Pack Under The Moon

AN: Okay I've decided to start a second story while my writers block for Red Life continues to torture me. So while traversing through some Twilight crossovers I stumbled across a Harry Potter/Twilight one with Bella and Fenrir Greyback pairing and it enthralled me. So I look at some other Fenrir fanfictions decided that there weren't that many that focused on him and his pack. So this is going to be about young witches life as she lives in the pack and deals with Hogwarts. l just want to let everyone know that it has been awhile since I actually read the novels but have read quite a few fanfictions lately so I may take a few ideas from other works only because in the books it really doesn't say much about the Wizarding World, it's only about Harry and Hogwarts mostly. Also when I picture Fenrir I always picture Victor Creed/Sabertooth from X-Men Origins: Wolverine. If you have read my other story than you might have pick up on a few of my quirks that I like to have my Oc's relationships. One last thing, I American not British so if I make a mistake in grammar or history tough shit, its fanfiction and it's free, so deal with it. A MAKE SURE TO READ THE WARNING!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; if I did though, well let's just say that it would appeal to a different audience.

WARNING: Consensual sex between an adult and a minor, M/F, F/F eventually, Brief mentions of bestiality (Come 'on they're werewolves!), violence, gore (again werewolves!), language, and all around bitchyness. Oh and there most likely will be some character death and Dumbledore/Weasley bashing, only because I hate Ron and think that Dumbledore is a meddlesome old coot.

Chapter One: Do I Really Belong?

It's a full moon tonight. Thought a young five-year-old girl. She was sitting on a swing at an old playground alone. She was small for her age, bone thin, almost sickly pale like she hasn't eaten for days. Her cloths were several sizes to big and practically threadbare. Her face was smudged with dirt and her hair was greasy and reached her waist, even still her blood red hair complemented by her warm chocolate eyes. Daddy's mad again. He always gets mad when he drinks, Mommy too. She let a tear fall and swung on the swing. She never noticed the beast coming up behind her.

Wiping away the tears from her face she got off the swing. I hope they're asleep. She thought as reach the wooded path back to the street. A snap of a twig sounded and caused her to freeze and turn to look over her shoulder. I-it's only a dog. A really, really big dog! "N-nice d-doggy. Y-you're not going to h-hurt me, right?" She questioned as she slowly moved back. The wolf, who was nearly five feet tall at the shoulder, seemed to grin before lunging at her. When he landed he immediately sank his teeth into her shoulder causing her to scream. As she cried in pain and fought in and out of consciousness the beast slung her over it's back and bounded into the forest.

For what seemed like hours he ran through the forest. It took all of the girl's strength to hold on and to stay awake. Eventually they reached some sort of clearing filled with huts and wolves but none were the size off the one carrying her. The other moved out of his way and some even bowed to him. Most he ignored but every so often he would nod back, as he carried the girl into the center hut. He set the girl down on a bed of furs next too a fireplace, before he laid down as well. "W-what are you going to do to m-me?" She questioned. The wolf just pushed her to the ground with his paw and tore the top of her shirt off. "What are you d-d-doing? P-please don't h-h-hurt mm-me." She said beginning to cry again. The wolf look that he gave her told her to shut up and be still. He brought his muzzle to her bite. She stiffened and expecting pain. She didn't expect him to run his tongue over the wound, and because of that she was unable to stifle the moan that escaped her. Is this what it's like when Mommies kiss boo-boos? The girl wondered. You see her parents never helped when she was hurt, in fact most of her injuries were caused by her parents. It feels sooo good.

The saliva from the wolfs tongue was quickly healing the bite, and by the time he was done there was only an angry red scar that would fade some as she aged. As he inspected her scar he became satisfied with the result. Giving a huff he looked over the rest of her torso, which in turn caused him to let loose a growl. The girl thinking she had done something wrong froze and looked up at him. The wolf could see the child's entire skeleton under her skin he was surprised she even had the strength to move. While this angered him it was the cuts and bruises that caused him to growl. Still terrified, the girl remained motionless as the wolf began to lick and clean her old wounds. She stayed that way only moving when the wolf nudged her to get to her back or to remove her oversized shorts. After he had sealed every cut on her body with his tongue he gave her a soft growl and moved her back to him. She fell asleep with the wolf wrapped around her, and a small smile on her lips.

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It's was just a few minutes before dawn when the girl awoke, still curled into the wolf's side. He's warm. Her sleep addled brain supplied. Shifting slightly she took a look around the hut. It was bigger than it looked from out side. A small fireplace on one wall with a bed of furs that the two were laying on. A, what looked to be, hand carved wooden table with chairs sat against another wall while on the opposite wall rested a enormous couch that looked like it could swallow the girl whole. There was another door that looked to go into a bathroom. Finally on every free space on the walls sat a shelf packed with books. Why would a wolf need books? They can't read. She quietly giggled. Just as she finished her examination of the hut, the light from the rising sun peeked through the windows and splashed the pair. The wolf let out a low groan and began to shiver and shift. Within minutes, where once slept a wolf, now laid a man. A naked giant of a man. Noticing the lack of clothing between them the girl blushed and shifted a little. The man pulled her tighter to his chest and nuzzled his nose into her hair. She shivered a little but didn't understand why because she was far from cold.

