Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 94

Disclaimer: HP is not mine.


Severus Snape noticed that Lucius Malfoy, the were-leopard king, was not alone when he entered the room in the wake of Amrys. Harry was held tight to the professor's chest, in an attempt to restrict the movements of his wandering hands, and softly sweet lips. Snape's face by now was fiercely red. And his pants, loose though they were, felt far too binding.

A very relaxed, partially clad Fred Weasley was laying on his back, head resting next to the thigh of his king, as Amrys updated Lucius in fits and starts, his brow furrowed in an attempt to concentrate, while the elder Malfoy absently stroked the youngling's tousled titan hair. Bright blue eyes cracked open when the commotion of their multiple entrances sounded, but otherwise the youth did not stir, obviously far too comfortable in the presence of his king, and being petted, to want to move.

Amrys stopped his discourse in mid-sentence, and swung around to face Snape, once he saw the other man, he could not complete his tale, all he wanted was a chance to bury himself inside the wizard. He bared his fangs as Severus approached.

Severus however was in no mood to be sensitive to the youngling's comfortable position, and he was too set on getting Harry to Lucius to avoid Amrys. Without pause, he stomped over to the three were-leopards, and thrust the wriggling mass of limbs he held at Lucius Malfoy. Who caught his Chosen by pure reflex. Harry cried out. Fred sat up with an exclamation, quickly helping to support Harry, his attention briefly on his former teacher, then wholly on Harry, as the kitten thrashed.

There, now Potter's roving hands were someone else's concern, Snape thought with desperate satisfaction. As adorable and innocent as those green eyes appeared, he certainly had no hesitation in seeking solace when...stimulated. Passionately. And with obvious familiarity to the landscape. Potter was no longer the shy boy he remembered. Right now he was aroused to the point of sheer agony, if Snape was any judge. Much as he himself felt. It had all started in the hall, with the scent of sex....but his instincts were telling him there was more to it than just that.

Snape supposed he should feel flattered that Harry trusted him enough to reach out when he needed care. Yet, somehow, all he felt was panic. Panic that his body had indeed responded to the mewling reaction of the kitten. Panic that he would not reach Lucius before the beautiful youth overcame even his great will and firm moral stand. Panic that he would throw Potter to the floor and ravage him. Willing. Or unwilling. Though the argument could be made that he was obviously very willing. He had never seen Potter in this particular state of frenzy. It was over the top. It worried him. His own lack of control worried him. Something was not right.

Amrys was next to Lucius, and his hooded eyes were fixed on Snape's. He took a step forward, his head up, scenting. Then another step. Snape's focus narrowed down and he saw the intent in the other man's gaze. Merlin, not again, he thought. I have to think, to figure out why this feels wrong. And....Not in front of all the other men in the room.

Please not like this. I want privacy, to have you to myself. To be able to forget everything, to lay beneath you and accept your body deep inside my own... Snape blanched. Damn it. Where was his control? He circled to place the table between them. The door, the only possibility of escape, was now behind him, and he didn't dare turn his back, Amrys was fast, too fast.

Harry, once he came in contact with Lucius' body, was single minded in his aim.He climbed up the tall body and wrapped himself around Lucius. Lucius held him, surprised by the urgency, the tremors, the rampant need that was easy to sense. His hands were gentle, and reassuring. But, clearly that was not what Harry wanted.

He smoothed a hand over Harry's head and was rewarded with a moan. He kissed the flushed cheek. Harry turned his head and surrendered his mouth to the man's. It was long and urgent and deep, Harry tilting his head back, resting against Lucius' shoulder as they kissed. A low moan continued to echo up from his chest. He trembled and shook, hands grasping at the curves of the big biceps, smoothing palms over the broad chest, trying to melt into the body of the one holding him. His other hand wrapped itself in Lucius long hair, and tugged.

Fred and Lucius exchanged a look. Fred moved to offer his body as support so Lucius could shift his grip, turn Harry's face so he might look into the young man's troubled green eyes. See what the problem was.

"What is it?" The king murmured to his Chosen. Harry whimpered. And the blond man felt his skin prickle.

"It burns." Harry complained. He squirmed seeking relief. Rubbing his erection along Lucius' side.

"Burns?" Lucius asked in alarm. "What are you speaking of?"

"I need you! I must have you!" Harry begged him, clawing at Lucius' robes, tearing them open.

His body responded to the need in his Chosen. Lucius would give him whatever he required, willingly. But he knew that something more was wrong. Harry let out a moan and rubbed against the taut belly he had exposed, he fumbled frantically for Lucius' erection. Lucius, legitimately concerned for his own body with Harry so out of control as this, blocked the clawing hand.

