Chapter 10
I had been bitten by my own mother in the year 1758, at the age of five. I understand why some people may find it a terrible thing to be done to a child, but there are reasons why it is made this way. When bitten at a younger age, we have more time to learn how to deal with the way we see magic, to learn about the pack and our bodies. And most importantly, it is easier to learn how to deal with the rage that runs inside us.
To become a wolf is more than just being bitten. Many of the people who were bitten actually are unable to become wolves. Either they are too devoted to the wizardry views about magic and the so-called dark creatures that they became trapped. For those, the wolf ended up being really the curse they had been led to believe through all their lives. Draining their magic and body, killing them slowly. They became but shadows of both wolf and man, dependent on wolfsbane potions and chains, like animals. Others became consumed by the rage. Usually, people with malevolent tendencies, that are bitten later in life or in pure search of power. Those become monsters, killers, and cannibals, the ones who gave us the fame of dark creatures, they are our own sins.
The rage that burns within us is not an easy thing to cope with. It may drive some crazy, especially those without the support of a pack. The overwhelming notion of magic as an amoral force of nature, where there is no superior good or evil to guide you, sometimes can be too much, driving some insane. All the burning rage can lead many to murder, rape, or suicide. The same forces that set us free can break us. That is our burden as magic's hunters.
To become a wolf is to walk the most dangerous path without losing yourself. Is terrifying, but the reward is a completely different view of the world, magic, and its creatures. One that is more complete and fulfilling. One that is free.
That is the reason we try to teach our young from a tender age. So they can have time to learn.
The first thing we teach them is how not to lose themselves under the influence of the full moon, to let themselves go with their instincts, but to remain conscious of who they are. With that, they can not only control themselves but also remember…
They can start becoming wolves.
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As he waited, sitting on the big armchair of his office in Hogwarts, surrounded by piles of books, parchments, and weird little magical instruments designed to watch over his students, the headmaster Albus Percival Dumbledore, reflected about the happenings of the last two days. The wizengamot council was immersed in total chaos at the moment. Amelia Bones had gripped the chance to reopen the case about her former lover with haste and a passion he had rarely seen coming from the usually cold head of the DMLE. Soon, too many questions would be asked about the Potters's will and Albus's little order. Maybe it would even end up with someone stumbling onto the prophecy. The Greengrass / Black affair would be public in just a matter of time, and he may lose the grip on his golden boy, the foundation of his new order to come, after the dark lord's defeat. Maybe Dolores Umbridge's idea had merit after all. Wasn't both boy and girl not even fully humans anymore, anyway? The headmaster may have had to speed up his plans. And for that, he had requested the presence of Harry in his office. "You should be protecting him, not planning his demise." The old wizard told himself. "Not if his demise serves the greater good moving forward." "That is not how this should work…"
Precisely on time, Harry arrived at the room, even if a little exasperated.
"Good night sir; you asked for me?" The boy said without looking the headmaster in the eyes. Harry seemed distracted by something, looking around without really focusing on anything, was he searching for something?
"Yes, Harry, my boy. First off, let me ask, after a couple of moon cycles at the school, how have you been feeling?" The headmaster asked with a caring voice and looked concerned under his half-moon shaped glasses.
"It's still weird, I will admit, sir; it also drains me a lot. I am glad professor Snape's potions are able to help me with it, even if he is not happy to do so." The boy answered, looking around the room, distracted indeed. "Although right now I'm more worried about the tournament, as I have no idea what to expect."
"True indeed, Harry m'boy, and that is exactly why I summoned you here. You see, I am afraid whoever placed your name at the Goblet may try to reach and harm you in other ways during the tournament. Tell me, Harry, have you ever heard about occlumency?" Albus looked at him, but the boy seemed lost looking at one of the magic instruments at his table "Why is he not looking at me?" The headmaster thought.
"No sir," Harry answered, distracted.
"It is the ability to protect one's mind from unwanted incursion. I believe that due to the connection you share with Voldemort and the suspicion we may have one of his agents working to end you during the tournament, it would be imperative that you learn occlumency."
"You can teach me, sir?" The boy sounded hopeful.
"Look at me, dammit," Albus thought; he needed access to his mind and to be sure of how much Harry knew about the Delacours and Sirius.