She turned into his broad chest listened to his strong heartbeat. It comforted her. Like that she once again fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke again she was alone, and instantly frowned. Looking around she noticed that someone had put a shirt on her. From the size of it she was guessing it was the wolf-man's. It surprised her when she noticed him sitting at the table watching her. He was shirtless with only a pair of trouser and a pair of heavy boots. From the distance she could get a good look at him. She noticed his dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes first. Then came his size, probably well over six feet tall with arm thicker than her entire body. She gulped, which caused him to grin showcasing his sharp teeth. He raised a second cup and set it across from him, and motioned for her to take a seat. She noticed his fingernails were like claws.

Quickly she climbed into the seat and looked into her steaming cup. "It's hot-chocolate." He said in a rough voice. She gave him a curious look. "Ever had it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. She shook her head no and took a small sip. Her face immediately brightened and took a bigger sip. He chuckled and sipped his own. "So... you got a name pup?" Her smile fell a little. "I...I don't know. They only called me mean names." His eyes narrowed and let out a growl, which caused her to squirm in nervousness. "You don't have a name? Do you want me to give you one?" I nodded excitedly. He's going to name me! I'm gonna get my own name! I hope it's pretty. He rubbed his face with his claws while he thought. "How about Laciel?" She cocked her head. "La-seal? Laciel, I like it! It's pretty." She said with a huge smile. "Okay, Laciel it is. Nice to meet you I'm Fenrir Greyback. Alpha of the entire Untied Kingdom pack." She focused on her hot chocolate. "What's a pack?" He set his cup down. "You know what I am?" He asked. "A werewolf." She whispered. He grinned again.

"How did ya know?" She shifted uncomfortably. "My parents are wizards, and I saw you change. Are you a wizard too?" She asked not wanting the answer. He pulled out his wand and she started to shake. "Hey what's wrong?" She quickly wiped her tears. "Mommy and Daddy use to hurt me with their wands. Sometimes they let their friends hurt me t-too." She sobbed. He picked her up and set her on his lap. She immediately calmed when she heard the deep rumble from his chest. "It's alright I'm not going to hurt you. And you are not going back to your parents so you can just forget about them, okay?" She snuggled further into his bare chest and inhaled his sent. "Do you promise?" He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "As long as I am Alpha you will always be apart of this pack." She desperately tried to advert her eyes but couldn't. "What's an Alpha?" She asked trying to distract herself. He smiled and let go of her chin. "An Alpha is the leader and usually the strongest of the pack. Now a pack is at least two or more werewolves living and working together. My pack here is almost seventy werewolves strong." She gasped. "How do you control that many?" He chuckled. "Well first off I don't completely control them. I'm like their boss I tell them what needs to be done and who is to do it but mostly I just keep them in line so that everyone is happy. Plus my Beta helps too. He use to be the old Alpha but I beat him and took his spot, so now I am the boss and he's like the manager." She turned thoughtful. "Is everyone one here in the pack a werewolf?" "Of course." He answered. She looked upset, and tears began to form again. "Hey now don't cry. What's wrong now?" One tear escaped. "It's just that you said to be in the pack you have to be a werewolf, but I'm not so I can't be." He quickly lapped up her tear with his tongue causing her to giggle.

"Pup, didn't tell you that as long as I was Alpha you'd be apart of this pack?" I nodded. "Besides did you forget about last night?" He asked while gesturing to her bite mark. "I got bite by a wolf...by you...a werewolf... so that means?" He fought a laugh. "That means on the next full moon you, my little Lace, are going to become a little fur-ball." She glared up at him. "I am not going to be a fur-ball! And I'm not little!" By now he was openly guffawing. "Shit... why do I have the feeling your going to be a spit-fire?" He snickered at her pouting.

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When he finally finished laughing at me, he announced that I needed a bath. He tossed me over his shoulder and carried me to his tub. Setting me down gently, he pulled out his wand and with a single wave he had me undressed and with the tab running with warm water. He carefully washed me and paid extra attention to be gentle around my bruises. With another wave of his wand he had the tub emptied, me dry, and had summoned another of his shirts for me to wear.

"You hungry brat?" He asked with a smirk. I answered with another glare. "Yes." Still wearing that smirk, he grabbed my hand and let me walk beside him as he led me toward a large picnic table, which had people setting bowels of food on it. As we walked many people had said "Good morning Alpha" or just "Alpha" and carried on what they were doing. Everyone looks so peaceful and happy here. I hope I can be too. He had sat at the head of the table and sat me on his left with an older man and woman on his right. "Laciel this is Gregory, my Beta, and his mate Martha, our pack healer. Betas this is Laciel I found her last night."

