Knockturn Alley was dingy and gloomy as usual.
The stale, grey streets were half-full of unscrupulous wizards and magical creatures that the society scorned. It was a stark contrast to bubbly and vivacious atmosphere of Diagon Alley. The stores that those people frequented catered to the wizards and others' demands that Ministry of Magic strictly regulated or even forbade. It was a heart of shady witchcrafts that no normal person dared step in.
Severus Snape was not normal in such aspect. He had shed fair drops of blood in his hand as a Death Eater and was uncannily talented in dark magic. Despite his supposed opposition to his former master after the war, he still stayed in touch with other previous Death Eaters that escaped convictions after the war. He was no stranger to this unsavory and sinister part of magical society. In fact, he felt more home in this place than he ever did in other places. He had used to feel at home in Hogwarts, but his deal with Dumbledore soured the sentiment.
He was now navigating through the twisted roads for thirty minutes, and he hadn't found any trace of that damned Gryffindor werewolf. Dumbledore said that Lupin would more than want to help find missing Harry, but Snape thought it was completely unnecessary. There was no doubt that Lupin far exceeded an average wizard's capability, but Snape knew that whatever that mangy werewolf could do, he could do much better with a flawless finesse.
However, what irritated him the most was Dumbledore's obliviousness to Snape's general hatred towards werewolves. It was none other than Lupin that almost killed him a decade and half ago in Whomping Willow, and to ask Snape to work with Lupin showed how Dumbledore cared. Then again, he never punished the Marauders for their deliberate attempt to prank him with a werewolf. It didn't matter to Snape that Lupin wasn't himself when that happened or that he didn't actively bully him in school. All that mattered was that Lupin was a friend of that wretched Potter and Black and did nothing to stop their disgusting behaviors.
The Potter junior is probably just as spoiled and disrespectful, thought Snape bitterly. He didn't give two shits about the kid himself but protecting the brat at all cost was his only way to repent his irrevocable mistake that led to Lily's death. That was why he made a deal with Dumbledore from the beginning. If the boy turned up dead, he would never be free from his self-hatred and guilts.
Snape finally got tired of walking around and entered a bar that he used to frequent as a Death Eater. The premise was known to host criminals and dangerous creatures, and the owner often hid them from Ministry's hunts for financial gains. Malfoy and Lestranges had come here to recruit creatures and wizards for Voldemort's causes, and Snape often acted as a mediator.
"Been a while, Severus. How have you been doing?" The owner said with a surprised face when he saw Snape sitting in a stool near the gate.
"I would say mediocre, Barrett," said Snape.
"Heard you are now a professor. It must be a pain, eh?"
"Most of them are indolent and undisciplined brats. I am in it only because it's convenient for me, and Dumbledore barely criticizes my teaching."
"A talented man like you has a high standard that ordinary men can't reach," Barrett chuckled. He swished his wand and summoned couple glasses of different drinks. "Tea? Port Wine? Pumpkin Juice?"
"Tea," Snape answered curtly. A cup of chamomile tea gracefully landed in front of Snape, and the other glasses disappeared. "I am actually hear to ask for simple information."
"I might have an answer. Go ahead," Barrett tilted his head.
"I am looking for Remus Lupin."
"Then you are in the right place…kind of," Barrett scratched his head. "He actually works here as a bartender. Makes good mix of spices. It must be his heightened sense as a werewolf. He should have checked in an hour ago, but he hasn't. It's unusual for him to be absent without saying anything. Why, has Hogwarts started to allow alcoholic drinks for seventh grade students?"
"I can't tell why I need to talk to him, but I guarantee that it won't hurt your business," Snape didn't respond to Barrett's joke and cut to the chase. "I will compensate you well if you tell me where he lives."
"You don't have to pay me for that, Remus is not a dangerous man," Barrett shook his head. "Just turn right when you leave here and go straight for five minutes. When you see a three-way intersection, turn left and look for the number Forty-Two. It's easy to find it since the house is a little cleaner than others."
"Thank you, Barrett. That's all I needed to know," Snape put down two galleons and one-shot his tea. He then started to stride to the gate. "I will get going."
"Hey, that's too much for a cup of crap tea!" Barrett shouted, but Snape ignored the owner and kept walking fast.