"Unfortunately, I will not have the time, my son. A political storm approaches, and it may greatly affect the school. I need to take precautions to protect both the students and the tournament. But there is another who can. A master oclument."
"Who?" Harry sounded disappointed and tired.
"Professor Snape."
"Why am I not surprised…" Harry rolled his eyes.
"I know you had your feuds with professor Snape in the past, Harry, but rest assured, he is totally trustworthy. I want you to present yourself to him for lessons in occlumency."
"I will see to it, sir. Is that all?" Harry answered, a little aloof.
Really distracted indeed; maybe it is the effect of the altered wolfsbane potions. "Yes, Harry you may go."
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Harry moved fast through the castle's hallways on his way to the seventh floor. He was desperately trying to calm himself down. "He really did try." Harry thought. "Just as Daphne and Fleur warned me, the old man tried to read my mind!" The painful tug on the back of his head, fanning his wolf instincts, served as a painful reminder of his lost trust in the elderly headmaster.
Harry arrived at the room of requirement just to find a door already in place. As Dobby had explained, if he could see the doors, it meant he was expected. The werewolf entered just to find Daphne reading a book, sitting down on a luxurious couch, with her legs over the soft stew, in front of a din fireplace. The reflection of the fire on her hair was of a beautiful reddish tone; she was still in her school uniform, without the robes, her legs over the couch revealing a delicious amount of ivory thighs. Harry gulped, her blueberries scent hitting him as soon as he crossed the doorway.
"Enjoying the view, Potter?" Daphne said with beautiful and scary grim.
"Definitely." Harry knew her game, they had played it many times. The girl would tease him, test him, and he enjoyed it. It was her way of opening up from her normal cold self. The young wizard sat down on her side and buried his face in his hands with a loud and tired sigh.
"He tried to head your mind as we thought?" The pretty Slytherin asked, and Harry nodded sadly, without looking at her. He felt her arms around his neck and lifted his head to see that Daphne had shifted her body in his direction, the book closed, resting her head on his shoulders. "I am sorry, I know how much he meant to you."
Harry gazed at her, thinking about the last two and a half months. How she came to know and trust him, he remembered their first night at the hospital wing, remembered her comforting him after talking to Sirius. When the lessons about the wizarding society and the teasing began. Daphne taught him how to become more connected with his own hereditary at the same time, she voiced her hope that Harry could grow and help her and everyone else break beyond their own. Daphne showed him her real self, more than an ice queen, a sexy, teasing, and intelligent young woman, as cunning and she was caring for the ones she loved. Ambitious and eager. He even remembered the first time he really laid eyes on her after the train episode, in the second year, and thought she was beautiful, and how he felt like she was familiar even before that, without knowing how, and made a decision, it was only fair if she wanted to stay near him that he was honest with her.
"Daphne, do you remember professor Remus Lupin?"
Daphne looked at him, sitting straight.
"Harry, the night your name came out of the Goblet, and you ended up on the hospital wing, we knew it was magical exhaustion, but Poppy asked me to run some diagnostic spells on you for my training. I saw the broken bones, the basilisk poison, the burns, and I saw the curse…"
"I am starting to hate that word." Harry rolled his eyes.
"I remember both of us talking that night, we kissed… so I think I don't really care… although you don't see half as ragged as professor Lupin," Daphne said with an evaluating expression.
"That doesn't scare you?" Harry asked, a little uncomfortable. "I am starting to see this differently now… especially people around me… I am not the same person I was last year, I am, but of course, I'm not… shit… that didn't make sense."
"It does scare me, of course... but it also excites me… I guess you are helping me see things differently, too… and I know about Katie before you ask. She talked with Hermione, Fleur, and myself. Hermione even gave me a class about the effects of your… condition… after Katie talked to us, in her school teacher's tone." Daphne tilted her head in a way that made the wolf jump inside his head and other places as well.
"Sounds like her. It is a little weird, Katie keeps it secret for all those years, and now she opens up to you." Harry wondered; he was sure that the she-wolf had her reasons but bound himself to ask her.
"Some side effects Hermione described were… really interesting…" Daphne rubbed a finger over Harry's chest, he understood Daphne wanted to change the subject. "Maybe one day you should show me…"
"Keep teasing me like that, and maybe I will." Harry felt himself getting hard as the witch looked at him with a sultry expression and subtly licked her lips, and to his surprise, the werewolf could smell the girl's own arousal. "So, what aspect of the beautiful pureblood costumes we are going to review today." Now he was the one who wanted to change the subject before he pounced on her.
