Title: Harry Potter and the Pack Moon
Pairing: HarryxDraco
Summary: After an almost fatal bashing from his uncle harry finds himself bitten by Fenrir and changed into a werewolf. Instantly at one with his inner wolf harry feels a whole new sense of freedom. How will this effect Harry's perception of the world, and more importantly for said world, his destiny?
This Chapter Rated: M (just to be safe although no smexing this chapter, close though)
Warnings: Slash, violence, attempted rape, character death, angst, fluff, possible mpreg, and beast (not really because all engaging are werewolves just sating their sexual needs in all forms.) and that's all I can think of right now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing!!! Am just a poor college student plagued (or is that blessed?) with my own perverted thoughts and ideas that I apply to fandoms such as this one!
A/N: hello to everyone reading this! This story has been clawing at the inside of my head forever. THIS WILL NOT BE AN ANGSTY STORY I promise! Just get through this chapter and I swear you'll be happy, although this isn't going to be one of those stories that are so sweet your teeth hurt afterwards. Nope its got plot and everything I EVEN HAS PLANNED IT ALL OUT!!! That was cutsy talk right there…. Not a writing malfunction, although it could be consider a brain malfunction lol.
Anyways on to the story!!! OH and READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Lights flashed as sparks flew off of the damp stone walls of the department of mysteries. Frantic running and shouting could be heard all around. The smell of burnt flesh, and dark magic stung Harry's nose and made his eyes water. The cackling of a madwoman laughed out as Bellatrix skillfully evaded stunning spells sent her way and returned them with frantic fervor to please her master, who's oppressive magic darkened the room and weighed down heavily upon them.
Voldemort's sinister eyes glimmered with glee and his tight snake like face stretched and twisted into a mocking version of a smile.
"Good bye potter!" the nostrils flared as dark magic was drawn around the man stopping everyone in their tracks. "avada-"
Then a blinding ball of flame burst in front of harry with the silhouette of a man in its core, bringing with him the warmth of phoenix fire; illuminating the dark room, washing away the sense of fear, and replacing it with hope.
Dumbledore was here, he was going to save them all.
Without pausing to take stock of the situation, Dumbledore began waving his wand and flinging spells and blasts of fire that only further brightened the room. The darkness was retreating, death eaters flailed around frightened and unaware of what to do. Inch by inch Voldemort was being backed against the wall by the skill and unmeasured amount of power Dumbledore controlled.
Sirius caught Harry around the waist and dragged him back into his chest curling protectively around him. They were going to win and with that thought him and the order started their attack with a renewed sense of optimism.
Harry was dueling with Lucius Malfoy reveling in the fact that he was able to match the speed of his opponent of casting and blocking spells. Sirius stood to his back fighting Bellatrix, harry landed a binding spell and watched as Lucius dropped revealing the scene played behind the man.
Dumbledore in all his glory had been moving at an impossible speed, and now seemed as though he was tiring. Beginning to run towards his headmasters aid, harry watched as Voldemort cast reducto, sending Dumbledore flying back, into the veil.
A smoky image rose up from Dumbledore's body a sad expression on his face and then was wisped away into nothing, snuffling the warm glow Dumbledore was radiating. The room was cast into a disorienting darkness
A hissing voice shouted "retreat" and it was over, all over.
Harry bolted upright in his bed drenched in sweat. It was the same occurrence throughout the entire week he had been back at the Dursley's. His head ached and he felt nauseous. He sighed when he heard the familiar weight of his bulbous uncle making his way down the stairs to his small cupboard to yell at him (his uncle placed him in the cupboard again after harry had woken on the first night of his return home screaming at the top of his lungs)
"BOY" Vernon growled "How dare you continue to disobey my rules after we took your weird arse in."
"It was a bad dream, I can't help it" Harry said exhausted.
But there was no reasoning with the alarmingly purpling man as he pulled his massive arm back and struck harry across the face.
'Now that was new.' His uncle hadn't hit him in years, not since he first got his Hogwarts letter. He turned to look at his uncle defiantly.
"Didn't think I wouldn't figure out that Dumbledore is dead" Harry's heart sunk at the outspoken words.
"Thought to make me into your little fool, huh? Thought you would just let me believe that someone was protecting your worthless arse. Well not anymore"
Vernon had hit him again. This time bone of his knuckles crashed into the side of Harry's face with a crunching sound that did nothing for his already pounding headache. Harry tried to reach for his wand lying underneath his pillow on the cot he slept on, but the assault didn't stop with the one punch. It was painfully dawning on harry, who his cousin had got his power and skills in the way of bullying from.
"you" smack "ungrateful little" smack "freak!" smack "disrespectful" a crunching noise was heard and a puff of air leaving harry as a kick connected with his chest "little shit!" smack "your" crack "unnatural" smack "ways" smack "what do the neighbors think?" Vernon wheezed out the last sentence looking down at his nephew with a smirk.
