Title: I'm A...
Rating: R (for non-graphic rape)
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characaters belong to JKR and no copyright infringment is intended. No profit of any kind is being made (except for the pure joy of getting to write this!)
A/N: Hey guys, two posts in one night: SHOCKER! I just couldn't get this out of my head, and I hope you don't mind. Please don't kill me for doing what I had to do!


A new Healer was sent up, as Hartisf was sent to her Head-Healer's office to be reprimanded. As the young man replacing her walked towards Harry's room, he noticed a man outside of it, sitting as though lightly dozing. He put the figure out of his mind as he entered the man's room.

"Mr. Potter?" Harry was alone in his bed, reclining and reading the Daily Profit. He folded it before acknowledging the boy's presence.

"Yes?"

The boy was nervous as it was, being in his hero's company made him shake. "Uh...I'm...er...your replacement Healer. My...uh...my name's Jerald Malfoy."

"A Malfoy, huh?" Harry smiled slyly and held out his hand to shake Jerald's.

"Yes sir."

"No need to call me sir. Harry's fine. So what's the news?"

"Well...Harry...we looked into it, cases where human form lycanthropes bite people aren't so common. Hartisf was correct in that you wouldn't be werewolf, but..."

"But what?"

"There's some kind of infection spreading, if I do a spell test, I can show you what I mean." Harry nodded his consent and the boy pulled back his comforter. He pointed his wand at Harry's chest, and mumbled a spell Harry couldn't quite make out. A purple ribbon seemed to squirm out of the tip of the wand and shot at Harry's chest. There was a momentary pain, before Harry looked down, and little purple beads were lighting his skin.

"You see, sir – ah, Harry – those light beads you're seeing represent a foreign body infiltrating your system. There's some virus in there, but we can't figure out what it is or how to get rid of it."

"Well, I feel fine."

"And you seem to check out. We've just got to do some more research before we let you go."

Though agitated by the current circumstances, Harry could understand that this young man was doing all he could. So he nodded and the boy turned to leave. Suddenly he stopped and turned around.

"I wanted to thank you for trying to save my half brother, Draco. We weren't close, in fact, I only met him once. But I knew he was your enemy. It only shows you really are pure at heart, as he told me."

"I'm sorry. You're Draco's brother? I thought you were his son. I didn't know Luscious remarried?"

"He didn't. My mother, Narcissa, chose to take the muggle path and had me with a sperm donation. She gave me her husband's name, who was still Luscious, then. I am a Malfoy."

"Oh. That's surprising. I knew Draco had one son before his death came."

"I've never met him. Draco's wife does not believe my mother loved Draco, so I never see her either."

"Oh."

The boy nodded and turned to leave again, before turning around quickly again. "Did you know? There's a man sitting outside your door?"

"No. Thank you." The boy finally left and Harry rose out of his bed, slowly. Still, the potions he had previously taken made him strong enough to stand on his own. He shuffled over to the door and it opened. He knelt down next to Remus, lifted the man's face with one fist, using the other hand to hold the back of his gown shut.

"Remus? Remus, my friend? Wake up."

Remus breathed in, and looked up at Harry, sleepily blinking. "I guess I lost track of time."

"Hermione went looking for you. I'm sure she'll be back soon when she doesn't find you. Come, you can sit somewhere more comfortable than the floor, I think. Though I'm not making any promises." He smiled at his last comment and helped Remus rise, the two of them leaning on each other for support.

They both fell, sitting, onto the ruffled bed surface. "How long were you out there?"

"I...I left and sat there. I was thinking...No...Hermione should be here when I ask you this."

"Ask me what?"

"I have a favor to ask you."

"Whatever you want! Name it."

"No, this is not to be taken lightly Harry. It's Hermione's decision, too."

"Alright, we'll wait." After a moment of awkward silence, "What's new?"

"Nothing. Are you okay?"

"The doctors said I have some sort of virus, but I feel fine. They're trying to find out what it is."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"That's alright. It's not hurting me."

"Right."

"Have you been to see Molly, lately? Perchance?"

"No. I haven't. I should have gone to see her before the full moon, she and Tonks always seem to worry about me."

"Did you want to send them an owl, let them know you're alright?"

"But I'm not," Remus let out a breath he hadn't been aware of holding. "I'm not alright. I'm terrible. I'm awful! And it's all your fault!"

"Mine? My fault?" Harry touched his own chest lightly, prodding at himself.

"Yes, yours!" Remus pressed his palms to his temples, trying to ignore the blinding pain he was in.

"What did I do?"

"You were you! The way you smell, the way you talk, the way you act, it's driving Moony insane! And he needs to take a new mate now that Sirius is gone! He wants you!"