"Marriage!" Daphne said in a happy voice
"What? Why?"
The witch sat straight, with a more serious expression, the one she adopted when she was teaching him. The true pureblood lady Daphne was educated to be.
"Harry, it will not take long before the Black family affair gets public, and you are also the heir of another noble house. You should expect some betrothal propositions very soon." Daphne stated as if it was the most usual thing in the world.
"Like Malfoy and Parkinson? That actually sounds terrible !" The wizard said with an angry expression.
"That is how alliances are made, and house lines are preserved." Daphne continued, ignoring his outrage. "Family magic is important. I see your point, tough, and, as much as I agree with it, said things will happen anyway. Both your families are immensely powerful, and at least one is incredibly wealthy. But the most important is the political seats." The girl's hand was going up and down the young wizard's thigh while she explained, and Harry relinquished himself on the intimate feeling and wondered if she was doing that on purpose.
"But I don't want that kind of thing; if I am going to be with someone, I don't want it to be because of some contract." The wizard tried to protest.
"Very noble of you, Potter, but I don't think you should discard the possibility… Well, at least you have to learn how to write a polite decline…" Daphne finished in an assertive voice.
In a surge of courage, Harry moved his own hand to her knee; she raised an eyebrow but kept smiling.
"Now that you said that, isn't it weird that I never received one for the Potter's line?" Harry felt Daphne shivering under his touch, making himself feel even more confident, the scent of her wetness invading his senses. The werewolf loved the smell coming from between her legs.
"Huuum…" The witch let a pleased sigh out."The Potters were always notoriously against it… but it is true… specifically after your parents…" Harry nodded, reassuring her. "Unless someone is blocking it, or there is an already active one…" The ding sound startled both teens, announcing that someone was at the door. Time for the meeting.
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Fleur entered the small headmistress's office improvised inside the Beauxbatons carriage. Madam Olímpia Maxine was enormously sat in the chair, her magnificent size making the office and the piles of parchments around appear even smaller than they already were. It would be almost comical if the massive woman didn't have an enraged semblance, holding a paper that she handed to the young witch as soon as she sat down.
"This is outrageous; how could that terrible little woman write something like that? Is insulting!" The giant woman yelled in french.
Confused, Fleur looked at the paper, seeing a big picture of Harry and herself at the wand weighing ceremony night. The veela quickly read the piece in question, accusing the veela of using her "less than human" charms to steal the boy's heart and will, painting Fleur like some kind of scarlet woman and Harry like a little lost boy, the very same Harry Potter they have called the "boy who cheated" a couple of months ago. Fleur remembered that night well, how Harry's wand showed way more signs of use than any other, and how both of them were close to each other. It was no secret that they were friends, at least not at the school. Fleur had told him about her grandmother's string of hair, and he was genuinely fascinated, just like Mrs. Ollivander. Fleur also remembered the annoying and poorly dressed little woman making impolite questions and how she wished to burn her because of how she glued herself to the annoyed young wizard. All in all, after reading the article from start to finish, she could see that it was just a piece of pureblood propaganda, and smiling, Fleur realized it didn't matter.
"I don't care…" Fleur said calmly to the complete astonishment of Madam Maxine. "Everyone can think whatever they want, I don't care. As long as Harry and I know the truth."
"Fleur! Being close to this boy is damaging your image! And the school's image as well!" Madam Maxine hit both hands on the paper in angry disbelief.
"You are naive if you think that headmistress." Fleur raised her head proudly. "They don't like me because I am a veela and a champion. Because I had the audacity to be better than the so-called pure ones… and they hate him because he doesn't care about that!" Maxine's eyes widened at the young woman in front of her. "And you are a fool if you think my parents won't seek reparations, in a swift and destructive way… you should be concerned about more important things." Fleur returned the paper and opened it to the article about professor Hagrid.