Harry took the moment of rest to cough up blood down onto his too large hand me down shirt. Vernon paled and harry watched behind swollen eyes thinking for a moment he was going to be hit again. Unable to move, he braced himself and waited for the heavy fist to connect again.
Harry didn't expect the sound of retreating footsteps. He relaxed a bit wincing as his chest burned when he drew in breath. A door was opened and harry wondered what his uncle could be doing going the opposite direction of his room.
He cringed when his uncles footsteps were heard making their way back to him along with the rustle of what could only be described as plastic. Harry thought to grab his wand and defend himself (ministry be dammed) however he found himself unable to move.
He inhaled sharply as he was rolled over onto his side roughly and a sheet of plastic was shoved underneath him. He had no time to process this however, because he was quickly rolled onto the tarp lying on his back. He wasn't allowed to rest their however, as he was pulled onto his other side and then onto his face.
His heart sunk and his mind raced as realization dawned on him 'He's going to kill me. Or maybe he already thinks am dead and is going to hide the evidence.'
Just then more footsteps could be heard coming down, both Dudley and Petunia by sounds of them.
"Vernon what are you doing?" Petunia asked her eyes wide; she was holding a smirking Dudley to her chest.
"The boy wouldn't listen, so I taught him a lesson."
"What about the other freaks that has him under their protection?"
"Their dead, why else would the boy be screaming their names at all bloody hours of the night"? Vernon pulled his face to express distaste, kicking Harry at the reminder of the disturbance.
"What are you going to do with him Dad?"
"No one will be around to check on him anymore, so am going to get rid of him! No more sleepless nights as the boy whimpers, screams, and cry's all hours of the night!" Vernon began breathing hard as he became enraged again.
"Want help?" Dudley asked nonchalant.
"Absolutely no, I will not allow it!" Petunia screeched.
Dudley whined and wiggled out of his mothers hold in protest but didn't say anything more.
"I'll be back in a few hours, have breakfast on the table."
Petunia nodded and watched as Harry's limp body was hefted on to the large mans shoulder.
Harry struggle not to cry out in protest of the pain the motion made. He didn't want to risk drawing attention to himself, feeling lucky enough as Vernon had rolled the plastic loosely allowing a small amount of air to flow in.
He couldn't see but he knew he was being carried out to the garage. And sure enough harry was placed into small space and the cover was slammed shut over him. He was in Vernon's trunk of his car. Harry strained his ears in an attempt to find out what was going on. He heard the garage door opener churn and rattle muffled and then the car turn over and rumbled to life.
Then they were moving. Harry tried to concentrate on the number of turns they took and the directions they went, but unfortunately it was useless. They seemed to drive for hours, strangely going too fast, and yet not fast enough.
Panicking, harry began to hyperventilate. He was going to miss Hogwarts, his firebolt, even more, he was going to miss his friends, and Sirius. Hell he was going to even miss fighting with the insufferable git Malfoy.
There would be no chance of following the stupid prophecy and no chance of a normal life afterwards. He was dead.
Did they turn on a dirt road? The unmistakable sound of rocks flying underneath the carriage of the car and the feel the unevenness of the road, they could only be on a dirt road.
Where was the order now, weren't they supposed to be protecting him? 'Yeah they are, against curses and dark wizards. Not fat muggles' harry cracked a smile at his lame attempt at a joke. Then his stomach started churning, and his head began to pound, he felt the surface beneath him and the walls around him shudder and sway, as his mind drifted in and out of consciousness. The air around him began to vibrate and he felt the push of his magic and then heard a loud popping noise around him.
The car jerked and swerved and Vernon slammed on the breaks trying to get control over his vehicle. He managed to pull his car off to the side of the road and let out the air of breath he didn't know he was holding.
Harry heard the click of the driver side door being opened and then slam of it being shut. Harry heard the sound of a key being slid into place and the unhinging of the lock it belonged too. Immediately harry felt the coolness of the night envelop his body, even through the plastic wrapped around his body.
Vernon wasted no time. He pulled Harry's mangled body from the trunk and let it fall mercilessly. Harry tensed at the pain and without his glasses tried to blink the blur from his eyes willing years of eye damage away to no avail.
He seen the blur of Vernon's enormous body walk away from him towards the trunk and hoped the man was going to leave him there.
Vernon leaned into the trunk pulling his upper lip into a snarl at the sight of a drying puddle of blood where harry had lain. With renewed sense of purpose he pulled what he was looking for from the hidden compartment where the spare tire was kept. He pulled from the little compartment the spare, a jack, and a folding shovel.
Without voicing his intentions, he calmly changed his tire sweating profusely at the effort, whistling a bouncy tune.
When he was done he walked over to where harry lay wrapped in the blood covered plastic, breathing shallow.
