Three\'s A Crowd
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
20,584
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Three's A Crowd
TITLE: Three’s a crowd
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 1/21
EMAIL: Ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SS/Decline to say
SPOILERS: OOP at least
WARNINGS: M/M Slash, Mpreg, Violence, Eventually Character Death.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just playing mind games with them for a while. No money changed hands.
SUMMARY: Severus Snape is making a potion, things go horribly wrong.
AUTHOR\'S NOTES: This is just a weird idea. A potion accident that had nothing to do with Neville!
BETA: Overcoming great adversity, and a misbehaving computer, the lovely and talented magik.
This story is an entry in Misconceptions: Harry Potter Mpreg Fuh-Q-Fest Wave 3 (http://hpmpregfqf.design-of- decadence.net/)
Challenges:
#31 - Someone is insanely jealous and/or angry that ______ and ______ are having a baby. (Submitted by Sara Arlington)
#53 - Someone becomes pregnant against his will (through any circumstance you want), and someone else offers to marry him to prevent problems. (Submitted by Angelina Vega)
#99 - Triplets, quadruplets, or more. (Submitted by Viktoria Krum)
Part - 1
Brewing the potion was supposed to be an honor.
Two Siberian Harpies, both male had been discovered in a remote section of that frozen land by a British expedition and brought back to the Ministry of Magical Creatures for safe keeping.
The Russians were protesting, if somewhat half-heartedly. They did privately admit the British ministry had a much better chance of caring for them than their own under-funded and under-staffed branch.
The species had been thought to be extinct for the last twenty years, so it was decided that the two males should be bred to one another. This would, if all went well, be accomplished by the potion Severus Snape was currently working on.
It was an extremely powerful brew, which could be used to cause the males to impregnate each other simply by touching. In this way they would have at least two, probably more offspring. And fortunately for the Harpies, all they would then have to do is lay their eggs (not a comfortable process for male) and the researchers would take them and do the rest. At least they did not have to actually carry offspring to term like a mammal. That was very hard, sometimes even fatal, for a male.
The actual birth was a nightmare.
Snape knew that he had been chosen to do this partially because he was one of the premier Potion Masters in the world, but also because there was a slight element of dark magic to the brew. This could very easily be used for impregnation against one\'s will. It had in the past been used as a type of rape.
It was originally created by a dark wizard as a means of torture.
The potion itself, the Maternis, known jokingly as the Maternity Touch, was not illegal per say, but it was very strictly controlled. He had been made to fill out almost a dozen papers to be given permission to brew this single batch.
Though the ingredients were common, the brew was fairly complex and extremely time consuming. Right off the bat the brewer had to stay up for almost thirty-six hours to stir and add the ingredients. Then stir every six hours, first clockwise, then counter clockwise sixty times each. It had been steeping for two weeks and was finally ready to bottle.
What happened next was really not the fault of any particular person, unless you counted the manufacturer of the bottle. It should have been spelled to be strong enough to take the hot potion.
Unfortunately there was a miniscule fault in the glass, which defied the spell. When the hot liquid was ladled into it, the glass fractured and broke, not only cutting Professor Snape\'s left hand very badly, but also dousing it with the potion, which to his horror was immediately absorbed into his skin.
With a cry of more surprise than pain, he stumbled backwards. He felt dizzy, nauseated, confused. His mind raced desperately, fighting the panic that wanted to smother his reason. \'Calmly,\' he worked to slow his breathing. There was a potion to counter this, he had made the antidote first just in case of accidents.
He had to reach the antidote before someone touched him!
But that potion was on the shelf about ten steps away. It might as well have been in China. \"Accio Antidote!\" he gasped, but it only trembled, tottered, but he could not concentrate enough to make it come to him! He tried to walk, or rather stagger towards it, but another wave of dizziness flooded over him.
He swayed, fell, and knew no more.
tbc
AUTHOR: Ravenkiss
STATUS/PART: 1/21
EMAIL: Ravenkiss2000@yahoo.com
RATING: NC17
PAIRING: SS/Decline to say
SPOILERS: OOP at least
WARNINGS: M/M Slash, Mpreg, Violence, Eventually Character Death.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, just playing mind games with them for a while. No money changed hands.
SUMMARY: Severus Snape is making a potion, things go horribly wrong.
AUTHOR\'S NOTES: This is just a weird idea. A potion accident that had nothing to do with Neville!
BETA: Overcoming great adversity, and a misbehaving computer, the lovely and talented magik.
This story is an entry in Misconceptions: Harry Potter Mpreg Fuh-Q-Fest Wave 3 (http://hpmpregfqf.design-of- decadence.net/)
Challenges:
#31 - Someone is insanely jealous and/or angry that ______ and ______ are having a baby. (Submitted by Sara Arlington)
#53 - Someone becomes pregnant against his will (through any circumstance you want), and someone else offers to marry him to prevent problems. (Submitted by Angelina Vega)
#99 - Triplets, quadruplets, or more. (Submitted by Viktoria Krum)
Part - 1
Brewing the potion was supposed to be an honor.
Two Siberian Harpies, both male had been discovered in a remote section of that frozen land by a British expedition and brought back to the Ministry of Magical Creatures for safe keeping.
The Russians were protesting, if somewhat half-heartedly. They did privately admit the British ministry had a much better chance of caring for them than their own under-funded and under-staffed branch.
The species had been thought to be extinct for the last twenty years, so it was decided that the two males should be bred to one another. This would, if all went well, be accomplished by the potion Severus Snape was currently working on.
It was an extremely powerful brew, which could be used to cause the males to impregnate each other simply by touching. In this way they would have at least two, probably more offspring. And fortunately for the Harpies, all they would then have to do is lay their eggs (not a comfortable process for male) and the researchers would take them and do the rest. At least they did not have to actually carry offspring to term like a mammal. That was very hard, sometimes even fatal, for a male.
The actual birth was a nightmare.
Snape knew that he had been chosen to do this partially because he was one of the premier Potion Masters in the world, but also because there was a slight element of dark magic to the brew. This could very easily be used for impregnation against one\'s will. It had in the past been used as a type of rape.
It was originally created by a dark wizard as a means of torture.
The potion itself, the Maternis, known jokingly as the Maternity Touch, was not illegal per say, but it was very strictly controlled. He had been made to fill out almost a dozen papers to be given permission to brew this single batch.
Though the ingredients were common, the brew was fairly complex and extremely time consuming. Right off the bat the brewer had to stay up for almost thirty-six hours to stir and add the ingredients. Then stir every six hours, first clockwise, then counter clockwise sixty times each. It had been steeping for two weeks and was finally ready to bottle.
What happened next was really not the fault of any particular person, unless you counted the manufacturer of the bottle. It should have been spelled to be strong enough to take the hot potion.
Unfortunately there was a miniscule fault in the glass, which defied the spell. When the hot liquid was ladled into it, the glass fractured and broke, not only cutting Professor Snape\'s left hand very badly, but also dousing it with the potion, which to his horror was immediately absorbed into his skin.
With a cry of more surprise than pain, he stumbled backwards. He felt dizzy, nauseated, confused. His mind raced desperately, fighting the panic that wanted to smother his reason. \'Calmly,\' he worked to slow his breathing. There was a potion to counter this, he had made the antidote first just in case of accidents.
He had to reach the antidote before someone touched him!
But that potion was on the shelf about ten steps away. It might as well have been in China. \"Accio Antidote!\" he gasped, but it only trembled, tottered, but he could not concentrate enough to make it come to him! He tried to walk, or rather stagger towards it, but another wave of dizziness flooded over him.
He swayed, fell, and knew no more.
tbc