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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Lucius_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Sirius_Black, Lucius_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Challenge_Response, Romance, Established
      Relationship, Mpreg, Multiple_Partners
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      Published: 2003-02-23 Words: 3328
****** Two Snakes And A Lion Or What The Animagus Saw ******
by Byrdie
Summary
     It’s Harry’s birthday but somebody else gets the surprise.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
     Open Doors-approved project in January 2015. We e-mailed all authors
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     profile.
     Author's notes:
     Notes, spoilers, etc: Written for the holiday slash list Valentine’s
     Day challenge. This is AU. I’ve played around
     with the timeline a bit so the Triwizard tournament/GOF events take
     place about a year earlier. And it was supposed to be Harry/Snape/
     Draco but Luscious, er, I
     mean Lucius, just wouldn’t go away.
     Warnings: Kinkyfic challenge. Includes multiple partners, male
     pregnancy and sex in a public place. May also be considered underage
     depending on where you live
     Harry is 17 and cross species . if you happen to believe in Veelas,
     Elves fae, not house and Wizards. Not your
     brew? Well, don’t read it and come bitching to me after; any flames
     that I get will be triple-hexed and returned to
     sender. Think I’m kidding? Try it and see.
     Disclaimers: Once upon a time I actually did own them. But an evil
     warlock in league with You-Know-Who made everybody think they belong
     to JKR and Warner. So now they only visit me in dreams. However, I’m
     working on a way to break the curse and bring them home. Should
     happen any day now.
Two Snakes And A Lion Or What The Animagus Saw




  Harry Potter yelped as a pair of hands cupped his bum and squeezed. The
  stunningly beautiful blond pulled him closer, as if trying to crawl into his
  robes. Harry groaned as he felt a huge, hard prick dig into his groin. His
  own rose happily to greet it; he could see the headlines now. "Boy Who Lived
  Ravished By Dark Arts Instructor While Students And Faculty Look On" and
  "Veela Spy Goes Into Heat At Hogwarts. Valentine's Dance Becomes All-Out
  Orgy." Quickly, he pulled away. His frustrated partner growled and lunged,
  trying to grab him back. Seeker nimble, Harry dodged. He favored the man with
  a totally wicked leer before taking off like a bat out of hell.
  Through the Great Hall doors and down a passageway few others knew of he
  raced, his panting, eager lover right behind him. Ahead a familiar door,
  guarded by the old Snake himself. He hissed the password -- Salazar, like
  another pair of Slytherins he could name, was an absolute sucker for sweet
  nothings in Parseltongue -- and the portrait swung aside, blowing the young
  Gryffindor a kiss. Being an unrepentant little flirt, Harry naturally paused
  to return it. His pursuer naturally took advantage of the distraction and
  pounced, snogging him breathless. They barely made it to the bedroom.
  #
  A well-fucked Veela is a happy one and Lucius Malfoy awoke to sheer ecstasy,
  surrounded by evidence of the previous night's pleasures. Merlin's beard, but
  that boy was good! He'd never been ridden so hard in all his life. Not even
  when ...
  No, he was not going to think about her. She'd never loved him, never even
  liked him, to be honest. All she'd wanted was his name and his wealth, in
  exchange for providing an heir -- magically conceived because the very
  thought of sex repulsed her. He hadn't wanted to marry her but their families
  had insisted. And now he had no fortune left, his name, so the Muggles he'd
  pretended to despise would say, was mud, and as for his beloved son ...
  Draco was dead. The bitch had somehow learned where his true loyalties lay
  and gone straight to Voldemort. Only the swift intervention of two of Lucius'
  fellow agents had saved his life. At the time, he'd wished they hadn't.
  At the time, he'd hated them for depriving him of his rightful vengeance by
  destroying the Dark Lord and handing Narcissa over to the Ministry of Magic
  on charges of high treason and murder. At the time, he hadn't cared how much
  he hurt them because his own pain was so great. He'd cursed and railed
  incessantly, demanding that they abandon him to his inevitable fate when the
  remaining Deatheaters came. Potter had smiled, Snape had snarked, and both
  had fought like she-dragons defending their only hatchling to save his
  worthless hide. Then they'd taken that same hide in when no one else would
  and shown him that it wasn't quite so worthless after all.
  So was it really any wonder when he'd found himself falling deeper each day
  into lust and then love with them both? He didn't think so. To him the real
  wonder was that they wanted him just as much. Nobody had ever loved him like
  that. Desired, yes, but loved? Ha! He was a Malfoy born to use others and a
  Veela born to be used. Never, ever meant for love.
  And that, as his beautiful mates were so fond of pointing out to him, was an
  absolutely ridiculous notion. Everyone deserved to be loved, Malfoys, gits
  and prats alike, so he might as well shut up and enjoy it. Lucius had been
  many things in his life but a fool was not one of them and now he was reaping
  the rewards. One of which was the very impressive erection prodding his
  cleft. He pushed back, his own organ hard and leaking. "Put it where it
  belongs, lover."