Fleur got up, standing proud, and left a startled Maxine to her own thoughts. Walking out of the small office, the witch realized that she indeed felt proud. Harry and herself had become even closer after their Hogsmeade date, and she saw that not only the young man but also all of his closest friends had come to accept her for who she was. She was Fleur Delacour, top student, champion, duelist, and a veela, there was no point in hiding it. They were not just Harry's friends anymore, Hermione, Daphne, and Katie were also her friends now. Talking with Harry and Katie, she also could see some compelling parallels between their own condition and being a veela. The obvious ones, the fiery lust, and the outbursts of emotions were the first ones Fleur noticed, but the most intriguing was about the magic itself. Both of them, specifically Katie, saw magic differently than most wizards and witches, or better saying, felt magic in a different way. The wolves talked about smells and dancing colors, and for the first time outside her own family, Fleur had the courage to speak about how veela felt the emotions around her, about how, to the veelas, magic and emotion were one and the same. Fleur also noticed that something had happened to her allure. The veela felt like it had been tamed somehow. If Fleur concentrated herself, she could still have it working at full force, but it was severely weaker in normal times. The girl knew her parents would come all the way from France to watch the first task, and she planned to ask her mother about it then.
Fleur walked the hallways with her head up. Looking back with an evil grin at anyone who gave her a bad look or was reading the Prophet. Her mother would have a field day with the paper dragging it into the mud, and she would enjoy it. The first task was still two weeks away, but there was a full moon in a week. Fleur wanted to be there for Harry this time, the emerald-eyed wizard had shown an amazing drive to move forward; whatever had happened in his past, he wanted to heal for himself and his friends. And Fleur wanted to help him. First, she would take the lead of the defense club on the last night before the full moon, as Harry could be a little too worked up on that night. But Fleur couldn't deny she may be worked up also. Seeing the wolf so close to the full moon did something to her as well, as much as the veela felt like denying it.
It has been a busy week. As expected, after the news of Harry becoming the heir of the Black family went public in the most sensationalist way in the Prophet, painting him as an almost innocent boy for the grabbing, he was flooded with marriage proposals, and, as no one knew how to reach the family's head at the moment; most were addressed directly to the young wizard. Harry, Daphne, Fleur, and Hermione even had some fun sorting the letters. They had gone with Harry to his favorite spot by the lake and started reading them. Most were pretty boring, reading more like business proposals until Daphne giggled.
"What?" Harry asked curiously.
"You may want to keep this one, Harry, for when we are not around to tease you," Daphne answered, handing him one of the letters. Fleur had to admit she liked the dark-haired girl; she was very intelligent, in a different way than Hermione, and really beautiful.
Harry took it and blushed furiously with some more than suggestive photos of the daughter of an Italian family in a bikini and a nightgown. Fleur smiled at him awkwardly, trying to hide the erection tending on his school trousers. The veela also noticed that both Hermione and Daphne seemed eager to help him with that, even without telling, their auras betraying their outside compost manners. In the end, she noticed that he kept the photos. Fleur couldn't help but laugh out loud of the situation, breaking the tension and making everyone laugh with her. Daphne and Fleur also have talked about their families' strange connections. Fleur was happy The English witch also spoke French, and the three girls made a vol to teach Harry. They made plans to travel together, to visit Fleur's home, and the French witch noticed the happy and hopeful look on Harry's face, even if just for a moment…Like he didn't believe any of this was real or that it could be real someday.
Fleur was thinking about that when she heard the scream. The witch started running in the sound's direction, The witch turned the corner just to see Harry and Hermione surrounded. at the door of a classroom, Four other boys and a big girl sent continuous hexes at them. Fleur could actually see their defense training taking effect, Harry and Hermione were back to back, slowly rotating around in almost beautiful synchronized movements. Harry was the attack, and Hermione was the defense. The bushy-haired witch lifted shields, deflecting the hexes as Harry attacked with uncanny speed, stunning and disarming, they were five against two, and the five never stood a chance; the difference in skill level was evident. Daphne was also approaching through the door as Fleur cast two disarming spells in sequence at the attacking girl. The little blond boy with an annoying voice was screaming in a blind rage. Harry managed to make him trip on his own legs as Hermione disarmed one of the other bigger boys, the last one standing. Fleur passed through the blond boy with a mocking smirk, they were easily defeated.
"Are you both ok?" Daphne asked Hermione and Harry while approaching them.
"Yes, they ambushed us…" Hermione started to say when Fleur heard a scream full of anger and raised a shield by instinct, but it was one second too late. It was no hex that hit Daphne, it was a full-fledged curse. Harry held the Slytherin girl as she fell, pale and with a silent scream, and the blond boy started screaming, with dim light coming from his wand.
