Hi ya'll! This is the second chapter of Mates because I really liked it and actually have an idea about what to do with it! Haha. Thank you for all of the reviews, favorites, and follows!
~~~FGxHP~~~
"Yes, it is the man who turned you, Professor. Fenrir Greyback, right?" Harry questioned, somewhat amused by the shocked look on Lupin's face. Harry chuckled mentally as his DADA professor stammered.
"But Harry! You...he's...you can't! You can't be with him!" Remus exclaimed vehemently, his face flushed. Harry's eyes narrowed minutely as he stared down his professor. He recognized the look Harry gave from the classes in which Ron couldn't hold his tongue. The young man stalked toward him with a predatory determination, growling.
Remus couldn't hold in a whimper as viridian eyes stared into his soul. Apparently finding what he was looking for, Harry retreated slightly, still angry.
"Professor Lupin, I can do whatever pleases me. He is my mate and there is nothing you can do to stop it. It is set in stone by Mother Moon." Harry growled. Had Remus been in the middle of a transformation, he would've slunk away with his tail between his legs, literally. As an afterthought, he added in a softer tone, "Professor, I think of you as a surrogate father, but should you attempt to come between my mate and I, I will use whatever means necessary to make you pay."
Remus softened at the thought of being Harry's surrogate father and sighed. He knew that once a werewolf found his or her mate, neither hell nor high water could tear them away. He knew Fenrir would move heaven and earth for his cub should they ever be separated, and whoever caused said separation would pay dearly.
"I know cub. I know. I just...want to protect you. To me, you are still the small toddler wobbling around calling for Remy." Remus murmured, pulling his cub into a tight hug. Harry smiled against his chest.
"I know Remus, but you can't protect me from everything. I haven't been turned and he hasn't done anything untoward so you have no reason to worry. Despite his reputation, he is quite the gentleman when with me." Remus gave a snort and received a light slap on the bicep for it. Harry pulled out of the hug with a grin and turned away, shouting that he was late for Quidditch practice.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Remus muttered, "I'll believe it when I see it..."
~~~FGxHP~~~
On the second night of the full moon, a large wolf once more lay on the forest floor, awaiting the arrival of his small mate. At the sound of a soft yip and paws beating on the ground, he rose, prepared to defend his mate from any potential threat. As the small black wolf came into sight, a new scent assaulted the larger wolf's nose. It was the scent of another mixed with his mate's. HIS mate. He'd sensed the scent before, but it had always been weak, so he assumed it was the wizards his small mate was around on a daily basis. This though, was certainly a werewolf. With a growl, he launched himself at his mate, circling him and sniffing.
Harry kept his head bowed as Fenrir investigated. He realized quickly that his mate must smell Remus on him. After all, he had spent most of their free time together in their private lessons. Harry rolled over on his back, allowing Fenrir to sniff his belly.
Fenrir was content. He had recognized the scent as one of the children he'd changed, Remus Lupin. Remus posed no threat and his mate had not been corrupted, so he was contented to lay his head on his mate's belly until the smaller wolf squirmed with the urge to run. He yapped a wolf's equivalent of a laugh as he released the black wolf and chased after him under the light of Mother Moon.
