The Fallen's Primal Legacy

Thank you all so much for the fantastic reviews that I've received for Chapter One of this story. I really hope that you enjoy chapter two as much.

I'm hoping that the next chapter I update will be for The Affliction of War but it is still in progress as is Chapter three of Primal Legacy so we will see. Real life has kissed my arse these last couple weeks but slowly getting back to normal.

Please enjoy.

Chapter Two – No Turning Back

It was hours before Baine was able to return to Privet Drive in his other form. It was a lot closer to dawn than he would have liked; however, he wouldn't have dared return in his human form, it would have been too dangerous. Now that he was in his Nundu state the need to find the teenager was heightened, the scent of the young male was arousing almost and spurring him on to find him and look after him.

He never knew if he preferred being on two legs or four, being a Nundu was something else entirely. His eyes sharper, his nose more sensitive to the more subtle of scents in the air. Hearing his claws clicking against the concrete of the road gave him a sense of power; he was so much stronger in this form, simply better. People would run from him screaming, no one daring to approach because he was feared.

Entering the house through the door that Bellatrix had blasted off it's hinges earlier in the night, he paused; the scent of blood was overwhelmingly strong, more so than when he had been here earlier in the night. The body by the front door made his stomach growl hungrily as the unique scent of human flesh wafted up his nostrils, tempting him.

He hadn't eaten in several hours and he was regretting that now as his stomach protested loudly, but he had more pressing issues to deal with, he couldn't be distracted by his need for a meal. If it came down to it he would feed when dawn had broken, when he was sure that his fellow Nundu was safe and out of harm's way.

Baine didn't bother to be stealthy; the Nundu, as a species, were naturally quiet creatures despite their large size but the young Nundu upstairs would be able to smell him coming regardless of how quiet he was. However, the transformation would have been difficult and Baine was sure that the newly transformed Nundu would be sleeping; though there was no way that he could be sure of this.

He knew that whoever it was would likely be scared and have no idea what was going on, so he had to be careful about how he approached him; he didn't want to startle the other Nundu and end up scaring him more. The consequences of this could only mean more death and destruction.

Using his acute sense of smell, Baine padded gently up the stairs trying to scent out his fellow Nundu through the stench of blood and new death. The body of Albus Dumbledore lay sprawled on the landing, exactly where it had been when he had been there a few hours previously in his human form. The only difference between then and now was the large cavity where the elderly wizard's stomach had once been. Baine knew if he took a moment to peer inside, he would find most of the organs gone; they were, of course, the best bit.

The young Nundu had clearly had his fill for the night because he was no where to be seen now. Even Baine was finding it difficult not to eat, he was starving and the scent of the fresh kill was wafting up his nose, tempting him. He did, however, like to avoid human meat if at all possible; it never tasted right to him and it was this thought alone that stopped him from feasting. They were too chewy and stringy and tended to get stuck in his teeth for days.

It wasn't difficult to scent out the newly transformed Nundu; Baine found him in the smallest of the four bedrooms upstairs. The creature that he suspected was Harry Potter had curled up in a tight ball after managing to crawl halfway under the bed and was clearly now sleeping; blood covered his muzzle from where he had been feeding, the yellow fur tinged a horrible orangey colour from the blood.

There were more bodies up on this floor too, bodies that Baine hadn't bothered to go and find. He didn't need to see the carnage, he had suffered through his own first transformation, he knew what horrors would greet him if he ventured into the other rooms. He didn't need to see that and he didn't think that this new Nundu needed to see it either; the guilt and pain of what he had done would be bad enough, the teenager didn't need the imagery to go with it.

Baine needed to remove them both from the house as soon as possible, it simply wasn't safe for them here, he needed to find them somewhere else to go for the remainder of the night because otherwise they were going to be caught.

With the front door wide open it wasn't going to be long until the other muggles that resided on the street realised that something was wrong and came to investigate. It wasn't far off dawn now, the muggles would soon be waking up and they had to be gone before they did. Also someone was bound to have noticed that Dumbledore was missing by now, someone was always looking for him for some reason or another. It wasn't going to be long before someone came looking for him here.

There was no way that Baine would be able to fit even part way under the bed like the other creature had; the newly transformed beast was far smaller than he ought to have been at sixteen years old and it showed in this form. Baine suspected the young Nundu had been under-fed and that was the reason that he was small in this form. Of course Baine couldn't be sure this was the case, not until he had seen the teenager in his human form as well, something that would happen soon enough.

Laying down as close as he could to the younger Nundu, Baine pressed his muzzle against that of the other creature, tongue coming out to clean the blood from the yellow fur. The younger creature stirred gently from sleep, roused by the rough tongue as it licked away the blood.

Sleepy emerald eyes blinked several times, trying to focus and make sense of what he was seeing as he roused from sleep, trying to work out what was happening. Baine was surprised that the younger Nundu didn't growl or show any sign of hostility towards him, instead allowing him to continue to clean the blood from his muzzle, occasionally nuzzling into him as if the two of them were familiar to one another.

The scent of the younger creature started to niggle into Baine's brain and in his transformed state he suddenly realised why his urges to protect the boy were so strong. This new Nundu was a sixteen year old, newly transformed submissive.

He was shocked to say the least, the surprise mixing with anticipation and excitement as he came to realise what he had discovered in this new Nundu. It explained a lot, especially why the young creature wasn't acting hostile at all; the submissive Nundu needed their dominants and the genetics of their kind dictated that they be drawn to each other.

The younger creature lay his head down upon his front paws, looking up at the larger Nundu, wide emerald eyes studying Baine with interest. There was no sign of fear in his eyes or even in the way he was acting.

It was the species' way of trying to survive when they were so close to extinction. The submissives of their kind were rare, hell the dominants were rare too, though the submissive's more so. Baine didn't know of any others like them. He couldn't believe how lucky he had been to discover this other creature. If he hadn't come here tonight… the thought just didn't bear thinking about.

They were close to being wiped off the planet as a species and it had become hard wired into their DNA to be attracted to one another, for the submissives to submit willingly and eagerly to the dominants that were strong enough to protect them and any future cubs.

Baine now knew that he would be able to get the young Nundu to safety without fuss or hassle because the submissive would follow him without question, at least until they were back in their human form. It was when they reverted to their human forms that they would have their problems.

