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Deatheaters and Necromancers	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23442 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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The group was back at the Circus enjoying refreshments and the rotting vamps were in cross wrapped coffins, because the sun was about to rise. Harry was snug in Severus’ side when a plate was shoved under his nose by a freckled hand. Harry looked up at Ron and grimaced.

“These’re your favorite foods Harry,” Ron spoke to his friend. He knew Harry like the back of his hand and how Harry could be a finicky eater.

“Ron, I can see that those are my most favorite foods, but right now I feel like they are the most vile smelling and looking things on the planet.” Harry promptly moved away from Severus and the offered plate and vomited on the floor. A swift wand had it cleaned before it even thought of staining the beautiful carpet of their host.

A gasp across the room brought everyone’s attention. A soothing hand on Harry’s back and a kneeling Nathaniel helped to soothe the sudden nausea that he felt. The scent from Severus assailed his senses like it physically grasped him in a cocoon. He looked up into Severus face and all he felt was sudden desire. Nathaniel broke through his revelry with a whispered question.

“Harry, why do you smell like you’re in heat?”

“I don’t know.”

“Potter! Are you fucking pregnant?” Draco fairly yelled as he strode across the room. His wand was aimed at the wizard on the floor before anyone shook themselves out of their stupor at the blonde’s words. The spell was cast and shortly after a golden glow settled around Harry’s midsection.

“Oh, Merlin, Harry, why didn’t you say you were taking the potion?” Ron exclaimed as he recognized the positive indication of the pregnancy spell.

“I haven’t taken it. Severus just started brewing it.”

Ron began to laugh heartily and everyone looked confused at the red heads amusement. “Harry, you are a constant amazement. You marry the only ‘living’ vampire in the world. You defeat the darkest wizard in a century throughout childhood. And now you’re the first natural male pregnancy in half a millennia. You don’t do half at all, do you?”

Harry scowled at his friend and was partially relieved that the overwhelming desire for Severus was fading in his annoyance. Harry stood with help from Nathaniel. He finally noticed the absence of his husband’s hand on his back and turned to see Severus looking gob smacked. He smiled coyly at his vampy husband and rubbed his flat belly.

Severus sat back stunned at the revelation that he was a part of a natural male pregnancy. He looked at his husband and wanted to shake his head or shake his husband for the constant life of surprises.

“Severus, are you mad at me? Are you unhappy?”

Severus snapped out of his startled state quickly at the plaintive tone of his mate. “Merlin, no, my love. I was just thinking that there is a never ending life of surprises with you. I am very happy, but the wasted potions ingredients as a bit disappointing.” Severus’ comment earned a smile from Harry and chuckles from the other wizards in the room.

“Excuse me, but the last I heard men don’t get pregnant?” Anita’s slightly panicked voice rung through the room and everyone non-wizard was relieved someone asked.

Draco turned and sneered before he realized he was Minister of Magic and surrounded by muggles. “He is a wizard, we have alternative means of procreation in homosexual relationships. It would be disastrous if the last of a line was forced to choose between a genetic heir and a loving relationship.”

“That sounds rather romantic coming from the product of an arranged marriage, Malfoy.” Ron smirked at the ex-Slytherin.

“Well, I am trying to simply explain a shocking fact to muggles, aren’t I?” Draco sniffed at the man like he smelled something bad.

“So what you’re telling me is that Harry is going to have a baby? Big belly, stretch marks, birth, and all?” Anita needed more clarification of this development.

“Yes, but I am sure Uncle Sev can whip up something for stretch marks, we’re wizards for Merlin sake.”

“You wizards are an odd bunch. I’m surprised we haven’t run into more of you.” Richard spoke up and smiled congenially at the group.

“We like to fly under the radar,” was Harry’s response to the werewolf’s comments. “I think we should head out now, I feel like I was hit by a truck.”

Nathaniel quickly stood from his seated position, “May I come with you?” He looked pleadingly at Harry and Severus and then glanced at Anita. Anita nodded her head in agreement; Micah could help her feed the ardeur.

“You are welcome anytime Nathaniel,” Harry smiled at the leopard.

Mitzy had a frown on her face when Harry popped into the living room at home. “Master Harry should not be popping about fighting bad wizards in his condition. He may hurt the little masters.”

“Masters, as in more than one?”

“Wait, you know I’m pregnant?”

“Master Harry and Severus, it is house elf job to know when new masters are coming.” The elf shook her head at the clueless wizards, dismissing their ignorance. “Now, you must sleep, will your kitty-man be sleeping with the Masters or in his own room?”

Again gob smacked at the elf Harry answered with slight awe in his voice, “with us, Mitzy, thank you.”

“Mitzy, will bring Master Harry tea that will help him feel better and help the babies grow.” Harry could only nod his head and follow Severus up the stairs to their bedroom. Nathaniel followed behind like a pet.

Anita was staring at Jean-Claude’s dead form. He was so artfully sprawled on the bed that it really did seem like he was sleeping. She wanted to talk to Jean-Claude, but would have to wait until he woke in early evening. A thought occurred to Anita as she remembered the theatre and waking the vampire before dark. Anita eyed her main boyfriend and knew she had to try. She was kinda freaked out about Harry’s pregnancy and a twinge of jealousy was there as well.

She climbed into the huge bed and straddled her lover. She pulled one of the knives she still had sheathed on her wrist and pricked her palm. She waited for the well of her palm to fill before opening Jean-Claude’s mouth and calling her power.

“Jean-Claude,” she called him and he opened his eyes in surprise.

“Ma Petite, what is going on?”

“I needed to talk to you, but I couldn’t wait until evening.”

“Has something happened?”

“Harry is pregnant, and I am very confused about how I feel.” Anita gave in to a rare moment of emotional weakness and buried her head in Jean-Claude’s cool neck.

“I am happy you come to me for such support, but I think I am misunderstanding your words. Harry is pregnant?”

“The blond one, Draco, said that wizards have various means to procreate and one of them is male pregnancy. But the thing that bothers me is that I felt jealous when Severus hugged him in joy. I hadn’t thought about the pregnancy scare in a long time, but I don’t feel the same anymore about it.”

“Do you want to start a family, Ma Petite?”