"You will pay for stealing from me!" Daphne's shoulder turned into a weird angle, and she spilled blood on Harry's face, passing out without a scream. The blond boy got up, almost scared by his own actions, and started running away. Harry was breathing fast, and Hermione took Daphne from him. Fleur saw the feral predatory eyes of the wolf in Harry's gaze, the wizard gritted his teeth, and for a second, Fleur could swear they were sharper; with a scream, no, a roar, Harry got up and ran after the boy.
"Go after Harry! He is not thinking straight! He is going to make something stupid. I will take Daphne to the hospital wing." Hermione screamed, and Fleur quickly dashed after her wolf.
Harry was fast. Faster than Fleur and certainly faster than the blond boy. Fleur watched in terror as Harry pounced at him like a predator. The veela watched, almost in slow motion, as the boy hit the ground with Harry over him; the witch asked herself "faster, faster" as she saw Harry grab the blond by his robes and slam him on the wall, a trail of blood leaving the blond's mouth. People started getting around to witness the surreal scene. Fleur could see Harry's eyes, bright with magic and rage. She did not feel any fear, not for her at least, as he slammed the boy again at the wall. Harry was growling.
Fleur approached him; the blond boy had blood coming from his mouth and nose but not much more damage. The girl could see the battle for control in Harry's eyes. Without any hesitation, Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck; his body was warm like he had a strong fever. Fleur tried to show how much she cared for him through her arms, She could feel his chest moving fast with his heavy breath.
"'Arry, is ok… listen to my voice… Daphne is ok… you did, you protect her… Let go… if you hurt him, they will take you away from us… we need you with us 'Arry… don't give them a reason to take you away"
Harry's breath started to slow down…
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Daphne woke up in a very familiar hospital bed, dressed in a simple scrub, with a strap around her shoulder, holding it immobilized, Madam Ponphey gave her a warm smile.
"There you go. I knew my best apprentice wouldn't let me down." The matron said, waving her wand above her. The girl looked around to find Tracey, Hermione, Astoria, Blaise, and Fleur around her. Daphne looked for another face but couldn't find it, feeling a little disappointed.
"'Arry is at the headmaster's office," Fleur told her, catching her searching gaze.
"Did he do something reckless yet again?" Daphne asked with a worried tone, some of Katie's stories were rather scary, and she was afraid for him.
"Other than break one of Draco's teeth and make him piss himself, no," Blaise answered with a grim. Daphne gave a relieved sigh and sank her head back into the soft pillow. "And I mean that the blond git actually pissed himself." He laughed, and Madam Ponphey gave him a disapproving look.
" Everything is fine, dear." The matron said. "Thanks to Ms. Delacour's shield, the bludgeoning curse deflected and only barely hit you. There was some bone damage, but nothing serious. Anyway, I would like you to spend the night for observation; a curse is always dangerous, especially one done so poorly." The old woman gritted her teeth. "A student using a curse! No matter who his parents are, the boy needs to be severely punished! Expelled even!" Everyone looked around, knowing that this would be improbable.
"Thanks, Fleur," Daphne said. " Thanks, everyone, for being here." Daphne tried to sit, but her shoulder hurt, and the girl lay down in pain.
"Nah! Madam Ponphey said. "Take it, easy girl. Rest for now…" The matron placed a hand over her good shoulder.
"Yes, Poppy…" Daphne relented.
"Drako is done." Blaise finally said after Madam Ponphey got back into her office. "After today and the whole Black family heir stuff, he will be lucky if even Parkinson keeps following him around. I know that is not how Harry wanted it to happen, but you two need to seize the opportunity…" The handsome black baby sounded thrilled by the idea.
"It is not time for house politics, Blaise." Hermione intervened. "We are here to cheer Daphne up."
"But that cheered me up! After what that little monster did! I wish I could have seen his face when Harry got him!" Daphne said with a smirk. Hermione had a concerned face, but Tracey and Blaise both had understanding smiles. Fleur finally said.
"Harry was protecting his "pack," as Katie said. Malfoy was even paler than normal. I bet he will not be able to walk straight for some time…" the French finished with an evil smile.
