Anything you recognize from the world of Harry potter does not belong to me, only the idea behind this AU is mine.
Remus Lupin was uncertain about the three young men before him, sensing the monster lurking under their skin much like his own. However, he had been given the chance to make something of his life outside of a pack under the control of You-Know-Who, something they didn't. The two younger boys looked broken down and weak. The older boy, Dean he had said his name was, look hardened.
If their story was true, though, there was hundreds of children just like them being kept as pets and weapons.
"Please, the young ones just need a chance to get out of there. It's too late for some of us older ones, we haven't ever known any other life, but others like the Creeveys deserve a chance." Dean spoke seemingly from the heart, but the Order had been dealing with werewolf attacks for years now. They barely trusted Remus, less lone a bunch of kids who had only known the hand of the Voldemort.
"I'm not sure," Remus started, frowning as he crossed his arms. He had been on patrol when he located the three, the oldest patching up the younger two with poorly made potions and salves. From the scars covering their arms and chest, he would wager this was a common occurrence.
"Please, the youngest is only six years old, the one before died from the bite and was four." Dean was even pleading with the older werewolf, knowing that unless you grew up in a pack your sense of smelling subtle lies was weak.
The information about the youngest grabbed at Remus' heart, a pained grimace contorting his face. Dean was biting back a howl of triumph. There he was, hook, line and sinker.
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Having tied the wizard to a rather nice chair inside of his cottage, Hermione placed both wands and the bobble holding her hair in a tangled bun on a side table before stalking towards him. She looked a wild thing, and the dagger in her hands added danger of the highest degree. Shaking her curls free of the knot, Hermione raised the dagger and cut away the open flannel shirt covering Fenrir's chest.
"Just say the word and I stop," Hermione breathed against his ear, her free hand tangling in his long hair and tugging his head back.
"I won't cower to a bitch like you!" He spat, trying to pull free but instead only yanking his hair loose in her fist.
Rather than being upset, Hermione just chuckled deep in her throat as she leaned forward again and sank her teeth into his shoulder through his flannel.
"I am a bitch, yes, but I'm top bitch and you're just a weak wizard. Come on, don't you want to be feared? To be truly powerful?" There was blood leaking from the wound even as she licked her lips, grinning at the ragged pants Fenrir was expelling through gritted teeth.
She could see the hunger in his eyes even as she tugged his hair back again just to see his throat strain. She was nearly getting off just from dominating who assumed he was an alpha male. It made her all tingly inside.
"I'd rather have respect than be feared!" Fenrir spat, actually spat at Hermione in his rage. A brighter flash of gold had Hermione snarling and leaning into his face. Her hot breath spanning his skin and making him shiver.
"Oh, you don't know true fear yet. But you want respect? Lead. You hide out here in this village, drinking and brawling in pubs, that's not respect, that is complacency." A growl accompanied the last word as she snapped at his face even as she released him.
Stepping back, she twirled her dagger before drawing a thin line down the center of Fenrir's chest. At his hiss, she smirked wickedly and then cut just above both of his nipples, watching the blood well up.
"Fucking bitch!" He screamed, yanking hard at his restraints and throwing his head back in pain.
"Mm, I love the smell of blood. But I love the taste even more," dipping her head down, Hermione lapped at the beads of blood, nipping at his skin even as her tongue soothed and healed the shallow cuts.
Panting now, Fenrir looked at the girl with a mixture of lust and loathing. Lust because it's been so long since he last shagged a decent bird, and loathing because she was a beast hiding in human skin.
"Taste the darkness, Fenrir Greyback, and see just what you are missing." Tipping his head back, Hermione forced a kiss and kept eye contact, sending her memories into his mind to show just what he could have if he joined them.
While a fully trained witch or wizard could have done it any other number of ways, Hermione only knew this way to share information without the other person entering her mind the traditional way. She needed a tether to them beyond simply touching them with her fingers, and she had discovered kisses to form a temporary bond, just enough to share what she wanted.
When she pulled back, Fenrir had blood on his teeth from her kiss and a gleam in his eyes.
"Alright girl, you and your Dark Lord, you have a deal. My wand for the war."
"What of your fangs?" Hermione gave a question even as she vanished his ties, settling onto his lap as he rubbed the soreness from his wrists. "Your claws?" She added, leaning forward and running her tongue along his throat. "Your viciousness?" Here a nip on his pulse.
"Those," he growled, though in poor mimicry of her own, "I'd rather use on you." Running his hands up her thighs, gripping his fingers into the loose material of her bloomers. While her outfit made little sense to him, he couldn't help but be great she was basically in undergarments.
A deep chuckle rumbled in her chest as she rocked against his growing bulge in his trousers, nipping at his skin even as her fingers dipped down to undo the fastenings and running her claws down his trail of hair teasingly.
"You are mine, Fenrir, welcome to the Pack," and with a flash of a dark gold light, they were no longer in his home,but instead sprawled on the floor of the throne room.
They were slightly surrounded, mostly older teenagers and a few young adults like Hermione. What stood out the most, was the old wolf seated on a wooden chair next to the throne.
Hermione stood seamlessly from where she was straddling Fenrir and moved toward the grizzled old wolf, nuzzling against the old man's throat before moving to join her fellow wolves below the dais.
The old wolf didn't acknowledge Hermione, instead standing and making his way to the floor to look over Fenrir where he was trying to stand and keep his eye on everyone present. Fenrir didn't do a good job, considering he was completely surrounded.
"So you are the one my pup was sent after." The wolf's voice was a pure growl, giving very little note of even being part human. "I guess you'll do. A bit old for my tastes, but what the Dark Lord wants the Dark Lord gets." While speaking he was looking Fenrir over before throwing a glance at Hermione, a cruel grin stretching his thin lips over jagged fangs.
"One of the younger pups are bringing our wands, I didn't want to risk him trying to get away before we're through here." Hermione spoke up, the first time since their arrival. She was leaning on one of the other girls, running her fingers through the long blonde hair.
"You tricked me!" Fenrir screamed, tugging his shirt closed and wincing at the tugging of his still weeping cuts. Not only was the pain distracting But it was no longer arousing and his cock was quickly deflating because of his current situation.
"Oh, I'll still shag you, Fenrir, but you have to pass a test first." Hermione tossed his way, nuzzling the girl she was against and giving that same little growling purr he involved in her not long ago.
"What kind of bloody test?" Fenrir was uneasy asking, and her answering look made it doubly so.
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