Six minutes later, he found a small apartment with a number pad 'forty-two.' He knocked, but there was no response from inside. When he gave a light push, the door opened to his surprise.
"Lupin?" Snape called loudly, but there was no response. "Dumbledore wants to talk to you. Don't waste my time more than you already are."
When no one answered, Snape grunted annoyedly and went inside the house. There was nobody in the kitchen, bedroom or in a bathroom. The bed was clean but looked recently used. There was a half-eaten toast and a cup of pumpkin juice in the kitchen, and it looked that Remus was here at some point of the day. However, it wasn't like Lupin to leave the door open.
Homenum Revelio. Snape cast a detection spell, but it picked up no sign of living beings. He then wondered if he was kidnapped by others for any reason, but the house didn't show any signs of struggle. A fine wizard like him wouldn't be easily ambushed, but Snape couldn't understand why he felt uneasy for some reason. Something felt amiss, but everything looked ordinary.
He summoned a piece of paper and wrote:
Lupin, this is Severus Snape from Hogwarts. Dumbledore wants to talk to you. Respond as soon as possible.
He put the note on the kitchen table and left the apartment.
Deans Forest
Two naked bodies laid entangled on a grassy ground. The one on the top kept mercilessly violating the much smaller boy under his body despite the boy's plea to stop. Harry's abused hole flooded with copious amount of cum from eleven other werewolves and pooled under his pale ass. Every time the werewolf kept pounding on Harry's ass, it made large noises with their bodies slapping, and frothy cum that churned like cream from all the pounding splashed all over Harry's ass.
"His ass feels tight, doesn't it Will?" Ellis who had been watching leered at moaning Harry.
"Still virgin tight," Will exhaled heavily as he stopped pounding and came deep in Harry's ass. Harry panted and tightly held on to Will and spilled his seed on his already filthy, defiled body. "His ass gobbles up my cock like a hungry whore even after we fucked the shit out of him."
Harry stayed laid and didn't say anything. The ruthless pressure in his prostate sent Harry into indescribable overload of electrifying pleasure and sultry, hot state and drained every bit of energy from him. He felt cum slowly flowing over his eye lids and block his visions, and his chest moved up and down slowly.
"What kind of ten years old kid gets horny so easily? Do you think his lycanthropy has anything to do with it?" Will held Harry in his arms. Harry's eyes glazed over and stared into space. "And his scar seems a little dull on edges. I thought it should look like a lightening scar?"
"What's the deal with the scar?" Ellis scoffed.
"IT's a common knowledge that the scar was a result of the Death Curse rebounding to You-Know-Who. No one has ever blocked a Death Curse." Will gently touched Harry's scar.
"I am sure that you can block pretty much anything with a fucking frying pan," Ellis spat. "Let him walk on his own."
"What? Do you not see how tired he is now?"
"Don't talk like you actually care, idiot. Hey slut, stop looking like a princess and stand on the ground."
"Look, it's not necessary-"
"I am fine, Will," said Harry quietly. When Will hesitated, Harry hopped off from Will's arms and managed to stand despite overwhelming post-coital exhaustion. His ass felt so wet from gallons of cum freely flowing down his legs and collecting around his feet. He looked away when Ellis hungrily stared at Harry's cum-stained state.
"You are such a cum bucket, Harry. God, I wish you had a vagina. Imagine coming from a cunt and a cock," Ellis sneered.
"Does your sexual fantasy ever end?" Will rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure Mr. Greyback would love that too," Ellis snickered. He then pointed to the east and said, "there is a lake two minutes from here. Go that way and clean yourself. Better be back in twenty minutes at his cabin, or you don't get dinner."
Didn't eat that much at Dursleys anyway, thought Harry. Ellis and Will then left Harry behind and returned to the base, and Harry began walking toward the direction that Ellis told him to. Despite his poor vision, it didn't take long to find the large body of water that beautifully reflected the evening sunlight from its surface, surrounded by late summer breeze and a dense woodland that exuded refreshing pine aroma.
