Ch. 11 Mating Wedding
"What can we do for you Mr. Riddle?" Mrs. Potter asked.
The small group were still in the kitchen. Mr. Riddle had taken a seat across from the Potters and Sirius, a cup of tea made by Sirius nursing between his hands. Harry could not help but stare at the man. He was so different, yet so familiar. His eyes were far from the amber he saw last night, yet there was something Harry recognized in his now dark brown eyes, his smile revealed severely pointed canines that Harry remembered from when Mr. Riddle growled at him, and his voice… was too familiar to Harry for this to be the first time Harry heard it.
"No, no, today is about what I can do for you, Mrs. Potter," Mr. Riddle said. "I wish only to help your son during his early transition. I am sure Sirius has told you already, but just in case I would like to repeat that I had no idea of my son's intentions last night, I believed that Harry had your permission to be with us that night. Also I was led to believe that both of you have approved of allowing Harry to enter the pack as a human. To be changed at a later date, hopefully when both he and Cedric were in their twenties. Instead, it seems we have another case like Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"Draco? You mean Harry's friend?" Mr. Potter asked.
"Yes, he was changed shortly after moving in with his boyfriend's family, the Weasleys," Mr. Riddle nodded.
Boyfriends, Harry mentally corrected.
"Wait, does that mean our Harry—"
"No, he will not have to move in with Cedric, nor does Cedric have to move in with Harry," Mr. Riddle said. "In fact, that situation is something I am sure we both would rather avoid. Mr. Malfoy lives with the Weasleys due to unfortunate circumstances."
"Draco's parents died in the same car crash as Cedric's," Harry explained softly.
"Exactly," Mr. Riddle nodded. "And ever since then, Cedric has been living with me as my heir while the Weasleys were kind enough to take in Mr. Malfoy. However, that subject is not what we are here about today. No, we need to find a way to stop, or suppress, this bond that Harry and Cedric now have. This bond will pull each other closer, it will pain them to be apart. Normally this will not be a problem, as bonded werewolves are usually married or live together, however due to my son's idiocy and hormone-crazed body, that is obviously not the case."
"So what are we supposed to do, Mr. Riddle?" Mr. Potter asked. "What exactly will happen to my son because of this bond?"
"He will become agitated at times, showing signs of melancholia, and, at the worst times, seek ways to be with my son," Mr. Riddle said. "It is natural to say that the same will happen to Cedric, though at a larger degree due to his status as an Alpha."
"How do we stop it?" Mrs. Potter asked. 'Cedric is a nice boy, but I do not want him barging into our home."
"Yes, well, I am thinking of fooling their bond," Mr. Riddle said.
"Fooling it?" Mr. Potter asked.
"Yes," Mr. Riddle nodded. "Even now, my son is feeling a strong urge to be near Harry. This urge will be problematic for both him and Harry. As we speak, Cedric has taken it to himself to lock himself in his room, though I believe we both can agree that we don't want to lock our sons in their rooms forever until they are of aged to get married." He chuckled kindly, as if he had laughed the same way too many times. "That will undoubtedly do more harm than good."
"It will," Mrs. Potter said. "Harry had just started getting out of his room. When we lived in Surrey, he would spend most time in there."
Because of my cousin, Harry thought to himself.
"We've already told Harry that I will be driving him to and from school," Mr. Potter said. "At least for the next two weeks. We want to limit Harry's interactions with Cedric, we don't know what this will do with his anxiety."
"Is it that bad?" Mr. Riddle asked.
All three of the Potters and Sirius shared a forlorn look, the adults looking at Harry, who's attention returned to his lap as he moved to the back of his chair, everything suddenly feeling extremely heavy.
It was Mrs. Potter who answered, speaking hesitantly. "When Harry was young, he had a… very severe attack. We were visiting my sister, and at the time my brother in law's sister, Marge, was visiting too. Marge is… a strict person, she breeds bulldogs, see, and she brings them over whenever she was visiting. Harry had a small panic attack while we were there and, we honestly don't know why but, Marge's dogs suddenly lunged at Harry. James had to physically restrain the dogs while I tried to get Harry to calm down. He collapsed on the floor tearing at his chest as if he was having a heart attack and couldn't breathe."
"And that woman had the nerve to yell at me for kicking her dog. Ripper I think was his name," Mr. Potter said bitterly.
"I see," Mr. Riddle frowned. "I did not know that it was that severe. Is Harry on medication?"
"Yes, ever since," Mrs. Potter nodded. "And ever since then we were… a bit overly cautious, I would say with Harry."
"A natural response," Mr. Riddle said. "However, if we can focus back on their bond. In order to trick their bond into thinking that they are closer than they are, even when they live in separate housing, I propose to stage a mating ritual, a wedding if you will, that they will have properly once they are of age."
"Wait, wait," Mrs. Potter frowned. "You want Cedric and Harry to be married?"
"In a word? Yes," Mr. Riddle said. "This will not be an authentic wedding, mind you, just real enough to fool the bond between them."
"And how will this fool their bond?" Sirius asked.