“I think I might, but I love my work. I am the best and I get to help people, won’t I have to give that up? My job has been me for so long, what if I can’t be as good a mother, or I die like mine did?”

Jean-Claude enfolded Anita in his arms tightly and rocked her as she cried. Their marks were open and Jean-Claude knew that the fear was coming from dying and leaving her child to fend for their self. After the childhood Anita had with an uncaring step-mother and clueless father, Jean-Claude knew the root of Anita’s parental fears. She could die doing her job and she couldn’t trust that the potential father’s would be capable of taking care of the child any safer than she.

“Ma Petite, when we start families we think of all the consequences and possibilities, but we cannot stop because of eventualities. We already have a family that we protect here; a child will not change that. Our security will be here and our caution still exercised.”

“But what if some bad guy comes and tried to kill our children to get to us?”

“We will protect them with our lives and have plans for safe places if we do give our lives for them.”

“But it can happen,” Anita said it like she had made her point. “What if they have my power? What if they’re bitten? What if—”

Jean-Claude closed his mouth over the spill of words, stopping Anita from completing her ramblings of worry. He waited until she stopped protesting and leaned into his kiss before moving away from her to look into her deep brown eyes.

“Ma Petite, you will make a wonderful mother. You will be fierce and better because of what you missed as a child. Anita if it were possible I would give you my child, but know that any child that comes from you will have me as a proud papa.”

Anita buried her face in his neck once more and cried that it was a far long shot for Jean-Claude to be the father of her child. He would understand if she was pregnant with someone else’s child and still he would love that child like his own flesh.

“Are you hungry?” Anita asked as she felt how cool Jean-Claude felt.

“Oui, Ma Petite, but I can send for someone.”

“No, I want to feed you, is that okay?”

“Ma Petite, your blood is like ambrosia to me, anytime you deem to share your life’s blood I am honored.” Jean-Claude watched as Anita exposed her neck clearly for him and struck without preamble. It was simply orgasmic for them both as Jean-Claude hardened and Anita felt herself moisten. Jean-Claude pulled his fangs free of Anita’s flesh and quickly flipped them over. Jean-Claude made quick work of undressing Anita. He sank into her powerful warmth and reveled in the sheer force of their connection. Anita felt so over whelmed she bit into Jean-Claude’s shoulder drawing blood. The taste made her eye bleed blue flame and the power swirling around them was intoxicating.

It was a fast and satisfying mating between Jean-Claude and Anita. Anita yawned as Jean-Claude pulled her into his arm after their breath was caught. Jean-Claude noticed that he was actually breathing without conscious thought. Then even odder was the thump in his chest. It was slow and sluggish, but there, none the less.

“Ma Petite, what have you done to me?” Jean-Claude sat up and looked at his love. He noticed the drop of blood on the corner of her lips. His hand rose to what he expected to be a simple love hickey, but his hand came away bloody and he saw and felt the tale tell pain of a wound.

Anita sleepy and a bit drained from their coupling, turned to look at the vampire she felt panic coursing through. “What is it? Your heart is racing.” Anita heard her own words and jumped up to get a good look at the vampire in bed with her. Jean-Claude was no longer pale, but flushed a healthy peach. It seemed like there was life in him again. She placed a hand over the middle of his chest and felt the racing beat of a heart that she had never felt beat before.

“What is this?” Anita asked panicked as she took in all the changes in the man she loved.

“I am not sure, but I think it is effects of the fourth mark. You drank of me, Ma Petite.” Jean-Claude indicated the wound on his shoulder and the blood trickling from said wound.

Anita knew she should be panicking, but the rush of anger and adrenaline would not rise. She was clam, even when she knew that she had not meant to take that final step or to deal with the consequences of virtual immortality. She scrambled the small distance between Jean-Claude and herself and threw her arms around the man. She felt her world was right and she sobbed at the feeling of complete peace.

Jean-Claude could not help the relief he felt at having Anita so firmly attached to him and her not ranting and raving. It was so surreal that when someone knocked on the door to his room Jean-Claude was very rude as he called out, “Fuck off”.

Anita laughed at the rude statement that was so unlike her suave French love, but she figured that it might have been her own influence that caused the vampire to act so uncharacteristic. A more insistent knock came from the door had the couple parting to find clothing to see what was so important.

Jean-Claude walked to the door in a black silk robe and opened the door with a flourish. On the other side was Claudia, one of the guards. “Yes, Claudia?”

“We weren’t expecting you to wake this early, but we felt something big. The underground shook and…” Claudia trailed off and looked confused by the little she could observe from her boss.

“Ma Petite and I were bonding. We did not mean to cause alarm, but we are never really sure of what will happen when we meld powers, as you know.” Claudia only nodded, her understanding not even close, but if the boss was fine, she was fine.

“We will need to plan a celebration as well, but that can wait until this evening.” Jean-Claude wanted to laugh at the confused look on the body guard’s face, but he settled for closing the door in his face.

“You could have explained better,” Anita said from the edge of the bed where she was perched in a blue silk robe. “How are we going to celebrate?”

“We will put on a grand party with old friends and new. It will be wonderful.” Jean-Claude beamed at Anita and the necromancer felt she had never seen anything so beautiful in all her life. “Maybe not tonight, because we should invite out of town friends, oui?”

“Like a wedding reception?” Anita looked skeptical at the idea.

“It is of great occasion to celebrate the forth mark. It is essentially a marriage, do you not want to?”

“I just do not want another evening like the Danse Macabre debuted. You understand right?”

“Ma Petit, this will be a far more intimate affair, but I would be remiss if I did not invite my closest allies here in America. The least would be Augustine and Samuel.” Anita nodded her head at the prospect of her metaphysical wedding reception and wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. Jean-Claude smiled warmly and hugged her.

The black leopard at the end of Severus’ and Harry’s bed was scary, but endearing with its purring growl. Nathaniel had transformed and curled up like a pet on the bed when they arrived in the bedroom. Harry and Severus had just woken up and admired the black cat, they began to pet and stroke the predator.

“Nathaniel, come back so we can play properly,” Harry said, putting his own purr in his voice. There was small burst of power and Nathaniel sitting in a puddle of clear goo. Harry waved his hand over the other man and the bed making them spotlessly clean.

