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Run Rabbit Run

"Wh-where's Harry?" Remus wheezed. Hermione and Ron had been heading back to Gryffindor Tower when they were stopped by an out of breath and somewhat sweaty looking Remus Lupin.

He was bent over with his hands on his knees, obviously trying to ease the stitch in his side.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance; they hadn't told Remus about their falling out.

"Uh... the Library?" Ron suggested.

"You mean you don't know?" Remus asked, catching on at once. "Why not? I thought you were going to help him and stay with him!"

"We had a falling out," Hermione implored. "He didn't want to talk to us and we didn't know what to do!"

Remus' expression twisted in anger and Hermione flinched as she saw, for the first time ever, Moony etched upon his face.

"Do you have any idea what tonight is?!" he exclaimed through a gravelly growl.

Ron shook his head but Hermione clasped her hands to her mouth.

"Oh, god," she breathed. "The full moo–"

"Yes!" Lupin cried. "The full moon! It is vital that we find Harry before the pull gets too strong for him. And, if what you said is true about your argument with him, then that pull will be even stronger, unstoppable maybe."

Hermione felt her gut clench with guilt; how could she have turned on Harry so easily? After one, insignificant little argument?

"Remus, I'm so sorry," she whispered.

The man ran a trembling hand through his grey flecked hair.

"I don't want the apology. Save that for Harry." Ron opened his mouth to talk but Lupin raised a hand to silence him. "Enough. Now think – where would he be? And don't say the library because I've checked. Heck, I've checked practically the entire school!"

"S-so, where haven't you looked?" Hermione asked timidly.

Remus sighed. "I haven't done this floor or the grounds."

"Well, how about Ron and I search outside while you search up here?" she suggested.

"No, it's too dangerous out there; I'll search the grounds, you and Ron look up here."

The man gave a forced smile and left. When he was out of sight, Hermione let her tears flow freely.

"Oh, Ron, how could we?" she sobbed, clutching the sleeve of Ron's robe.

"Listen, we can't blame ourselves – this whole thing has been hard on everyone, not just Harry. He couldn't care less about us at the moment. If anything, he's to bla–"

Slap.

"Don't you dare blame Harry for this," Hermione whispered shakily, her hand slowly dropping to her side.

Ron's hand had flown to his stinging cheek at the impact and he looked at Hermione in wonderment.

"I... 'Mione, I..."

"Let's go," she said, briskly walking away down the seventh floor corridor.

*FG-HP*

"Mmm, hello again, mon petit," Fenrir whispered in his mate's ear. "I've come to collect you."

"F-Fenrir..." The boy croaking his name sent a strange spark around his body; it sounded so familiar and personal that Fenrir didn't know what to make of it.

However, before he could respond, the boy had made a run for it. Fenrir snarled; true, he loved it when his prey ran, but not when there was a limited amount of time before he would transform! He was curious as to how the wolf inside him would act towards his mate... hopefully he would recognise the smell of Potter and no harm would come to the boy.

He watched as his mate stumbled through the trees and grinned. I suppose I can play for a little bit, he thought. I could catch him in no time.

So, after counting to five, he pounced forwards and tore through the forest. He caught a glimpse of the boy's white school shirt as he wove in and out of the trees. Fenrir was impressed; the kid was really nimble and agile. He'll make a good wolf, Fenrir thought absently.

He sped up until he was about five paces behind Harry.

"That's it... run little rabbit, run!" he yelled, his voice portraying the excitement he was feeling.

Harry risked a glance over his shoulder and nearly stopped dead in his tracks at how close the man was. He didn't even know why he was running; wasn't this what he had been waiting for? To meet his mate again? Maybe it's because I know that when he catches me, I'll be turned, Harry considered. That thought only encouraged him. He ignored the searing pain in his side and the dull throbbing in his legs and increased his speed as he sprinted away from the werewolf. His strides were longer and faster now and a small hope burned inside him that he could escape his fate of being turned into a monster.

But when he heard Fenrir's voice so intimately close behind him, all that motivation was lost.

"Why run from me?" Harry heard the man growl before he was violently slammed into the leafy, muddy earth. "You'll only get nowhere," Greyback murmured, his breath making Harry gag.

He was just playing with me, Harry realised painfully.

He tried to push himself up – which wasn't easy considering he had a muscular, heavy werewolf on his back – and his arms trembled with the effort.

Fenrir gave a raspy chuckle.

"Adorable, mon petit," he said, his voice gravelly.

Harry slumped back onto the earth panting, his face pressed into the moist soil. He knew he wouldn't win against this man, so that fact – along with a deep, inside feeling of respect for Greyback – made giving in all the more easy.

*FG-HP*

"Harry?" Hermione called, her voice echoing in the deserted, seventh floor corridor.

"You here, mate?" Ron croaked, his voice still hoarse from the slap.

"Ah, are you two looking for Potter too?" came a snide voice.

Hermione whipped round to find Draco Malfoy emerging from behind a pillar.

"What are you doing up here?" she asked suspiciously.