Harry slowly immersed himself in the cold water and started diligently rinsing off the cum stains. He would feel comfortable and at peace in this silent woodland if it weren't for the insane sequences of events that happened to him. He would usually be cooking dinners for Dursleys and pick the weeds in the garden by now, but instead he was washing himself in a lake naked, covered in sticky white fluid, and held captive by werewolves.
Strangely, his bare state didn't bring as much shame as he thought he would. He remembered Dudley hiding his clothes in a dumpster to prank him and his gym classmates laughing at his pathetically scrawny body. He hid himself in a locker room for a whole day, and his gym teacher ended up calling annoyed Dursleys, who then scolded Harry for losing his clothes and starved him for a day. It was one of the most self-conscious moment in Harry's life. Why he didn't feel any need to cover himself now, he didn't know.
"That only means that you are born to be a werewolf whore," something whispered in Harry's head. He frowned at the jeering voice that kept taunting and calling him names while the werewolves were having their ways with Harry all morning and afternoon. He wondered if it was because Fenrir bit him.
"You are a slave either at Dursleys or here, there is no point going back," said the voice with the cruelly. Harry hated the voice but hesitated to deny it. The voice was right. Living with Dursleys weren't so better. Cupboard, chores, disdains from the teachers and his relatives…there was nothing favorable about it. The whispers continued when Harry didn't retort.
"You spread your legs to them, and you liked it," the whispers grew more and more malicious, "that's what you want; forget about everything and let them devour and taint your essence. Disgusting, filthy freak that needs to be-"
"Stop!" Harry shouted and covered his ears. He heavily breathed with his eyes tightly shut. The sinister voice abruptly stopped, but the words 'freak' and 'whore' echoed in the back of his head back. Dursleys called him that for last ten years, and Harry didn't want to hear that from this imaginary voice inside his head adding another cruel insult. He vehemently denied that he was a freak every time his relatives said he was, and he refused to waiver in his belief now. He was not a 'whore' either, whatever that meant.
I just got too confused by everything, that's all, thought Harry. I am not a whore.
He vowed that he would live independently when he grew up, and the fact that he was now stuck with these werewolves didn't change his conviction. He was too confused and disoriented by what happened to him for last half day, but his head was now clear and focused on one thing.
He refused to live like a slave.
"You think that now, but wait until Fenrir touches you again," the voice taunted him, but Harry ignored it and resumed cleaning himself.
Five minutes later, Harry was heading back to Fenrir's cabin. He noticed that there were only a few werewolves near the base including Ellis and Will who were preparing some kind of roasted wile animal over a fire. Ellis whistled vulgarly when he saw Harry, making him blush.
"You came faster than I thought," said Will. Harry wordlessly nodded.
"Did you touch jerk off while you were bathing?" Ellis gibed.
"No," Harry said firmly. "How long am I going to be here? When can I leave?"
Ellis' face turned numb for a moment, then contorted with laughter. "When can you leave, you ask? Well, here is the answer: never."
"I don't want to be here forever," Harry didn't back down.
"Say whatever you want, but won't let you go," said Will as he put more small wooden logs in fire. "Look, you can't leave. Where the hell would you go? Your abusive relatives?"
"I don't know, anywhere but here or there."
"Let him dream all he wants, Will. He won't say that when he wiggles his ass like a whore," Ellis snickered.
"I am not a whore, or whatever that means. I just got…carried away by what happened today," Harry fought back. He ignored Ellis calling him a 'whore' again and headed to the cabin. When he opened the door, he saw Fenrir and Siobhan waiting for him in a living room.
"You look gorgeous, my pet." Fenrir licked his lips. "Get out, Siobhan."
The brunette werewolf that had given him pitiful eyes earlier nodded. She weakly smiled at Harry, patted his shoulder and went out. Harry noticed that there was an unconscious man with a blindfold lying on the floor around Fenrir's feet.
"Who is he?" Harry looked at him with concerns
"Your tutor."
"My tutor? Why?"
"So that you will properly learn magic. Now, sit on my lap." Fenrir tapped his thighs. When Harry didn't move, Fenrir frowned.
"I want to leave," Harry mustered the courage and spoke, "I don't want to be here like some-some kind of slave. That's how my relatives treated me. I would like you to let me go."