  "What an interesting idea," purred a dark, velvet voice near his right ear.
  Severus. The man was too damn sexy for a mere mortal, must be nonhuman blood
  in there somewhere. Either that or the rumors were true and he really was the
  incarnation of Salazar Slytherin's favorite fertility god. "Harry, what do
  you think?"
  "Hmmm?" Someone murmured from around a mouthful of warm, spicy flesh. Lucius'
  nipples were absolutely to die for, so it wasn't Harry's fault that he
  couldn't resist. Honest. "Wazzat?" Lick, nibble, suck. Then: "Oh my!" Finally
  noticing the cock rubbing against his belly.
  Sev smirked."Oh my, indeed. Very perceptive, Mister Potter."
  "Potter-Snape-Malfoy." Harry corrected, gasping as Lucius began to thrust,
  practically fucking his navel. "Yesss," He scooched up a bit and spread his
  legs like the truly wanton slut his husbands alone had the privilege of
  knowing. "Where it belongssss..." he sighed, sinking back down on that big
  thick juicy shaft.
  Lucius' moans would put Myrtle to shame. Entirely justified, too -- Harry's
  arse was amazing but his pussy was something else. Hot, wet and still virgin
  tight, regardless of his thorough deflowering a year ago when the fae blood
  in the Evans line made itself known. What a wild night that had been! The
  boy's first cycle and he'd shagged two adult wizards totally senseless. Or
  would have, but for the extra-strength Pepper Up potion Snape kept handy
  "just in case". As it was, they'd both walked funny for a week.
  Severus' breath hitched in his chest, watching their bodies join.
  "Beautiful," he murmured, placing gentle kisses along the nape of Lucius'
  neck. Again he found himself wondering what he had done to deserve such
  happiness as these two gave him. Again, he had no answer. He only knew he was
  loved and wanted and that was enough.
  What he needed right now was a good, hard fuck; he'd swear his poor prick
  would explode if he didn't cum soon. Well, Malfoy had asked for it. Demanded
  it, in fact. And never let it be said that Severus Snape would leave a fellow
  Slytherin in the lurch. A hastily muttered "Lubricus" and he was buried balls
  deep in that hungry little hole.
  The three men fell effortlessly into the familiar rhythm. When they came, it
  was together.
  =============================================================================
  Sirius Black cursed, turning the air blue. Kicked the defenseless machine
  he'd been working on, hexed it roundly, and swore again. Bloody nuisance of a
  bike still wouldn't go. So much for modern technology. He threw a tarp over
  it and left the garage in search of Lupin. Hopefully, his old buddy had
  forgiven him when he'd freaked out over Remus being gay and wanting to shag
  him ...not that "shag" was how the werewolf put it but what else could he
  mean? Certainly not make love, that was what men did with women, not with
  each other.
  He shook his head. That last batch of Wolfsbane must've been slightly off;
  either that or the moon had been making his fellow Marauder even loopier than
  usual at the time. Oh well, no harm done. Though he never would have taken
  Moony for a poofter. Snape, on the other hand ... now that he could believe.
  Assuming of course, anyone was ever dumb enough and desperate enough to let
  the greasy bastard within a mile of snogging range. Like maybe some half
  starved vampire -- no, vampires had better taste. Hagrid? Lockhart? Malfoy?
  Not a chance. Dark wizard or no, the man was nearly pure Veela and could have
  his pick of partners. You-Know-Who, perhaps, when he used to be have a body?
  Ewww, that did not bear thinking about.
  Anyway, why should he be wondering who Snape was or wasn't shagging? Who the
  hell cared? *As long he keeps his dirty paws off my godson... what am I
  saying? Harry hates his guts just like James did. Maybe even more, if that
  last letter's anything to judge by. Trying to get him kicked out of Hogwarts,
  eh? Well, we'll just see about that!*
  He would, too. Just as soon as he apologized -- carefully, wouldn't want him
  to get any wrong ideas now -- to Remy and begged the loan of a broom.
  Tomorrow was Harry's birthday and now that Sirius Black was no longer a
  criminal in hiding, thanks to the Weasley twins, of all people, they'd be
  celebrating it in style.
  =============================================================================
  Harry stepped gingerly out of the shower and toweled himself off. Absolute
  bliss, to be in a bathroom and not bent over the porcelain, heaving. He
  reached for his favorite jade robe and slipped it on, only to discover it had
  gotten too small -- yet again -- so he had to use an expansion charm. That
  made three this month. The fabric would soon disintegrate if he kept that up,
  but at the rate he was growing.... And it was still a little tight in places,
  though not uncomfortably so. Rather, it clung to his figure, as if to
  emphasize the changes.