Standing, Baine stretched out before he nudged the other creature gently with his nose, encouraging him to get up until the young Nundu was on his feet. The younger of the two of them was moving slower and more sluggishly than he should have been, however, that was likely due to the transformation having taken a lot out of him.

It wasn't at all surprising that the younger creature was so exhausted; the transformation, combined with killing so many people, meant that all he would really want to do was sleep for a few days. Blaine understood this, sympathised even but he knew that if they stayed here then they would both be killed and he couldn't allow that to happen.

Harry awoke feeling warm and comforted, he wasn't where he thought he should be but with sleep still clouding his mind he didn't feel as if he were in any danger, in fact quite the opposite. He had never felt safer or happier than he did that morning, not even at Hogwarts; it was almost as if someone had lit a fire in his belly and the warmth and heat was spreading through his entire body.

He smiled as he remembered that it was his sixteenth birthday today and he wondered whether or not his friends would send him cards, whether the Dursley's would give him their usual gift of socks or dog biscuits. Even though he didn't hold out much hope for a large celebration, it was still his birthday and he got to be happy today of all days.

He froze in shock as he felt something move around his waist, long and warm, tightening it's hold upon him. He felt a sudden breath upon his neck, and Harry felt his heart rate increasing; although he was now far more alert than he had been moments before, he felt no need to protect himself. The feeling of safety stayed stubbornly with him despite there being someone else curled at his back, snuggling into him, holding him close, cuddling him.

It took him a moment after the shock of realising there was someone sleeping around him to realise that he had somehow ended up outside and in some kind of wooded area. The ground was soft beneath him and he seemed to have been using a tree root as a rather uncomfortable pillow.

He tried to think back to the night before, keeping very still so that whoever lay behind him, spooning him didn't stir. He couldn't remember anything; the harder Harry tried to recall what had happened the harder it was to summon up the memories that he desired. He could recall the nightmare, where he had been screaming for Sirius, he knew that he had woken up and that it must have been a hot night because he had been so warm but after that... nothing.

The air was cool here and even though it was light out the sun had not climbed enough to be seen through the trees, Harry predicted that it couldn't have been much after dawn. He expected to feel hungry but his stomach felt oddly full and a strange feeling of happiness and contentment washed over him. He wasn't sure why he felt this way but it was a nice feeling regardless and he didn't want to question it too much; it was so rare for him not to feel afraid.

Harry felt protected, cared for even, these feelings were not ones he had experienced a lot in his life and so he treasured them now. It was, however, a strange sensation to have when waking up in the middle of a wooded area after falling asleep in a cupboard, especially considering the stranger dozing lightly behind him.

As a slight breeze brushed over him, sending shivers across his whole body, Harry was made startlingly aware that he was completely naked. He knew he had stripped down to his boxers because of the heat the night before but now even they were gone.

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the person behind him shifted slightly and made himself known to be male as a hard cock brushed against the small of his back. Apparently the man behind him was naked too. Harry's first instinct was to panic but this feeling didn't come as he had expected, he couldn't understand why he was remaining so calm about it. There was a naked man cuddling him… there was no way that he should have been calm, and yet he was.

Moving a little, Harry shifted positions as gently as he could manage, turning to look at the man who held him in his large, muscled arms. His eyes swept over rich brown hair that fell in a wave to the man's shoulders, dark lashes that complimented the shade of his hair rested against the older man's cheeks in sleep.

It startled him to see that the man was one whom he recognised, the strong, prominent cheek bones and defined lips were all features that he had seen before, though it was a vague recognition and it took a moment for Harry to realise when and where he had seen the man's face. Even then he had to glance down at the man's left forearm to confirm that the man currently giving him cuddles in the middle of a forest was in fact a deatheater.

As he made this realisation and allowed it to sink in that this man was technically an enemy, someone who could potentially want to kill him, Harry still couldn't bring himself to be afraid. He wanted to be, he wanted to get up and run away in fear of his life; this man was in league with Voldemort after all. He had no idea why he remained exactly where he was, in the arms of a potentially dangerous man whose face he had seen on countless wanted posters.

"Why am I not afraid of you?" Harry asked softly, his tone one of intrigue. What he hadn't expected was for intense brown eyes to flicker gently open and focus on him; they had a dark, brooding intensity to them that made Harry want to just stare into them, admiring the flecks of amber hidden deep within the chocolate brown iris'.

The man sat up, his eyes fixed on Harry, drinking in every inch of him to the point that Harry felt as if he were under a microscope and being studied, not liking the intensity of the stare. He was used to blending into the background, going unnoticed or purposefully ignored by his family. No one had ever got close enough to him to see him so exposed, so vulnerable. At school he was protected by the persona of being the famous Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived; here there was none of that, here he didn't even have clothing.

Whoever this man was he clearly felt no shame in being completely naked with a raging hard on and Harry could understand why. He was handsome, prominent cheek bones, a nose found on Greek statues in museums, thick brown hair that fell in luscious waves to his shoulders that, now he was sitting up, Harry could fully appreciate and a light dusting of dark stubble along his jaw.

The lightly muscled body and olive skin made Harry feel extremely undesirable in comparison; he was small, had no definition to his chest and his cock was no where near as long or as thick, but he was hard too, his erection straining up to reach his stomach. His hands were trembling with embarrassment but he still couldn't bring himself to look away from this man who was staring at him so intently.

He couldn't explain it but Harry wanted this man, desperately. He had never taken the time to truly analyse his preferences sexually. Between fighting for his life at Hogwarts year after year and the abuse he suffered every summer when he returned to Privet Drive he had never had the opportunity, but there was no way that he could deny the desire that was sweeping through him, trying to take control.

"What do you remember of last night?" Baine asked, ignoring the question that Harry had asked moments before, his gaze never leaving Harry's. He was rather amused at the first question the young man had asked. Out of everything that Harry Potter could have said or done, it was not what Baine and been expecting.

"Not much," Harry admitted as he too sat up, turning to face the stranger. "I remember going to sleep and having a nightmare but after that it all goes a little fuzzy and…" he paused, looking alarmed at his almost involuntary honesty. He hadn't told anyone about his nightmares, they had been his and his alone, at least until now. "Why am I telling you this, you're a deatheater…!" he exclaimed. "I don't understand why you're not trying to kill me or take me to him... why I'm not scared of you." These were all things that he expected to feel and he didn't feel any of them, he wasn't even remotely scared and he knew that he should have been.

