Disclaimer: Nothing of Harry Potter belongs to me. Just borrowing the characters for a little while.

Warnings! If you failed to read the warnings before clicking into the story, please pay attention now! I cannot say this any clearer. If you are bothered by any of the following, do not read:

*Rape - including that of children.

*Incest

*Torture

*Blood

*Gore

*Violence

Again, if any of the above bothers you - DO NOT READ. If you are still planning to continue and are unhappy with the content, do not bother flaming or abusing me or my story. It is your fault for reading it. I've had enough of people bashing my story because they had problems with the content but read it anyway. I am completely aware that areas of this story are disturbing, sick and twisted. This is my first story of this kind and probably my last.

A/N: Story was originally called 'Damaged'. I'm rewriting it and giving it a new title. Please don't point that out.

Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter One

The breathing became rapid as the two bodies moved together, fast and hard. It was wild and yet completely unnatural, inhuman. The stars in the ivory sky twinkled flawlessly above them, the moon hung high, nearing its fullness and the leaves of nearby trees rustled with the slight breeze that ran through, drifting cool air along its path.

A howl of satisfaction entered the night as the alpha male slipped his hard member into his young pup. He drove his hips hard into the young feminine body beneath him, delighting in the way her body twisted and writhed underneath, although whether it was in pain or discomfort, he didn't care.

Thalia stifled a moan and panted as the beast continued his unrelenting pace. "Would you like me to stop?" asked Fenrir Greyback as he took in a whiff of her scent. It smelt of fear, loathing and an underlining of pure lust.

A gasp sounded below him but it went ignored. Thalia's hands clenched the bits of grass, dirt and whatever else was on the ground within reach as she tried hard to keep his words out. His voice was torture to her. It was rough and raspy, but it made her feel like a pure animal with the instincts to match. It made her wet and wanting but his touch made her want to run or fight back but she never did either. To escape was impossible. He was the alpha male and she was the youngest in the pack. What she ever wanted was never anyone's concern.

A growl hummed menacingly followed by a sharp cry. Fenrir licked at the new wound in Thalia's neck, smiling at her pain, still waiting for his answer. The pace increased and it was clear that his patience wasn't going to last much longer at all. Her eyes widened as the tears fell. She couldn't remember the question.

"Yes," she finally heaved, taking a guess.

It only took mere second for Thalia to learn she had said the wrong thing. A scream tore from her mouth as he slammed his body against hers over and over again. Thalia shut her eyes tightly, ignoring the tears that still fell and counted to ten in her mind, determined to hold on just a little longer. It was almost over.

"Do you still want me to stop?" he growled.

At the repeated question, fear flooded through Thalia's system. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to scramble away but she didn't get far. Fenrir was stronger and much heavier that her and his large hands were able to keep her body exactly where he wanted it without much effort. But the attempt drew out a long, amused chuckle.

"No, please..." begged Thalia, unsure of what she was asking for.

The heat between their bodies doubled as Fenrir leaned his large body over hers, pressing his chest to her back. "Please what? What is it you want?" he asked with a lick of her ear lobe.

A shiver ran down her spine at the feel of his rough tongue. Fenrir's hands slid up her mostly clothed body and soon reached her breasts. He grasped and pinched them hard until Thalia cried out.

"Answer me, pup!" he snarled.

"I want..." Thalia stopped and moaned as Fenrir teased her just how she liked. "...you..." she finished. It sounded forced and almost painful as Thalia said it. But there was no choice. To say nothing at all was asking for trouble.

Fenrir became more aroused in the most animalistic way. For what seemed like hours Fenrir moved in and out of her body, as fast and as hard as he possible could, his pace completely unyielding. It was moments like this he treasured; out in the woods, the smell of fresh air surrounding them, the body of one of his females and the look of the moon high above them as though it were blessing. There was no better feeling than this.

When Fenrir finally came, so did Thalia, reluctantly. Together they howled up at the moon, their voices tangled and confused, neither of them sounding human.

When morning light dawned on the sleeping ground, Fenrir was still laying there, his dark, impassive eyes gazing at the last of the fading stars. Familiar sounds of day had begun; the birds in the trees and his pack which were nearby, setting up for breakfast. He would join them soon enough. But as his arm fell to his side, it landed on the ground and not on what he had been expecting.

Fenrir was on his feet in seconds, scanning the immediate area. There was no sign of her or of anyone else. An angry yell erupted from deep in his throat, startling a few birds in neighbouring trees and soon it became quiet from all directions. With a deep sniff, his head turned slowly, looking through a thicket of trees that he knew led towards London. She was fleeing.

Far away, Thalia ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her breaths came out in hard pants, her heart hammered against her ribcage and blood rushed through her ears, deafening her to all other sounds. As the adrenaline coursed through, she tried to run faster, knowing that Fenrir could catch up quickly if he decided to chase.

A yelp of surprise flew through the air as Thalia tripped over a tree root on the ground, sending her sprawling. She hissed through her teeth at the pain that throbbed in her hands and knees. At lifting her head she spotted a small lake a few metres from where she lay. Cautiously, she got back to her feet and stepped towards it and washed her hands and knees before taking a quick drink. She needed a place to go. Staying on the run wasn't an option. She wouldn't last three days. After a seconds thought, it came to her; Hogwarts.

From her father's angry ranting and babblings about the school, she knew where it was. Taking the wand from inside her tattered black robe, she looked at it and hesitated, running her fingers over the scratched wood. Suddenly, she felt a new kind of fear. What if she was turned away?

With the limited options staring her in the face, Thalia stood tall and with a loud crack, she disappeared on the spot, soon arriving at a completely new location. Swallowing thickly, she looked around. There was another wooded area surrounding her but there were differences. The trees were darker in colour and the leaves were a midnight green and she stood on a well used dirt track.

As she turned again, she stopped abruptly. A tall black gate appeared before her made of thick iron. Feeling somewhat suspicious she stepped closer and tapped her wand against the very centre. To her amazement it sprung open and remained so until she stepped through. As it creaked behind her she turned and watched it shut. After it was firmly closed, a wave of faint white light covered the iron and vanished.

She continued up the dirt path and soon the castle came into view. A breath hitched in her throat and she stopped again. She almost had no words to describe it. It was magnificent. Far beyond what she had imagination the odd time it had been mentioned. The black mass was littered up with lights, giving it a distinctive shape. The sky behind was an indigo blue, cloudless, with stars lighting it up.

She soon reached the steps which led to double doors that were open. Inside she saw a deserted corridor. The next set of double doors in front was closed but the candles lining each wall were burning strong, casting small shadows above them. Thalia felt deflated. The feeling of hopelessness had returned. She wasn't even sure what she was doing here.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from behind her and she turned to face whoever they belonged to. There were three people standing up the stone steps that led upwards. Thalia's grip on her wand tightened. The man in front had a long silver beard and hair and she could see bright blue eyes staring at her from behind half-moon spectacles. His arm was raised and steady as his wand was pointed directly at her.

With the few seconds she spared herself, her eyes flickered to the other two standing just behind him. The woman wore a black witch's hate, her black hair tied back in a tight bun and green robes that came high up on her neck. The man was entirely dressed in black, his robes swishing at the hard ground and his black shoulder length hair hung around his pale face like a greasy curtain.

"Drop your wand," said the elderly man, his voice calm but firm.

Before Thalia could reply, a wave of dizziness passed over her. The room looked as though it were spinning. It rotated violently and the world did a sick roll and the ground was rushing to meet her. Everything turned dark.