Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 101

Disclaimer: HP is not mine. Never was.


"Dumbledore? It was Dumbledore, and he was peeping in on the students in the changing rooms?" Draco exclaimed, stunned by the news. The idea of the old wizard, the *grandfatherly* man peering through a magicked glass into the changing rooms made him shudder. He'd spent plenty of his time at Hogwarts on the teams. Dumbledore had probably had ample time to view his charms, as much as anyone else's. Draco felt ill. Just thinking about what Dumbledore had been doing.....

Mantheer came forward, sensing his distress and lifted the baby from Draco's arms. The cherubic face grimaced for an instant then the deep blue eyes refocused on the large man's face and the baby gurgled, reaching out one chubby, rounded arm. Mantheer beamed at the boy.

"That one is Cuchlain? And this..." Harry held up the tiny bundle he was still holding. "This is Padraig?" He shook his head, it still amazed him, these were Draco's kids. Draco had given birth to them. Draco nodded.

"How you can tell them apart I'll never know. They look an exact match to me." Harry stared into the infant's drowsing face, fascinated. "They are so lovely, Dray."

"Yes. They are." Draco said, watching Mantheer cradle the small body to his chest with a crooning purr. He was endlessly amazed at how tender the large men were with the twins. How the huge hands could touch, feather light, care and caress. And the babies, they clearly loved their two extra Daddies. He smiled. His two husbands for all intents and purposes. He would marry them one day. How had he managed to be so lucky?

"Poppy said he had been doing a lot more than that." Harry said to his friend, after a time of silent appreciation of the tiny baby. He was tickled pink to have finally been able to hold the children without being run off by the overprotective guardians. Then again, the way the world was, perhaps they weren't overprotective at all. "He had taken several of the boys to his bed and then either erased their memories or placed charms on them so they couldn't speak of it, or thought it was their doing, that they wanted it, that they asked for it, initiated it. It is going to be a long time before this is over, Dray, it is going to get a lot worse before it gets better."

"How can it get worse than having him out there, abusing the children and no one the wiser? At least he can't hurt anyone new, not locked away in St. Mungos." Draco said, standing up from his seat on the chair and moving to the couch to sit next to Harry. He leaned in, making faces at the just waking Padraig, who regarded him solemnly. He didn't try to take the child from Harry, but leaned their shoulders together. "Harry, what would I be driven to do if someone tried such a thing with my boys?"

Harry made a sound of distress. "Never. Never. It won't happen to them. They will be safe." Harry tried to reassure his friend. Draco shook his head.

"No one wants to think it could happen. No one will talk of it, so when it happens we are all shocked at having been blind to it. It might have been stopped years ago, if those who were around really thought about what they were seeing. Instead of pretending they weren't seeing anything at all." He reached out and touched the pink cheek with a tender finger. Harry watched him, then passed the baby to Draco, knowing Draco needed the soothing sensation of holding his son. Draco gathered the infant up close.

"They are all going to remember. All of them. That is how it will be worse." Harry said. "He has been at Hogwarts for over fifty years. How many children did he hurt?"

"Oh, ghod. Harry. Do you think..." Draco swallowed. "Some one we know....maybe one of us? I mean I know we have been victims of his spying, and looking is bad enough, but...did he *touch* one of us?"

"I don't know Draco. Snape has already scanned, me. Dumbledore never touched me. And I would say that he probably knew better than touch any of the pride's children. If one of us smelled him on one of the children.... He would have been killed. Surely, he knew that. But, as for others.... Our classmates. Probably more than one. We'll have to help them." He sighed.

"Yes. And it's not going to happen again, not at Hogwarts, not with Snape as the new Headmaster." Draco said. He was pleased things had worked out that way. Severus Snape, stern and strict, would never bend any rule that might allow a student put at risk. And his eagle eye would be peeled for any signs that things weren't well. He had a soft spot for the students a mile wide, no matter how well he hid it. Draco knew it was there.

"You should have seen Blaise and Peach. Peach was ready to challenge Graeme over his punishment of Blaise for sneaking out to Hogwarts." Harry said suddenly, giggling. "You should have seen Graeme's face."

"Peach Alexander?" Draco asked in surprise. Blaise was big and strong. The idea of the small youth, a full year behind Blaise, coming to his defense... Soaking wet, the boy wasn't more than 100 pounds.

"He damn near scratched his way out of Snape's hold! And Blaise...well, I don't know how things work with pride members and people outside of the pride...." Harry said.

"It is very difficult." Draco said. "But, not impossible. "And the pride has decided to take a more visible role in the wizarding world. Perhaps they will find it not as hard as in the past. Snape and Amrys are making it work after all."

"They are." Harry agreed. Though it had been very odd to watch his very proper and formal instructor be kissed passionately by the pride's handsome second.

"Which leaves you. And my father." Draco said, slyly. Harry blushed bright red. He and Lucius had been having a great and romantic resurgence. Lucius, exquisitely tender and attentive, Harry thought he would burst with joy. He had felt no pain when he saw Lucius embracing Fred Weasley. His own heart was too full. He finally understood, Lucius was king. His love helped the pride stay connected, gave them all reassurance of his devotion. Sometimes, that love was physical. But of all the loves, Harry knew he came first. He had no more doubt. He was the Chosen.

"We will be having a ceremony for the two of you. For the pride to bear witness." Draco said, voice soft, as he rocked his baby in his arms.

"Uhm...." Harry said. And Draco laughed out loud.

"Come Harry, surely you aren't going to tell me you are shy? Not the way you and my father have been seen around the Manor lately." Draco teased. Harry spluttered, his color not fading one bit.

Mantheer appeared with Cuchlain, freshly washed and re-bundled, and placed the boy very carefully in Harry's surprised arms.

"Thank you, Mani." Draco lifted his face and accepted the long, sweet kiss his guardian gave him. He shivered, as the delicious sensations awoke in his body, anticipation for the moment they would find themselves alone, with Yaji. It was his turn to blush when Mantheer pulled away, and Draco caught sight of Harry's grin. Well, he was a mother, sure, but he was still young and very much in love. With a healthy sexual appetite.

Draco watched the awesome sight of one of his lover's walking away from him. The man's form was without parallel. So large and powerful, in perfect condition. When they were together, each time, Draco felt as if his breath was taken away. All that sinew, muscle and heat....

How strange was it, that he, a man who found women shockingly sexy, and wildly desireable, would be here, in a committed realtionship with two men, who he loved to distraction. Who he trusted with his life, and more importantly with the lives of his children. He was raising his children with them. Amrys came around to see the boys often, held them and obviously doted on them, but Mantheer and Yaji, they were raising the twins. For all intents and purposes, the twins had one mother and three fathers. And Draco was happy it was that way.

In fact, Draco would not be surprised if he never took another woman to his bed. With the way Mantheer and Yaji kept him occupied, he would never find the energy. Nor, the need. They made it clear they thought of him as theirs. That they loved him. And he was perfectly happy to have that forever. He sighed, happily, and kissed Padraig's downy blond curls.

He looked up into Harry's eyes, and they shared a joyful smile. Harry, too, it seemed, was happy now.

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