“Thank you Harry,” Nathaniel ducked his head coyly.

“You are very attractive, Nathaniel.” Severus’ voice was like velvet and Nathaniel was reminded about what Jean-Claude could do with his voice, but there was no feel of vamp powers behind it, just natural tone.

“Thank you, Severus.”

“Nathaniel, what would you like to do,” Harry asked the shy man in front of him. “Would you like company as our pet or would you like to please us both?”

Nathaniel looked up at Harry with longing in his eyes. His answer was there for Harry and Severus to see. Harry smiled at the leopard, “This will be fun. Do you have a safe word?”

Nathaniel ducked his head again, “I don’t have one, but I trust you.”

“Do you like a great deal of pain, Nathaniel?” Severus’ question sounded strained and made the leopard’s head shoot up and start explaining.

“I was a child prostitute. I was taught very young to take what was done to me. I scare everyone else, because I don’t say stop, ever, but I need this. I would never use a safe word, no matter what.” Nathaniel hung his head waiting for the two men to reject him, but instead he heard them speak clearly and authoritatively.

“Kneel at the end of the bed,” Severus voice sent a chill down Nathaniel’s spine. The leopard scrambled to the floor and knelt.

Harry thought the man was absolutely gorgeous as he sat knees apart and bum sitting on his heels. His back was arched from the hands he had clutched together at the small of his back. He presented a thick cock with his legs wide apart looking quite edible. Harry licked his lips at the sight.

Severus walked around the kneeling man and surveyed what he anticipated playing with. He had admired the leopard ever since he laid eyes on the auburn tresses that touched the floor. The hair pooled on the floor like a red silk puddle. His hand snaked out to grab a handful and tilt Nathaniel’s head back. Severus stared at the pulsing beat of the leopard’s exposed neck. He lowered his head and licked a swipe across the warm tan flesh.

Nathaniel moaned as his hair stretched his scalp with the promise of real pain. The tongue across his neck made him want to drown in a sea of submission. Nathaniel felt tendrils of power surround him, and then felt the solid weight of being physically restrained in his position. He didn’t bother testing his restraints, knowing they were solid and strong, even against him. His cock grew harder at the knowledge. His head was jerked back suddenly, finally causing the real pain hinted in the firm grip before. Nathaniel wanted to keen in pleasure, but his voice would not sound.

“Oh, no, little pussy cat,” Harry’s voice caressed Nathaniel’s ear. “If you won’t use a safe word, then why would you need a voice?” Harry’s voice was dark and lustful. Nathaniel couldn’t help but finally open his eyes, from their closed state. What he saw made his breath catch. Bright flaming emerald eyes full of power stared at him in absolute dominance over him.

“Oh, Severus,” Harry cooed to his husband. “We have such a pretty kitty to play with and pet…and taste.” Harry brought his mouth down to plunder Nathaniel’s mouth as Severus continued to hold his head awkwardly. It wasn’t gentle or loving; it was domination in kiss form. Nathaniel reveled in the action, hoping he would carry bruises after this session as trophies of his pleasure.

“Harry, he will suffocate if his head remains at this angle and your mouth cutting his air.” Severus’ calm, smooth voice washed over them. Nathaniel and Harry both felt a modicum of control return and Nathaniel did realize that he hadn’t been breathing for enough time to cause him to take deep steadying breaths to stop his dizziness.

“Remember, he will not let us know when he is in danger. We must set his limit for him. Now sit on the edge of the bed and watch until you have your control back.” Nathaniel watched Harry follow the directions and stare intently at his husband. “You are such a good husband, Harry.”

“Thank you, love.” Harry placed his hands in his lap and sat primly like a shy little girl. His eyes turned to meet Nathaniel’s and the leopard knew immediately that it was an act to please Severus, because the look laid upon him by Harry was scorching. The smile that graced the delicate face and kissed plumped lips was dark and sinful and Nathaniel wanted to like those lips.

Harry could feel the desire coming off of Nathaniel. “Come here kitty.” Nathaniel felt a tap on his hands and knew he was free to move and follow the command. He leant forward, ignoring the slight twinge from his previous position. He braced himself on his hands and knees and began to crawl towards Harry.

“So well trained, I heard cats weren’t trainable, because they have such independent personalities.” Harry wore a robe that covered his nudity, but as Nathaniel crawled forward he opened his legs to reveal his throbbing erection to Nathaniel. Harry watched as the little kitty, which was bigger than him, opened his mouth in what should have been a gasp, but was only a suggestive o. “Does kitty like cream?”

Nathaniel nodded his head eagerly and went for the pearl drop gracing the tip of Harry’s dick. A sharp tug on his hair kept him from his prize. “No, no, no kitty, not yet. You must look the part. What do you think Severus?”

Severus moved forward to loosen the tension in the hair wrapped around his hand. He simply quirked his lips in a secretive smile. Nathaniel looked over his shoulder at the vampire and saw a long thin tail with a little bulb at the end. Nathaniel would have frowned at the lack of size, but a hand pushed his head down to the floor causing him to present himself to Severus. There was suddenly a warm slickness in his ass and Severus had two slim fingers entering him. Nathaniel didn’t tense, only relaxing into the sudden push. He had missed anal play since he became Anita’s. Anita liked the idea of man on man, but rarely participated when presented directly with it, unless it was under dire circumstances. Nathaniel didn’t want to be almost dying to have his needs met.

Nathaniel rocked back and forth on the intruding fingers, drowning in the long missed stretch. He silently whimpered as Severus withdrew his fingers. He felt the slight nudge of something round. Severus slipped the bulb end of the cat tail into Nathaniel’s ass and it immediately expanded locking itself within Nathaniel’s willing ass.

It was an unexpected stretch that made Nathaniel arch his back and cry out silently. “Now, that is better. A kitty with a tail looks so much more real. Can you switch it back and forth?” Harry asked. Nathaniel was about to wiggle his full bottom, when he felt the tail move on its own. The tail twirled and flipped back and forth making him moan and very unsteady on his hands and knees.

“Oh, kitty must be very happy; does kitty want his cream, now?” Nathaniel nodded only coherent enough shake his head shortly. “Then lick up our cream, kitty, its right here.” Harry spread his legs further apart and Nathaniel immediately pounced on the turgid rod. His mouth closed over the head and sucked greedily. He was hauled away quickly, though.

