Title: The Boy Who Became Wolf
DISCLAIMER:This story is based entirely on the story J.K. Rowling has brilliantly made. She and her associates own all of the characters (excluding the ones I made up). This story is made simply for enjoyment and no money is being made from this. No copyright or offence is intended.
Warnings: Eventual slash, AU, Angst, Violence, Language
Pairings: Draco/Blaise, Hermione/Ron, Ginny/Dean, Neville/Luna; eventual Harry/Draco
Rating: T or as some like to say, PG-13
Summary: After the final battle, Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf and flees. He creates a pack but after receiving his vampire inheritance, he is forced to return to Hogwarts, where he fights against a rising Dark Lord and a dangerous romance. SLASH.
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Chapter 10
Harry stared blankly at where Malfoy last stood, his mouth still swollen from the wild kiss he had gotten from the vampire. Trembling, he reached up to touch his lips.
Fuck, he breathed before sliding down the splintered tree to sit against the trunk. He hadn't felt so strongly about someone for years ever since Xavier had left. Xavier… That bastard. Harry scowled. Just like always, his heart seemed to ache at the sound of the name.
Xavier Slayton could only be the man of every girl's dreams. Handsome. Sweet. Thoughtful. Chivalrous. Funny.
But Harry had fallen victim to his charms. His pack had warned him, but he was adamant on their relationship. It took two years of pure commitment before everything came crashing down. It took a single slash across his face before they became archenemies. Harry had promised himself he would never fall for another man ever again. But here he was, feeling the same butterflies in his stomach from whenever he went to meet Xavier.
Groaning, Harry pushed himself off the ground and transformed into his wolf form. Loping towards a nearby pond, he took a leaping jump into the water and began swimming around, desperate to wipe off Malfoy's scent.
After five minutes of relentless bathing, Harry padded onto dry land and shook his coat dry. Panting slightly, he returned back to the kill site where his pack was waiting.
What did he want? Cyrena asked, lifting her grey head to pierce her Alpha with murky brown eyes.
Nothing important, Harry replied, shrugging.
No one said anything else. It was clear to the pack that something certainly did happen between their Alpha and Malfoy.
Anyways, Harry continued. We should be getting back to the castle. I have classes tomorrow and we need to find out when Lord Merdeneth is going to attack.
Grumbling, the members of pack lifted themselves off the ground. Harry snapped back at his complaining pack before trotting off towards Hogwarts.
Just as they reached the boundary of the Forbidden Forest, there was a weak rustle of leaves. Abruptly stopping, Harry's ears stood up, alert as he listened for any sound of movement.
Did you guys hear anything? he asked.
Lucan looked at him confusedly. I didn't hear anything.
Neither did I, Hana echoed.
Suddenly, another rustle sounded and the entire pack stopped breathing. Subtly, they inched closer to their Alpha, determined to protect Harry from whatever danger there was.
Frowning, Harry changed back into a human. He waved away his pack, who took a step back warily. He took a step towards a patch of ferns and crouched down.
/Syrene, my beauty. Is that you?/
A black head poked out of the leaves and slithered forwards. /ss. Master. I have returned./
Smiling softly, Harry gently stroked the snake. /Your scales shine of sadness Syrene. Where is Lilthe?/
/I tried Master but he was too strong./ she hissed.
Harry gave the agitated snake a soothing touch. /Who Syrene? What happened to Lilth?/
Syrene dipped her head. /The Harmony captured Lilthe. I am sorry Master. I was able to escape, but I don't remember from where./
/Oh Syrene,/ Harry said sadly. Poor Lilth. The youngest of all the snakes and the sweetest as well. /We will have vengeance my beauty. For Lilth. But come, I will carry you back to the castle./
Hissing in agreement, Syrene slithered onto his arm and around his neck. He patted her comfortingly.
Harry turned around and faced his pack with a solemn look on his face. "Lord Merdenth has Lilth," he said in a hard voice. "And I'm going to be damned if I let that bastard win."
His pack flinched slightly at his cold voice. Harry's determination often led to recklessness and life threatening situations.