"Because you are like me," Baine said gently, reaching one hand forward to brush his fingertips across Harry's cheek, finding that the need to touch the teenager in front of him was intense, the creature inside of him wanting to do what they had failed to do last night. Baine wanted this boy, needed him, and the creature inside him demanded that the submissive Nundu be claimed as his.

"I'm not like you," Harry said, his voice a whisper as he lent into the touch, wanting the touch just as much as the other man but not understanding why. They were so close to one another and it suddenly didn't matter that he had a hundred question that needed to be answered, all that mattered was that they were here, they were alone and they were naked.

"You are not afraid of me," Baine said softly, knowing that he needed to make Harry understand what was happening before he claimed him, it wouldn't do to have the teenager go into this blind, it simply wouldn't be fair. He would have to break this to him gently because it was likely not going to be taken very well.

It was taking all of the self control that Blaine had not to just lean forward and kiss the sixteen year old in front of him, everything about the younger Nundu was tempting him, drawing him in. Harry shook his head in response to the question and Baine just smiled at him, "You want me as much as I want you," he added with a smile, watching Harry carefully.

"Yes," Harry said in a breathy whisper, his heart racing uncontrollably as the man lent forward so that their lips were inches apart. He couldn't have explained it to anyone who asked but he wanted this, wanted it more than he could put into words, as if something inside of him was driving him to it. He didn't even know the man's name, only that he knew they were meant to be like this, it was meant to happen, they were made for one another.

Logically he knew he shouldn't feel this way, but that didn't seem to matter, a more dominant part of his brain was screaming at him to allow this to happen. It was like there was a war going on inside of his head and the more Harry tried to analyse what he thought he should do and what his gut instincts were telling him the more his head hurt. However, if he didn't think about it, if he just allowed it to happen then it felt... right.

"Try to remember last night," Blaine said gently, resting his forehead on that of the younger man, inhaling his scent, allowing it to fuel his desire for the teenager. "I need you to remember," he added as his restraint began to fade at a steady pace.

Unable to stop himself, Baine moved his hand to cup the back of Harry's head, stroking the messy dark hair, caressing the teenager's skull in a loving manner before he suddenly pulled him forward and into a fiercely passionate kiss.

It was nothing like the wet, sloppy snog that Harry had shared with Cho Chang the previous year in the room of requirement after the meeting of Dumbledore's Army; whatever that had been it didn't even come close to the intensity and desperation in this kiss. It was all flame and need, undiluted passion that Harry couldn't deny felt amazing. If he hadn't have been hard already then this kiss would have done the job in a heartbeat.

This man knew exactly what he was doing, there was nothing sloppy or inexperienced about it as he ran his tongue across Harry's, pulling him in deeper as he sucked on the teenager's bottom lip, giving it a delicate nip. Harry moaned into the kiss as he reached forward, his hands coming to rest upon the defined chest, the skin warm beneath his palm as his hands flowed effortlessly over defined muscle.

Their tongues intertwined feverishly as Baine took control, deepening the kiss, the hand not gripping the back of Harry's head, snaking around the teenager's waist, dragging him closer, the tips of their erections bumping together initiating a moan of pleasure from Harry. He had never been touched in that way before, at least not by anyone else; he had pleasured himself a few times but it wasn't something easily done in a dorm room full of teenage boys, at least not subtly as a few of them had found out.

Pulling back took a lot of self control but feeling Harry's hands on him was going to be too much to resist if the young man continued to touch him like this. Being this close to him, smelling him and his arousal, it made Baine want Harry all the more. He knew that he would be drawn to others of his kind but he had never imagined it to feel as strong or intense as this.

"What happened last night?" Harry asked, slightly breathless from the kiss, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't understand why, after a single night that he couldn't remember, he would be okay with everything that was happening. All the feelings in his headspace had somehow been rearranged so that he just didn't feel like the same person anymore; this was better.

He might have been naked in the middle of some kind of forest, kissing a complete stranger, who he didn't know the name of, and to make matters worse the stranger was clearly in league with Voldemort, but it didn't feel wrong or as if he shouldn't be there. It was completely mind boggling to him. "Why can't I remember?" Harry asked with confusion, looking at the older man imploringly, desperate for answers.

"Are you aware of what creature inheritance is?" Baine asked, watching Harry rather carefully, though making no move to put any distance between them, he rather liked them as close as this. He wanted to remain as close to Harry as physically possible, at least until he had claimed him as his own, which was going to be this morning if he had anything to say in the matter.

His instincts would not allow him to leave the teenager unattended until they had mated. Baine feared that someone else would realise just how rare and beautiful Harry was and try and steal him away, something that Baine would not allow. He would fight to the death to keep Harry with him.

Harry shook his head, creature inheritance was never something that had been discussed in any of his classes at school and he wasn't as big of a book worm as Hermione who would no doubt have known every detail about it without hesitation. Thinking about her made him think about Ron too and that caused him a dull ache in his chest; he missed them a lot. Harry couldn't think about them now though, there was too much else to think about, too much else to worry about, so he pushed that feeling away as quickly as possible, needing to focus on the present.

"It is what happened to you last night," Baine said gently, watching Harry for any sign that he was going into shock or denial about the situation. However, surprisingly, the teenager seemed to be relatively calm about the whole thing. In fact he seemed to be contemplating it rather thoughtfully as if trying to decide how to react.

"So... I... became a monster?" Harry asked, thinking over each word carefully as he tried to process the new information. He wasn't sure how to take it but he was thinking very hard on what the stranger was telling him, though he wasn't sure that he really understood. "Like a werewolf?" he asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

Baine sighed, he had a lot of patience for the young man but he knew that they weren't entirely safe here, he just needed for Harry to understand, to know that they weren't monsters. "I don't believe that we are monsters, Harry, but we are not like Werewolves, such creatures are bound to the phases of the moon, whereas we are not. We are something else entirely." Baine explained, his thick, luscious voice speaking calmly and gently, almost soothingly to the teenager.

The tone of his voice made Harry really listen to what he was saying and take in the information he was providing, if he had had teachers like this at school he would have had much better results in his end of year exams. Harry's mind, however, seemed to be in overdrive, trying to work out what this meant for him, whether he was good or evil, whether he was even a person any more.