“I said lick it kitty,” Harry’s darkened voice spoke to the kneeling man. Nathaniel was let go and he started to lick Harry’s cock from base to tip. Harry made contented sounds in his throat and Nathaniel enjoyed his task and the swishing tail in his ass. Delicious.

“Swallow it, kitty.”

Nathaniel complied in an instant. Having no gag reflex, Harry’s cock slid to the back of his throat directly. Harry gasped and clutched Nathaniel’s hair and held him there. Nathaniel knew he needed air, but it felt so damn good he didn’t want it to stop. His head was wrenched away from Harry and he gasped for his lost breath.

“Potter, I warned you before,” Severus had a fistful of Harry’s hair wrenching his husband’s head back. “You much stay in control.”

“I was in control Sev.” Harry licked his lips and stared into the black fathomless depths of Severus’ eyes.

“I am in control now. Hands and knees.” Harry quickly complied and Severus wanted to cum at the sight of Harry stretched hole. Somehow the other wizard had enchanted a plug into his ass and was fully stretched and ready. “You wicked, wicked boy.

“Nathaniel, you will fuck him and use all the strength at your disposal.” Severus’ order hit Nathaniel like a brick, but his cock jumped in excitement. He wanted to be fucked, but Harry’s ass did look inviting. He scrambled unto the bed, tail thrust into his hole now and he pulled the plug from Harry’s ass and plunged in.

Harry’s screamed his pleasure to the roof as he felt the pounding thrust. “Yes! Fuck me kitty, fuck me!” Harry had a smile upon his face and was close to orgasm. When Severus presented him with his cock, Harry needed no command to swallow it whole. Nathaniel increased his thrusts making Harry grunt every time he hit that special spot with in the dark haired bottom. They all came at the same time, because Severus told them to. He was in sole control of their pleasure. Both submissive men fell to the bed breathing heavily and sated, for the moment.

The trio’s fun was exciting and exhausting. Nathaniel returned to the circus with a cat that got the cream look and every were-animal on duty and off could smell the sex that coated him. Nathaniel went straight to bed after crawling into bed with Micah. The older cat just threw an arm around the younger man and snorted as he caught a whiff.

“I’m glad you had fun.” Nathaniel only answered with an unintelligible grunt, as he was already slipping into dream land.

The main powers of St. Louis were sitting down for a pow wow to discuss the results of their interrogation of the captured vampires. Jean-Claude was stonily observing his colleagues and new friends. He looked at the deep concern and slight guilt coming off the little dark haired wizard. Harry Potter was confusing to him. He had so much power at his disposal and seemed to utterly reject the desire to use it to gain influence and status. Jean-Claude would have had a hard time understanding Harry had he not spent the better part of a decade dealing with Anita.

Vampire politics were a constant activity that actively took stamina and attention. Jean-Claude’s avaricious appetite when it came to securing his territory and people born from his time at the mercy of Belle Morte colored his every move, but could he afford to lose Harry’s friendship, because of the latest mess the council had hit them with.

Harry started to pace and all the were-animals in attendance couldn’t help but notice the pool of power that the moving man made as he circled the room. Severus glided over to his husband and placed a hand on his shoulder. Harry turned immediately into the vampire’s arms and clung to him.

“Harry, it is not your fault that the council is fucking with us.” Anita felt it her duty to try and ease Harry’s feelings, because she understood the guilt of causing people trouble with just your existence. “We have a pretty secure power base and you moving here and being friends has given the impression that it is even more secure.”

“Ma Petit, I do not wish to put more on our new friends then this current situation. Harry, this is something you do not have to help us with; we have plenty of man power to fight this encroachment.”

Harry turned from Severus’ embrace to look at the Master of City, “You don’t understand who Lucius Malfoy is and what he was when he was only a wizard. Now he has the power of a vampire as well.”

“Why don’t you tell us about him, Mr. Potter?” Rafael, the head of the Were-Rats commented from his position near Jean-Claude and Anita.

“Lucius was the right hand of a very insane and evil wizard. Lucius was the reason that Voldemort was even remotely successful in his endeavors after his resurrection.”

“Voldemort was a vampire as well?”

“No, it’s a long story, but with some very dark magic and rituals he was able to give himself a half life and beat death. When I was fourteen he and a lackey used my blood for a ritual that gave a piece of his soul a body. Lucius Malfoy was the man’s financial backing and right hand. Severus was supposed to be his spy within our faction,” Harry squeezed Severus’ hand and continued.

“Lucius was capable of unspeakable crimes. He set a basilisk loose on my school in my second year. And he tried to kill me and some friends in my fifth year at our government building. Used Draco, his own son, to try and kill my mentor and unleashed a werewolf pedophile on our school. Lucius Malfoy is not the best type of person.”

“And this man is now here in our city on orders from the vampire council?” Richard spoke up and sat forward. “The full moon is tonight, do you think that they may try and disturb the Lupanar tonight?”

“It’s Teddy’s first full moon and even if Lucius is planning something, I don’t think that he would pit himself against a large pack of wolves that can tear him apart and has matching strength and speed. Magic can only deal with so much. Lucius is the only magic user alive now.”

“Harry, believe me my Father always has a contingency plan. That grease trap the other night was just to see what he was up against. There is most definitely a bigger plan in the works. You are probably going to see something like the war, small concentrated attacks to cause terror and strife between humans and vampires.”

“This is most distressing. I had hoped the council would see the merit in being in the public eye regardless of the risk to safety and secrecy, but what are we to do in this situation. The Harlequin will not come back to St. Louis. I had not thought there were other options besides a direct assault from another council member.”

Harry pulled away from Severus and faced Jean-Claude and his people, “Jean-Claude I am with you in any fight. They are using my people and our gifts to harm. I will always feel it my solemn duty to fight any wrong doing tied to Voldemort.”

“We cannot ask you to do this; you have no obligation to us.”

Harry snorted, “There are four types of people where I am from, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. The founders of our magical education had very distinct personalities. I was a Gryffindor. We are brave to a fault, loyal, and head strong. My husband hated how accurate that description was of me as a child. I will stand by my new home and friends.” Harry walked over and offered his wrist to Jean-Claude and smiled.