"Oh, you want to leave," said Fenrir softly, but his yellow pupils turned into sharp slits.
"I-I am just going to be a burden anyway," Harry kept pushed himself, "I don't need any money. I can figure it out. I am used to not eating for couple days, so-"
Fenrir took two large steps in a blink, roughly held Harry by his neck and slammed him against the wall. Harry made choking sounds and flailed his leg in a desperate need for air.
"You must be a full-blown moron to ask me to let you go, or even think that you can leave here," Fenrir's grab tightened. The sharp nails tug into Harry's neck and made it bleed. "I thought that getting your ass rammed by twelve men would be enough to beat you down, but obviously you need more discipline. I was going to go easy on you, but fuck it. Rennervate!"
Fenrir's wand shot a faint red light to the unconscious man and jolted him. He made an unintelligible sound and moaned. Fenrir kicked him in the stomach and yelled, "get up, Lupin! Make yourself useful for us for once in your life!"
"Wh-where am I?" Lupin tried to look around, but the blindfold made his attempts futile.
"You don't remember who I am?" Fenrir growled ominously.
"Greyback," Lupin whispered. There was both a fear and hate in his voice.
"Evanesco," Fenrir chanted again to remove the blindfold. The rag dissipated into black smoke and revealed a pair of terrified green eyes. He gasped when he saw Harry.
"First me, and now that child? Let him go!"
"Not a chance, Lupin. There is a reason why I brought you here," Fenrir chuckled. He slid his hand over Harry's forehead and flashed it to Lupin. "Does it look familiar, Lupin? Does it?"
"Harry," Lupin gaped, and despair filled his voice. "Why is here? How did you find him? Why is he naked?"
"Lost in a forest. I happened to be loitering around the same forest and smelled his lovely, delicious," Fenrir licked Harry's earlobe, "scent."
"Don't hurt him," Lupin begged. "Please, you can eat me or cut off my limbs but leave him out of this."
"I wasn't going to," Fenrir threw Harry on his bed and swiftly cast a spell to bind his wrists with a rope. Harry made a squeaking sound from the werewolf's rough handling, "but because he had a fucking nerve to ask me to let him go, I am going to make sure to teach him that I own him. You will be surprised by how slutty he is when I touch him."
"You sick fuck!" Lupin shouted. He then turned to Harry and said, "Harry, don't let him confuse you. You are not a sl-whatever he calls you. He is a monster. Don't listen to him."
"This is Remus Lupin, your parents' friend," Fenrir ignored Lupin's plea and introduced Lupin to Harry as if he were a kindergarten teacher. "Lupin knew your parents very well, and he is also a werewolf. He is very kind, sweet, and gentle," Fenrir looked genuinely disgusted when he said the last three adjectives.
"You knew my parents?" Harry asked, surprised. "But my aunt never told me anything about my parents other than that they died in a car crash."
"Harry, they didn't die in a car crash, they were-"
"-murdered brutally," Fenrir talked over Lupin, "yes, they got killed by a crazy terrorist who went by You-Know-Who. They died protecting you, Harry."
"They died because of me?"
"No, no! It's not your fault, Harry!" Lupin desperately shouted at stunned Harry. "They willingly sacrificed themselves because they loved you, Harry. And you somehow defeated You-Know-Who! You saved everyone! Your relatives lied to you!"
"They died because they deliberately resisted You-Know-Who," Fenrir grinned gleefully, "so sad, isn't it? They thought they were brave and honorable, but in the end, they ended up dying like fools. From what I heard, You-Know-Who was actually after you, so yes, it is your fault."
"I am the reason why my parents died," Harry muttered in a shaking voice.
"NO, IT'S NOT, HARRY! DON'T LISTEN TO THIS MON-"
"Silencio."
Lupin's screaming voice abruptly disappeared. He tried to make any sound, but nothing came out of his mouth.
"I thought it would be fun to make Lupin convince you that you aren't responsible for your parents' death, but he is way louder than I thought," Fenrir played his wand around his fingers. "Like I said, he obviously likes you. He is very skilled in magic, too, which is another reason that I hired him for you. That being said-"
Fenrir summoned a piece of wood that disturbingly resembled a phallus, and he wetted it generously with his spit. He then commanded, "on your knees, pet."
