Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 93

Disclaimer: Hp isn't mine....
A/N: This chapter is NOT for those sensitive to the mention/commission of child abuse.


The silk shirt slid off the youth's skin like water running over smooth river stones. Breathtaking. The young muscles were perfect, his nearly hairless body the ideal of adolescent beauty in the man's opinion.

Dumbledore drew in a muffled breath, full of appreciation, as he watched the young man undress. He was exquisite. A true shame there were other things that demanded his own attention. This boy would be worthy of any man's time. Some of the others were equally tempting. Such lovely blond curls, and such an elfin face. Yes, he could certainly wet a man's appetite.

Sighing in frustrated lust, Dumbledore turned from the window, lowering his spying-lens, and went back to his desk. It was just plain bad luck that the Quidditch season was nearing, the young athletes beginning to train, and he was too busy to enjoy it. He usually set aside a significant portion of the proper time of day to spend at his window with the magical lens. It made it possible for him to watch them as if he were in the team rooms with them. If the wizarding society were a little less conservative, he would not have to be nearly this discreet.

But, that was not to be. He had been careful, his entire life, he'd maneuvered and arranged, keeping everything under wraps, letting no one, even those closest to him, know where his desires lay. He had finally achieved his goal, of teaching at Hogwarts. A spell or two in the right places, and no one knew, still, how he liked his pleasures. Just a pleasant dream in a student's mind, and Dumbledore was satisfied. He didn't need to have it often, he understood the risks too well to get greedy.

He forced himself to be content with the little things. A careful touch while a youngster slept, never enough to wake them. A pat on one of the broad shoulders of a young athlete, Oliver Wood had been the best for that. Very suggestible. And Dumbledore had watched him writhe with passion standing in the shadows more than a dozen times. He had felt a great loss when Wood had left the school.

But now, he had bigger problems than missing Wood or any of the other unwitting young men and women who had fulfilled his fantasies, and taken care of his urges over the many years he'd been a teacher, then Headmaster, at Hogwarts. Now he had to find a solution to the one problem he had not yet been able to fix. Before it tumbled his house of cards.

The were-creatures had not notified him of their intent to return their children to Hogwarts. That was disturbing. He had thought that giving them time to stew, to contemplate the loss of magical education, would prompt them to admit his proposal had merit. But, it had not happened.

That damned leopard-man, Malfoy's second in command, Amrys, had rallied the groups and they now stood firm in their resolve. Unless Dumbledore spoke out and acquitted them all of wrong-doing and complicity in the attacks, they would not return. He ground his teeth as he thought about the outrage.

To make matters worse, Severus had remained at the Manor. He had not said if he was preparing for the new school year. Or if he had thoughts of resignation. Everything was in a shambles. If Snape stayed, and lent his support to the animals, they would win.

Dumbledore was a powerful wizard, though not so powerful as Severus. He had merely manged to hype his skills to the point that people thought he was the best. Wanted him to teach their children. He wasn't weak by any means, but there were several others who were head and shoulders above him. One was professor Severus Snape. Snape kept the Hogwarts' wards intact.

There was simply no news that was good. Even his spying-lens, the one he had left at the Manor, had not revealed any secrets worth using to apply pressure and get what he needed.

The spying-lens had provided some enjoyable moments, very sexy beasts those were-leopards, and they had a certain animal beauty in how they coupled, raw and savage. He had spent an evening watching a pair he did not recognize as they rolled in the furs together with a great deal of enthusiasm.

It was the fault of society that he, Dumbledore, had not the same freedom to take his own pleasures where he desired. It was patently unfair that he would be ostracized if he gave in and took one of his students to his bed openly. No. He had to hide it. He could never reveal his needs. The were-leopard might have guessed, he had said something that made Dumbledore suspicious, but it had gone no further than that. And there were no lycanthrope children around for him to worry about.

A pity the couple he had seen had been so mature. But the pride appeared to jealously guard their young. A disappointment for sure. A diversion would be as pleasant as it was becoming necessary. It was their fault he could not risk an encounter, not even a dreaming encounter, with the type of lover he most desired. But, even the hint of a new scandal was potentially enough to end his career and force him into retirement.

The stress was weighing on him. He began composing the speech he would have to give to exonerate the damned were-creatures. He also would have to find a way of intimating someone else held blame, with out being too overt. It would not do to seem vindictive. The parents had to believe he was sad, and compassionate, that the threat had abated, and he was the reason all was safe now. But he had to present it in away that did not offend the lycanthropes. He ground his teeth. Far better that he said nothing and let the rumors take care of everything. But that was impossible.

The speech would be ready soon. He would send it out in a crystal to the prospective parents and to key persons in the wizarding society. He hated losing this battle. But, it would be far worse to lose his position due to low enrollments. Damn the animals anyway. They should have cooperated. If he failed to retain them, Hogwarts would lose ten percent of it's enrollment or more, from paranoid families who would look elsewhere for schooling. An unbearable financial loss.

Of course there might have been a chance he could arrange for similar "accidents" to take place at the rival schools. Now he had a sinking feeling the lycanthrope, Amrys, would not tolerate such a thing without speaking out, breaking the traditional separation the lycanthropes maintained from the rest of society. A tradition he, Dumbledore had relied on too heavily. He never intended to make the same mistake again. The beast-man had seemed appallingly "noble" and interfering. His threats had to be taken seriously.

That decided, Dumbledore relaxed a fraction. He was a practical man. He was also patient. He knew he was able to weather this storm. He would suppress his needs for a time, just to be sure there were no consequences lurking. He'd take his pleasures from a distance. It was necessary, he could tolerate that for the sake of his job. In fact it was time to think about the full risks he was taking. His will was strong. He could give up touching. At least for a while.

A man should not be kept too long from his pleasures, even woefully limited as they now were. Dumbledore raised the spying-lens to his eyes and spoke the spell under his breath. The wall to the changing rooms for the Quidditch teams wavered in the view the lens offered, then suddenly he could see through it as if the wall was not even there. Ahhh. That was more like it. He eagerly watched the young bodies revealed to his eyes. Delicious.

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