  He'd known this could happen, had counted on it ever since learning his
  great-grandmother on his mother's side was a High Elven princess. Still,
  there were a few times when he found it all more than just a tad incredible.
  He supposed that had to do with being raised by extremely ignorant,
  prejudiced Muggles for the first ten years of his life. Plus, there was the
  fact that he tended to suffer from the old "this is too good to be true so it
  can't really be happening to me" syndrome. Fortunately his husbands were
  always there to remind him that yes, it really was happening and yes, he
  deserved every good thing that came his way.
  He smiled and stroked his tummy. In this case, good things. Two of them,
  according to Madam Pomfrey, and she ought to know. Besides being his
  physician ever since he'd come to Hogwarts, her own wife, Clarissa Hooch, was
  in the very same condition. Only crankier, it vexed the flight instructor no
  end that she couldn't keep her kippers down and it would be ages before she
  could properly sit a broom. Harry could sympathize with that, magic carpets
  like the one he'd gotten as a wedding present were all well and good but
  there were just some things you couldn't do on one. Like dodge bludgers (and
  sometimes even hexes) while going after the snitch.
 But then again, Quidditch wasn't his whole life -- apart from fighting
  Voldemort -- so being out of practice was no big deal. Not like he was going
  to turn pro, despite all the offers that still kept pouring in. No, he'd
  decided to accept a teaching position instead and would be taking up
  Herbology when Professor Sprout retired. He wasn't the only one to choose an
  academic career; Hermione would be potions mistress at Beauxbaxtons and Ron
  the new Charms professor. He missed them both terribly but understood, it
  just wasn't the same without Draco. If he were to lose one of his lovers like
  that...
  No, no bad thoughts. Today was his birthday, the first one ever without his
  nasty relatives or Deatheaters around to ruin it. His husbands were in the
  living room waiting for him. All week now they'd been up to something and he
  wondered what they had planned.
  #
  What they had planned was a picnic at the lake. They'd even managed a weather
  charm so it wouldn't rain -- he'd have to ask Flitwick about that sometime,
  it was almost impossible to find a weather spell that actually worked. Maybe
  Albus had helped. Wouldn't be his first time either; their dear old
  headmaster was not just a born meddler, he was a totally incurable romantic.
  After all, he hadn't said a single word when he'd caught his Potions Master
  and a then underage (by Muggle not wizarding standards) Harry Potter making
  out in the dungeons. Except to offer pointers. Bloody embarrassing, that.
  They'd finished their meal and rested -- Snape's lap made a lovely pillow -
  - now Harry was in the mood for fun. As in sex; lately it seemed he'd
  forgotten the joys of being a chronically horny youth, what with his tender
  tits, mood swings and barfing all the time. Not that Luc and Sev didn't turn
  him on, he'd have to be dead for that and even then it was highly unlikely,
  but the times he'd managed to stay turned on were few and far between. In a
  word, frustrating as hell. But he'd got it up now all right, rock hard and
  ready to roll.
  He unbuttoned his robes and reached, rather awkwardly since he was over five
  months gone, between his legs. Ah, that did feel good. He stole a glance at
  his mates. They were wide-eyed and drooling, just the way he liked. Only one
  problem: too many clothes. Harry grinned, aglow with devilment. Whispered a
  spell. Times like these, he loved being a wizard.
  #
  The morning mist over Hogsmeade had turned into a regular pea-souper by noon.
  Really no fit weather for flying, even the birds had better sense. Too bad a
  certain animagus wasn't a bird. He aimed his borrowed broom in what he
  thought was the right direction. Moony had said something about owling Harry
  first, but he'd quickly talked the werewolf out of it. Didn't want to go
  spoiling the surprise, now did he?
  There! A patch of gold. Sunlight. And that bit of bright blue down there on
  the left...water? Oh bollocks, he'd gone the wrong way! But at least the fog
  had lifted and he could see where he was flying. He checked his bearings.
  Well, what do you know, he wasn't that far off course after all.
  Sirius Black turned towards the lake.
  #
  The boy who loved to shag threw back his head and howled, in the throes of
  yet another orgasm. Gods, he hadn't cum like that since... he couldn't
  remember how long. That made three, four times now, and his dick was still
  fairly stiff. He'd probably have no trouble doing it again if he wanted.
  He wanted.
  By turns his lovers claimed his mouth. Kisses, with plenty of tongue, then
  fellatio. Harry was very good at giving head, after all he'd been taught by
  experts. No one sucked cock like a Slytherin. And Harry Potter had a pair of
  Slytherins. Two pretty snakes for the Gryffindor lion, could it get any
  better than this? Maybe, but he didn't think so.
  Severus withdrew just in time. Not that he didn't enjoy being deep-throated,
  but he was much too close. Harry had no objections, Lucius' dong was equally
  delicious. He licked his lips and reached for the blond.