"I am surrounded by evil…" Hermione said, raising her hands in defeat, and everybody laughed at her. They talked a little more before dinner. Madam Ponphey showed everyone out and gave Daphne a light dinner and a potion for the pain. Drained as she was, Daphne quickly fell asleep once she was alone. The girl woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a little stiff, just an everbright candle illuminating the side of the bed with a dim light. Someone was sitting beside her on the bed. She didn't need to ask to know who it was.
"Hello, Harry. I knew you'd come." Daphne whispered with a smile.
"Of course, I would never miss my only chance to be on this side of the bed," Harry said in a sneering tone as he got a little closer to her. Even at this distance, Daphne felt him so nicely warm.
"Did you get in trouble?" Daphne asked, concerned about him.
"One-week detention with Snape; after the full moon, I had it worse. How are you? I mean, for real, I have been to your place many times, and I know it can be...hard." His voice was really caring and concerned, and Daphne couldn't help but feel warm inside.
"I am OK. Our friends help me, and now you are here." Daphne smiled at him, and Harry came even closer to her and took her hand.
"Aren't you afraid?" The werewolf asked, his eyes reflecting the light from the candle.
"Of the big bad wolf? Do I look afraid? Will you protect me?" Daphne teased.
"Even from myself… if I need to…" Harry answered. They stay silent for a time, Harry holding Daphne's hand, making small circles with his thumb over it. She felt so safe with him, and the irony didn't escape her.
"Harry, do you like me?" Daphne asked suddenly. Harry blushed and smiled at her. "And you know what I mean."
"Ever since the day we first met on the train, I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I ever saw… and then I discovered how incredible and scary you really are…" Harry said.
"Prat…"
"So yes, I do." The wizard finished with a confident voice. "And yes, I know what you meant."
"I have fancied you since the second year… you know. But I was always afraid, you were a Gryffindor and always so distant, in some kind of dangerous adventure… And the things they said about you…" Daphne said, feeling ashamed for believing it. Harry smiled beautifully at her, with no judgment in his eyes, but it only lasted for a second.
"Me too, but…" The werewolf started saying.
"Is it complicated?"
"Is complicated…my life is a mess… I am a mess…"
"I know, but we can get around it… I know we can!" Daphne said with hope, more to herself than anything…
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In the week that followed, Katie saw things happening that, at the same time, made her happy but also uncertain of what to feel. She came to accept that those people were her new pack now. Blaise, Ginny, Neville, Tracey, and the twins had answered the call. More than that, Harry had chosen Daphne, Hermione, and Fleur. The boy loved all of them, maybe even herself, even if he didn't realize yet. Love grows, and he was certainly powerful enough for all of them. Katie was happy, the witch knew she belonged with them. But she also knew her time of being intimate with her alpha may be ending, even if temporarily. Once one of the girls came around and claimed their place, she may be asked to step down until the one in question realized she may not be enough. Running at her grandfather's pack, Katie had never felt this urge before. But with Harry as alpha, it was different; the pull she felt was too real and too strong; he was like a magnet, concentrating all her cravings into one hot package. "But we are not made of just instincts…" She taught for the thousandth time.
Harry was teaching all he knew to them, making plans, looking up and forward. He was being somewhat successful in directing his rage to productive things, although the incident with Malfoy almost ruined it all, that damn inbred git. She had also talked with all the three girls about hers and Harry's need for a pack. Other than Hermione, they may not be comfortable with the idea of sharing, not yet at least. Fleur seemed especially possessive, maybe it was a veela trait, but Katie remembered Harry's speech and thought that could be just a prejudiced view of her own. In the end, it was his choice, she had already made hers. And Katie decided she would have a hell of a good time while she could.
Daphne had returned to the club for everyone's relief. It was a joy for Katie to watch the bonds being formed between them. When Harry came to correct Daphne's wand movement that night, and the girl had teasingly rubbed her body on the boy in front of everybody, making him blush furiously and choke on his words, and everyone laughed, Katie knew she had found it, she had found her new pack.
At the end of the session, Katie held Harry's hand.
"I need to talk to you," she said. Harry nodded as Dobby took Fleur, Regine, and Gabbriele back to the carriage and the other people returned to their house's dormitories. Katie noted Hermione looking at them, and she gave her a mischievous wink. "Follow us later," Katie whispered to the blushing witch.