Harry obeyed to Fenrir's command, having lost all his courage to resist him. Despite being young, he had a rough idea of what would happen if he refused to listen to Fenrir. Fenrir's wand made another swishing movement, and it produced a hole. He stuck the wood piece. "Fuck yourself with this dildo, pet."
"What?" Harry numbly asked.
"I said, fuck yourself with this dildo while look at your parents' friend," Fenrir glanced at Lupin who seemed to say something without any voice coming out. "That's your punishment. If you don't, this is what happens. Diffindo."
A wide slash appeared on Lupin's worn-out shirt. The spell ripped his shirt and showed scrawny chest that was as bad as Harry's. "See what this spell does, pet? Now, if I cast it again on his chest-"
"I will do it!" Harry shouted. "I will do it, Fenrir. Please. Don't hurt him."
"Good whore." Fenrir licked his lip. He then yanked Lupin's collar and forced him to sit on a chair nearby. "Look at him, Lupin. He's so eager to give you a good show like a whore. Have you ever met a prostitute before? Well, here is one. Start fucking yourself, pet."
Harry gulped and placed his ass on the dildo. The dildo was wet and somewhat warm from Fenrir's spit, and it helped Harry easily slide the dildo into him. He moved his lower body up and down and moaned when the dildo hit his sweet spot.
"Do you see this, Lupin?" Fenrir tapped Harry's hardening cock with his hand. "He's got a natural whore body. So willing to take in this fake cock in his ass. Let's make this more fun."
Fenrir transfigured the dildo to be larger and have small bumps all over its surface. "There. Let's see if his greedy ass can take it."
Harry felt discomfort as the enlarged dildo and bumps forcibly expanded his inside, more then when Ellis rammed his fingers in the morning. He, however, bit his lips and started moving his ass at faster rate to force the toy go deeper inside him. His ass became wet from his own secretion and acted like a lubricant. The sultry moans almost escaped his mouth, but Harry resisted them.
"I told you," the malicious voice whispered again. "Not exactly what I envisioned, but you are enjoying it. You know that you aren't doing it just for that poor werewolf."
"Shut up," Harry mumbled.
"What did you just say?" Fenrir cupped Harry's chin threateningly.
"I-I didn't say anything."
Fenrir slapped Harry. Blood dripped from Harry's lips, and Fenrir yanked him by his hair. "Don't take me as a fool, whore. I will ask again: what did you just say?"
"It-it wasn't for you," Harry quickly answered. The dildo slid out of his ass, and the clear secretion wetted the bed sheet. "There is this voice in my head that keeps telling me that I am a whore, so I told it to shut up."
"A voice in your head?" Fenrir contemplated for a bit. His eyes widened in a realization, then he laughed. "So, your imaginary friend in your scar told you that you are destined to be a whore. How amusing. More reasons to keep you."
"I don't want to be a whore," Harry sniffed. Suddenly, the tears that he had been holding uncontrollably flowed from his eyes and dropped from his delicate face.
"As if your opinion matters to me, pet," Fenrir apathetically responded, caressing Harry's pale thighs. His hand slowly traced down to Harry's ass. "What I am doing and will do is nothing compared to what wizards did to our kind. Can you imagine how satisfying it will be for me to see the wizards' faces when I fuck you in front of them to show that you are nothing but a fuck toy? How their savior is reduced to a mindless whore? And he-" Fenrir pointed at Lupin who was on verge of fainting from the heinous sight, "-is a disgusting traitor who can only repent by helping us avenge our fallen comrades."
Fenrir's face was oddly expressionless, and it unsettled Harry more than the older man's usual animalistic grins. "I didn't do anything."
"Oh, you didn't. But you are a paragon of a good wizard," Fenrir pushed Harry and made him face the bed. "And good wizards are nothing but hypocrites."
Fenrir held Harry firmly in his laid position and rammed his thirteen-inch cock in the boy's ass. He grunted from Harry's inside tightening his cock and thrusted in such a fast pace that the entire bed kept shaking from thrusting motions. Harry grabbed onto the bedsheet and buried his mouth on the bed to resist the moaning, but it was getting increasingly difficult as he could feel his cock rubbing against the bed and leaking pre-cum.
