Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter world but it belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Genre:
Horror
Rating: 16+/M
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Only my original characters.
Chapters: 1

Warnings:
Graphic violence, (only briefly.) Nudity, (not graphic.) Sexual themes; rape, (not described.)


ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT

Another starless, moonless night in the war-ridden London was nearing the small hours of the morning, but it hadn't seen the sun for weeks. A blond woman in her late twenties sat on a bed holding an infant child in her arms. She stared intensely out of the window where all the lights had been stolen as if to remind the modern human that the artificial world was only an illusion. It held no power against the primitive forces from the darkest depths of the universe. The worst were those touched by it, and their presence could be felt with every breath in the cold night air. Indoors it was easier to ignore.

She laid herself down on the bed, nestling the baby next to her and closed her eyes. She should not fall asleep like this, too many things could go wrong. After a while her son began to fuzz, tiny hands reaching for her large breasts. She let herself get lost in the soothing tenderness of the moments as she nursed him. Suddenly she was shaken wide awake by a howl that was dripping hunger and lust for flesh. The boy gave out short sharp cries as a warning of a one that would not end unless he'd fall asleep. She rose to walk around the room hushing and speaking to him softly, caressing his back and black hair. Her blood heritage had marked her with death, so she felt they couldn't afford drawing unnecessary attention to their house. It was protected by strong spells, but evil could find a way. Her attempts to calm the baby seemed to have little to no effect, for even though there was no more howling the child cried harder. She knew her terror had to be passing onto him, and it was in moments like this when she desperately wished to find the real mother in herself. But as always, she felt a disconnection. This time it felt stronger than ever, making her wonder if her lack in maternal instinct sourced from the full moon night all those years ago.

After a while she gave up and began to look for her wand, but in vain. Another unnatural, haunting howl pierced her mind, so near their house that it froze her in place and nearly drowned the little one's cry. Something heavy hit the bedroom window followed by a quiet scratching sound as if something sharp ran down on the glass. She spun around to look but the light in the room blocked any view from the inside, and she could only hope it was a branch from the tree near the house. That hope abandoned her seconds after when she remembered there was no tree near the house. She backed away from the room towards the door leading to the hallway, the the lamp light's reflection cast on the window she desperately tried to see what was behind it. Then, steam of something breathing covered the glass. But this was the second floor, it could not possibly be one of them!
Unless...

She turned around and closed the door behind her and while terror tore her insides and mind, causing her to hold the infant almost too tightly against her chest, she quickly made her way downstairs. Hesitantly she took a step into a large dark living-room - the cozy center for relaxation and family bonding now felt like something infinite in which death lurked in each corner, under and behind every furniture. The baby's crying grew distant as she saw and heard everything in slow-motion, the world felt like in a dream, only real. She kept her eyes on every window in sight as she moved towards the dining room and kitchen where she remembered last seeing her wand, on the way feeling for the light switch to have at least the illusion. The comfort came and went in a flash of light and the sound of escaping electricity. In the dream-like world inside her head she'd forgotten that the baby was still screaming, until it stopped by a loud growling at the front door. Something began to break it down, growling and howling fiercefully as the door started to give in.

Her heart was reaching such a pace she feared it would fail her but chose to ignore it until whatever end. Finding her senses again, she rushed towards the closet in the kitchen. She locked the crying baby inside, in hopes that they'd come after the visible human first, giving the child a chance. She was a muggle-born, her blood was magical but not enough to automatically help her much in situations of deep fear. The boy was different; his father was powerfully magical, perhaps it would help the infant to transport out of reach when insecure and afraid enough like most of their kind might. But even if, it was unlikely to save him endlessly.

In the moon-lit kitchen she saw no wand but reached for knives for defence. Her efforts ended in a scream when through a shattering, chinkling glass leapt a large, black wolf-like creature with wild, beastly yellow eyes and a growl so fierce that it sounded more like a roar. Like a feline beast the thing fell over her; hand-like paws reaching for her, sinking its long sharp claws into her flesh, its muscular body blocking the moonlight until it landed on top of her as she fell hard on the floor. Its large sharp yellow teeth were bloody, drool dripping on her face and beautiful thick blond hair. Survival instinct compelled her fight even though it felt useless, the wolf was too heavy and pinning her shoulders and legs to the floor. It rose on its hind legs and began to drag her by the legs, towards the living room - she turned on her stomach to better struggle away, reaching for anything that didn't move easily.
In a heart-beat most of her attention turned to the living-room when another window shattered by another slobbering wolf-like monster crashing through and landing on the wall-to-wall carpet with a heacy thud. The reddish brown, black-eyed creature bared its dirty white teeth as its attention was drawn to the direction of the still crying infant. It did not dare to try and steal its alpha's prey, though the well-formed terrified female human made all its primal insticts go ever more wild. Before the woman could make another attempt to escape, the black wolf jumped on her, down on all fours again, pinning her down.

