Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7952653. 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 Collections: Ink_Stained_Fingers Stats: 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 about the move and posted announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this author or artist, please contact me using the e-mail address at the Ink_Stained_Fingers_collection 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. ============================================================================= Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!