Stomping back towards the castle, Harry missed the grey eyes that were following his every move.
Draco rolled over for what seemed as the millionth time before settling on his back again. It seemed that Potter's green eyes would be forever imprinted in his mind, clouded with lust and pleasure…
Bloody hell, Draco groaned mentally. He was in deep shit now.
Grabbing his wand, he cast a quick Tempus and the time popped up.
"What? Ten forty?" Draco nearly yelled as he jumped up. He had spent the entire night thinking about bloody Potter and his gorgeous—
"Here we go again," Draco muttered. "Potter, Potter, Potter. Maybe Blaise is right. Potter is the only one in my mind."
Feeling slightly guilty, Draco changed quickly and set out from his private rooms towards the staff room, where a staff meeting had started forty minutes ago.
Stupid Potter for being so irresistible. Stupid Potter for being a submissive. Stupid Potter for being so powerful. Stupid Potter for being a brilliant professor. Stupid Potter for—
Draco stopped abruptly. Potter? Professor?
"Merlins balls," Draco suddenly whispered. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, Morgana's tits, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Potter was a bloody professor. Who would be attending the very staff meeting Draco was on his way to. So much for avoiding The-Boy-Who-Lived for the rest of his immortal life.
Resting outside of the doorway, Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It would be like the good old days when he and Potter ignored each other. Yes, back to the days of rivalry, fighting, and grudges.
Suddenly, the door he had been previously leaning on opened and Draco stumbled rather ungracefully onto the floor.
"Draco?" Neville's shocked voice asked. "Blimey, are you ok?" He leaned down to help him up.
Draco's cheeks burned with humiliation as he hefted himself up. What would Harry be thinking? He needed to prove himself and gain the submissive's love so—
Wake up Draco, he scolded, mentally slapping himself. There will never be a Harry in my life and I certainly don't need to prove myself for Potter.
Walking towards the empty chair, Draco sat down regally and regarded Potter's amused eyes with a cool gaze.
"Problem, Potter?"
Harry shook his head and glanced away, a small smirk still noticeable on his face.
Minerva looked around the table and fixed Draco with pointed eyes. "Now that all of the Professors have arrived, we can go onto more important issues." Looking away from the sheepish Potions Professor, Minerva continued. "Are there any particular concerns about any student at Hogwarts?"
Filius Flitwick stood up on his tall chair and waved his arms around worriedly. "There's been an outbreak of dungbombs in the Common Room and no one can figure out how to get rid of them. Evidence shows the products are from Weasley's Wizarding Weezes."
Harry snorted at the name of the Weasel's company. Draco narrowed his eyes at the raven-haired hybrid.
Minerva looked over at the half-gobiln with interested eyes. "Is that so? Those Weasley's seem to produce a new product as often as a new Weasley is born!"
At that statement, Draco gave a loud laugh. Minerva had never said anything so true.
Neville piped up once Draco's elongated chortle ended. "I'm sure you can send an owl to Fred and ask for whoever's been buying their dungbomb products."
Nodding, Minerva hummed in agreement before turning to Potter. "What about you, Harry?"
"Nott," Harry said immediately. "And his cronies as well."
Minerva sighed. "We've been over this a hundred times Harry. I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."
"You can't do anything about a student bullying others? You can't do anything about student's practicing illegal dark magic in the castle? You can't do anything about the disrespect the students give us?"
"Harry—"
"And their Head of House! That bastard isn't lifting a single finger to punish or even deal with Nott!" Harry shouted, pushing his chair pack and standing, staring at Draco with heated eyes.
Raising his head, Draco met the furious eyes of Harry Potter, entranced in the wildness and hatred.
It seemed like hours, days, or even months until an awkward squeaked cough from Filius broke the tension.
Harry was the first to look away before he sat down in his chair again, eyes down with defeat.
"I apologize Minerva."
Pursing her lips, Minerva nodded her head at Potter before facing the rest of the staff once again.
"And now another problem arrives. Hogsmeade weekend. Are there any staff members who are willing to go along with the students?"
