she knelt over Harry. Even as she gifted Harry with one of her very, very rare small smiles.

Before he could wonder what she was doing here, Neville seemed to come back with Arya in his arms. "I got her," Neville said nervously, looking between the girl and Harry as Draco stood vigilant over Harry's side.

The pureblood was looking at Hecate like her name wasn't the real person that created all magicals, but Harry knew that had to do with the fact that Hecate was a common name among the magical world because they worshiped the deity for their magic.

Hecate nodded stiffly toward Neville and took Arya who practically lept into her arms. The Niffler nuzzled the goddess before squirming toward Harry.

Harry, still too tired to even think about moving his arms, gave a soft grin toward the Niffler as it seemed to sniff Harry's body and nuzzle his palm. Trying to get him to pet her but Harry was too weak.

"Hecate?" Harry questioned even as his tongue felt limp in his mouth.

"It's okay, she'll know what needs to be done," the girl said as she ran a finger down the Niffler's spine.

The Niffler seemed to stiffen, let out a small distress noise, and then Harry felt it. It was like his entire body was on fire as the wall that was blocking his familiars felt like it was crashing down on him, burning him in the process.

A new bond, feeling raw and so underdeveloped, made Harry whimper slightly in pain as Arya nuzzled his shoulders. Her fur felt hot to the touch as Harry shivered as their magics combined into one.

Great, he had another familiar. The ministry was going to throw a tantrum if they ever found out how many he now had. Probably deem him too powerful given two of them were classified as XXXXX beasts.

Just as he felt like he was burning from the inside out, wondering if spontaneous combustion was an actual thing but for overloaded magic, it was suddenly soothed by Regina and Lunar as their bond renewed under the trauma the wall had endured.

"Mother," was whispered in awe and concern from Lunar as he felt the dragon mentally purr and rub along his magic. Seemingly happy to be right there beside it once more.

"Never do that again, hatchling," the Basilisk threatened even as she smoothed her scales over his magic, the sliding coolness of it helping his overheated body.

"Understood," Harry told Regina sleepily.

"What are you doing?" Harry finally asked out loud to Hecate.

The goddess just gave another smile, patted his chest, and left him in the hands of his two friends. "Don't worry about that, Harry, the problem will be dealt with."

Somehow, that didn't reassure Harry in the slightest.

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BONUS: A Moon To Remember

Moony was pacing by the line of yellow lights once more. The pack was behind him and Alpha was currently occupying them enough to not notice his missing second in command.

After a few times of trials, Moony had finally been accepted into the pack, quite easily if he really thought about it, and eventually showed that he had more wits than the others and easily beat the other Second when she tried to keep her place. Now she was Third and he was Second.

The Sea Smell drifted toward his nose again and he knew what he wanted to do.

Stopping his pacing, he looked to the tree he scouted out a few times and had managed to hide his curiosity from Remus whenever he transforms back and reviews what they did during the night. The bottom of the tree was split into three ways and only one of those branches gets remotely close to the lights in which he could jump over them.

He still didn't know if there was a height limit to the warning system he knew was in place, but he had to chance it. He had to see where the enticement was coming from.

Going to the tree, Moony clawed up the tree slowly as he kept an ear out for Alpha and trying not to keep his scent from sticking to the tree too much to buy himself some time.

Finally, he made it up just enough where the branch was slowly dipping downward but not in a concerning matter that it could break right underneath him. It helped, more than likely, that he accessed his other half's magic to make himself just a little bit lighter.

Feeling exhilaration, Moony took a few cautious steps forward on the large branch before steeling himself and pushing forward. He made it just enough and finally did his best to leap from the branch.

He heard it snap behind him as he soared over the yellow lights that smelt like a bear until finally, his paws touched the ground once more.

Werewolves, being far superior and stronger than normal wolves, had great leaping distance even when not having much speed to help with the leap. So, he was roughly three and a half meters away from where the lights were located.

Hoping the warning system hadn't gone off, Moony sniffed the air before cautiously following where the scent was drifting from.

There was a house in the distance, well, more like a farmhouse-type mansion really. It was large but also looked incredibly cozy. The scent of something like horses was located in the barn next to the house but he couldn't smell that they were currently there.

Ignoring the weird horses, Moony made his way toward the scent and followed it around the side of the house where a weird looking shape rested beside the house.