"Like it, you slut? How did you like being fucked all day? How did it feel to be filled by cum inside your belly like a pregnant bitch?" Fenrir increased his thrusting pace. When Harry didn't respond, Fenrir forcibly lifted Harry's chin. "Answer me, you slut."
"I-I don't want this-ugh!" Harry's breath hitched from Fenrir's particularly forceful thrust. He almost bit his tongue when he tried to hold loud moans.
"Why resist now, whore? You said that you will do anything to please me. What caused you to change your mind?" Fenrir harshly twisted Harry's nipples.
"I-I don't want to -eugh! T-to be a whore-" Harry's speech came out in a disconnected manner, "I-I don't deserve this. It's not-aah! It's not fair-"
"Life isn't fair, slut." Fenrir stopped thrusting and brushed Harry's sweaty hair. "If life were ever fair, you wouldn't have lived with your relatives from the first place. You wouldn't have been lost in the wood and be kidnapped by me of all people. Your life has been screwed from the moment that your parents died. So –" Fenrir took a deep sniff from Harry's neck, "-forget about being fair. Just give up and be ready to live like a slut."
Fenrir's hips abruptly resumed thrusting and pounding, sending Harry to a carnal bliss. No longer being able to resist the jolting pleasure over his spine and ass, Harry lewdly moaned and writhed in the bed. Fenrir grabbed Harry's cock hard and spread the pre-cum all over the cock.
"Give up," the imaginary voice spoke in an alluringly merciless tone. "Just give up and relieve your urge already. Stop thinking, and let your body do the work."
"I-" Harry wanted to refuse but couldn't finish his sentence due to his constant pants. The hot, sultry breathes and grunts from Fenrir and Harry filled the room and elevated the passionate tension and heat between two bodies lewdly colliding each other. His head started to feel foggy, and the logic was displaced by an endless thirst for more primal stimuli.
"Do you want me to stop, whore?" Fenrir asked. Harry murmured, but it was hard to understand. Fenrir asked again, "do you want me to stop?"
"N-no."
"Say that again?"
"No!" Harry shouted, lost in a lust and heat. "Don't stop, don't stop, oh god-don't stop…"
"Answer me. Are you a whore?"
"Say it," the malevolent voice pushed Harry further and further. "Say that you are a whore. You are filthy and disgusting freak, and you like spreading your legs."
"YES!" Drenched in sweat, Harry gave up and threw away last bit of his resistance. "I-I am a whore. I am filthy and disgusting freak, I like spreading my legs. Oh god, please-"
"Good pet," Fenrir's mouth triumphantly widened. He gave the last hard thrust with a satisfied growl and spilled thick streams of werewolf seeds inside Harry. Harry simultaneously relieved cum on a bed sheet like he was pissing and moaned from the climatic orgasm. His hands were shaking from exhaustion and lost their grabs on the bed sheet.
Fenrir flipped Harry to face him and licked Harry's cum-filled ass. He took a mouthful his own cum and forcibly kissed Harry. His meaty tongue explored every corner of Harry's mouth to indulge in the boy's taste. Harry, unlike last time, reciprocated the kiss by entwining his own tongue with Fenrir's and swallowed the larger man's cum. Too enervated and lax, Harry slowly fell asleep.
"Who would have thought…the Boy-Who-Lived is a Horcrux," thought Fenrir. He touched the lightening scar and sniffed it. There was a unique prickling sensation in his nose that indicated the presence of dark magic, and he had known that there was a sinister force residing in the boy's forehead since he caught him yesterday. However, he never thought that Voldemort would actually leave a piece of his soul in a toddler.
Fenrir glanced at Lupin who passed out long ago and was frothing at his mouth. An idea popped in his head, and he poked his wand hard on Lupin's collarbone.
""Ich bin dein Lehnsherr," Fenrir chanted in a low voice and slightly rotated the tip of his wand, daher wirst du gehorchen."
An ink-like substance smeared into Lupin's collarbone and formed a sigil that resembled a wolf's head. The sigil brightly burned in a crimson light then completely disappeared. Fenrir smiled widely at his own invention. It was one of his controlling spells that only his pack knew about.