Draco frowned. There was no way in hell he was going to spend an entire weekend looking after childish students.
But then suddenly, Harry raised his hand. "I'd love to Minerva," the hybrid stated happily. "I've needed a new wand for a couple of years. It's been a while since I visited Ollivanders."
"I'll come with you Harry," Neville chirped up.
Minerva looked at the two Gryffindors with a fond smile. "Wonderful. We need one more volunteer. Anybody?"
Draco never figured out if it was just a rash impulse or if he was just plain insane, but he raised his hand and said in a cool voice, "I'd like to come along as well."
With raised eyebrows, the entire staff room looked at the blonde with incredulous eyes.
"You would Draco?" Anne Wei, the new Muggles Studies Professor, asked. On the first day Draco had applied for the Potion's position, he had clearly stated, with a couple of well-versed words, that he would not accompany students to Hogsmeade.
Rolling his eyes, Draco just nodded.
Still looking shocked, Minerva gave a small smile. "Then it's settled. Neville, you will wait in the Great Hall and take permission slips. Harry and Draco, you must walk with the students down to Hogsmede."
Harry gave a tight smile at the thought of walking next to the vampire, but nodded nevertheless. Draco did the same.
"Meeting dismissed," Minerva said after a few minutes of shuffling papers and silence. "Thank you all for coming."
Standing up, Harry was the first to exit through the staff room, almost positive that it was the most awkward meeting known in Hogwart's history. They had hardly reviewed half of the things planned, thanks to the unbreakable tension between the DADA and Potions Professor.
Groaning, he turned around the corner back into his rooms before stopping abruptly and nearly crashing into Lezander.
Harry looked into his former pack's face and saw weariness. The vampire had never looked so defeated before.
Deciding to ignore what had happened weeks ago, Harry took Lezander's elbow and led them into an abandoned classroom nearby. Once he closed the door, he turned to lean against the door.
"What's wrong Lezander? And don't lie to me. I've known you for long enough to know that something's bothering you."
Lezander sighed. "It's Sylvain and Jester. I've said some unforgivable things to them and now they're pretty resolute on ignoring me."
"Both Sylvain and Jester?" Harry asked in disbelief. Sylvain and Lezander had hardly, if never, gotten into fights.
"Both of them," the vampire repeated sadly.
Harry frowned. "What about the prince? It's his responsibility to care for his people and that includes you as well Lezander."
"This is none of his business!" Lezeander snarled ferociously.
Eyebrows rising, Harry stared at Lezander with calculating eyes. "Excuse me?"
"It was never his business." Lezander said again. "Our alliance was decided two years ago when we met you Harry."
Looking into Lezander's eyes, Harry only saw genuine regret. "Alright then," he said with a soft smile. "But that changes nothing. I understand that you're reluctant, but your blood demands obedience to Malfoy."
The vampire nodded in defeat.
"I honestly did miss you Lezander," Harry admitted. "You as well as Jester and Sylvain. Talk to them. They should understand that everything wasn't your fault."
"Thank you," Lezander breathed, glad that he had someone on his side.
Harry stuck out a hand, the gesture speaking instead of words.
Alliance.
Lezander took the smaller man's hand in his own and gave a firm handshake.
We may not be pack in Harry's eyes, but to me, I will always belong to him.
Harry met Draco outside the trail leading to Hogsmeade with a happy look on his face.
"What're you so happy about Potter?" Draco asked, still brooding over his decision to be a chaperone.
"Nothing," Harry replied cheerfully. "I'm just excited about getting a wand. It's been five years since I've had one. Bloody hell, I think I've almost forgotten what a wand feels like."
"A wand's practically a stick of wood," Draco snapped. "How can you forget what a piece of wood feels like, especially since you live with your pack of mutts in a forest of trees?"
Harry narrowed his eyes on Draco. "Bad day Malfoy?"
"You have no idea," Draco muttered before facing the crowd of students gathering behind them.
"Alright students! Settle down!" He yelled. His efforts, however, proved useless to the buzzing crowd.