Jean-Claude clasped the wrist and brought it to his mouth. His fangs sank into the tender flesh. Jean-Claude wanted to melt at the pure flavor of power. He could taste the unique flavor of Harry’s magic. It was robust like were-animal’s power, but sparkling like champagne and heady like a stiff drink of liquor. It was a very inebriated Jean-Claude that looked up at everyone.

Anita felt like she had taken shots. Her eyes focused on everyone else that was tied to Jean-Claude and her and saw they were in the same state. Harry Potter was confusing and scary powerful, but he was on their side and that was enough for her.

Richard’s dick was so hard he couldn’t help but rub himself through his tight jeans. He looked towards Jean-Claude and Anita and growled. It was a low rumble through his chest and caught everyone’s attention. He stood with the prominent bulge in everyone’s sight. He grabbed hold of Jean-Claude and Anita’s wrists and hauled them from the room. It was a comical sight with the three most powerful beings in St. Louis exiting the room so fast and for that reason.

Harry looked at Severus, “Is that how you feel when you drink from me?”

“It is a very arousing experience for me, my love, but our magic was always a part of me, so I think it was a headier experience for everyone else.”

The meeting broke up thirty minutes later when it was apparent that the group leaders were not indulging in a quickie. Everyone who did not live under the circus or work there went home. Others found a partner and slacked their power inspired lust with them.

The afternoon was a hive of activity, mainly because Teddy was way too hyper about the full moon. He ran around the house howling and somehow got the twins in on the fun. Harry even turned into his animagus form and gave Teddy rides. Severus just shook his head at the chaos and asked Draco if he wanted to play a game of chess. The game didn’t last long because it was knocked over by a stray flick of Harry’s tail as he ran passed.

When the sun started to set they climbed into the car that arrived to take them to the Lupanar. Richard had sent Shang-Da, his Hati, to escort them. The ride over was boisterous with Harry trying to calm down the bouncing Teddy. Shang-Da was quiet as usual despite various attempts by Teddy to get the man to talk. They arrived to an old farm house and were informed that they would walk the rest of the way.

Harry felt the magic far before he reached the huge clearing that housed the meeting place for the Lukoi. Teddy had grown quiet as the magic got stronger. He grabbed Harry’s hand as they cleared the trees of the forest and looked out on the large pack. People milled about in restlessness, waiting for the moon to rise and force their change.

“Are all of these people wolves, like me?” Teddy asked as he looked around.

“Most are, Teddy, but I think Anita’s pard is here too.” Harry spotted Anita on the raised dais next to Richard. A few comments were heard from various members by Harry about her presence. Something told Harry that although Anita was the Lupa for this particular pack she had not been an active member in her role.

Harry bumped into a young woman that looked like a doll. He immediately excused himself and apologized. A swift hand grabbed his wrist to arrest his progress through the crowd.

“Who are you? You don’t smell like pack.” She had long blond hair and a strong aura.

“I’m Harry Potter; I brought my son for the Lupanar. It’s his first full moon with his new pack. And, you are?”

“How did your son become infected? He is rather young?”

“He was born this way. His mother was a magical human and biological father was a werewolf. Richard invited us to join the pack, so Teddy could learn. It’s nice to meet you but I think Richard wanted us up front, excuse us.”

“My name’s Gwen, Sylvie, the Geri, is my partner.” Gwen knelt down to address Teddy, “It was very nice to meet you as well, little on.” She extended her hand and was surprised by the strength returned when Teddy took it. She smiled as they walked away to move towards the front and join Richard and Anita.

Richard stood with Anita and smiled when he saw Harry and Teddy approach. Richard was slightly nervous, because he wasn’t just announcing a new member to the pack but reaffirming Anita as their Lupa. He knew he would have to put on a good show for the pack to show that Anita’s wolf was attuned to his.

“Members of the Thronos Rokke Pack,” everyone quieted with Richard’s opening words. “We are here for another full moon where we become one with the animal that lives within us. We embrace or animal as ourselves and revel. We welcome the pard and the Nimir-ra and Nimir-raj, but we also welcome back our Lupa, Anita.”

Noise from the crowd caused Richard to raise his hand for silence. “We also have a new member to introduce tonight, Theodore Remus Lupin or Teddy.” Teddy detached his hand from his surrogate father and walked to Richard. “Do you Teddy swear to uphold the rules of this pack and protect it?”

“Yes, I do.” Teddy’s voice rang out over the crowd. Various heads nodded in approval for someone so young.

“Do you swear to defer to the Ulfric of this pack in all decisions concerning this pack?”

“I do.”

“Do swear to follow the orders and respect the Lupa of this pack?”

“I do,” Teddy looked to Anita and gave her a bright smile.

“Then welcome to your park, Teddy.” Richard hugged the little boy as he jumped into his arms. “Now go join everyone down there.” Richard pointed to the crowd below the dais.

“I am aware that I am honor bound to prove that my Lupa is worthy. Come Anita.” Richard extended his arm out to Anita and she willingly came, with smile on her face. Richard let the rein on his power go and it washed over everyone present. A second wave joined his and he smiled as Anita’s familiar mix of powers joined his. His energy was like the summer breeze, warm and comforting. Anita’s mix was like the excitement you feel for first love and sex. The power mingled as the moon rose and the crowd started to change. Richard slipped into his half-man/wolf form and Anita kept her human form, but it was obvious that she was definitely worthy of Lupa.

The Pack howled as the power ebbed and subsided. Anita felt a burst of energy and knew that with her new status as full servant she could run easily with the pack and pard. Richard grabbed her hand and they led the pack into the forest. The exhilaration was like nothing else. Anita regretted the time it took her to make the choice to fully commit to her two main men. They were truly hers and she theirs. She kept pace with the pack and even caught sight of Harry in his lion form as he ran next to a small tawny wolf. They romped about through the trees and Anita laughed at the wonderful feeling of a pack at total peace.

Harry carried a sleeping Teddy out of the trees and into the Lupanar. He smiled at Richard and Anita as they laughed over something. “That was very enjoyable. I think Teddy will definitely much prefer full moons with the pack.”