When Katie and Harry were finally alone, she held both his hands and looked at her new alpha in his deep green eyes, finding only acceptance and something else in his eyes… was he starting to develop more than just friendship and lust for her? Katie shook her head; that was not the time for that, though the she-Wolf knew her own feelings about the wizard were changing.
"Harry, I had made a choice… I talked to my grandfather… I choose to run with you, Harry, do you understand that?" she asked hopefully.
"You mean, you want to be in a… pack… with me?" Harry said, sounding a little confused and in disbelief.
"Yes, Harry… you told me you read my ancestor's book, right? You know what that means?" Katie came closer to him, and the simple fact that she was at his side was pleasurable to her.
"Katie, I don't even know an alpha; they are your family…" Harry now sounded worried, but Katie could smell the excitement and his power.
"And they will always be. But wasn't you who said we must move over our predecessor's shadows, that only in that way can we make them justice?" Katie said.
"Yes."
"Harry, you are the Alpha I chose." The boy looked at her with widened eyes. "Harry, I need to run with my family once more to make amends and say goodbye. After that, you will never hunt alone anymore, I promise you. We will make our enemies tremble at your names." Katie laughed in an exaggerated theatrical manner.
"Katie, if it's really what you want, I promised myself not to push anyone away anymore, but you do need to understand what it means to be at my side … how dangerous it can be."
"Yes, Harry, I do understand your concern, but it's my choice to make, and I made it on my own." Katie kissed him on the lips.
"So I will accept you as an equal," Harry said with a warm smile, making her tremble, and she could feel the wetness between her legs.
"So noble…" and so naive, Katie thought.
"Harry, before I go, I need to ask you two things. Please, please don't take the wolfsbane potion anymore; it only hurts you; embrace your Wolf. And secondly, I miss you so much, and I am so wet, I need you… to… fuck… my… brains… out…" Katie whispered the last words in his ears, making Harry tremble, and she felt the bulge of his hard member against her hips.
The she-wolf knew his wolf had awakened.
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Hermione took the marauder's map and said the vows. For the first time, the witch thought that she was really up to no good. "What the hell am I thinking? Did she really say that to me?" With a quick glance at the map, she found Harry and Katie. They were leaving the room of requirements together.
Casting a 'note me not' spell on herself and silencing charms on her shoes, with a deep breath, Hermione left the Gryffindor tower with the map open. Flitch was closer to the dungeons now, so she would have no trouble passing through the hall. Looking at the map, she quickly realized where they were headed. The prefect's bathroom. "Do I really want to see that? Morgana tits, I do! When did I become such a pervert?" The witch thought as she covered the ground to the door. Always looking at the map, making sure no one would surprise her. Harry had decided to leave the map with her for some time now. His senses close to the full moon gave him enough awareness of his surroundings for him not to need it anymore to move around. "Is doing this wrong to Harry? To Fleur and Daphne? Should I base my decisions on them anyway?" Her thoughts flowed through her head as she felt the cold night air. Hermione felt a rush of adrenaline, she was defying the rules once again, this time for purely selfish reasons, as it had become more and more common after her parents' divorce had sacked her trust in authority it felt exciting. Thinking like that, she reached the prefect's bathroom, finding the door was slightly open. Almost like an invitation.
Every cell on her brain screamed for her to turn around and go to bed, but her hormones pushed her forward. Hermione entered slowly, trying not to make any noise. The notice me not spell, still working. The girl listened to a moan next to one of the pools, she tried to position herself in a way where she could see them, but maybe they would not be able to see her. When she finally laid eyes on Harry and Katie, she lost her breath.
Katie had Harry pinned against the wall, kissing him with savage passion, muffled moans coming out of her mouth as one of her hands ran forcefully through Harry's hair, the other pushing his tie, almost as if the girl didn't want him to escape. The boy's hands traveled from her neck to her back, to her legs, going under her school plaid skirt on the way back up and grabbing her firm ass cheeks with gusto. Katie moaned louder but did not leave Harry's mouth. Hermione watched, mesmerized. The passion, the need, and the sounds it was so much more alive than any of her fantasies. The bushy-haired witch started rubbing her thighs together without even noticing, feeling the warmth forming in her center.
