The Courting Ritual

A/N: THIS IS AN IDEA I'VE TOYED WITH. I'M NOT SURE HOW FAR IT WILL GO. EMRIEL, THANK YOU FOR CONTACTING ME ABOUT YOUR CONFUSION. I'M VERY SORRY ABOUT THAT. I WAS VERY TIRED WHEN I WROTE IT BEFORE.

PAIRING: HARRY/VOLDEMORT/FENRIR

WARNINGS: SLASH, CURSING

Prologue

Harry rushed forward latching onto a transformed Greyback as the sun began to rise, hoping he could pull the werewolf off in time to save the woman it was devouring. The werewolf growled and continued eating. The woman pushed weakly at Harry's ankle, trying to persuade the teen to leave her to die before her hand suddenly clenched his ankle as she gasped.

"Harry! Let go, boy! Hurry!" She groaned out, and, as the sun's first rays broke through the trees, all three disappeared in a soft wind.

The first thing Harry was aware of was hitting a hard wood floor…a really hard wood floor. He groaned softly opening his emerald eyes to find empty hazel looking back, his heart sunk, the woman had died. An animalistic snarl being issued from a now human mouth caught his attention next and Harry dived sideways just in time to avoid Greyback's attack.

"You cost me a meal, brat!" Greyback growled. Harry's eyes narrowed.

"You sick freak! Your 'meal' was an innocent witch!" The teen screamed at the towering man before launching himself at him. Suddenly there were hands coming from everywhere, holding both males apart from one another. The both looked around startled at the appearance of other people and realized they were no longer in the Forbidden Forest.

"No hitting! Please don't hit!" A man in his forties called out.

"If you hit each other—" The brunette teen was cut off by her twin.

"Then you have to hit all of us too!" The boy whined after cutting her off. Harry gave Greyback a confused look. Dance music started playing loudly in the room.

"IT'S TIME!" A man in the far corner of the room shouted. "REMEMBER THE RULES, TREAT EVERYONE EXACTLY THE SAME. 'BURNS' REJECT EVERYONE. ANYONE CAN MAKE A 'RULE' THAT EVERYONE HAS TO FOLLOW FOR THE NIGHT. NOW LET'S GET STARTED!" Harry realized as the man stepped into the crowd that he had been holding a Muggle microphone. Greyback stepped close to the teen.

"What the fuck is going on?" The wolf-man growled lowly to the boy hero.

"I ain't got a fucking clue."

"I think we can help with that." The brunette girl told them stepping forward. "Hello, welcome to the…club?" She asked looking at her twin as she offered her hand for the werewolf to shake. The boy shrugged.

"Club, orgy, bar, home, place to which we are summoned at random intervals of time; take your pick." The boy's black eyes met Harry's and he smiled offering his hand. "Shall we show you your rooms?" Harry nodded numbly, still a bit dazed from hitting the hard wood floor and Greyback growled lowly at the girl's offered hand and stepped around her to follow the two teen boys to the rooms.

In the privacy of the rooms, which Greyback and Harry were told they would be sharing "we're running out of room so we double up" Alex had explained, the twins explained what was going on.

"Do you want to, sis?" Black eyes asked and brunette hair bobbed as Allie nodded in agreement.

"So here's the basics, you're stuck here. It could be for a day or it could be for a couple of weeks, but there's no way out." Greyback's hands tightened into fists and Allie hurried her explanation along. "It's not something we can help. We're all stuck here too. You see, if you're touching someone who's already in this… thing when they get called then you get pulled in too. Once you've joined once you'll always come from then on." Harry, coming out of his shock, nodded slowly and thought back to what was said by the man with the mike.

"What about these 'rules'?" He questioned carefully, not completely sure he wanted the answer. Alex took over for his now nervous sister.

"Exactly what he said. You see, no one knows why this happens or what the actual rules are, but we've figured some out through trial and error. One of the rules is that everyone must treat everyone equally. If you and Mr. Greyback had hit each other this place would have made you hit everyone else with the same amount of force. I think it does that to discourage violence."

"So let me get this straight," Greyback growled. "Magic is behind this?" Harry forced himself not to flinch at the threatening growl and watched as the two Muggle twins shrugged together.

"We wouldn't know." Allie told him. "We still aren't entirely convinced that magic is real. For all we know this is someone's idea of a joke and they just keep kidnapping us." Before Greyback could growl out yet another snide remark, Harry asked.

"What did he mean when he said burns reject everyone?" Emerald eyes sparked with natural curiosity and Alex smiled at him.

"The title 'burner' is given to anyone who refuses to acknowledge anyone. Being a burner has its benefits if someone is being rather liberal." Harry caught the strange way Alex said liberal and decided to move on before his brain could truly recognize what was being implied.

"What about these 'rules'?"

"They're just that, rules, but almost no one makes them. It can get too confusing."

"Why's that?" Greyback asked, for the first time speaking with curiosity instead of scorn. Allie laughed.

"Imagine if you had everyone making rules all the time. 'Everyone do this!' 'Everyone do that!' It would just go on and on till no one knew the rules anymore." She giggled. Harry and Greyback exchanged a glance; obviously this had been done before.

Alex stood, pulling Allie to her feet.

"We're going to head out. Go ahead and get settled in and maybe we'll see you in the morning. If not…then we'll see you next time." The twins hugged Harry good bye and shook hands with Greyback before leaving. Harry and Greyback faced each other in silence.

"What now, Greyback?" Harry asked. "Seeing as we're stuck rooming together?" Amber eyes pierced emerald.

"Fenrir."

"Huh?" The teen blinked in confusion at the werewolf.

"Call me Fenrir. We're roommates aren't we?" The wolf laid down on one of the beds, heedless of the blood on him. "Might as well call each other by our names, ain't anything we can do about it anyhow."

The man fell asleep quickly after that and Harry stood watching him for a moment, knowing that if he went anywhere near the sleeping male that he'd be attacked. He sighed to himself, cursing his luck for the umpteenth time, before falling onto the second of the three beds in the room and passing into unconsciousness.

The sun rose the next morning and Harry opened his eyes to find himself laying on the forest floor. He almost thought the previous night had been a dream, but then he spotted Fenrir leaning against a tree less than a foot away.

"It was real?"

"Yeah." The wolf answered before taking two steps forward and kneeling to speak with him. "Meet me at the Halfblood in a week's time, tell me what you can find out about what happened and I'll tell you what I find." Fenrir straightened again. "Those twins can think they're being kidnapped all they want, but I want to know what the fuck the spell on us is." He growled. Harry nodded soundlessly, agreeing to meet the child killer at the popular night club, and the man walked away. Harry leaned his head against the tree next to him.

"Why is it always me?"