As this inner turmoil raged inside of him, his exterior remained calm and withdrawn, having found that there was no use kicking, screaming or crying. Things happened and adverse reactions could often lead to punishment, as his Uncle had so aptly taught him. Harry would take the time he needed to before reacting; the last time he had reacted without thinking it had got Sirius killed, never again.

The teenager was silent in contemplation and seemed to frown at the stranger as he processed what he had been told. "It hardly seems fair that you know my name and I don't know yours," he said as he ran his fingers lazily up a naked thigh without even really thinking what he was doing, he felt the older man shiver a little beneath his delicate touch and smiled. He knew this man by surname only because of the wanted posters but Harry wanted a more formal introduction seeing as they were in the situation they were.

"My name is Baine Mulciber," Baine said, looking into Harry's emerald orbs, amazed at the sudden change of direction in what they were discussing. This young man seemed to be truly remarkable, of course he had heard the stories but clearly they had not come close to the real thing. The thing was, Baine didn't want to treat Harry like the celebrity he was thought to be, he wanted to treat him like a person, like his mate, Just not quite sure where you were going with it. which he would be very soon, Baine was certain of it.

"And you're a deatheater," Harry stated, not outwardly afraid, his tone simply matter-of-fact. His tone did not reflect the inner conflict at all, but he knew that panicking about it wouldn't get him anywhere. He simply wanted answers and he knew that this rather handsome and very naked man in front of him was the best way to get them.

Baine studied Harry closely, trying to figure out the frame of mind that the teenager was in. A lesser man would have been panicking, yelling, shouting and he couldn't understand why Harry wasn't. The teenager was amazing if he wasn't even a little freaked out by what was happening to him, though it was very difficult to figure out what the younger man was thinking. He kept himself very closed off, regardless of how closely Baine studied him.

He could remember the moments before his own transformation when he had turned sixteen, he had been terrified and he had had no one to help him. He had slaughtered his entire family that night while in his Nundu form only to awake the next morning and find the bodies of all those that he loved. There had been so much blood and even now what he had done haunted him even though he couldn't remember actually doing it. He knew it would be the same for Harry, it would be something they could share and deal with together.

"I am but it was not by choice," Baine said with a frown, though remaining very calm as he continued to try and figure out the younger man. He wasn't sure what to make of the teenager, who seemed to be completely unperturbed by what was happening to him. He had never met the famous boy wizard before, very few outside of Hogwarts had but of course he had been told about him endlessly, not to mention seen the many articles in the Daily Prophet; though the pictures in the paper had not done the boy justice, either that or the creature inheritance had been good to him.

"And you said that you're like me," Harry continued slowly, picking his words with care, knowing that he was in a rather precarious situation, carrying on his train of thought as if Baine hadn't said anything.

The closeness between them was driving the older man to distraction, the teenager's fingers idly stroking his thigh almost without thinking about it. Baine knew that he couldn't rush into this, not if he truly wanted to claim Harry as his own and have the teenager accept that he had been claimed and not run a mile at the thought.

"I am," Blaine said, nodding his head. His hand going forward and taking Harry's within his own, linking their fingers together, wanting any form of contact that he could have with the teenager. It also stopped the younger man from tracing small patterns across his skin with his finger tips, making Baine desperate to pin Harry to the ground and ravish him.

"So what am I then, what are we?" Harry asked, not making any move to pull his hand away, just accepting it. He found that he actually rather liked the feeling of his hand being held by this man, something Harry had never thought he would feel in relation to a deatheater. However, even as he surveyed Baine, Harry could tell that the man would never harm him, not intentionally; Baine would keep him safe.

"Are you sure that you are ready?" Baine asked, not wanting to overload Harry with information that he simply wasn't ready for. He wanted the teen to understand and accept but equally he knew that it wasn't a good idea to overwhelm him with things that he couldn't comprehend.

Baine had heard so many far fetched and overstated stories about the teenager and all of them were impressive beyond any doubt but it made him wonder how much of them were the truth and how many of them had been laced with lies and exaggerated fact. Sitting in front of the famous boy wizard now, Baine could hardly believe everything that he had been told, not when Harry seemed to be so normal, so unremarkable and yet so perfect all at the same time.

"Whatever happened last night, I want to know," Harry said with determination, looking Baine in the eye with confidence that he wasn't sure that he could back up if it came to it. "I need to know," he said firmly, knowing that it was the truth. He didn't want to be left in the dark about anything ever again. Dumbledore had failed to give him the entire truth about what Voldemort was doing to him last year and it had ended up with Sirius dying. Never again.

"I worry that I have already told you too much," Baine said gently, continuing to study Harry's face for any sign that this really had been too much to take in all at once. It seemed rather remarkable that he was still holding together with the weight of so much new information.

"What you're telling me is... I've never heard of it. I'm meant to have transformed into some kind of creature and I don't know whether to believe it or not," Harry said, maintaining eye contact and speaking as if he knew what he wanted when in truth he wasn't entirely sure. "All I know is that I feel different and I want to know why."

Baine nodded his head, understanding Harry's need for answers. It was completely understandable that the teenager had so many questions. The first transformation was always tough on the mind and the body. However, it was a blessing that you didn't remember the pain and the terror, Baine knew that it would have crushed the young boy to know what he did.

"I have no idea where I am, I have no clothes, no wand and yet I've never felt safer," Harry continued, his brow furrowing in confusion as he assessed the way that he was feeling, summarizing it for the man who sat before him listening to him intently. "Baine, please, tell me what happened."

Of course, despite the desperate pleading for answers, Baine hesitated for a moment, taking the time to evaluate the teenager who seemed remarkably calm considering everything that was going on and the situation he had woken up and found himself in. However, he knew that Harry was right, he did need to know, it was just that Baine could think of several things they could be doing that were a lot better than just talking.

It was those more pleasurable things that were going round and round in his head, distracting him and making his cock ache for release. He was certain that never before in his thirty six years had his want for another person ever been this painful. He had understood that his Nundu would draw him towards a mate but this desire was almost intolerable.

Judging by the erection that the teenager was sporting it seemed that Harry was feeling the same way and he went up ten times in Baine's already high estimations simply for being able to hold back and not act on instinct just so his questions could be answered.