"Waiting," he said shortly, sneer in place. "What about you? Looking for your furry little friend?"

Hermione whipped out her wand in a split second.

"Tell us where he is," she hissed, wand arm shaking.

"And why would I do that?" Draco simpered, folding his arms. "I might not even know."

"You tell us where he is," Ron chirped up, "and you get to keep your pretty face."

Draco chuckled and took a step towards Hermione.

"You drive a hard bargain, but I'll speak. The last time I spoke to Potter he was in the paved courtyard, pouring over a very determinable decision."

Draco smirked as he turned around to resume his skulking.

"What do you me–?" Ron started, but stopped when Hermione grabbed his arm.

"Come on, we need to tell Remus!"

*FG-HP*

Remus bit his knuckle to stop a sob escaping. How could he have let this happen to his best friend's son?

"Oh, Harry," he breathed. He made his way through the different courtyards, checking each one thoroughly, until he was back at the paved one.

He sat down on one of the stone benches and pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache begin to stir.

"Remus!" came a distant voice.

He looked up to find Ron and Hermione running towards him.

"Remus, is he here?" Hermione called when she was about twenty feet away.

Lupin shook his head, then realised that the two teens wouldn't have seen and shouted, "No!"

When they reached him, Ron said, "We spoke to Draco Malfoy. He said that Harry was here."

"Well he's not," Remus said through gritted teeth. "I'm going to search the Forbidden Forest. You two alert Professor McGonagall."

"We'll come too," Hermione insisted, and Ron nodded.

Remus sighed and looked at the two teenagers. Their fierce, persevering expressions told Remus there would be no arguing. "Fine, but stick by me, and keep your wands out."

They made their way down the grassy hill, all of them heading towards the dark forest that lay ahead of them.

*FG-HP*

"Were you waiting for me?" he rasped in the boy's ear. "You wanted me to come for you, didn't you?"

However, Potter was behaving strangely placidly, not struggling or protesting.

"Didn't you, Harry?" Fenrir cooed in the boy's ear, using his mate's name hoping to give him that sense of familiarity he had felt earlier.

All he got for an answer was what sounded like a sob. Not all that gently he turned Harry around so the boy was on his back. Now he could see his mate's pretty, little face.

Which was crying.

Fenrir grinned as he leant in and licked up the boy's salty tears from his soft cheeks. Harry flinched and Fenrir noticed the boy wrinkle his nose against the smell that always clung to Fenrir: death and rotten flesh.

"Given up trying to struggle? Not going to run away again, little kitten?" he whispered into Harry's ear.

"I don't want to go back," the boy croaked.

That took Fenrir by surprise. He sat up and studied his mate whose breathing had become erratic and shaky.

"Oh? And why's that?"

Harry bit his lip and turned his gaze to the trees to his left.

That won't do, Fenrir thought to himself angrily. He grasped Harry's cheeks, which were still damp from his tongue mopping up the tears, and turned the boy's face back round to look at him.

"Look at me, and tell me why you don't want to return to your safe little school," Fenrir hissed, feeling excited that his mate might have started hating humans already.

"Everyone knows," Harry said, his voice breaking. "They know what you did to me."

Fenrir chuckled darkly.

"Excellent," he said with a leer. "So they know you belong to me now? How did they react?"

A stray tear ran down his mate's face and Fenrir wiped it away, one of his long nails scratching the surface of Harry's cheek and leaving a faint red line.

Potter shook his head stiffly.

"I want to hear, though," Fenrir breathed. "What did they do? Did you see the fear in their eyes when they knew it was Fenrir Greyback who had marked the great Harry Potter?"

Harry let out a whimper which then turned into full out hysterical sobbing.

"I don't... know what... I want," he said through gasping breaths. "I don't want... to go back... but I know I d-definitely don't want you."

Fenrir growled and wrapped his hand round the boy's thin, delicate neck; Harry instantly ceased his sobbing as the man traced the bruising mark on Harry's neckline. The cruel werewolf wore a strangely soft expression as he studied Harry's bruise. Then, without warning he performed the claiming again. Maybe it was the mating instinct, but Fenrir felt as though he had to make sure the boy – or anyone else, for that matter – knew who he belonged to.

As Fenrir sucked violently on the pulsing neck and his incisors scraped at Harry's neck, a drop of the boy's blood fell on Fenrir's tongue and he shivered. The taste was so good; the metallic, rusty, raw blood warmed the very bones of his body and he found himself anticipating his change even more, just so he could taste more of Potter.

After he'd finished his second claiming, he responded to Harry's objection of supposedly not wanting him.

"Yes, you do," he crooned. "You want to live without burden and worry; I'll give that to you."

Harry finally looked directly at Greyback. The intimacy of their closeness allowed Harry to get a good look at the man's face.

The first thing Harry noticed was the bright amber eyes that were staring directly into his own green ones. The man had long, silver hair that stopped just short of his shoulders, and had a dark goatee-styled beard, while scars and blemishes adorned the terrifying face. Harry was curious as to what the man's torso looked like, as he hadn't had much time to study it before. His eyes flickered down to the muscular, chiselled, tanned chest which also held various wounds, and unwillingly his gaze moved further down until he spotted a dark hair line that ran from the man's abdomen into Fenrir's tattered and torn denim trousers.