Harry stared at Remus for a moment before pushing a stray lock of raven hair out of his eyes. "I'm sorry. I don't understand. Wouldn't a werewolf want a mate of a different gender?"

"Not if the lycanthrope is gay!" Remus was crying again. He pulled a bit on his golden-grey hair and stared imploringly at Harry. "You're supposed to be my mate. I can feel it."

"I...I can't be your mate Remus. There's no way I'm supposed to be your mate."

"I know that! But earlier...when I attacked you...it felt so...right."

"Remus..."

"I know you aren't my mate! You don't have to tell me again!" He stood up and was glaring at Harry, his eyes shining manically. Harry pushed himself towards the headboard.

"Remus, please calm down. I know you're aggravated. I understand. Please, just..."

"No, you don't understand Harry. You never will!" And just as Remus was about to leave – leave Harry for good because he couldn't handle the pain anymore – his spine stiffened. He turned and again, jumped on Harry.

Harry tried to push him off, just like before. Screaming, "This isn't you, Remus! Please!"

But the circumstances, the open space, Harry's gown, the bed, made his job easier. Harry was weak from the previous attack, and with a thick growl, Remus flipped him. Harry strained, his muscles writhing under Remus' body.

"Stop it!" He was pushing against the mattress, trying to topple Remus off of him. He heard Remus undoing his zipper, shimmying his pants off, climbing on top of Harry. "Stop, Remus, you're really going to hurt me if you do this. Don't let the beast take over! This isn't you!" He struggled, but suddenly felt a burning sensation as Remus entered him. "Arghhh!" Harry gripped the bedding around him tightly, pressing his eyelids together as tears worked their way down his face. He couldn't speak anymore.

Remus didn't take long to finish, and when he did, he jumped off of Harry as though he had touched fire. "I...I have to go!"

Harry flipped himself over, wincing as he did it, "No, don't go! Don't leave! You wanted to talk, we'll talk! You did what you had to do."

"No...No...I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Stay!" Harry jumped up and latched onto Remus.

"Harry, let me go!"

"No! You're staying here!"

Remus grabbed Harry's wrists and pushed the man off, shoving him to the floor. "Let me be Harry! I've already ruined your life enough!" And he apparated. Disappeared. Left.

Harry stared at the spot where his friend had stood for a long time, sitting back on his hands and silently crying. Not sure of what had just happened, he had no clue what to do. That was until his Healer came back. Harry composed himself, swiping the tears off his face quickly and looked up at the Healer from his spot.

"I guess your friend left?"

Harry nodded curtly.

"Sorry. Um...yes...well, we found out some very good news, Mr. Potter! The virus that runs through your blood is only one half of the Weren virus. So unless you are bitten by the same werewolf, or the virus enters your bloodstream in the next 72 hours, you'll be fine. Otherwise, and this doesn't seem likely, does it? You'll become a full fledged Lycanthrope."

"Wait. Um...so, my kids would be werewolves too?"

"I'm sorry?"

"He just...my friend? He...well, let's say the virus just entered my system a second time."

"Oh. Oh...I..." The Healer blushed, "I'm so sorry. I suppose I'm just the bearer of bad news today, Mr. Potter." The boy hung his head.

"No, it's fine. I don't care. As long as I'm not going to be having werewolves for children."

"No. No, you won't. Because as I said, if you are bitten by a lycanthrope who has not transformed...or...ahem...have sexual intercourse with one...you only receive half of the virus. Unless it enters your bloodstream a second time within a 72 hour period, you'll be fine."

"So my wife? My offspring?"

"They'll be fine."

Harry nodded and rose from his spot on the floor. He shook the young man's hand and smiled sadly. "Thank you so much for all of your help, today Jerald. Am I free to go?"

"Yes, sir."

"You wouldn't have seen my wife recently?"

"I have, actually. She was walking down the hall. Would you like me to get her?"

"No, I'll give her time. Thank you, though."

Jerald nodded and said his goodbyes before leaving. With that, Harry peeled off his gown and started donning his clothes.

As he was doing the zipper of his pants up, Hermione walked in. She smiled at him and sat on the bed. "I saw the Healer in the hallway, he said you got to go home now. Did you find out where Remus was? I couldn't find him anywhere."

Harry pulled his sweater over his head and walked over to Hermione. "Yes, I found him. He never left, he was right outside my room. Hermione, he wanted to mate with me. He raped me."

Hermione gasped and ran a hand through Harry's hair. "Oh my God."

"I'm fine. I'm in a little pain, but I'm fine, really. But, I've got some bad news..."

Hermione wiped at a tear that was starting to fall down her nose, "What could be worse than that?"

"I'm a werewolf."