Harry's hands grabbed the side elastic of Katie's completely dumped white panties and pulled them down, revealing the girl's dripping wet shaved pussy. The girl let her legs slide as her hands started working on the boy's trousers. Harry moved his left hand back to her bum, grabbing and caressing, and his right hand moved to Katie's slit. Hermione watched in awe as his fingers skillfully gathered moisture from the juices flowing from Katie's inner lips before he pressed his middle finger all the way inside her, making the she-wolf humph and suck on Harry's bottom lip. The wizard pulled his finger back and forth a couple of times before coming out completely, using her own fluids to lubricate and make circular movements over her clit. Katie moaned loudly and bit Harry's neck. Hermione's own hands now sought her moistened panties, the girl biting her lips. While Harry worked her clit and folds, the girl rocking her hips on his hand, Katie finally freed his member, Hermione gasped at the sight of his powerful dick trembling and pulsing, so more magnificent than her imagination. Katie grabbed Harry's big cock, freed its head from the foreskin, and collected the precum with her fingers before she stroked it a few times, now was Harry's time to moan.
Harry turned them around swiftly but firmly, now pressing Katie's back against the wall. The wizard kissed her mouth, chin, and neck before kneeling in front of her. Hermione's hands had started working on their own, rubbing her clit and lips over her panties, hypnotized by the two beautiful wolves in front of her. Harry lifted one of Katie's legs over his shoulder and, with a precise movement, licked the entire length of her slit before giving his full attention to worshiping the girl's inner lips and clit. Harry's tongue explored her slit hungrily like he was kissing her lips. Katie grabbed his hair, calling his name, the girl had to use Harry, and the wall behind her for support as her knees trembled from the pleasure. Hermione could only think of how beautiful they looked, the blissful expressions, the dripping sweat, the wet noises… she was losing herself in it. She wanted to be in Katie's place, but she knew she also wanted to be in Harry's place as well. More than ever, Hermione was sure she wanted Harry.
Harry let go of Katie's leg and stood up, placing his hands on her trembling hips, turning the girl around with a firm yet gentle movement. The she-wolf placed her hands on the wall in front of her, the girl's eyes brimming in anticipation, a smile of pure joy gracing her pretty, sweaty face. Karie bent herself, lifting her bum on the tip of her toes, offering herself to Harry, her wetness running down her strong legs. Harry held her hips with one hand, and with the other, he got hold of his wanting cock and guided himself to her wet entrance. Katie let out a loud moan as he slowly penetrated her, inch by inch, Hermione's hands worked her clit, while the other buried two fingers inside herself as she watched Harry bury himself inside Kate to the hilt before pulling back, then pressing forward inside the moaning, squirming girl. The werewolf then increased his rhythm more and more and more, Katie's bum slamming on his Lower abdomen, her face a mask of pure pleasure. Hermione herself increased her own speed, sensing what was about to happen.
Katie came hard, trembling and screaming Harry's name as he continued to pump in and out of her. In almost complete silence, Hermione was thrown over the edge, biting her lips, trying not to scream. The witch was panting rapidly as she looked, astonished that Harry was still hard as he removed his cock from inside Katie, who whimpered at the lost contact. Harry sat down on the edge of the pool, then Kate positioned herself on top of him and looked in Hermione's direction as she lowered herself, taking the boy's hard member inside her once more. There was no mistake, she knew Hermione was there; then, it finally dawned on the bushy-haired witch that Harry must have known too; he could smell her.
Katie smiled at her all the time while she lowered herself again, engulfing Harry's cock on her a second time. Hermione blushed but managed to smile back at her before turning and leaving. She had already had enough fun for one night.
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The pain… gone…
Trees, cold, prey… hunt!
Faster, stronger!
Wait! Not alone… smell dangerous…
Search…
Two, one is dangerous… other… big friend… knows I am here…
Follow… attack? Hunt? Kill?
No! Big friend!
Want me to see…
Big… stone and metal… not cold anymore…
Hide… search… like hunting…
No one can see me…
Warm? Why so warm?
Slow… no killing… old man is dangerous! The smell is fake! Keep hiding.
More people… many preys… what?
What is this smell? What is this feeling?
Magic! Power! Flesh and fire!
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Harry woke with a startle. He was back at Hagrid's hut, the trilling and excitement running through his body, together with the now familiar pain of the transformation.
"Hagrid, I remember! I saw them, and I felt them! I remember the dragons!"