“Thanks Harry for letting him join. Wolves benefit from the pack and he will be a strong wolf one day.” Richard ruffled Teddy’s sleeping head.

Harry smiled at the Ulfric and Lupa, “Would you like to have breakfast at my home? Mitzy is sure to have feast prepared for an army.”

Anita smiled and nodded her head, “Is the whole pard invited, because we all carpooled?”

“When I say army, I mean an army worth of food. Mitzy really has no sense of small scale cooking. I think that is why Sev and I entertain so much.”

“Then we will head over as soon as the pard is together. Richard?” Anita looked at Richard for his plans.

“I will be along as well when, Jamil and Shang-Da return.” No sooner had he said their name Shang-Da exited the tree line carrying Jamil over his shoulder. The dark skinned man looked pale and unconscious. Richard rushed over as Shang-Da lowered the Skoll to the ground. Arrow bolts stood out from his chest and thigh.

“What happened?” Richard asked with steel in his voice.

“We were running and suddenly we found ourselves in a gauntlet of arrows. Jamil fell and I transformed and carried him back here.”

Harry paled and handed Teddy to Nathaniel. He hurried over to look at the downed wolf. One of Anita’s leopards moved to check the wolf as well. Everyone seemed to defer to her and Harry vaguely remembered her name some kind of fruit, Cherry, maybe.

She placed her fingers to a pulse point, “He’s got a weak pulse. He shouldn’t be bleeding like this. He should have already started to heal.” She pointed to the oozing wound that trickled steady blood.

“We need to get him to the hospital quickly,” Cherry insisted.

“Wait,” Harry pulled his rarely used wand and cast a diagnostic spell. The arrows glowed red, and then blue. “We need to get him back to me home. I don’t think Jamil will survive apparition, but I can get there by portkey safe. You will follow, yes?”

“What’s a portkey?”

“It’s a way to move from one place to another like apparating but safer in this case.” Harry picked up a stone from the ground and waved his wand over it. It flashed white and then looked like an ordinary stone again. Harry levitated Jamil and grabbed his wrist. He blinked out of the clearing and everyone scrambled to get to vehicles, still amazed by the powers of this wizard.

Harry landed in the living room with Jamil still floating in the air. Severus was standing next to the patio doors drinking coffee when he saw Harry blink in. “Was the full moon…what has happened?” He rushed over to the prone werewolf.

“They’re magical arrows. And something tells me they are tipped with silver.”

“Where is Teddy?” Severus looked around for their little boy.

“With Nathaniel, Anita, and Richard. They are on their way.” Harry heard a pop and turned to see Teddy and Nathaniel standing near the patio doors abandoned by Severus.

“Teddy, I told you, you are not allowed to apparate and certainly not side-a-long anyone!”

“Dad, we’re fine, but Nathaniel said someone was hurt and you weren’t there when I woke up.” Teddy looked at Jamil and blanched, “Will Jamil be alright?”

“Severus is working on it now. Go get something to eat and take Nathaniel.” Harry waved them off.

“First go get my potions bag out the lab,” Severus commanded and Teddy ran off like a bolt of lightning. He returned seconds later with the required bag and then guided Nathaniel to the dining room.

“We need to get the arrows out of him, but they are charmed to stay right where they are.” Harry looked to Severus for a solution.

“We will have to cut them out. We will have cut a plug from his shoulder and quickly place the healing potions into the wounds and hope that his magic it compatible with ours.” Severus conjured a scalpel like knife that he used to cut into Jamil’s upper chest. Severus was glad that it wasn’t near the man’s heart. His incision was precise and deep. Severus quickly pulled the arrow and the meat surrounding the tip out of the man’s chest. Harry quickly poured the potion into the hole and they both waited.

Slowly Jamil’s blood flow staunched and the flesh started to knit itself back together. Harry and Severus moved to the wolf’s thigh and repeated the process. It took longer for the wound to respond in his thigh. Harry looked to Severus and the vampire shook his head. Harry noticed that Jamil had not moved throughout the process.

“Poison, I think,” Severus examined Jamil’s naked body more thoroughly. “He should be awake. Get him to a room and I’ll go see if the arrows were poisoned as well as charmed. And what with.” Severus left the task to Harry and headed to his lab.

Harry was pushing his breakfast around his plate when everyone else arrived. Richard was the first to speak. “Where is he?”

“He’s up stairs resting. We think the arrows were poisoned. Severus is testing them now. Jamil hasn’t woken up yet. Severus will find whatever it is.” Harry tried for a reassuring smile to the Ulfric, but his worry bled through. “The attack was definitely a wizard. We may be able to track the magic from the arrows, but it was probably meant as a warning to the wolves, otherwise I think more of you would have come out of there wounded.”

Richard sat down at the table along with everyone else that had arrived. Mitzy quickly dished out plates of food to the guest. Every dug into the food, because changing back cause a come or a huge appetite. No one really had anything to say until Severus walked into the dining room. Harry jumped up and looking expectantly at his husband.

“I have administered the antidote, but I do not know how long it will be. Lucius used one of my own creations, commissioned by Voldemort, as a failsafe against Greyback. I would not have been able to save your skoll, otherwise. I think someone familiar should be there with him if he wakes up.” Severus saw the relief cross everyone’s face as they all relaxed. It was Shang-Da that rose and asked for directions to the ailing wolf’s room.

“Thank you, Severus, this new magic would be twice as dangerous had you and Harry had not come to us. I still cannot understand what the Vampire council has against us. No other territory has this many attacks. St. Louis is just another city like any other, but we are targeted?” Richard took more bites of his food that seemed to never diminish.

Harry looked at the Ulfric and felt like this was somehow his fault, but he knew that this was just two worlds converging and fate. “The vampire council had a madman on their hands and if they think that Lucius Malfoy can be trusted to do what they say, well then they are sorely mistaken. That man is only wreaking havoc because he can. We’ll have to find him before anything else can be done. Severus was there enough magic on the arrows to track?”