Harry performed a silent Sonorous, much to Draco's jealousy, and faced the students. "Quiet down please!"
The crowd immediately silenced and looked at Harry with expectant eyes.
"Rules are the same as usual. Don't wander outside of boundaries, be back before dinner starts, nothing that can cause trouble, and alert a storekeeper or one of us if there is any trouble."
"Yeah, yeah we know. Can we go?" A student yelled.
Draco sneered in the student's general direction.
"Yes, alright. Have fun!" Harry said before canceling the spell.
A mob of students immediately began rushing past them and down the path to Hogsmeade, almost knocking Harry over.
Draco grabbed the hybrid's shoulder to keep him from toppling over. Sparing Draco a glance, Harry stood back up.
"Thanks Malfoy."
"Not a problem Potter."
The two of them began walking down in awkward silence
Finally sick of the lack of conversation, Harry turned toward the blonde.
"So. Uhm. What was with the kiss you gave me yesterday? Oh no, it would be today wouldn't it? Technically, it was around midnight but I'm not sure if it was exactly today when it happened."
Draco looked at the hybrid with amused eyes.
Oh Merlin Harry that's got to be the stupidest thing you've ever said, Harry moaned in his head.
With burning cheeks, Harry gazed away and began to walk a little faster. "Never mind," he mumbled. "Forget I said anything."
Draco smirked and lengthened his strides to catch up with Harry. This was just too much. "I'm pretty sure it happened exactly at midnight."
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry muttered.
Sighing, Draco fell into step behind Harry. "I don't know what came over me Potter. It was probably blood lust since I was out hunting and you just finished…"
Too much information Draco, he mentally scolded to himself.
Harry looked at Draco with surprised eyes. "I didn't think you'd answer that. And I'm assuming none of this goes to Zabini."
"And it won't, because you aren't going to open your bloody mouth." Draco hissed violently. "Don't try me Potter or I'll be forced to pull the 'prince of vampires' card."
"I wasn't going to," Harry replied, amused. "And your so-called 'prince of vampires' card doesn't affect me."
"Oh really?" Draco asked. "What about a dominant vampire?"
Harry immediately stiffened and looked away. "That's… different." He said.
While he was feeling slightly guilty at poking at such a sensitive topic, Draco continued. "Of course it is. But you don't need to worry; I've already got a bonded. Actually, you should be mourning the loss of such a great potential mate."
"Potential mate?" Harry nearly screeched, leaping back with wild eyes.
Forcing a laugh out of his suddenly closed up throat, Draco regarded the panicked hybrid with dark eyes. "Relax Potter, I'm not interested in you that way."
Then please explain that kiss yesterday. Or today. Or—fuck that. Harry thought.
The awkward silence descended on the two as they walked down a couple of stone steps.
"So, anyone caught your eye for mating season?" Draco tried to ask casually.
"Oh no, I plan to stay a bachelor for the rest of my life." Harry said with a pained note in his words. "I'm afraid no one meets my standards."
An eyebrow rose. "Standards?
"Standards. Expectations. Values. You pick. My trust isn't that easily gained." Harry replied stonily.
The bustling streets of Hogsmeade soon came into view and Harry's mood immediately brightened.
"Let's go Malfoy!" He said excitedly, feeling like he was a third-year again. "I heard they opened a Floo connection between Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley a couple years back."
Draco cracked a wry grin and followed Harry down the path, admiring the lithe body as they ran. Shaking out of his ogling, Draco mentally slapped himself for losing control.
Once the two Professors reached the two enormous fireplaces that led to Diagon alley, they turned to face each other.
"Why don't you stay here and I'll go get my wand," Harry suggested, suddenly remembering they were chaperones, not shoppers.
Draco shook his head. "I'm not going to let you go alone, especially with the bounty over your head from Lord Merdeneth. I'm sure Longbottom can handle himself for a couple of minutes."
Looking at the blonde with doubtful eyes, Harry looked back to see Neville making his way into Hogsmeade. "He can't see though," Harry murmured. "I don't want to leave him alone, no matter how strong his magic is."
