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Warnings: SLASH, MPREG

Center of the Hive

Chapter 2

Harry slim neck and head is all that is left outside of the pod, the redhead just staring helplessly. His previous attempts to help had been for naught, his fist and magic lashing out at the silvery flesh being blocked by a shield that flashed with each blow. Dean and Seamus had woken from their room mates screams soon after, both stared, a little leery and fearful, at the thing engulfing Harry.

Neville ran as fast as he could, his harsh breathing echoing loudly as his feet slapped down on the warm stone of the castle. 'Gotta hurry, Harry's getting eaten by that...thing!' Of course his noisy stampede to McGonagall office attracted the attention of the patrolling 'Greasy Git.' It was just Neville's misfortune to not be able to stop as the Potions Professor turned the corner he was sprinting for and crashed into him with a loud THUD. Snape stumbled backwards but poor Neville was sent tumbling to the floor, eyes wide and startled.

"Mr. Longbottom...what is the purpose of you running like the Dark Lord was after you? And after curfew no less...?" Professor Snape drawled, his mouth curled into a sneer.

"Pr-Pro-Professor! Please, yo-you have to come quickly! It's Harry, he-" Neville stuttered out bravely, only to be interrupted by the Professors unimpressed sniff.

"And what has... ..done now?"

"Som-something seems to be eating him...sir," Neville managed to murmur hurriedly, climbing to his feet.

"Did I hear you correctly? Then what are we standing around for you daft child! Lets be off quickly, one of that oafs beasts must have gotten loose..." Professor Snape abandoned his dignity and took off sprinting towards the Fat Lady ' Just because I don't like the brat does not mean I'll let him be killed.'

Neville blinked in confusion, before shrugging and taking off back to Professor McGonagalls office to alert her of the emergency.

Snape hurried into the Gryffindor Common room after a quick argument with the guardian painting, and hurtled up the steps to the ajar door. His forward momentum was quickly stopped as he caught sight of what the Longbottom boy had spoken of, for hanging above a dark red and ruffled bed, was a large silvery pod. A ragged pair of under clothes and sleep pants lay discarded and slimy on the duvet while a distraught Weasley stared hopelessly at the fleshy thing hanging by tendrils. " Professor, is Harry...?" Finnigan murmured fearfully, easing towards his friends for comfort.

The Professor frowned, " I'm not sure. It does not resemble any creature I have seen." Snape pulled out his wand and quickly cast a diagnostic spell at the thing, frowning once again when the results appeared in glowing letters. " It does not seem to be any creature...but a cocoon."

Tentative relief appeared on the youngest Weasleys face, " That's good right? That means he's not dead, right?"

Snape frowned, "Expecto Patronum!" he summoned his silvery doe and quickly relayed a message to tumbledown and Hagrid. " Maybe the Headmaster or the Oaf will know what is happening. I, unfortunately do not." "In the meantime, you three are to find somewhere else to sleep while this...thing is identified." he ignored the students protests and ushered them out of the dorm, making sure to ward the door way from student entry. 'Oh Lily, I don't know what is happening to your little boy...'

Authors note: See? Longer! I need a name for the species...any suggestions? And any recommendations for mates..? I might make an OC...