Baine sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he couldn't escape the explanation and if Harry was strong enough to resist his natural urges to find a mate then he probably deserved to have the answers that he wanted. The least Baine could do was tell the truth or as close to the truth as he could without hurting the teenager. Giving him perhaps a condensed version and hoping that he got the chance to explain it all in more detail later.

"You," Blaine began, "like me, are a human Nundu." He made sure to speak slowly and carefully, wanting to give Harry the opportunity to digest this new piece of information, though he didn't want to make it appear as if he thought Harry stupid, it was a fine line to cross and Baine watched carefully to insure that he wasn't offending the younger man.

Harry was silent for a few moments, clearly taking it in. "I've heard of those," he finally said, looking up and meeting the deep brown eyes of the older man, staring into them rather intently, "They're dangerous, vicious... how can I be one of them? I don't understand..."

To Harry's credit he didn't sound upset or even panicked at what Baine and told him. He seemed confused, lost even, but he wasn't scared and he certainly wasn't running away either. Another perk of the creature inheritance, acceptance. It became easier, something in your brain just clicked and you knew that what was happening was right, you didn't have to fight it.

"Now is not the time for a history lesson on what we are," Blaine said regretfully, raising the hand of Harry's that he was still holding it and placing a kiss upon it, "we cannot stay here much longer," he added.

He wanted to be able to tell Harry everything that the teenager wanted to know and more, give him all the answers to each question that he asked but they were sitting butt naked in a forest which was no doubt in a highly trafficked muggle area judging by the scents of both human and canine that lingered here. It was only because it was so early that they hadn't already been discovered. Time was short and Baine was painfully aware of this; he needed to mark his claim on the boy and he needed to do it soon.

Harry nodded his head to show that he understood what he was being told, this conversation could wait, it would have to. "I should go back," he said, a hint of sadness to his voice, "everyone will be wondering where I am."

Baine felt a little regretful that Harry still believed that he could go back, that he didn't understand what he had done and that because of what he was it wasn't likely that he could ever go back. His precious Order of the Phoenix and Ministry of Magic would never accept him now. They would fear him instead, fear him as much as they feared Voldemort. Now Harry Potter was a monster, one with immense magical power, he was someone that deserved to be feared.

"Harry, do you believe that you can trust me?" Baine asked, he needed to make sure that Harry understood one thing, that he couldn't go back to that house again. Auror's would be there, Order of the Phoenix members would be there too, they would be mourning the death of Albus Dumbledore and searching for their golden boy, looking for answers about what had happened.

Baine brought up his free hand to caress at Harry's cheek, relishing the fact that the teenager made no move to pull away from the soft touch, instead leaning into it as if it were a familiar action and the two of them had been lovers for years.

"I don't know you," Harry said honestly, his voice trembling a little, almost as if he had wanted to say yes but the rational part of him was rejecting the idea. His human brain was still battling with his natural instincts as a Nundu, something that would fade in time.

The reaction of the human brain to reject anything so animalistic was natural, Baine had gone through it too when he had first come into his inheritance, it would take some time for Harry to adjust and accept his other nature completely. However, accepting it was all part and parcel of becoming what they were; his human instincts would soon be naturally quelled by his primal nature as a Nundu.

"I understand," Baine said gently, not removing his hand, even leaning closer to Harry, inhaling his scent and being able to determine the lust that lingered beneath the teenager's skin, the want and the desire. It was laced with fear and uncertainty, as well as several other emotions, but it was the need for him as a dominant male that caught Baine's attention so aptly. "Allow me to ask you a question," he requested.

Harry nodded his head slightly. "Okay," he said, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke, heart hammering in his chest as he struggled to come to terms with how much he wanted this stranger. It was surreal, like a dream; he had woken up somewhere he didn't belong and his life was totally different all over again, just like it had happened on his eleventh birthday.

"Would you give yourself to me willingly in this moment?" Baine asked, his tone soft, seductive even as he asked this question.

"Yes," Harry said with a moment of hesitation, "but I don't know why."

Baine smiled slightly, closing the last of the distance between them and pressing their lips together. He was never going to get enough of kissing Harry, his lips were a magical combination of soft silk and yet they were lightly chapped too.

His tongue came out and Harry parted his lips, allowing him entrance. Baine's hand went round to grip the back of Harry's head, deepening the kiss. The teenager removed his hand from the older man's grip, reaching forward to touch him, hands gliding over soft, cool skin, fingertips brushing over erect nipples.

Delicate touches were exchanged, quickly turning into frantic gestures, Baine taking Harry's hand within his own and guiding it to his cock that was aching to be touched. Their lips never parting as they came to know each other's bodies, learning exactly how the other liked to be touched to draw out that moan of pleasure.

"You can touch me, Harry, I am yours if you will have me," Baine said, his voice husky from arousal, both of them breathing heavily from their kiss. "If I claim you, I can protect you, you will be mine."

"Claim me?" Harry questioned, his hands not fighting the direction they were being guided in, more than happy to explore lower down, his fingers taking a gentle grip of the older man's erection, stroking it almost teasingly as Baine let out a low groan of arousal.

"I want to take you, to sink myself into you and mark you as my own," the older man growled possessively as Harry continued to stroke him slowly and deliberately, caught up on the words flowing seductively from the older man's lips. Baine watched in fascination as the teenager's cheeks flushed scarlet at his words. It astounded Baine that Harry could blush so beautifully with embarrassment at his words while at the same time stroking his cock.

"I've never..." Harry began to say but Baine cut him off, kissing him fiercely. He didn't need for Harry to tell him that he had never had sex before, he could smell it. The fact that Harry was a virgin was one of the biggest turn-ons for Baine. He would be the first and he would ensure that he would be the only as well.

"I know," Baine said, his voice a soft growl as Harry continued to stroke him, the motions teasing and slow, though he knew that Harry didn't mean for them to be. His inexperience was evident in his actions and it only made Baine want him more. "Let me claim you," Baine demanded, though he looked at Harry imploringly, letting him know that he had the right to say no.

The older man wasn't sure that he would take no for an answer but he wasn't going to force himself on the teenager, he wanted Harry to want this. He could smell the lust and the desire and it was driving him to a point that made him want the boy more than he thought was natural.

Nundu were rare, human Nundu's even more so. To have found another creature like himself and for him to be a submissive too, it was luck, pure luck and Baine wasn't about to waste the opportunity and let the young man get away from him. He might have been the boy-who-lived but that didn't mean that Baine couldn't have him.

