Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,538
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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chapter 49
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 49
Disclaimer: I don't own HP!
Snape lost no time in jumping forward and away from the fetid monsters suddenly on either side of him. He felt the rush of air next to his face, a mere instant slower, he realized, and he'd have taken a full impact to his head. With the power the thing possessed, it might have killed him. The odor rolling off of the monsters was appalling, as if they were in an abattoir, surrounded by rotting corpses.
He instinctively grabbed his wand as he moved. Fighting Voldemort and his minions had given him good reflexes, and made him eternally vigilant, he had certainly been in more than one battle. He ran forward three long, off-balance steps then spun on his heel.
Someone gold and brown flashed by him, then pale and blond, long fur flying, and two streaks of flaming carrot red fur. He heard the roar and clash, as he whirled around, wand raised. Big, disgusting hands were reaching for him, crazed eyes blazing as one of the creatures had pursued him, not deterred enough by the two were-cats impacting it, raking it with long talons. It swiped at him again, seeming intent on reaching him out of all reason.
Snape had thought the thing was bent on destroying the pride and it's members. It made little sense that it would preferentially attack him, until he recalled it had started it's attacks at Hogwarts. It had been only lately that it had come to the Manor, and attacked Draco.
The Potion's Master skittered out of reach, hearing the cloth of his trousers rip on the extended claws that raked at his thigh, missing flesh by a tiny fraction of an inch, but destroying the fabric. It galvanized every nerve and muscle in his body to contract at once, and he pushed away, bouncing backwards on his heels, palms and butt, barely retaining hold of his wand, his hard grip nearly snapping it in half. More claws flashed, Amrys' and Bill's, these mercifully tearing into the beast, and not into him.
The noise was deafening, roaring, snarling, screams of ear-piercing levels. And the sound of tearing flesh, the shower of blood sprinkling down like a fine rain. It slapped into his face, he held back his flinch, as the mess flowed, dripping down. He ignored it. He could not afford the distraction.
He fell back, out of range, only just, his wand useless until he could get more room. He scrambled backwards like a spider, trying to distance himself. The monster followed. He saw a tanned arm, long and magnificently muscular, wrap around the thing's throat, jerking back, hard. Then Amrys sprang away, after diverting the beast's attention. He was half man-half leopard, Snape stared at the gore soaked warrior. Merlin! What an inopportune moment to realize that the pride's second was so compelling.
The fight was on, Snape watching from a slight distance. He didn't have the physical strength of the lycanthropes and the monstrous things. He was not impervious to claws, nor did he have the healing ability of the lycanthropes. He had to stay away if possible.
And the combatants were too close for him to cast a spell without hitting those he didn't want to hit. He methodically went through his choices for a spell that would give the advantage to the were-leopards, without causing any harm to them. The monsters were so large, even the strength of the were-leopards was making only a moderate impact on them. He had to come up with something. Sweat beaded on his upper lip. There was a possibility....
Snape lifted his wand as Amrys punched his fist through the torso of one of the beasts, claws ripping. The monster smacked him away and he flew back against the wall, while Bill Weasley leaped on the creature's back. Behind them Snape saw Lucius Malfoy and Charlie Weasley, both in animal form fighting the second thing.
Snape wasted no time, he spoke the spell he'd chosen. Light flashed, brilliantly blinding, excruciating in it's intensity. It would have been best to be able to give a warning, but, there had been no time. When he could see again there were two women on the floor, surprisingly small, and four growling lycanthropes crouched over them.
Lucius snapped back into human form, covered in blood and bits of decaying flesh. He was hovering over the body of a strange woman. Strange to him, but Snape recognized her at once, and he moved around the group to stand over her, fighting the tremble of adrenaline that was still racing through his body.
"Sybil Trelawny. Professor of divination at Hogwarts. Completely without talent, as far as divination's concerned, and most magical skills. I am astounded she has managed to do something like this." Snape said as he bent over her. The other leopards were changing back, healing as they did so.
"You recognize this one?" Lucius commented, bending over the former professor. He pointed to the other woman, who lay sprawled on her back, a gaping hole in her chest where Amrys' taloned hand had torn into her. "That one was my sister, Andromeda. And this was completely beyond her level of magic."
"She is dead, my king." Amrys said, unnecessarily. He kept the note of satisfaction out of his voice, but he felt it. She had done enough damage to the pride. Now, she could do no more.
"There was no choice." Lucius responded. "She would have allowed no compromise. She had condemned herself with her own actions."
He looked at the other men. "Now, where is my Chosen? And where is Graeme? Who was it who took him?" He growled.
