DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), adult topics, sexual scenes, swearing and violence
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Basically Harry x Draco
This has not yet been Beta'd.
A/N: AU! This is set before the great battle. The incident with the tower did happen, yet it was not Snape that killed Dumbledore, but Bellatrix, so he is still allowed in the order. Draco and Snape stay in Grimmauld place as Sanctuary and have effectively switched sides. Of course, the dark lord does not know where they are, nor does he know Snape is a spy. He does, however, know that Draco failed in his task and is missing since.
'text' is thought
"text" talking
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Creatures of the Night
Chapter 10: HARRY Moon
Faster, faster, faster! Wind flicked through his hair, teeth bared in annoyance and increasing infuriation. Alex was a mere flick in the distance, one he would not have been able to track had he been a normal human. He needed to keep up, needed to learn, needed speed! Why was this so difficult? Why wasn't he getting it right?
Ever since Hogwarts, no, even before then, he had run most of the time. Away from Dudley away from bully's, to class when late, to people in trouble, from Voldemort, and during the war. He wasn't the fastest in the world, but he had built up stamina over time, even increasing his speed. Thinking of it now, he had expected himself to keep up and that thought plagued him. For some reason he imagined himself to be faster than this, to be faster than Alex, though he didn't know why.
Faster, faster, faster! He tensed his muscles, straining forwards with a low growl. Alex was a werewolf, one that knew how to work the magic given by the wolf. Knew how to link with it and use it. He keened softly, releasing a puff of mist.
He was one too though, wasn't he? He had always been able to adjust to the impossible, why not now? He had accepted magic in a world he thought had none, he had accepted his fate even though he felt powerless and out of control. He had learnt how to kill when he had never thought himself able to swat a fly. It was one more thing to add to his list. One more thing to learn. One more thing to overcome.
He was a werewolf. Werewolf! He acknowledged it slowly, came to reality one by one. His life had changed again and there was nothing he could do but get used to it. Nothing he could do but close his eyes, take a deep breath and wake up from whatever slump he thought himself to be in.
A wolf he was, wolf he had to be from now on. Magic was gone for the most part, and it was up to him to find those he had left behind, no simple solution to it. He needed to dig his paws into the dirt, rake his nails against the surface, the pads softening the heavy thunderous blow as his muscles relaxed. He needed to cherish the wind that blew through his hair, feeling the fleeting coolness increase, though it somehow didn't bother him.
When his eyes focussed, he found himself much closer to Alex, gaining swiftly. A sudden ring of trees was breached and at the point where he almost passed the other brunette, Alex stopped in the middle of the clearing. His eyes were wide, sharp, yet slightly out of focus as if restraining something.
"Not everyone learns to accept it as quickly as you do." Alex whispered with a brash smile on his face. "But there's something else you have to learn how to accept." He didn't speak a word after that; instead Harry followed his encouraged gaze up to the moon. As the moon affected the sea, so it would change him too. Once the full moon came, most of him would never be the same. Not the way he felt, nor the way he perceived things, not even the way he looked.
A hesitant gulp escaped him, and a flicker of doubt entered his mind. There had been a time where he had been scared of Remus. When he thought Remus' loss of control that night they lost Pettigrew would kill him. For Remus had lost that contact with humanity, and for that instant, Harrys face had been no where close to familiar.
Would that happen to him? Would they turn on him? Would he turn on them?
His breath hitched and his eyes widened, those meaningless thoughts leaving his brain. He heard a faint humming, a soft glow surrounding the pale moon. He cocked his head to the side, entranced. That familiar feeling beat his heart faster. Why couldn't he hate it? It mocked him, a constant reminder of how he could never be normal again, how his life had forever changed. Why couldn't he seem to hate it? What was wrong with him? The damn thing hung there cursing him and all he could do was feel enchanted by it?
A tightness filled his chest, he could hardly breathe. Something oddly...familiar. The more he looked at it, the further off he felt from the world. Detached, almost as if it were the only thing in existence. That humming, that soft humming. He knew that voice, had tried to find it no matter where he went. With sudden clarity, he knew why the moon called out to him, and he could no longer find the words to say he hated it. He could never hate the moon, could only love it. The moon gave him a fleeting glance at something that meant the world to him, and a soft smile flit across his face.
Draco. As pale as the moon, as enchanting, as mocking and as teasing. Just as bright, just as mesmerising, just as important to his life. How could he hate something that reminded him of Draco? It was thinking about the blonde that made everything seem better. He had been through too much with his friends to loose them to something like this, but Draco was someone he knew without a doubt would be there for him with open arms.
Werewolf? It was a chance to study a species Draco had always been curious about, not to mention it potentially made Harry a more powerful person.
Looking down at his outstretched hand, he felt like he had finally gotten the means to protect Draco from harm. Against Death Eaters, against the world, against whatever had been after him the day of the final battle...He needed to hurry up and leave this place.
"If this can help me...if it can make things better, then I wouldn't mind the sacrifice." Harry whispered, glancing at Alex as he spoke.
"You're abnormally calm about this."
"I'm abnormal full stop." Harry grinned. Had he ever truly been normal? "Teach me."
"You need to remember these feelings. You need to rely on your humanity, because once I teach you the basics it will start to take control. Kind of like the imperious curse, it will drag you down. You think you can handle it?"
A massive smile lit up across Harrys face.
"Shaking off the imperious is one of my specialties."
"Look at me." Emerald eyes found brown with instant curiosity. He started in confusion as Alex started growling, low in his throat, soft at first as if threatening. He stalked closer, growl intensifying, getting louder and sharper.
Those eyes were suddenly closer to the ground, teeth longer and bared. He had no time to move before he felt searing pain through his leg.
'Fuck!' he growled, trying to kick the shifted wolf off his leg. His aimed punches only solicited a soft keen from Alex, and a slight tightening around the flesh.
"Get off!" He grabbed an ear and pulled. Alex let go, but latched onto his ankle, having Harry trip over and almost rip a tendon. "Get off!" Alexs ears almost flattened as a roughness suddenly laced Harrys shout. A rough, heavy and intense sound that made him want to back away.
Alex shook his head, the ankle moving from left to right in between his jaws.
It had been a trick! Had they been sent by Fenrir, or had they simply wanted Harry out of the way? How stupid and naive had he been to trust them? To follow a werewolf into the woods? What could he do? What could he do?! He had no time to think! Had no time to do anything!
He was angry, ashamed he had fallen for such a ploy! Furious, out of breath! His body tingled, his muscles ached. Why did his body feel so sore? His arms, his chest, his neck and spine, they seemed to shudder and his mouth jerked with an outraged gurgle of a growl.
"Get off!" He shouted angrily, his features seemed to twitch and going on instinct he bent over and sunk his teeth into Alex's neck. The pain was still there, burning hot and cold, and the sensation of biting through fur hadn't been as unpleasant as expected. His teeth had sunk in further o the point where he thought he could scrape against muscle and vein.
Alex yelped, he withdrew quickly, trying to shake Harry off him. Harry, however, was a massive black wolf compared to Alex's average honey colour frame. He was also stronger, and unlike Remus' frail, walking on two legs wolf form, Harry was a healthy sheen of fur and solid muscle: a larger than life looking wolf.
Alex lowered himself to the floor slowly, making sure to relax and seem as nonthreatening as possible. He panted, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. Harry felt the other calm down, he clamped down harder, the metallic tang in his mouth felt satisfying. With a sickening thunk to reality, Harry let go of Alex, backing up, tail between his legs at the thought he had liked causing someone else pain.