Gregory said hello but his wife came around and sat next to me, which was fine until she pulled out her wand. I started to shake again and braced myself for the pain. I felt Fenrir grab my hand and force me to look at him. "Hey no one here is going to hurt you on purpose okay? She's a healer, so I'm sure she was just going to pull some of her doctor-mumbo-jumbo magic to see if you're alright." I calmed and nodded. Martha gave him a 'are you serious look'. "Doctor-mumbo-jumbo? Really Alpha? Is that all you think of me?" She asked. I giggled at his sheepish face. "Anyways, dear? Do you mind if I use magic to give you a quick check up?" I nodded, while she pulled out her wand and muttered a spell that caused a green light to envelop me. At several points on my chest, arms, but mostly my hands were little blue dots while the others were a purple. But what worried me was the big red mark in my special place. I didn't want to think about it, but didn't help that Martha let out a gasps, drawing Alpha's attention away from his plate. "What's wrong?" He asked. She didn't answer; instead she pulled me into a hug. "Oh you poor dear." She mumbled into my hair. Alpha's eyes narrowed again. "Martha you will answer me." He said with his voice in a timber that sent shivers down my spine.

"Well as you know this spell shows internal damage and previous injuries. The purple are bruises while the blue are previous break in the bones. A few of those I'm going to have to re-break and set properly." She trailed off, causing him to growl and draw the attention of several others. "And what does red mean?" He asked. She gulped. I focused on my plate. "I mean that severe and irreparable damage has been done to, in her case, her Uterus. So she would most likely never become pregnant." I cried a little. "Can you tell how this happened?" He asked. I know how it happened. "The only way to be sure would be to ask her, but I can almost guarantee that it was caused by sexual trauma followed by prolonged exposure to the Cruciatus Curse. She's also severely underweight and malnourished." She finished. I shook from the memory off what had happened. "It hurt. A lot. Mommy said I had such a pretty scream." I whispered, finding the buttons on the shirt I was wearing very interesting. Fenrir pulled me into his lap and held me. I listened to his heart until he shifted me so that I could reach my plate. "Eat." He commanded. Oh boy did I listen. I cleaned my entire plate twice plus I finished Alpha's.

XxxX

After breakfast he took me around to the pack and showed me what it was to be a member. It's mostly broken up into different teams. First are the Hunters. They have to go out into the forest to hunt for our meat. Next would be the Gatherers. They also go into the forest but they search berries, fruits and other edible foods. Then we have the Cooks, they well cook the food. We have a couple Seamstresses they're the ones that make our cloths and shoes and stuff. Then the Teachers teach the younger werewolves. Plus there are a few other jobs like Healers, or what not. But probably the most important job would be the Guardians. It's their job to patrol our territory and make sure that there are no threats to us, wither it be human or creature. I also learned that there are very few wizards or witches in our pack. Apparently unlike us, most of them take a potion before the full moon that dull the wolf's senses and causes them to be drowsy. They hate what they are and try to fight it instead of letting their instincts of the wolf take over. Alpha said that with enough practice when can even shift without the full moon.

It was after dinner when Alpha carried me back to his hut. "You don't care that I won't be able to have children right? You won't make leave?" I said lying with him on the furs. "Of course not. It's sad but I wouldn't make you leave because of it. It would make me a hypocrite. You see werewolves only ever have one mate, and we our only able to have children with your mate. You know that during the war my pack and I sided with the dark lord right? Well I'm going to tell you why. Werewolves like all dark creatures a discriminated against in the Wizarding world. Before I even joined this pack I was married to my mate and we had a son. We were good little werewolves, always followed the rules, and always drank that sickening potion even though we barely had enough money to survive. It was my son's fourth birthday, when my life was destroyed. I had been forced to go into work that day, while my wife and son were home waiting for me. I felt it in my gut that something bad was going to happen, but I ignored it. God I wish I hadn't. I came home to my house burnt to the ground and with my wife and son beaten to death on the lawn. I snapped and shifted finding the scents of the ones that did this and I slaughtered them, along with anyone in my path. Afterwards I ran and ran until I ended up at this pack. Due to my actions I became infamous as I mindless beast that hated all normal wizards and witches. That is a lie I don't hate them, I just distrust them. It was just after I became Alpha that the Dark Lord came to power. He came and offered that if we would fight for him than he would fight for use to have equal rights. That was my goal. That is my goal, to have every werewolf free to live as he chooses. So you see I've lost my son and my mate. I had nothing to offer this pack except my life. There's no way I would do the same for anyone else."

I was quiet for a while. "Why me? Why did you pick me to join your pack?" He smiled softly. "I chose you because my gut said to. I knew that some how you needed something. That you needed someone. That somehow you. Are. Special." I was shocked. He knew right from when he first saw me that I was broken, and couldn't fix it myself. He knew that I needed help, so he chose to be the one to do it. I turned around to face him. "I'll fight for you, no matter what." I said with a yawn. He smiled down at me. "Sleep now you've had a long day." Burrowing further into his chest, I mumbled "Good night Alpha." He brushed my hair back. "Good night little Lace." Already fast approaching sleep I replied. "..Not...little." He chuckled at me while I became drunk off of his scent.

AN: Alright first chapter was a little short but not too bad. Next chapter features her first moon, training in magic, and the years up to when she gets her Hogwarts letter.