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Disclaimer: I don't own HP!
Snape lost no time in jumping forward and away from the fetid monsters suddenly on either side of him. He felt the rush of air next to his face, a mere instant slower, he realized, and he'd have taken a full impact to his head. With the power the thing possessed, it might have killed him. The odor rolling off of the monsters was appalling, as if they were in an abattoir, surrounded by rotting corpses.
He instinctively grabbed his wand as he moved. Fighting Voldemort and his minions had given him good reflexes, and made him eternally vigilant, he had certainly been in more than one battle. He ran forward three long, off-balance steps then spun on his heel.
Someone gold and brown flashed by him, then pale and blond, long fur flying, and two streaks of flaming carrot red fur. He heard the roar and clash, as he whirled around, wand raised. Big, disgusting hands were reaching for him, crazed eyes blazing as one of the creatures had pursued him, not deterred enough by the two were-cats impacting it, raking it with long talons. It swiped at him again, seeming intent on reaching him out of all reason.
Snape had thought the thing was bent on destroying the pride and it's members. It made little sense that it would preferentially attack him, until he recalled it had started it's attacks at Hogwarts. It had been only lately that it had come to the Manor, and attacked Draco.
The Potion's Master skittered out of reach, hearing the cloth of his trousers rip on the extended claws that raked at his thigh, missing flesh by a tiny fraction of an inch, but destroying the fabric. It galvanized every nerve and muscle in his body to contract at once, and he pushed away, bouncing backwards on his heels, palms and butt, barely retaining hold of his wand, his hard grip nearly snapping it in half. More claws flashed, Amrys' and Bill's, these mercifully tearing into the beast, and not into him.
The noise was deafening, roaring, snarling, screams of ear-piercing levels. And the sound of tearing flesh, the shower of blood sprinkling down like a fine rain. It slapped into his face, he held back his flinch, as the mess flowed, dripping down. He ignored it. He could not afford the distraction.
He fell back, out of range, only just, his wand useless until he could get more room. He scrambled backwards like a spider, trying to distance himself. The monster followed. He saw a tanned arm, long and magnificently muscular, wrap around the thing's throat, jerking back, hard. Then Amrys sprang away, after diverting the beast's attention. He was half man-half leopard, Snape stared at the gore soaked warrior. Merlin! What an inopportune moment to realize that the pride's second was so compelling.
The fight was on, Snape watching from a slight distance. He didn't have the physical strength of the lycanthropes and the monstrous things. He was not impervious to claws, nor did he have the healing ability of the lycanthropes. He had to stay away if possible.
And the combatants were too close for him to cast a spell without hitting those he didn't want to hit. He methodically went through his choices for a spell that would give the advantage to the were-leopards, without causing any harm to them. The monsters were so large, even the strength of the were-leopards was making only a moderate impact on them. He had to come up with something. Sweat beaded on his upper lip. There was a possibility....
Snape lifted his wand as Amrys punched his fist through the torso of one of the beasts, claws ripping. The monster smacked him away and he flew back against the wall, while Bill Weasley leaped on the creature's back. Behind them Snape saw Lucius Malfoy and Charlie Weasley, both in animal form fighting the second thing.
Snape wasted no time, he spoke the spell he'd chosen. Light flashed, brilliantly blinding, excruciating in it's intensity. It would have been best to be able to give a warning, but, there had been no time. When he could see again there were two women on the floor, surprisingly small, and four growling lycanthropes crouched over them.
Lucius snapped back into human form, covered in blood and bits of decaying flesh. He was hovering over the body of a strange woman. Strange to him, but Snape recognized her at once, and he moved around the group to stand over her, fighting the tremble of adrenaline that was still racing through his body.
"Sybil Trelawny. Professor of divination at Hogwarts. Completely without talent, as far as divination's concerned, and most magical skills. I am astounded she has managed to do something like this." Snape said as he bent over her. The other leopards were changing back, healing as they did so.
"You recognize this one?" Lucius commented, bending over the former professor. He pointed to the other woman, who lay sprawled on her back, a gaping hole in her chest where Amrys' taloned hand had torn into her. "That one was my sister, Andromeda. And this was completely beyond her level of magic."
"She is dead, my king." Amrys said, unnecessarily. He kept the note of satisfaction out of his voice, but he felt it. She had done enough damage to the pride. Now, she could do no more.
"There was no choice." Lucius responded. "She would have allowed no compromise. She had condemned herself with her own actions."
He looked at the other men. "Now, where is my Chosen? And where is Graeme? Who was it who took him?" He growled.
neichan
faestion1@yahoo.com