Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 109

Disclaimer: Not mine, Hp is not mine....


Severus had collapsed back on the bed furs through sheer frustration, Harry decided. All the ranting and raving, very atypical of his former professor, had led to nothing much more than the wizard snatching his wand from Remus, who then snatched it back, telling Snape in no uncertain terms that magic might not be the best thing for him to be doing in his assumed to be gravid state.

Severus had reacted by snatching his wand back a second time and using the long, slender bit of wood to scan his belly and pelvis. No one in the room had missed the unmistakable results. The glow was in precisely the right spot. Severus glared at Amrys, who regarded him much more placidly. Almost with a pleased expression. Smug. Snape was outraged, sputtering as the lycanthrope took his hand and stroked it, adoringly. He probably would have patted Snape on the belly over the glow...but Severus bared his teeth at him. Wisely Amrys restricted his attentions to the wizard's hand.

Severus Snape, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts was indeed irreversibly pregnant. Harry let out a nervous giggle, then clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes big as saucers when the professor frowned darkly at him. Draco shushed him and sat on the bed next to his former Head of House, and now the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Soon to be mother.

"You know more than just about anyone about male pregnancy, Severus. There is nothing to worry about....Everything will go perfectly well. It will be over in no time, and you will have a lovely baby for all your trouble." Draco reached back and took Yaji's hand in his own. The huge man bent and ran careful fingers over the pale blond hair feathering around Draco's face. Their affection for each other was very clear. Snape narrowed his eyes.

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Now a good eight months and three weeks later Severus Snape was as uncomfortable and snappish as he had ever been. His belly was huge, a massive testimonial to the fact that Amrys apparently could not father anything less than twins. And apparently hefty ones at that.

Severus stood to stretch out his aching back. His ankles were puffed up to twice their normal slender size. Bony, he corrected himself. His ankles were normally bony, not slender. Now they were anything but. Add to that insult...he had not seen his genitals in months, hidden as they were under his vast abdomen. He couldn't even reach them any longer, no matter how he tried to contort his body. Perhaps they were no longer there at all, he thought irritably.

He had been reduced to sitting to do all his toileting, a humiliating thing. He should not be so troubled by it. But he was. It made him feel less than a man, and more like a pregnant woman. Amrys tried to be sympathetic. Severus wouldn't hear a word of it. He was utterly miserable.

He hadn't even been able to enjoy sex with his lover. He was too uncomfortable. He wondered if Amrys was off enjoying himself with others, supple and handsome young kittens of the pride, to take the edge off. He stubbornly refused himself permission to ask. If Amrys no longer wanted him, or found him horribly unattractive...well Severus could hardly blame him. He sniffled. Must be a draft in here, he told himself. He was aching and stiff and his eyes were watering, his nose dripping.

He was miserable. Except for the times he dreamed about the two babies wedged tightly into his belly. With any luck at all they'd have their father's good looks. The idea of two beautiful babies who would grow to look like Amrys made Snape's knees weak. He made sure he concealed it from his lover. No need to swell the man's head further. One look at Draco's babies was enough to take anyone's breath away. The idea that soon Amrys would have four to brag about...Snape allowed himself a secret smile.

He resumed his seat. Wishing the deep ache in his back would go away long enough for him to review the admission records pertaining to the new students in the upcoming classes. He sighed adjusting his chair as best he could, placing his feet up on the cushioned stool Lucius and Harry had brought to his office last month. Harry had stared at him, eyes locked onto the mountainous belly Severus was sporting. He'd griped at them, but the stool really did seem to help a little.

His back spasmed. Damn. It was getting worse, not better at all. He stood again, feeling restless, wanting to move. To pace. He managed a cumbersome shuffle. Like a waddling hippograf. He snarled at that image. To make things worse he had to pee again. He was shocked he had been reduced to such appalling verbiage. Pee indeed. He needed to urinate, to void his bladder. He shuffled in the direction of his private lavatory. It seemed too far away for his desperate bladder.

"Oh for...Merlin's....sake." He groused. He was awkward. He had never been anything but elegant in his movement. Now he was a lumbering, teetering, unbalanced...moose. He snarled, planting both hands on the back of his hips and leaning what weight he could into them. Trying to force some sort of pressure into the muscles that seized up so fiercely. Trying to hasten his progress.

Finally he arrived at his destination. Thankfully without an accident. He gingerly lowered himself onto the seat. Blessed relief. He was annoyed at the tiny amount he produced. It had felt like he was holding a veritable flood inside his compressed bladder. He struggled up to his feet. Let his robes fall into place, and started the shuffle back to his desk.

A gush of fluid flooded his legs and filled his slippers. He stopped moving, blinking at the puddle he was suddenly standing in the middle of. Back pains. Irritability. Restlessness. Cramping. He was in labor. And he had missed it entirely.

Snape made an effort to recall when the pains had started. Then he was seized by the mother of all cramping pains. In his back, his pelvis, and between his legs. And he realized he was still in his male form. He would have smacked himself right between the eyes if he wasn't afraid of knocking himself off of his feet. The wave of discomfort passed and he shuffled quickly to his desk. He didn't dare sit, he bent forward, resting his elbows on the desk and sent out a call for Remus and Amrys, then after a second one for Draco as well.

Then he waited, hoping they would be quick. Because he didn't want to try to deliver the babies without all the help he could get. How on Earth had the much more delicate Draco managed to push out the huge creatures inhabiting his belly? Snape felt like a boulder was straining to make it's way out.

Someone was pounding on his door. He lifted his head. He did not want any company. Not now.

"Go away." He said, firmly.

"Severus?" It was Remus. "Severus? You must take down the wards so we can enter." The werewolf's voice was even, the tone completely reasonable. Snape flushed. He had forgotten the wards. He struggled for his wand. Awkwardly he swished and flicked as unpracticed a move as any first year's. But it got the job done. And Remus was inside, followed by Draco rubbing his eyes, obviously having just wakened.

They helped him to the rooms behind the office. Stopping every few feet for a contraction to pass. The three of them wobbled unsteadily. Snape puckered his lips in frustration. The bed was still on the far side of the room. They would never make it at this rate. He opened his mouth to tell them he was ready to deliver on the floor rather than try for the bed....when powerful arms encircled him and lifted him.

He blinked up into Amrys' face, as he was carried the rest of the way to the bed. He sighed when the mattress was under him, his aching back pleased to no longer be upright. Amrys smiled back at him. Snape opened his mouth to thank his beloved, when a contraction hit. He crushed the wereleopard's fingers in his own.

Severus Snape did something completely out of character. He started swearing.

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