Harry was looking at him now, a lustful gleam in his emerald green eyes, a concentrated look upon his face, clearly not knowing what to do, but his body clearly wanting to say yes and to be claimed. His human brain was still rejecting his creature's instincts. The Nundu inside of him was screaming out to be claimed by the dominant male.

"Yes," Harry finally whispered, his voice so quiet that it was almost lost in silence of the forest, but Blaine heard, it was the most beautiful sound in the world to him, that one single word and Harry had given himself over to him.

"You mean it?" Baine questioned, his hopes sky high but wanting to be sure that this was what Harry wanted. It was a situation Baine had resigned himself to never experiencing, he would not waste the opportunity given to him by hurting the teenager before him. Harry was far too precious to be hurt.

Harry might not have known everything there was no know about what they were and yet he was already starting to trust his creature instincts and they knew that a dominant Nundu was the only way to protect himself against those that might try and hurt him. It was what he wanted, more than anything, he desire Baine, wanted him as a mate and he would have him.

"I mean it," Harry confirmed and the moment the words had left his lips, Baine dragged him into a bruising kiss, pushing back and lowering Harry to the ground. The teenager parted his legs and allowed the older man to settle between his thighs, their erections grinding together as they kissed.

Bits of twig and stone dug into his back, dry leaves cracked beneath the weight of their bodies; it was fortunate that it hadn't rained in a few days because otherwise they would have been covered in mud too, though, regardless, they were still going to be filthy. Harry had never imagined that his first time might be in a forest with a near complete stranger but even as this thought crossed his mind he realised that he didn't care as long as Baine claimed him. As long as he belonged to Baine nothing else mattered.

Baine using one hand to prop himself up, ran his other hand down Harry's side, gripping at the teenager's hip, raising one leg up and over his shoulder as he began to kiss his way down the teenager's neck and chest, barely pausing to suckle upon each nipple. The human part of him wanted to make the first time nice for Harry, give him a treasured memory but he was too close, the need for him was too strong and Baine knew that he wasn't going to be able to do that, not here at least.

They didn't even have anything to ease the process along, hell they didn't even have wands to create a substitute. He was going to have to prepare Harry thoroughly if he wasn't to hurt him. Saliva was never an ideal lubricant, however, this morning it would have to do.

So involved in one another, neither of them heard the footsteps approaching or the jolly whistling of the approaching muggle walking his dog. However, they did hear the playful yip as the dog in question bounded after a tennis ball that had been thrown by it's owner, neither yet aware of the two naked men a few meters away from them, fornicating.

Baine cursed; he had known that they shouldn't have stayed here, knew that they were likely to be interrupted, they were lucky it had only been a muggle and no one else. Looking down at the young submissive he found it hard to breath; Harry's pupils had been lost to a sea of stunning emerald green, pupils turning to pinpricks, his chest had a sheen of sweat and he was breathing heavily, looking utterly ravished.

Without saying a word, Baine gathered the teenager into his arms, holding him close; Harry wrapped himself around the dominant Nundu without question, clinging to him tightly as Baine apparated them away from the forest to somewhere that they would be safe and uninterrupted.

-X

Baine apparated Harry to the only place that he knew would be safe for the two of them, the home of his friend and confidant Severus Snape, who owned a property at Spinner's End, a muggle area in Cokesworth. It was rare that Severus was even here and yet it had always been a safe haven for the both of them. It was a place where they didn't have to hide who they were, they could talk frankly and never fear retribution.

He was sure that he and Harry would be safe here, at least for a while. Severus had ensured that only when accompanied by himself or Baine could anyone else enter the house, wanting it to be a place of safety and security. Though Baine had no idea how Severus was going to react to having Harry Potter in his house.

He had decided, however, that he really didn't care what Severus thought, Harry was his and he wasn't going to take him somewhere he didn't think they'd be secure. Here at least they could be safe, at least for a while and uninterrupted, or they would be for long enough for Baine to lay his claim on the teenager. Once he had then he'd be linked to his mate and be able to track him more efficiently, to protect him from those that might want to hurt him and of those there were many.

The two of them had appeared in the small, dark living room quite suddenly with a loud, sharp crack and it had taken a moment for Harry to get his bearings, not used to side along apparition. Though being gathered in the larger man's arms had certainly helped the process slightly.

"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around in a daze, trying to take everything in and failing miserably. His head was in a spin, the overload of information and the intensity of what he was feeling was making it hard for him to focus on anything. All he could really make out was that he was in some form of sitting room, although whom it might have belonged to was a mystery to him. It was tiny room and had the feeling of a dark padded cell, the walls completely covered in shelves of books, most of them bound in either black or brown leather.

A threadbare sofa, an old armchair and a rickety table stood grouped together in the centre of the room, blending into the look of disrepair the room had going for it. The whole place had an air of neglect, the smell of ancient books and dust lingering in the room making the air almost stagnant. The two naked men were stood in the very centre of the room, one clinging to the other in this unfamiliar place while the second listened for any sign that they were not alone.

"Somewhere safe," Baine answered the smaller man softly as he manouvered the two of them so that he could guide Harry over to where he knew a concealed doorway was hidden, opening the doorway to reveal a set of ascending stairs. Encouraging Harry to go ahead of him, the two of them climbed in a hurry, both knowing what was going to happen when they reached the top.

Upstairs there were two bedrooms; after Severus' mother had died, the potions master had converted her room into a guest bedroom and this was where Baine was headed. It was unofficially his bedroom, it was the one he used when he had business in London and didn't want to apparate all the way home. Severus had always welcomed him into his home without question, they had been friends for a very long time after all. Having grown up together and been friends through their time at school they knew one another's deepest secrets and never judged one another.

"Is this your house?" Harry asked as they reached the top landing that was of similar décor to the sitting room they had just vacated. He felt entirely curious that he didn't feel more concerned with being taken to this unknown location with a complete stranger but the feeling of safety had never left him since waking up in the forest this morning. Somehow Harry just knew that he wouldn't be harmed by Baine, he was safe with him.