The closet door flew at the back wall under the reddish wolf's weight as it launched at the only barrier keeping it from the delicious apetiser it had tracked. The young mother's mind was filled with the torturous sound of growling, slobbering, and clothes being torn as she helplessly watched the wolf dig for its prey - she didn't even have the mind to wonder why the other wolf pinning her down wasn't attacking her. Slowly she was brought to the realization that it was; it was tearing not her flesh but her clothes with its hand-like paws. She draw a deep breath in terrified disgust as memories rushed back from the dark corners of her mind. For a moment she was on that dark alley again where's she'd narrowly escaped a humiliating and painful fate, and started to struggle even more desperately than earlier while the wolf's breathing grew heavier, its growl deeper and its slobbering increased. She forgot her baby for a moment as she frantically but in vain fought the monster; its hot breath on her skin stank of metal, someone's blood dripping from its tongue. Her brain and soul felt like it was cut with a rusty knife when during her struggle she felt the wolf's intentions between its hind legs, brushing against her partly bared inner thigh, confirming it a male about to mate with her.

She tried to scream in order to give herself more strength to fight the immensely strong and lust driven creature off but the sound was stuck deep inside her, beneath the horror, terror and pain at the moment she felt the wolf managed to strip everything off. First she felt its claws sink deeper into her flesh and it tore long lashes on her back, so deep its claws scracthed the bone beneath. It kept multilating her soft flesh but seemed to have no intention to hit vital spots yet. Her terror and screams of pain seemed to drive the wolf deeper into a feaverish lust for female flesh. Finally, from behind it wrapped its powerful arm-like forelegs around her broken body and pulled her tightly against itself, to penetrate. Tears fell like rivers on her face accompanied by an intense scream. The dark house was alive with growling of animals and screaming of a woman and child, blendinng into the sound of tearing flesh and breaking bone...It felt like all that was left in the world.

She breathed heavily, silently crying and covered in cold sweat when she found herself sitting up, clenching the end of her bed, staring at a wall. From the corner of her eye she eyed the bright full moon outside. On tne night table the digital clock annouonced ten to midnight. Realizing it had all been a nightmare brought by fears and trauma, she calmed down second by second until she felt she wasn't alone.
"Mum," she heard a young boy's voice call out from the corner of the room, sounding as if he'd called her by her name and had little interest in her troubles. She turned to find the thirteen-year old sitting in a chair in the corner. His expression was impossible to interpret but his brown eyes, and voice were filled with cold eagerness. While he attempted to sit there in a casual and relaxed position, his nearly black hair's style as swishy as ever, he couldn't help his muscles and being growing ever more tense as the minutes ticked by. She remembered why he was there this near midnight, but was unsettled by how he sat as if he'd been there for a while, watching her.

The years of the wolf had slowly changed the boy. How much, she wasn't sure of but tried to trust his father's judgment who had been much more involved with him around full moons. The boy had just turned thirteen...but then he hadn't hit puberty yet...She felt ashamed and disgusted that she could even subconsciously think such things, to fear that her own son might...do things to her. But she could not help it, the mad wolf's attempt and motive all those years ago was too traumatizing for the wounds to heal without coopertive efforts from the whole family for many years. Something that hadn't yet really started, mainly because of her lack of strength until now. This night still felt too soon. But fortunately, in this world away from the ralm of uncontrollable nightmares, the father was home...Unless something had gone horribly wrong. For one thing was sure; their boy was in love with his infection, thought werewolf gore was "cool" and had never held her as much of an authority figure while their mother-son bond had never really formed well - so even with a mindset of a little boy this child could do irreversible damage.
A crooked smile crept on the boy's face, and to her it seemed malicious. With enthusiasm and passion he whispered.

"Let's play."


Author's note: This specific story won't continue, but this is part of a series featuring my original characters. I usually write much longer parts. This one just felt better this way. This sets in 1993.

I totally get that what scares one person doesn't necessarely scare another at all, but to say this is "just fanfiction porn", (which some have), I think is judging it hastely. This is not meant to be porn. If you're a fan of horror, werewolves, or Harry Potter, I hope you enjoyed thsi story. =)