"Rennervate!"
Lupin immediately opened his eyes, and when they landed on Fenrir's face, Lupin let out a silent scream of profanities. Fenrir snickered and chanted a spell to remove Lupin's muteness. "You filthy pedophile! How could you! Dumbledore will hear about this!"
"Dumbledore won't know jack shit about this," Fenrir gloated. "I was going to use you as Harry's teacher, but I have decided to give you more responsibilities."
"What is it?" Lupin kept looking back and forth at Fenrir and Harry. "If you want me to do what you did to Harry, I would rather kill myself."
"Not that, you moron. I can make you fuck him, but you aren't strong enough to satisfy that slut anyway."
Fenrir scratched his head and contemplated.
"Do you know what Horcrux is?"
"No. I have never heard of it."
"It's a container that harbors one's piece of soul. Harry happens to have gotten a lightening scar, and he says that he hears a voice tells him that he is a whore and should accept that."
"Harry is not a whore," Lupin emphatically denied.
"And what does it have to do with his scar? Nobody really knows other than that it was there after Voldemort -no." Lupin paled.
"Exactly." Fenrir walked back and forth in his room.
"I have heard from other werewolf packs that there is a rumor of strange paranormal activities in Albanian forests. I always thought that Voldemort wouldn't die that easily and that the rumor had to do with him, but I didn't have any evidence. Now, I do. Voldemort's remaining piece of soul may be wandering in the forest, and my pet is Voldemort's Horcrux."
Lupin stared at Fenrir, dumbfounded by his unusual and calculating manner. He always knew Fenrir as a violent, bloodthirsty and impulsive monster. This…deductive and thoughtful behaviors were uncharacteristic of Greyback. He calmed himself down and asked, "why do you care that Harry is this-Horcrux? And how do you know if it's really a Horcrux?"
"I escaped conviction by pretending to be a muggle tramp, remember? Pretending to be stupid and gullible is one of my specialty. I know a lot of stuff that even that know-it-all Dumbledore doesn't," said Fenrir proudly, "which is why I cast my own, unique spell on you. Here."
Fenrir snapped his finger. The sigil on Lupin burned angry red, and Remus screamed and writhed in pain. Wide scratches and bite marks appeared and disappeared blinkingly as if invisible wolves were attacking him. Fenrir watched Lupin suffer for two minutes and snapped his finger again. The sigil disappeared, and so did the agonizing torture.
"From now on, you are part of my pack," Fenrir declared. "You cannot leave my pack without my explicit permission. You can't attack me or my pack, or other werewolves even when you are under their attacks. You can defend yourself, but you can't hurt the werewolves unless I allow you to. You can't relay any information that my pack or I give you to anybody outside this pack by any means. If someone tries to use Legilimency or Veritaserum on you, your body will be shredded like pulled pork, and the spell will transfer to whoever attempt to interrogate you."
Lupin threw up on the floor from the pain's trauma. He took a deep breathe to not faint again. The starvation and the short but terrible torture almost pushed Lupin to unconscious state, but Lupin managed to pull himself together. "What do you want from me?"
"Like I said, I want you to teach Harry magic without going to Hogwarts," Fenrir sat on his chair and rocked back and forth. "You don't seem to know, but werewolves can use magic without wands. I use it only because I got used to it, but I don't strictly need one."
"Professor Dumbledore will eventually find and save us, Greyback. You won't get away easily when that happens."
"If it happens," Fenrir snorted. "This forest is protected by my own invention of stealth spells and wards. Why do you think that the ministry hasn't found this place yet? I designed these spells so that only the werewolves can cast them. No regular counter spells can bring them down."
"I am sure Professor Dumbledore will figure it out. He always did."
"Oh, did he leave my pet at his relatives because that old fucker knew that they would abuse my pet? Or did he leave in such a destitute state on purpose?"
"hey abused him?" Lupin was shocked and muttered.
"I am going to abduct Dursleys on the upcoming full-moon and make my pet eat them," Fenrir rubbed his hands in anticipation. "So you better be ready to come up with some lesson plans, or I will rip off your limbs and make you crawl for a week."
Fenrir barged out the cabin, leaving helpless Lupin behind.