"It belongs to a friend of mine," Baine said as they stopped to catch their breath for a moment, stood in the landing, both of them as naked as the day they were born. It gave Harry a chance to look around and survey where they were. From where he stood on the landing there were three doors, only one of them was open and through it, Harry could see a large, elaborate bathroom with a tub big enough for two. It was something that would be left to explore later though as Baine opened the door to their left. It revealed a simple room with only a large bed occupying the space inside. It looked as if it might sleep four fully grown men; in comparison to what Harry was used to it was pure luxury.

"And your friend won't mind us being here?" Harry asked as he walked into the room, taking in the vast amount of dust that seemed to coat every surface. The house was clearly not frequently inhabited and it gave Harry a sense of ease, thinking that this time they might not be disturbed.

"Not once I explain the situation. It's only for a little while anyway, we won't be here long," Baine explained as he shut the door over, wishing he had his wand to lock themselves inside. He had, however, left it at his own residence with his clothing before travelling back to find Harry. He hadn't been thinking long term when he had gone, only that he had been desperate to find the young Nundu, his instincts taking over.

He had been too exhausted to apparate the two of them far, not without splinching one or both of them, it was pure luck that Severus' old family home was relatively close. It was at least closer than his own home which was close to the borders of Scotland in the middle of a moor where very few people dared to venture.

"I'm not going back to my Aunt and Uncle's house, am I?" Harry asked, the realisation hitting him as he came to stand by the grimy window that had a criss crossed lead pattern across the glass. He could vaguely make out the street below where there were two people already leaving their homes, ready to go about their day despite how early it was.

"No, Harry, you're not," Baine said gently as he came up behind the teenager, wrapping his arms around Harry's smaller waist. He hated how tiny the boy was, he should never have been this small and in truth Baine thought that his size had a whole lot to do with the way that the teenager had been treated growing up. "Would you want to go back there, if you could?" Baine asked curiously; it wasn't a conversation he wanted to have right now but it was one that they would have to have eventually.

"No," Harry said truthfully, turning around in Baine's arms to face the older man, looking up into his dark, chocolate brown eyes that smouldered with intensity. His hands tentatively went forward to hold Baine's waist, overly aware of how naked the two of them still were.

"Close your eyes," Baine instructed and with very little hesitation Harry did as he was told, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm his racing heart. "Listen to your instincts..." the older of the two whispered, his lips close to Harry's ear, "trust what they are telling you."

With his hands trembling, Harry focused on what he thought his instincts were trying to tell him, the rational side of his brain was telling him that this man was a stranger, a deatheater but a far more dominant part of his brain was telling him that this man was his, to allow Baine to claim him fully and that once this happened nothing would stand in their way.

Harry's eyes snapped open, staring at Baine for a fraction of a second, trying to decide if he should listen to his instincts, before realising that he really didn't want to not be with Baine. It took him a fraction of a second before he stood on his tip toes and pressed his lips against that of the older man. Moving his hands up Baine's bare chest, up and into his dark hair as he was pulled against the older man's firm muscular body, their erections trapped between them.

Baine wasted no time, carrying Harry over to the bed and laying him down upon it, the teenager splaying his legs so that his lover could nestle himself between them. Their lips never parted as they kissed with intensity, grinding themselves against one another.

There was one bonus about having been disturbed in the wooded area before by the muggle walking his dog and that was that now they had access to a bathroom and Baine was hoping that something in there might be usable for lube. He didn't want to hurt the teenager after all, only claim him.

"Wait here," Baine said, breaking the kiss. "Don't move," he added as he stood up, his voice was deep and husky, full of arousal. His cock fully hard and jutting out in front of him as he headed for the door, Harry watching him go with confusion and worry on his face, not knowing what to do.

Baine went as quickly as he could, leaving the bedroom door only slightly ajar as he made his way next door to the bathroom. Severus spent most of his year at Hogwarts so Baine held out very little hope that the very straight potions master had actual lube in his home, however, at this moment Baine would have settled for lotion or in fact anything that would make fucking his new mate into the mattress easier.

Grabbing the first bottle that looked like it could do the job and not cause any adverse side effects, Baine hurried back to where Harry was waiting, having not moved an inch from when he had been left. It made Baine smile to see him lying there, legs parted, eyes dilated with lust, his hard cock resting upon his stomach and leaking pre-cum.

His eyes never leaving Harry's, Baine moved across the room, climbing gracefully back on to the bed, positioning himself between Harry's thighs once again, dropping the bottle of lotion on the quilt beside them. He hadn't realised just how beautiful the teenager was, his eyes a stunning shade of emerald green, dark brown hair that was almost black sticking up in several different directions, his tanned olive skin that had a slight blush to it as the older man drank him in, unable to believe how perfect his soon to be lover and mate was.

Baine moved his hand so that his fingers snaked into Harry's tufty dark hair, gripping it as he tipped Harry's head backwards and drew him into a passionate kiss, their hearts racing frantically together as their tongues collided. Moving his mouth from Harry's, Baine kissed along his jaw and down his neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh, determined to mark the younger man beneath him.

The teenager gave out a wanton moan, gripping his lover's hips possessively as he was marked with ferocious determination. His nails digging into the skin of the older man as he bucked his hips up so that their erections rubbed together, causing a delicious friction between them. Baine couldn't hold back any longer, the desperation that he could feel coming from Harry was too much, he needed to be inside of him.

Grabbing for the lotion, Baine made quick work of coating two fingers before reaching between their bodies to run them over Harry's entrance. At this new and intimate touch that he had never experienced before, Harry gasped and squirmed, not sure what was going to happen next, a little fearful of what Baine was doing.

Sensing the younger man's uncertainty, Baine lent down and drew Harry into a bruising kiss as he pushed a single digit passed the tight ring of muscle. Baine sucked the teenager's bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling at it delicately as a low rumbling groan of pleasure escaped from the younger man's throat.

Moving the finger around inside of the younger man, Baine continued to ravish him, distracting him from the intensity of what he was doing. A second finger joining the first and Harry gasped, throwing his head backwards, his back arching off the bed as Baine pushed inside of him.

Scissoring his fingers slightly, Baine prepared the younger man, stretching him so to accommodate the large girth of his throbbing cock. Harry groaned as the two digits moved inside of him relentlessly, coating him in lotion, ensuring that he would be able to accept Baine's erection. The older man relentlessly ravishing his lips, kissing him for all he was worth to distract him from the slight burn.