Sighing, Draco spotted the Head Boy, a seventh-year Ravenclaw, and motioned him over.
"Mr. Williams, can you go to Professor Longbottom and tell him that we're," he motioned to Potter and himself, "making a small trip to Diagon Alley. Assist him until we return."
"Yes Professor," the Head Boy, Drew Williams, said before fighting through the crowds to find the blind Professor.
Draco turned to face Harry. "There. Problem solved. I'll have you know that Drew Williams is a very competent student who has won numerous duels in his age level and higher."
Sighing, Harry just grabbed a handful of Floo powder. "Fine. We'll go quickly though," he said before stepping into the empty fireplace and yelling "Diagon Alley!"
Once both of them stood in the Leaky Cauldron, Draco and Harry made their way through the milling wizards and witches, their heads down to prevent anyone from noticing their identities.
Harry marveled at how well they repaired Diagon Alley since the war. Sure, it had been five years, but the place looked ten times better than it did before. All the grime seemed to be scraped off the pavement and the walls, leaving everything gleaming and well polished. Windows were sparkling clean and even the store keepers seemed to be more lively.
Opening the no longer squeaky door, Harry stepped inside the dust-free room, astonished at the changes. Wand boxes were no longer in messy piles, but sat in neat, organized stacks according to cores, length, and wood.
"Mr. Potter," a scratchy voice sounded. "Holly and a Phoenix feather. Eleven inches and quite supple."
Harry gave a smile. "Hello, Mr. Ollivander. I'm sorry to say that the wand you had crafted is long gone now."
Ollivander smiled back and descended down the stairs slowly. "Yes, I was wondering when you were going to come for a new one," he said. "Though your new predicament might require a different type of wand."
"Oh," Harry replied lamely. "Well Mafloy and I are in a bit of a hurry, but please, take your time Mr. Ollivander."
Draco snorted at the contradiction.
Moving his cloudy eyes from Harry to pierce Draco with an intense stare, Ollivander said, "Pine and a vampire feather. Eleven inches and quite flexible. Hello Mr. Malfoy."
Harry stepped forward. " Mr. Ollivander, I was wondering. What do you mean exactly by a different type of wand?"
Ollivander looked at the Boy-Who-Lived. "Wizards that are creatures have cores relative to their species. If I could have a single feather and strand of fur?"
Shrugging, Harry turned to Draco. "Take them for me?" He asked before changing, not allowing the Potions Professor to give a decent answer.
A small obsidian wolf stood in Harry's place and looked up at Draco with the same green eyes that had plagued his dreams for many nights.
Swalloing, he bent down and brushed his hand through the wolf's fur. A single strand of fur dislodged and Draco wordlessly handed it to the wand-maker. Standing again, he regarded the black wolf with interested eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, Potter made a gorgeous wolf.
Harry shifted into his human form again and closed his eyes momentarily to allow his wings to burst out of his back. Black, emerald, and grey feathers brushed the walls and Draco's figure.
Reaching up, Harry gently pulled a black feather and flinched as he felt small spark of pain. Draco hissed in unison, his vampire side unhappy about the pain the submissive had felt.
Gently handing over the feather, Harry looked on with intrigued eyes as Olivander took the feather and strand of fur into the backroom.
"Would you two like to come in? I believe that you, Mr. Potter, deserve to see the creation of your very own wand."
Draco felt very faint. Wandlore was a very ancient practice and no one outside of the select few families knew how to make wands. To be able to see the creation of one was every wizard's dream.
Ollivander led the two excited wizards in the back room, where a small table was surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of cabinets. A single black knife sat on the side of the table. Sitting gently into the wooden chair, Ollivander placed the feather and piece of fur on the table and began murmuring under his breath.
"Holly… No can't be anymore. Cypress… Pine… Yew… Silver Lime… Oak…Ash…" The list went on and on before Ollivander finally paused and reached into a nearby cabinet to pull out a piece of crooked black wood. Taking his knife, Ollivander delicately cut the wood into perfect halves while chanting softly in his breath.