“No, but they weren’t made by Lucius. They’re from Voldemort’s old arsenal. Lucius must have gone back to England or Voldemort had a cache here, which could mean that there were plans already to move on America. This gets more complicated the more information we gather.” Severus huffed out a breath and left the room, followed closely by Harry. The majority of accompanying pack and pard left soon after leaving only the Ulric and Anita. They waited to see if Jamil would wake. Near evening Jamil finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw his Ulfric slumped dead to the world in a chair next to the bed.

Richard awoke to the smiling eyes of his skoll. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’ve been shot in the leg and shoulder.”

Richard laughed at the ailing man, “If you’re feeling pains then you’re alive. I’ll take that any day. Do you remember what happened?”

Jamil shook his head, “Just that these arrows came out of nowhere and I threw myself in front of Shang-Da, then it felt like fire engulfed me. The next thing I knew was waking up to see you here. Where is here?”

“Harry and Severus were able to save you. The arrows had some kind of poison, but Severus had an antidote. It was definitely a wizard. They want us weakened for their attack. I think we will be fighting the vampire council again. They think this wizard vampire is here to tear up apart.”

“We cannot be weak Richard. I think it is time that you devote your life to your position. There have been too many attempts to our territory, not because we are a threat, but simply because we are content. It is time for you to choose the pack or your picket fence.” Jamil closed his eyes and slipped back into unconsciousness as Richard covered his face with his hands trembling.

Richard had accepted his sadism, attraction to men, Anita’s harem, but could he give up his dream of a family, safe and separate from the monsters. The answer was a resounding No in his head. His family had already been touched by evil and there was no way he could abandon his pack. He was Ulfric and did not trust anyone else to lead, not even Sylvie. He stood and left the room to make a few calls in preparation of shoring up the last weaknesses that threatened everything he loved and duty bound to protect.

Draco left shortly after the lupanar attack. His duties as Minister did not afford him the time to participate in a daily hunt for a vampire that knew how to hide. The group had shore up any loose ends and security. Wards were added to the Circus and all Jean-Claude’s businesses. When it seemed Lucius would make no more attacks, the reinforcements that Harry had called in left back to England to be called if needed. Harry, Severus, and Teddy were left to live their new lives in St. Louis. It was peaceful for months until they were called in to a case from the RPIT unit once again.

Harry was six months pregnant with twins and cranky. When Lt. Storr looked at him funny, when they apparated to the scene of a murder, Harry didn’t even let the man speak before throwing a silencing charm at the police officer. “My hormones do not allow me the patience that I didn’t have before I got knocked up, Lt. Storr. So I need you to know anything unprofessional out of your mouth will be met with unreasonable fury and retaliation. Am I understood?”

“You should believe him, Lt. Storr; I had to stop him from staking me this morning for taking the last piece of toast.” Severus looked amused at his husband.

Dolph nodded jerkily and immediately found he regained his speech. “I was not aware that men could become pregnant.” Dolph looked extremely uncomfortable. “Should you be here?”

“Lt. Storr we only consult, Marshall Blake does your killing. I believe we were employed because your department did not trust Anita at the scenes any longer. What am I going to be sending Anita after now?”

Dolph took a deep breath and pushed the need to reevaluate what he thought was right and possible in his world to answer Harry’s question. “The ME says it looks like a lycanthrope attack, but not by anything he has ever seen. We need some kind of confirmation sooner than the lab can get us an answer.”

Harry and Severus nodded and followed Storr towards a town house cordoned off by police tape. Severus kept his hand at the small of Harry’s back as they climbed the stairs to the upper floor of the three story home. They saw several bodies mangled and in separate parts. Harry walked over to a head that looked blankly back at him. He pulled his wand and did a diagnostic spell. He snatched the parchment that appeared out of thin air and read it. He frowned at the paper and handed it to Severus. The vampire frowned as well.

Harry went to other pieces of body and did the diagnostic spell again, several times. Dolph watched as each time he scowled at the page and handed it to the vampire.

“What is going on?” Storr asked.

“Well this was done by animals,” Harry said.

“Yes, but has a lycanthrope did it?”

“No, Lt. Storr, actual animals did this. There was no lycanthrope here. The spells say it was a badger. A badger cannot do this. I mean they’re vicious, but this was one hell of a badger. They aren’t even a lycanthrope species.” Harry looked at Severus to put his opinion in on the matter.

“I agree; this is vexing in the extreme.” He pulled his wand and cast several spells that had the dim interior of the house glowing with spell light. “There is no residual magic either. It looks like an animal just came and ran amuck and then departed. Are there any particular body parts missing?”

“We haven’t gotten that far yet. We would know once the autopsies were done.” Dolph sighed, “thank you for your help. You should get back home. No matter your gender being pregnant can’t be conducive to this amount of gore.”

“He is right Harry. Let us know if you find any more information so that we can help put together some theories about what this could be other than the horror of the obvious.” Severus wrapped a hand around Harry’s waist as he nodded goodbye to Dolph; they apparated away.

They landed in the living room and Harry stumbled from a wave of sudden dizziness. Severus caught him tighter around the waist to steady him.

“I believe we have reached our apparition threshold until you deliver. We will have to hire a driver of, merlin forbid, learn ourselves.” Severus simply scooped his husband up and carried him up the stairs to the bedroom and tucked him in. He ran his hand across the swelling curve of Harry’s abdomen and felt the distinct movement of his two boys. Harry moaned as he huffed a heavy breath.

“Don’t rouse them Sev, now I have to use the loo.” Severus snorted to himself and helped his husband out the bed and to the toilet that had several charms that made it feel like an actual throne when in use. Harry did his business and was taken back to the bed. “Thank you Severus, this is your fault, but you are being a wonderful husband. I could do this without you.”

Severus was used to those sorts of comments from Harry as the pregnancy progressed. Harry insisted Severus know that it was entirely his fault that Harry was going through this ordeal. Harry’s reasoning was that if Severus wasn’t so bloody powerful he would not have whelped him with twins their first time.

“My love, if I could carry our offspring I would gladly do so, but I cannot. It should always be the stronger mate that bares such tasks.” Severus kissed the top of harry’s head in compassion.

“That’s bollocks Severus Snape and you are well aware of it. Your silver tongue is what paved the way for this situation. I am humongous and unattractive and you would try to mislead me into thinking I am somehow noble to be put through this?”

“Would you like some treacle tart love?” Severus asked as he tucked the covers around the younger man.