Harry writhed beneath his lover, lost to the sensations of it, hips bearing down upon the fingers inside of him desperate for more. "Please," the teenager pleaded as Baine broke the kiss. It felt a little uncomfortable but at the same time he wanted it so much. Harry had experienced a lot of pain and discomfort in his lifetime but nothing that had made him want to experience more, nothing like this.

Smiling at the pleading man beneath him, Baine inserted a third finger, loving how Harry reacted to it, his back arching off the bed in a defined curve, eyes closing and fists clenching around the quilt beneath them. Baine couldn't take his eyes of the other man, watching him with pleasure as the submissive gave off a wanton moan as he was stretched.

"Please what?" Baine teased, still moving his fingers relentlessly inside of the younger man, brushing against the little bundle of nerves inside of him and watching with intense glee as the teenager almost screamed in pleasure, never having been touched this way before and not having expected the sparks of pleasure that brushing against his prostate gave.

"More, please, Baine, more," Harry pleaded rather desperately, needing to feel the dominant Nundu inside of him, wanting it more than anything else in that moment. Nothing else seemed to matter, his instincts had given themselves over to his Nundu and they were preening with satisfaction at having found a mate so soon after the first transformation.

At a second brush over that sensitive spot inside of him, Harry did scream, his orgasm hitting him rather suddenly, without any warning his cock erupted with pearly white come, covering his stomach in little white globs. Leaning down, Baine ran his tongue over the younger man's stomach, licking up the traces of his orgasm, tasting him. He was never going to get enough of knowing that he could do this to his mate.

Harry groaned as Baine drew back, removing his fingers from inside the teenager, sitting up on his knees and grabbing once again for the lotion and squirting a liberal amount over his cock, which was so hard that he didn't think that he was going to last long at all. As it was he gripped the base of his cock tightly, stemming the flow of blood while be ensured he was fully coated. It would not do to have himself come before he even had a chance to be inside of the submissive.

Taking a brief moment to calm himself, Baine breathed deeply, watching as his mate rode out his first orgasm, the smaller man's body twitching with after tremours. Baine needed the time to regain himself, not wanting to come the moment that he pushed himself inside of the submissive. Harry was watching him, legs spread wide in invitation, waiting, his cheeks were a rosy pink, his pupils pinpricks, lost in a sea of emerald and his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He looked utterly ravished and in Baine's eyes, he was perfection.

-X

Rumblings had been heard amongst the deatheaters that the protection around Potter had failed. Hoards of deatheaters had descended upon the muggle street in search of the sixteen year old boy. Severus had grimaced when he had realised that it was the eve of Harry's birthday and at once gone in search of Dumbledore.

Albus, however, was nowhere to be found, the man had completely vanished as far as anyone knew. Minerva knew that he had intended to move the Potter boy to the Weasley's this evening but aside from that he didn't know where he had gone. She had checked in with Molly and Arthur but neither the headmaster nor Potter had made it to the Burrow.

At once Severus had alerted the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, told them what he had come to Hogwarts to tell Dumbledore, that Harry Potter was in danger, that the wards had fallen and the deatheaters were coming for their golden boy. In a panic and unsure what to do after that, Severus had returned to Malfoy Manor wanting to seek out any and all information that he could about what had happened.

It was there that Severus had learnt what Bellatrix and Lucius had seen when they had gone in search of Potter. Dumbledore had been found dead at the muggle house, torn apart and then devoured by what they thought might be a Nundu.

"You should have seen the size of the beast," Lucius said, Bellatrix nodding eagerly, both of them had been sure that that was what they had seen, though both of them looked a little shaken by what had happened.

"Mulciber was there, he will tell you," Bellatrix said, wanting for Severus to challenge what they were saying, to call them liars. "It was a Nundu, we're sure of it," she added, her eyes meeting Snape's, though the potion master kept his cool, not submitting to her powerful gaze.

"And where is Baine?" Severus asked coolly; he thought it strange that Baine had been there, Baine was the only human Nundu that he knew and he hadn't thought that there were any others in England, they were too rare a creature. It took a lot of dark magic to bring that out in a blood line. However, he knew all too well that it could be true if what Dumbledore assumed about Potter was true; it would also mean that it had been Harry who had killed Dumbledore, something Severus didn't want to dwell on too much.

"I am not the man's keeper" Lucius said with a shrug, "I have not seen him since we returned from Surrey." Lucius had thought it strange that Mulciber had needed to leave so quickly but he had been keen to tell his story to any who might want to listen, Bellatrix too and neither of them had thought much about it.

Without waiting around to hear Bellatrix regale them with the story of Albus Dumbledore lying dead upon the ground while laughing heartily again, Severus had left, heading to the borders of Scotland where his childhood friend maintained a residence. He fully intended on questioning him to find out what had happened but Baine had not been at his home.

Severus had known that something wasn't right from the moment he had arrived; Baine's clothes had been hastily shed and dumped unceremoniously in the entrance hall to his grand home and even his wand had been left behind.

The potions master hadn't known where else to look for his friend, the only other place that Baine tended to frequent aside from his own home, and Malfoy Manor on the rare occasion that he came for deatheater meetings, was Spinner's End. Severus hadn't even been there for the past couple of days, instead remaining at Hogwart's where he was preparing to take over the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in September.

With nowhere else to go he knew that he had to try his own home. If Baine wasn't there then he would get some rest and keep searching later on in the day; it was the early hours of the morning and he had been apparating all over England trying to find out what had happened. Dumbledore was dead, Harry Potter was presumed missing by the Order and there was no way that he was going to tell them that he thought the golden boy of Gryffindor was one of the most feared creatures in the wizarding world.

The search for Baine, whom Severus knew would hold more answers, could resume when he had slept; after all, the man would have to return home eventually, if for no other reason than to retrieve his wand. The potions master needed answers to the mystery of what had happened tonight, he wanted to know if there was another human Nundu and whether it was Potter. He needed to know if the boy had transformed and then killed Albus Dumbledore.

The moment that Severus got home he knew that Baine was there. Things around his home had been disturbed and the only other person who had access to his house was Baine, he had made sure of that. However, there was another clue that gave away the fact that he was here… the fact that he could hear him upstairs, clearly with someone else.

Withdrawing his wand, Severus started up the stairs as a scream tore through the house, it was a scream that didn't belong to Baine, of that Severus was sure. He wasn't sure what was going on or what this had to do with Dumbledore or Potter but he was determined to find out.

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