heya people!!! my second fan fic story (soz it took so long). this is a remus/harry slash fic though there isn't any of the naughty stuff in this chapter. it's rated M for later chapters.
disclaimer: don't own any aspect of harry potter and probably never will - pity.
also just to say this has been beta read by StarDreamer1269 who i say a big thankyou to!! more chapters up soon hopefully, enjoy.
Dark Loyalties
Harry was making his way towards the alley as he taunted that fat, lumbering cousin of his, taking immense pleasure in the fact that the slighly older boy was afraid of him. Remus smirked slightly to himself. In the past three days that he'd spent watching Harry, he'd come to almost admire the sheer resilience the boy had developed when faced with his uncle, aunt or cousin. The three filthy muggles delighted in teasing and bullying the wizard, safe in the knowledge that he couldn't yet use his magic outside of school, but Harry knew how to keep them within limits and often used a choice word or muttered threat to send them scurrying away from him. Remus and Greyback, on the other hand, could sometimes barely restrain themselves from ripping the muggles limb from limb. They simply couldn't stand to see a wizard, even a pathetic half blood, being disrespected by muggles who should be worshipping the ground they walked on.
Remus slinked a little further along the street making sure to keep himself hidden in the darkest of shadows. It was fairly late at night and the darkness had well and truly set in, but the large full moon shone brightly down upon the scene and tellingly exposed all who weren't careful. Remus, however, was thankful for its presence. He was in his beautiful werewolf form and his strong and silent body would make tonight's job so much easier.
He glanced across the street to where Greyback was slipping from shadow to shadow like a whisp of mist. He was flanking the two boys on the other side, making sure that all exits and retreats would be cut off if they attempted to turn around. Greyback usually found the subtle approach difficult and frustrating, preferring the more violent and noisy methods, but tonight Remus had to admit he was the perfect wolf. It seemed even a werewolf as coarse as Greyback could understand the significance of tonight's actions, and the consequences if they were to fail.
Greyback's ears twitched and he looked across at Remus to make sure he was ready. Remus was more then ready, he wanted to finally give his lord the boy he'd been seeking for so long. He would be the one to hand Harry over and watch him die. His canine teeth glinted in the moonlight as he smirked with excitement and he crouched down low with his chest against the ground, ready to spring when the moment came. Both wolves had sensed the dementors coming even if the two boys hadn't, they would be here within seconds and then the fun would really begin.
Just as the darkness began to deepen around them and the chill of the dementors started seeping into their bones, Remus heard Greyback give a soft snarl of frustration. He looked up to find the other wolf watching another figure that was coming up behind them, a middle age woman with a slightly hunched back, carpet slippers and a bag full of what smelt like cat food tins. Remus drew his lips back in a silent snarl and turned to meet her whilst making sure he stayed hidden. She hadn't seen him yet.
Greyback crept closer to the boys, who were now beginning to panic over the sudden coldness and misery they felt, and Remus slipped back up the road his deep amber eyes fixed on the lady who he knew to be a squib that Dumbledore had guarding Harry. Revulsion made him move faster, he wanted to kill this specimen who claimed to have some magical ability, this disgusting creature who was no better then a muggle. She didn't deserve to live, so he would kill her. Simple.
She had begun to run forward, sped on by the cries of the two teenage boys in the alley, but Remus pounced out from across the street and slammed her to the ground. She screamed as he looked down on her, snarling and salivating with the bloodlust which had taken over. He swiped a heavy paw at her head and it hit her with enough force to instantly break her jaw and silence her screams. Remus knew he had no time to enjoy this oh-so-easy kill, and quickly lowered his head, placed his teeth on either beside of her neck and clamped them together. He remained there for a few moments, letting the metalic blood pump into his mouth and feeling the last movements her body would ever make as she convulsed beneath him. Once she was still he let go. Death truly was a beautiful thing, he thought.
He spun around, pricking his ears to listen for a clue as to what was happening back in the alley but all he could hear was a confusing cacophony of sound. He raced back not bothering about keeping himself hidden now, it wouldn't matter anymore. His claws clattered on the pavement as he flew into the tunnel and for a second he froze with pure lust at the sight that was in front of him. The fat boy lay on the cobbles, one arm missing and bright crimson blood pumping steadily from his shoulder as he screamed. Greyback's fur was matted with blood, and his muzzle was stained a deep red. He was standing over Dudley just watching him bleed and Remus instantly knew that Greyback would be useless to him now, the older wolf had so little self control when blood was about that it was almost pitiful. Remus turned his attention to Harry who was stood frozen against the wall of the tunnel, his face was sheet white and contrasted starkly with the black of his hair. Remus could see the way his hand shook as he clutched his wand and he found the scent of fear on the boy almost overpowering to his delicate nose.
He dashed towards Harry, leaping over Greyback who was now feasting on Dudley's flesh, and dived at the boy-who-lived with the aim of pinning him to the floor. However, Harry seemed to snap out of his terror induced stupor and took flight from Remus, running as fast as he could in the direction of the Dursley household. The young wolf smirked to himself - he loved a good chase.
He kept Harry running for a long time. Every time the exhausted teen tried to turn towards the Dursleys house Remus would cut him of and he had gradually herded Harry back towards the park. He was injured now too, and the smell of blood just excited Remus further. The ignorant boy had attempted to curse him as he ran, finally remembering that he was a wizard and attempted to save his skin with his weak powers. Well, Remus wasn't about to stand for that so he had bitten at his hand and sliced one long canine over his knuckles which caused him to drop his wand. Now the child was defenceless, exhausted and quickly losing blood and Remus knew that soon his fun and games would come to an end.
Just as he predicted Harry only lasted another 8 minutes before he fell and didn't get up. He lay on his back in the dry grass, wheezing and shaking with total fatigue, and looked up at the wolf with eyes that were full of tears and devoid of hope. Remus came and stood over him, snarling softly at the proximity of the one that had almost destroyed his lord and master. He wanted to kill this boy. Oh yes that would be good, but he couldn't. He had very strict orders. He would be allowed to watch, but the final deed would be done by Voldemort and he simply had to settle for that.
Harry made one last and futile attempt to escape from the wolf he was sure was going to kill him. Remus watched with amusement as he pushed himself up and slowly stood on quivering knees that threatened to buckle any moment. He took a few uncertain steps and then half fell against the trunk of a dying tree. He turned to face Remus, lifting his chin and looking defiantly straight into the wolfs amber eyes. Remus was an intelligent man and he couldn't help but admire the way the boy stared death straight in the face, even though tears trickled down his pale cheeks.
Remus padded closer standing directly in front of him, and then reared up and pinned him to the tree with his front paws pressing heavily on his chest. He felt the boy recoil and give a little whimper of barely repressed fear but Remus had to concentrate on what he was doing now. He shut his eyes and blocked out the smell of the blood and fear, the sounds of the city all about him and the anticipation of his lords pleasure. He focused his mind on the magic he needed to do to transport them back to the unplotable mansion that was their head quarters. It was very uncommon for werewolves to be able to do magic in their wolf form but that was why Remus had the favour of his lord and had been sent on this task. It took immense control to suppress the wolf long enough for the wizard to function and even further control to successfully perform the wordless, wand less magic needed to get them back. He felt the familiar power flow through him and into the boy he was touching and then he felt him go limp.
ok folks, thats it for chapter one. hope you enjoyed it and hope even more that you will review (it only takes a second). as usual if anyone feels like giving me a challenge or a plot to have a go at i would find that great fun. will try to update soon! love you all!!!