"When my son transforms, his instincts mostly take over," Mr. Riddle said. "He still has his mind and can speak intelligently, but his reasoning becomes animalistic. 'Harry is my mate, I am his Alpha, he is mine. I need him.' Thinking like that. The faux-wedding will ensure that our sons' animalistic instincts, their wolves if you will, fully believe that they are completely together. Harry is Cedric's and Cedric is Harry's Alpha. With that thought inside them, it does not matter how far away from each other they are, that belief will control their need to be physically near each other and prevent any agitation, unusual behaviors, and, in Harry's case, extreme panic attacks."
The Potters were quiet for a second, absorbing Mr. Riddle's words. "So," Harry said, looking up at Mr. Riddle, "the wedding is going to trick Cedric and mine wolves, so we can stay at our own homes?"
"That is correct Harry," Mr. Riddle nodded.
"Okay… Mum, Dad, I want to do it," Harry said softly, looking at his parents.
"Harry, this is a wedding we're talking about, marriage," Mrs. Potter said.
"But it's not actually a wedding," Harry said. "And besides, Cedric and I can have a real wedding after university."
"It's for the best Lily," Mr. Potter said.
"I know it is James, but… they're so young! To be having a wedding at their age, even a fake one…"
"It will just be us five," Mr. Riddle said. "Yourselves, myself, and my son. No need for a reception, no need for fancy suits. Harry and Cedric will stand in front of me, and I will bind them together. It will take around ten minutes for us to fool their wolves, and afterwards we can live normal lives until it is time for the two of them to be properly married."
Mrs. Potter frowned in thought for a moment until nodding slowly, "Okay, okay that would work I suppose. But what about the full moons?"
"Harry will be joining us for those naturally," Mr. Riddle said. "I will give you my word that he will stay by my side. Furthermore, the next full moon my son will not be attending. For punishment's reasoning. I would like for that meeting to be what last night should have been about: introducing Harry to the pack."
"Okay, that's acceptable," Mrs. Potter nodded.
"Good. Now, if I may, I would also like to offer my services to teaching Harry how to control his magic," Mr. Riddle continued.
"Thank you for your offer, but we have already agreed to let Professor Dumbledore teach Harry magic," Mr. Potter said.
"I see… that is disappointing," Mr. Riddle frowned.
"Disappointing?"
"Yes, the old man and I are at odds," Mr. Riddle said. "We have been fighting intellectually for almost forty years now, ever since I was twenty-five. The old man believes that we should separate our magical abilities from our true natures as werewolves. While I believe otherwise. What we are, what we have, the gift to transform into powerful beasts and yield magic, is a gift that both needs nurturing. He is intelligent and wise, I will give you that, but he is also an old coot if he believes that we can separate who we are. Wizards, what an offensive name."
"Well then… either way, we think it would be best for Harry to learn from Professor Dumbledore," Mr. Potter said. "I mean, he is already the headmaster of Hogwarts."
"I see… very well then," Mr. Riddle said, though he still looked disappointed. "However, I will insist that I teach Harry how to control his wolf. Like it or not, he is an Alpha's mate now. As such he will have responsibilities and abilities that the others do not." His eyes flicked to Sirius as he said that.
"Ok," Harry nodded before his parents spoke. "I'll do it."
"Excellent Harry," Mr. Riddle smiled. "Now, I must be off, I have suddenly become very busy. I hope to see you before the next full moon Harry, where I expect all of my pack to show up, regardless of age. Good day."
He stood up and excused himself, walking himself out the door.
The Potters and Sirius looked at each other in silence for a few moments. Even after the front door opened and closed, the four of them were silent. Harry did not know what to say, he felt both relieved yet extremely hurt. He was worried about what Cedric was going through and hoped that the boy did not regret anything they did last night.
Harry got his answer the moment he stepped into Hogwarts School. Two big, muscled arms swooped Harry up and Harry only saw Cedric's face for a nanosecond before their lips were smashed together and moans were rumbling from both their throats.
"Pup, oh Pup I missed you, Harry," Cedric moaned. "My Pup." He began kissing Harry's neck, where a scar was starting to form where the Alpha had bit him.
"Alpha, please," Harry mewled. "Missed you too."
Cedric moved Harry against a wall where the two pressed against each other, Harry wrapping his legs and arms around the older teen as the Alpha assaulted his neck and bite mark. Their cocks grew hard and tears welled in Harry's eyes as pleasure overtook him.
"Never letting them take me from you Harry," Cedric growled. "Missed you so much."
"Love you," Harry gasped.
Cedric suddenly stopped kissing Harry. The boy looked at Cedric in disappointment only to see the teen frowning.
"I shouldn't have done this," he said. "I'm sorry Harry, I, I took this too far this weekend."
"No!" Harry screamed. "Don't blame yourself! I wanted it! I wanted you to mate me, to—to fuck me." His voice turned into a whispered. "I wanted to belong to you in every way I can. And I still do." He took Cedric's hand and slowly moved it down towards his butt. He pressed Cedric's hand against his clothed ass where Cedric felt a sex toy shoved in Harry's hole. "Alpha," Harry whined. "Don't blame yourself. It's both our faults."