“Yes, but you are deflecting again, Severus. I want an answer. Am I unattractive?”

Severus smiled at his insecure husband, “You are as beautiful as the moment I first fell in love with you. I find I have to restrain myself from ravishing your body at moment’s notice. When I wake in the morning next to your sleeping form I want to immediately sheath my cock in you. When you shower I want to fall to by knees and bathe your cock with my mouth. I am tempted now to put you on all fours and tongue your always sweet hole until you beg be to try and impregnate you again. I call you the stronger mate, because I see much more restraint from you in intimate affairs.”

Harry looked down his body and groaned, knowing that he was tenting the bed clothes, but unable to see over his expanding belly. “Severus, please do as you said. I feel so ugly all the time and I think that you could not possibly want me. I feel like I felt when I first came to Hogwarts, unattractive and worthless. Please, Sev, make me feel better.”

Severus bent down and took Harry’s mouth in a demanding kiss. He dominated him in the simplest way possible, sucking and biting at Harry’s tongue. He sank his fingers into Harry’s thick locks and held him firm for his exploration and plunder. Harry simply went limp and took everything that was given and loved it. Severus pulled away when air was necessity for harry or he would pass out. He stood straight and swept the blanket to the end of the bed and waved a his hawthorn wand to unclothe Harry. He stood, just staring, at Harry’s naked form. His eyes followed the line of his husband’s form imagining using his tongue along the trail he scouted. He disrobed slowly as Harry watched him slip gracefully out of his muggle suit. He stood bare in front of harry and felt like he was a god by the looking the younger man’s eyes.

“Get on your hands and knees, I want to taste you.” Harry complied immediately and shifted a couple pillows under him to help support the extra weight that messed with his balance. A cool hand trailing lightly down his back made him shiver in anticipation. He wiggled a bit to disperse some of the tension in his body the small touch caused, but he could not calm his racing pulse. Severus firmly gripped his hip with one hand and helped spread his legs with the other. Harry made the perfect picture for Severus with his ass high in the air and his cock and balls framed perfectly in the inverted V his legs made. He barely had to part the luscious globes that hid the object of his desire.

Harry’s ass hole was a dusky rose color that reminded Severus of a silk flower. He intended to make it bloom. He crawled fully unto the bed behind Harry and sat to stare at the opening. It clenched and undulated as if it was being stimulated physically. He reached a spit moistened finger to it and simply touched it. Harry moaned like Severus had sunk the whole digit into him. Severus chuckled darkly as used a firmer stroke across the rosy orifice.

“You are too sensitive; maybe I should not do this. It may have unforeseen consequences.” Severus wanted to guffaw when he heard the indignant protest come from his precious Harry. “If you are sure?”

He rubbed the tip of his tongue along the ridged edge of twitching muscle. “Bloody well get on with it you sadistic man!” Harry hit the bed in his frustration and growled when he heard an answering chuckled from Severus.

Severus spread Harry’s cheeks wide apart, his hole reacting to its extreme exposure. He bit the taut flesh of Harry’s buttocks, around the crevice, and then descended on the wrinkled sphincter. The flat of his tongue covered the moving opening. Harry pushed back on his wet appendage. He thinned his tongue and teasingly poked it in shallowly. Harry whimpered as writhed under Severus’ mouth. He was harder than he could ever remember and he wasn’t that far from his teen years. He wanted to wrap his hand around his cock but the blasted pillows were in the way and he would lose his balance otherwise.

Severus could not continue to tease Harry, because as he did, he denied himself as well. He pulled away and ran the flat of his tongue from the tip of Harry’s cock, along his shaft, across his balls, massaging his taint, and stopped at his hole. Severus plunged his tongue in as far as he could. He heard Harry’s hiss of pleasure but, ignored it and tried to get his tongue in further. Harry rocked into Severus’ face trying to assist the man further, but it was not enough.

“Your fingers, please,” Harry pleaded with his lover.

Severus slipped a thin digit into the hole alongside his tongue. He found the special gland immediately inside Harry. He was satisfied when the man yelped and pushed back, almost dislodging him from his perch on the end of the end. Severus continued to lick around the thrusting digit that massaged Harry’s prostate. Harry moaned incessantly.

“More, more,” he called to his love. Severus added two more fingers, soothing the sudden stretch with his dripping tongue. He smiled as Harry went silent in overload form the pleasure. He reveled in the tight muscles gripping his fingers and twitching under his mouth. He twist his fingers to angle his head to the inside of Harry’s thighs. He struck fast and hard causing Harry to immediate climax. He gave no time between the bite and straightening quickly to plunge his cock into Harry’s heaving hole. Severus seated himself to his balls and just lavished in the feel of Harry’s climax around him.

When Harry was calmer and his muscles only a slight movement around his shaft, Severus started to move. His thrusts were shallow to not irritate the sensitivity of Harry’s post-orgasmic channel. He did not deepen and elongate his rhythm until Harry joined in and met him ass to hips. Harry increased the pace of their coupling and Severus simply held on to his husband and kept pace. They settle on an easy pace that brought pleasure, but no urgency toward climax. They just enjoyed the connection of their bodies.

Their magic started to reach of is counterpart instinctively. Severus felt his heart start to beat faster, rather than it’s sluggish pace any other time no matter the exertion. His body heated to a normal human temperature. A hand at his brow came away with pinkish sweat as their magic crested. Harry felt cooler, but much more frenetic. That was the effect that Severus’ magic had on him. It was cool, but very active. He felt his babies stirring in his belly, as if they knew what their parents were up to. The two sparks joined the fray of swirling magic Severus suddenly started to snap his hips in a mad dash towards a finish line that they had ignore thus far. Harry and Severus felt their consciousness swell as their magic expanded within the room. It was like a small implosion as the magic briefly collapsed back into them and then exploded outwards. Harry and Severus collapsed and the pillows were the only reason Harry’s belly was crushed beneath them. Severus was levitated off of Harry’s unconscious back. Mitzy tsking them for such rough activities, but she smiled happily as she saw the soft glow that surrounded Harry’s belly.

“I have never witnessed two who are favored by magic such as my masters.” She covered them with the crumpled blankets and popped out to go back to finish dinner.
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