  "Which way?" Snape asked.
  "Huh?" Lovely, he'd said that out loud. Severus would never let him live it
  down.
  "You do want to be fucked, I presume?" Harry blushed all over, never in a
  million years would he live it down. He nodded, his chin brushing the tip of
  Lucius' bobbing prick. Somebody whimpered with need. Probably all three of
  them.
  Snape crossed his arms over his chest. A more impressive move when he was
  wearing robes, but still not bad. Not bad at all. "Well?" he growled. Gave
  his hips a roll, the better to display his ... wares. Very impressive wares.
  "Cunt or arse? I haven't got all bloody day!"
  He was teasing, of course, and they knew it. Harry played with Lucius for a
  moment while pretending to think. His mind was already made up. Poppy had
  said anal was okay for as long as he was comfortable but the other was out
  after next month. Best to take advantage while they could. Besides, his
  prostate had gotten a good working over -- several times, in fact -- and his
  G-spot was feeling left out. Time to remedy that. He shifted around a bit
  until he was flat on his back, parted his thighs and drew both knees up as
  far as the quaffle-sized bulge in his middle would allow. "Put it where it
  belongs, lover."
  #
  Bloody hell, Sirius swore. His ears were ringing like Big frigging Ben from
  the racket. What was a banshee doing way out here? He flew down, hoping to
  get a closer look. Not too close though, bad luck those banshees.
  Whoa! That was no banshee, that was Severus Snape. And stark naked, too. Holy
  shite, who'd have thought he was hiding all of that under those billowing
  black robes? Built like Jupiter and hung like a bull. There was a blond with
  him and it wasn't a woman. *Ha! I knew all along he was a ruddy fairy. Now
  for some payback. This is going to be fun.* He reached for his wand.
  #
  Lucius thought he heard something but he couldn't be sure. Too busy cumming.
  He did see stars however, he would testify to that. Under Veritaserum if need
  be.
  Severus heard a distinct splash behind them. Which was really quite
  remarkable, considering all the noise he was making. Lucius was pretty vocal
  and so was Harry, when he didn't have his mouth crammed full of cock, but
  Snape was a screamer. His husbands really weren't that far off the mark when
  they joked about him being part banshee along with the vampire everyone
  assumed. At any rate, he dismissed the sound as harmless. Probably merfolk or
  water elves playing about in the lake.
  Harry had long since melted into a blissed-out lump so he didn't hear a
  thing. Other than the "I love yous" when Luc and Sev wrapped themselves
  around him for the usual after-sex cuddle. Who'd have thought Slytherins were
  such snugglebunnies at heart?
  Who'd ever believe it?
  #
  His last clear memory was of the boy. Harry Potter, with breasts like a
  girl's and his belly all swollen, writhing on a blanket between two men.
  Taking it both ends like a Knockturn Alley pro. From Snape and Malfoy no
  less. Poor old James must be spinning in his grave. Certainly Sirius' own
  head was spinning at the sight.
  Much to the animagus' dismay, that wasn't the only part of his body affected.
  He wriggled and shifted his weight, hoping to ease the situation. Useless.
  His hard-on still throbbed. Friction, that's what it was. Happened every time
  he rode a broom. Which was why he preferred the motorbike, much less chance
  of embarrassment that way.
  Not to mention splinters.
  Harry froze, clutching at himself as he came. His lovers pulled out, spraying
  him with spunk. They shared a steamy three-way kiss then rubbed their seed
  into his milky flesh, paying extra special attention to the huge mound of his
  stomach.
  Sirius Black creamed in his jeans. Horrified -- he was straight, damn it,
  straight -- he lost his grip on the broomstick. Lost his wand and then his
  balance while trying to retrieve it. Let out a frightened little yelp as he
  fell.
  KER-SPLAT!!!
  Gods, but that water was cold!
  *
  EPILOGUE:
  Harry gave birth a fortnight early on All Hallow's Eve. Poppy's count was
  off, he'd been carrying triplets. Two girls who looked a lot like him and
  Snape, and a blue-eyed, golden haired boy who was the image of his Veela dad.
  Lucius fought back tears as he held his newborn son. "He...he looks just like
  Draco."
  "Then that's what we'll call him," said Severus.
  "You're certain? Because I won't mind if ..."
  Harry nodded. "We're certain. And when he gets older, we'll tell him all
  about the big brother he's named for and how Draco died a hero, saving his
  father in the war."
  And so they did just that. As for Harry's missing godfather...
  Sirius Black was last seen in the company of a certain giant squid, who
  turned out to be another shapeshifter and a son of Poseidon, no less. Totally
  besotted with the wizard, he'd taken it upon himself to initiate him in the
  rites of manly love. Eventually, Remus Lupin came to join them in their
  castle under the lake.
  But that's another story.
  =============================================================================
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