"Pup," Cedric sighed. "You are too good to me."
"I love you Cedric."
"I love you too Harry," Cedric said. He carefully dropped Harry to the floor and held his hand. "Come on," he said. "Let's get go find the others."
"Okay," Harry nodded. The two walked down the school's corridors, unaware of the angry, jealous set of eyes following them.
Hogwarts after being mated was surprisingly still the same for Harry. His friends celebrated that Harry was now a werewolf, Ron wrapping an arm around Harry's neck declaring, "You're a real dog now, Harry!" while Hermione just watched slightly disapprovingly.
"Did you two even think of the consequences?" she berated.
"No, but I've talked to my parents and we're going to work through it," Harry said. "Cedric is only allowed in the house for now whenever my Mum or Dad is with us, he is not allowed in my room at all, and my Dad is driving me to and from school. Also, Professor Dumbledore is teaching me magic, my first lesson is actually today after school, while Mr. Riddle is teaching me how to control my wolf."
"That's… actually good," Hermione said. "I was worried that you would get yourself hurt."
"No, I won't," Harry said seriously. He looked graven, and closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out all thoughts, before opening them again with a smile. "Anyway, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll see you guys in Professor Flitwick's class."
"Alright, see you Harry," Hermione said, and she and Ron walked off.
Harry turned around and started to make his way to the nearest bathroom on the floor. He was thankful that it was empty as he walked into a stall and locked the door behind him. Cedric had performed a charm so that Harry didn't need any bowel movements, but he still needed to pee like a race horse. I shouldn't have drank all that water during lunch with this in me, Harry chastised himself as he pulled down his pants and bent over the toilet slightly to pull out a large, vivid-red dildo. He moaned as it was pulled out, his wide hole feeling suddenly empty as a stream of pee came from his flaccid dick.
"Shit!"
He quickly aimed for the toilet with one hand as he held the dildo with the other. When he was done, Harry pulled his pants high enough to walk out of the stall and washed his hands and dildo. Dropping his pants again, Harry leaned over the sink and reached back to reinsert the dildo, biting his lip to keep from moaning.
Flash.
"I never knew an Alpha bitch would be so hot."
Harry froze. In horror, he turned his head to see Cormac McLaggen standing by the closed bathroom door, a phone in his hand and a victorious smirk on his face.
Flash.
"Damn, don't stop just because of me Harry, keep going," he said. "This is going to my private collection."
"McLaggen!" Harry said. He scrambled to put on his pants, his face heating up in shame and anger. "What the fuck—"
"Damn, one day as a werewolf and you're cursing so much," McLaggen said. "Diggory is such a bad influence on you."
"Delete those pictures," Harry demanded.
"No, I think I'll use these pictures at night," McLaggen smirked. "Unless you offer something else for me to use?"
"Fuck off."
"I would rather be fucking you," McLaggen chuckled. "It's going to happen anyway, soon enough." He chuckled darkly as he slipped his phone into his pocket and approached Harry. Harry glared at him but found he was backing up. His anxiety was starting to act up.
"W-What do you mean?" Harry demanded in a wavering voice.
"What I mean, Harry," McLaggen smirked. He and Harry were only six inches apart now, McLaggen towering over Harry as he found himself backing into the sinks, "is that I'm going to take over the pack. First by getting rid of your boyfriend, then his father. Afterwards, I'm going to fuck you over, and over, and over again until you submit to me."
"N-No!" Harry screamed. Cormac chuckled darkly and reached out towards Harry. Harry's eyes closed and he huddled into a corner on his knees. He could feel a hand on his head, pulling his hair roughly. "Get away from me Piers!"
There was a scream and the hand was away from his hair in an instance, followed by a loud thud. Harry's eyes shot open as he jumped to his feet. He saw Cormac on the ground ten feet away from him. The Gryffindor looked dazed for only a moment before jumping up glowering. "You little bitch—"
"Mr. Cormac! Mr. Potter! What in heaven's name is going on here?" Professor McGonagall stormed into the bathroom looking absolutely livid. "Fighting in a bathroom while classes are going, what ever were the you of you thinking?"
"I'm sorry Professor… I lost control," Harry said.
Professor McGonagall looked disappointed, but said, "Professor Dumbledore has informed the staff on your situation, Mr. Potter, but that does not excuse you for rule breaking. I expect to see both of you in my office after school."
"But Professor I have lessons with Professor Dumbledore," Harry said.
"Then you will come the next day," Professor McGonagall said. "Now, both of you get to class before I decide to take points away."
"Yes ma'am," Harry said. Professor McGonagall turned and left the bathroom. McLaggen and Harry followed her a second later, McLaggen grabbing Harry's arm and hissed, "Tell anyone about my plan, and my private collection will not be so private."
Harry paled as McLaggen walked away from him, laughing softly to himself. He found that he couldn't get his feet to move. He squeezed his eyes shut and focused all his energy on his anxiety, forcing himself to relax.
"Mr. Potter get to class now!" Professor McGonagall said sternly. Harry opened his eyes, frowned, and moved, his feet heavy and body weighed down by endless shame.