The magic became heavy in the airy as Ollivander placed the feather, and then the fur into a cauldron, which hissed and spit purple fumes. Using his bare hands, Ollivander reached inside the bubbling concoction of liquid and pulled out a fused strand of black, glistening with what one can only call as magic. Placing the piece into one half of the wood, the fused strand of feather and fur melted into the wand. Ollivander clasped the two halves together and began chanting again, strange verses of Latin, Greek, and Czech echoing the room. Magic seemed to swirl around the wand as the two halves were brought together and pressed, the crack sealing itself.
Draco didn't even notice that his jaw was hanging open like a gaping fish. He watched fascinated as runes began carving itself into the wood, creating delicate and mesmerizing patterns. Ollivander hoarsely laughed.
"It appears Mr. Potter's wand is very possessive of its owner. Werewolf wands often react similarly to this," he explained.
Finally, the last of the runes were carved and the finished wand clattered noisily onto the desk. Ollivander picked up the wand and inspected it head to toe.
"Blackthorn and a blend Werewolf fur and vampire feather. Twelve inches and unyielding." Glancing closer to read the runes, Ollivander's eyebrows rose. "Untraceable and loyal only to its master.
Draco began to feel jealously bubbling up in him. Stupid Potter for having everything special.
Harry accepted the wand as if it would break with a single touch. He looked at the black wand with mystified eyes as a rush of power ran through his body, silver and gold sparks flying out of the wand.
"A perfect match," Ollivander breathed. "A powerful wand for a powerful master."
"Thank you very much Mr. Ollivander," Harry babbled. "It's perfect. I can't thank you enough. How much for the wand?"
Ollivander was still staring at his creation with dazed eyes. "For you Mr. Potter, the wand is yours without charge. I cannot ask for payment for something that has always belonged to its Master."
"Thank you," Harry repeated. "For making this wand, and for allowing us to see the creation. That alone is valuable enough."
Draco snapped out of his entrancement at Harry's statement. "Thank you Mr. Ollivander," he said sincerely.
Ollivander gave a knowing smile. "There is nothing to thank me for. Good luck on your journey Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy."
"Thank you!" they called back as the two wizards exited the wand shop.
"Wandlore…" Draco whispered in a awed voice.
"Merlin, I don't think I've felt so giddy since I realized that I could fly without a broom!" Harry exclaimed back, momentarily forgetting they were enemies.
Harry held up his wand and looked over it in awe.
"What do you suppose all these runes say?" Harry asked the blonde. "I've never taken Ancient Runes."
Draco shrugged. "I've never seen them before and that's saying a lot, considering I've been taking Ancient Runes since I was eight."
Sighing, Harry pocketed the wand. "We should be heading back to Hogsmeade. We've been in Ollivanders for almost an hour now."
"An hour?" Draco exclaimed. "That was much longer than I expected. We should be getting back then."
Both Professors began hurrying down Diagon Alley and toward the Leaky Cauldron, where an enormous group of people were crowding around the fireplaces.
"Merlin, what's going on?" Harry cried as he pushed through the horde of people.
In front of the fireplace, several students were helping out others, who all looked rumpled and frightened.
"What happened?" Harry demanded to the students.
A fourth-year Hufflepuff, who Harry recognized as Jenna Farckle, looked up with horror filled eyes.
"Hogsmeade's under attack!"
AN: Long chapter huh? This was a really fun chapter to write and I absolutely love it. Hope you did as well. Thank you all for the reviews and I promise this story will not be abandoned. So don't haunt me (hint hint Yin Long Nocturne)! I will probably update every Sunday or Monday. I also intend to finish this story by the end of this year and start up a new one I'm already planning. Thank you to Pri-Chan 1410, Zei , Makurayami Ookami, SakuraMona, TearfullPixie, and dancingpineapple (especially you for reviewing every chapter) for the reviews! You guys, along with the rest of the readers, are the reason why I keep writing! Thanks again!