Moony felt his head tilt automatically as the scent of weird water reached his nose. Inching toward the weird thing in front of him that had the Sea Smell, Moony spotted a human, a male he realized, looking like it was swimming back and forth through the material the weird water was contained in.

Stepping forward automatically, Moony yelped as his foot gave way under him and pulled himself back, and looked confused at his wet paw.

But this wasn't water! It didn't have the natural smell that water always had. Ignoring the human now looking wide-eyed at him, Moony bent down and accidentally got his nose wet.

Pulling back and sneezing as the smell of some weird chemical went up into his nose, Moony rapidly sneezed in session and tried to rub his nose with his dry paw, hoping to get some of the weird water-like material off of it.

Sneezing before finally feeling like he can smell again, Moony looked toward the human who looked torn between laughing and tensing his shoulders like he was expecting Moony to hurt him.

Feeling his head automatically tilt the other way, Moony carefully made to the edge of the weird contraption and laid down on the edges, his paws hanging over the sides but not far enough to dip into the water as his head lowered between his paws and he let out a soft whine.

"Come here, please," his mental voice pleaded as he stared at the human, "I won't hurt you, Sea Smell."

The human froze and stared at Moony before looking between him and the door to the house that stood between them. Moony knew he could swim, he just didn't prefer going into the weird material. His nose still stunk of the stuff and he didn't particularly want to try and explain the smell to Alpha.

Plus, the human had to know even if he could run, Moony could instantly catch him. If anything, running would make his instincts more on edge, more along the lines of chasehuntcatch than playcuriousilyfollow.

Thankfully, the human seemed smart enough to realize it too, but he didn't get out. Instead, he gave Moony a mean glare that made Moony automatically try and duck his head lower and tuck his tail between his legs.

It was scarier than Alpha's!

Giving a low whine, Moony did the only thing he thought would please the human and turned on his side before finally shifting himself all the way to his back. The most open a canine can ever be. Something he only did to Alpha begrudgingly, never on his own will like this.

Moony heard the human get out but didn't hear any splash of water, telling him the water by him was even weirder than he thought. He tensed as the human neared and eyed him the best he could but didn't shift from his position.

The human could kill him, and Moony would not move.

Especially as the Sea Smell wafted closer to Moony as the man inched his way to him. Slowly, ever so slowly, the human was beside him and Moony watched him slowly un-tense as Moony never moved from his spot.

Moony felt his lips pull back as he felt a hand on his neck, just below his muzzle, but dropped it when the hand momentarily tightened. He felt his tail fall limp to the ground as the forcing of submission ran through his body. His body reacted by relaxing as time crawled by with only the hand connecting between the two bodies.

Eventually, Moony felt some confidence come back as the Sea Smell was right beside him, stuffing his nose up and making his heartbeat just a bit faster for whatever reason.

Giving a small whine, Moony felt the hand flinch backward like he had burned the human for some reason. Rolling over slowly, at least as slow as he can, Moony stayed laying down and stared up at the wide-eyed human that was now Moony's Alpha.

Thumping his tail slightly on the ground, Moony crawled forward until he was at the human's feet and sniffed it cautiously where he got the full blast of seaoceansalt. With the knowledge this was sea smell, Moony cautiously stood up and started to fully sniff the human that was producing the weird smell.

He might've gone overboard because before he realized it, he accidentally jumped up onto the poor human. No human could really handle a werewolf's weight, especially when it was sudden and not planned. So, the poor human collapsed under him but instead of the scent of fear he was expecting, the human laughed and his hand fell to Moony's back.

Tensing as he expected the human to reprimand him and put his hands on his neck again; instead, the human started making small motions of his hand and Moony had to pause in his exploration of the smell to close his eyes in pleasure at the motion finally dug just a bit further than his thick fur and reached his skin, giving him a massage.

Feeling a rumble of pleasure in his chest he couldn't stop, Moony leaned into the hand and felt the human fully relax underneath him.

"Wait until Remus hears about this," he heard the human mutter but paid no attention to it as his head lolled to the side when the other hand joined the ministrations, just on top of his head instead of his back.

Feeling his tongue flop out of his mouth as he panted slightly in pleasure, Moony knew that he was going to keep this human. Whether he liked it or not.

Next Chapter: A Battle of Wits

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