He unwrapped harry from tarp and rolled it up and placed it back into the trunk of his car.
"I'm going to enjoy getting rid of you, you ungrateful little brat!" Vernon spat and thrust the shovel into the ground next to harry, and lifted a shovel full of fresh gravel. "When am done with you, you'll be twice six feet under and best of all dead! Never to be a bother to my family nor myself ever again, you'll finally be where you should have been all along; with your parents rotting in the ground, nothing more but a feast for the worms."
A deep predatory growl was heard from just feet away and Vernon paled. He pulled the shovel protectively towards his chest and focused on the spot where he had heard it come from. Seeing the evil glint of an animal's eye he slowly began to back up into his car.
"better yet ill just let the wolves eat you" he cowardly turned around and ran as the growl increased in volume and he shut himself protectively in locking the doors, logically thinking animals couldn't open doors but feeling all the more safer for having done it. Feeling the hatred he felt for his nephew still coursing through his veins, he wanted nothing more than to watch every strip of flesh being torn and devoured by the wolves that had ruined his plans. However feeling the eeriness of the night, he didn't hesitate to start the car and drive out of the wooded area thankful for putting the spare tire on before he dealt with harry.
By tomorrow morning there would be nothing left and just to make sure of it he would drive up here tomorrow just to make sure.
Earlier that week Fenrir had received orders to lead his small pack out into the middle of nowhere and try and sniff out harry. His latest tortures had led him to believe harry was close. Fenrir thought the man was off his rocker, after 6 years of torturing, scrying, praying, conjuring, or whatever other blasted things wizards did when trying to find someone, it hadn't worked yet. So why should it now?
Fenrir didn't care either way who, or what it was, or even whether he found him. He was in it for the thrill of the hunt and reveling in whoever got in his way. He was in it for the taste of blood dripping from his fangs, and the smell of his prey's fear wafting off of them in mesmerizing wave after wave until the pitter-patter of their fragile little thumpers gave out from fear. Or blood loss, whatever came first.
He chuckled deep
He had just caught an elderly woman (not a worthy feat by far, but satisfying none the less) and dragged her into the forest to munch and crunch on her bones when the overwhelmingly seductive scent of fresh, young, meat filled the air. He began to shake with want and his lower regions filled with arousal. He easily shifted to his wolf. His senses peaked and he nuzzled the ground, rubbing against the moist earth, trying to dull the luring scent that was filling him with the indecision of whether to eat its source or fuck it until next week.
Fenrir ran at full speed
He stopped at the edge of the forest to sum up his surroundings. There on the dirt road a muggle transport thing, an obvious muggle and then, the thing, the boy that smelt so delicious. He stared on in awe admiring the thin mangled, and blood streaked body chest barely rising, his heartbeat erratic yet strong. His eyes shifted onto the muggle who had brought the toy and his blood boiled over at what he realized he was doing. He was going to bury the sweet smelling morsel without having been even nibbled on or without being fucked senseless and then repeated the process over and over again.
Without realizing, a growl was ripped from his throat. He wanted to rip the man's limp from his body and watch him writhe about but the wolf inhaled his scent and repugnant smell coming from the man. He didn't want the nasty mouth anywhere near his mouth, nose, especially nowhere near the sweet smelling boy he so desperately wanted to taste in more ways than one.
Luckily for Fenrir the fat stinky man was backing away submissively. Fenrir stayed growling until he could just barely make out the fading taillights.
He stepped up towards the boy still in his wolf form and began to clean his wounds with the licking of his tongue. He tasted sweeter then he smelt.
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Harry just barely made out the comforting licks of animal, soothing the aching cuts and bruises. He opened his eyes to see the silhouette of what looked like a big dog. 'Sirius' he thought instantly relieved his godfather had saved him
"Sirius, I was so scared!"
The wolf stopped his licking mid swipe and stared incredulously at the battered boy below him.
'"Sirius, Is that you"
Fenrir froze, he knew that name. 'He was the animingus that was Harry potter's godfather'' the wolf tilted his head in canine fashion as he thought over the idea of the one he had underneath him to be harry potter. He lowered his muzzle towards the boy's forehead and licked at the fringe of his hair covering it only to gasp at the sight underneath him.
He smiled a wolfish grin, and then forced his body to shift back into his human body.
"Guess again Harry…" but before Harry's relieved face could contort into one of horror Fenrir was on top of him pressing his fully naked body on top of him in a dominating gesture. Harry put all his remaining strength into struggling against but was only succeeding in arousing the man.
Tears welled into his eyes as he begged for death instead of what he knew was going to happen. The man on top of lowered his mouth onto Harry's neck and began to lick and place gentle nips and licks along his jaw line, traveling down the side of his Adam apple. Then very quickly Fenrir morphed into the large grey wolf and bit Harry's collar bone swiftly and hard. Harry cried out, and Fenrir began to rut against Harry's hip.
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