"Please!" Harry moaned, and the tone, unnatural, terrified, so unlike the youth, worried the king. Harry writhed and moved, in desperate need. Lucius was floored to feel the release of his fluid, as Harry orgasmed, with no more stimulation than a few moments of frottage. But the release did nothing to stop or slow the agitated motion.

"Please?!" Harry asked again, his face dappled with beads of sweat, eyes brimming with tears of frustration. "It is burning. Make it stop."

"I will slake your thirst, beloved." Lucius murmured, to reassure the small young man he cradled. Then we will discover what has caused this, he said to himself.

He looked up, intending to speak with Amrys, but he saw that the second was trying to corner the human wizard. They were lovers, but, Amrys was not behaving in the usual manner he directed at the man. He was stalking. Lucius frowned. So, if he was correct, then Amrys was also a victim of whatever had affected Harry.

"Fred. I need your help." He said to the youth, who was plastered up behind Harry, trying to calm him. Fred nodded and began to move a hand down Harry's belly, thinking Lucius wanted him to help Harry in that way. But the king shook his head, stopping the progress of the youngling's hand.

"No, not that, youngling, you will not touch him, I will see to this need myself." Lucius said as Fred reached out to help. Harry, though he had spent, was still writhing and begging for relief. "There is something not right here. I would not have you also affected. Only I will touch him. Go, find Graeme, bring him here. Do not touch Amrys, either, do you hear me?"

"Yes." Fred said. "I will find Graeme, I will not let Amrys touch me."

"Good. Now go." Lucius dropped a kiss on the red hair of his youngling. Then he turned back to Harry, holding him closely.

"Severus," he called. "Are you rational?" He inquired as Fred sprinted out the doorway.

"I believe that I am, but I do not know for how long." Was the reply he received. "My reason is not unchallenged at this moment."

"This desire is not natural." Lucius said to the other man. "Can you do anything against it?"

"I am distracted at the moment." Severus Snape reminded the other man dryly.

"Graeme will be here soon. I would assist you myself , but I do not want to let go of Harry." Lucius explained. "Graeme will take care of Amrys. Then, I wish for you to discover what is causing this. My Chosen is not well."

"It will be my pleasure to find out what the hell is going on." Snape ground out, shifting again to keep from permitting Amrys to capture him. Every cell in his body screamed at him to surrender. To take the ecstasy that Amrys always delivered. But, then, he reasoned, it would not be right to take the man, to have sex with him, if there was magic forcing him. No matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much he burned to.

Severus was not happy about how events were progressing. He was being stalked. Amrys was still coming. While he did not fear the man, and would normally welcome his touch, now was not the time for it. Not while he was sure there was unnatural forces at work. He felt driven. He felt aroused. But it was unwilling, and it was painful. As if some one or some thing was trying to bend his will to the act. Trying to compel him to have sex, wanton, lustful, uncaring sex. Nothing like the feeling Amrys usually aroused in him. This was mindless, ravenous, devouring.


Dumbledore, watching through his planted spy-glass allowed himself a grim smile. Unfortunately his spell meant to send them into an uncontrolled orgy of violent sex seemed not to be very effective. He sensed the spell was in place, but damn the luck that had let it happen when Severus was with the lycanthrope Amrys. If he had caught the beast without the other wizard, then Harry would have borne the brunt of the man's rapacious need. Harry would have been assaulted, raped on the stone floor, with witnesses all around, and then surely the proud Lucius would have cast his second out of the pride. And that would have served Dumbledore well indeed. A fitting revenge. But it had not happened like that.

From what he had seen, Potter at least was mad with need, and Amrys, the man who had caused all of the woes he was now enduring, he had seemed affected, just as he'd hoped, chasing around after Snape as he had. But not to the degree he'd hoped to see, as the spy-glass floated invisibly throughout he Manor. And Snape apparently attracted the pride's Des far more than the Potter boy. An idea that Dumbledore found almost incomprehensible. There was no accounting for bad taste.

Still, if Snape was raped, then all was not lost. He would turn against the animals he had been aiding. Perhaps it would disrupt the will of the leopards, shake them, and distract them enough for him to get some small concessions from them. The threat of sending the crystals of the assault out to the rest of the wizarding world might be enough. At least he hoped so. It was not what he would have wished to settle for. It was much less. He ground his teeth in impotent fury. Could nothing go according to plan?

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