Harry blushed and tore his eyes away from... there.

"Like what you see, do you, boy?" the man remarked, leaning over Harry even more. The thick muscles on the arms on either side of Harry's head rippled threateningly.

Harry's blushed deepened as he realised his staring hadn't gone unnoticed.

" 'Course you do," Greyback said nonchalantly. "But will I like what I see?"

Harry didn't even have a chance to stop the man as his shirt was torn from his body.

Once the shirt was off, Fenrir growled appreciatively; his mate's body was beautiful. Subtle muscles tensed under his gaze and Fenrir could just make out the outline of several fragile-looking ribs. The skin was so pale and white like his beloved moon, and as he ran his abrasive hands possessively over the youthful torso, he felt his cock twitch. He'd waited so long to touch this body...

"Please," Harry whispered, startling Fenrir out of his daze. "I... I don't want..."

But the boy was cut off when Fenrir brushed a chunky finger over a hard, pink nipple. Potter made a delightful, little whimpering noise and a light flush appeared on his high cheekbones.

"Mmm, you like that?"

The boy bit his lip as he flinched against the unfamiliar touch. Fenrir chuckled, his massaging of the pink nubs becoming harder and firmer.

Harry could feel his whole body tremble as those intrusive, rough hands roamed his upper body. He wanted to push the man away and tell him how he had no right to do this... but he found he couldn't. After all, Fenrir was supposed to be his mate and he was feeling... good. Fenrir's touch roused an electric excitement deep within him and it felt extraordinary.

Suddenly the large hands were gone and Harry felt a strange sense of loss.

"Come, pup," Greyback said suddenly, as he hoisted the boy up under his armpits. He wanted to get back to his cave where he could continue the exploration of his mate's supple body.

At the sudden lift from Fenrir, Harry stumbled slightly and held his head against the nauseous feeling building up from being marked a second time. Vaguely he felt Fenrir grab his arm and lead him away somewhere. My shirt's back there, he thought distantly.

"W-where are we going?" Harry asked, his voice slightly slurred.

"Away from here," the man said gruffly, as he tugged on Harry's arm. "You don't belong here no more."

Harry panted as he tried to keep up with the huge strides Fenrir was taking. It wasn't until the trees began to thin that Harry realised Fenrir was taking him back to the school.

Of course he has, Harry told himself. It's the only way to get out.

As soon as they emerged through the trees, Fenrir stopped and turned to look at Harry.

"Take a last look at your school, boy," he sneered, and before Harry could turn away, Fenrir grabbed the boy's jaw and turned the green eyes to the castle.

Despair overwhelmed Harry as he took in the building that he had, once, called home.

Did he really want to leave? Just because of a few arguments and whispers?

"You don't have a choice," Fenrir snapped, as though he had been reading Harry's thoughts. Before Harry could even open his mouth to argue, he felt a large pair of hands grab him by the waist and was chucked unceremoniously over the man's shoulder.

"Wh-what are you doing?!" Harry shrieked, struggling to keep his head up from pressing into Fenrir's back.

"You walk too slow, pet," Greyback muttered, and began marching purposefully towards the exit of the school.

"Put me down!" Harry cried, his voice trembling due to the bumpy strides the man was taking. His fear had been replaced with annoyance; he felt like some damsel-in-distress being rescued by her knight-in-shining-armour. Except Harry's supposed 'knight' was a ferocious, sexually deprived, terrifying werewolf. "I said, put me d–!"

But Harry stopped short when he felt one of those probing hands rest on his butt cheeks.

Fenrir dragged one of his fingernails up the material of the boy's trousers where he knew the crack of the boy's arse would be. Even through the fabric, he could feel the boy tense – and he loved it.

"Pretty little arse, you've got, pup..."

Harry let out a dry sob and gasped when the man's finger came to rest at the top of his trousers. He'd never felt so helpless; after all, he was practically bent in half over a man's shoulder, half naked. But, even through his desperation to be back on his own two feet again, Harry found himself in awe at how steady Greyback's hands were, considering he was walking at what could only be called a brisk pace.

Fenrir suddenly slipped his fingers under the seam of the boy's trousers, his forefinger stroking the soft skin just above the line that divided the two firm cheeks.

"W-wait," Harry grunted. "Please..."

Fenrir didn't want to stop; he was too eager to get back to his cave. However, a part of him – which was stronger than the lust he had for the boy – wanted to keep Harry moderately happy.

"What is it?" he asked, his fingers frozen in their position above Harry's arse.

"I-I'll be quiet, just please d-don't..."

Fenrir narrowed his eyes in confusion and his step faltered for the tiniest second. Then it came to him; Harry obviously thought he was touching him to threaten him, scare him into silence, perhaps.

Deciding that he would tell Potter later that there would be no bargaining in their relationship, he grinned.

"Good, but rest assured, mon petit, this will continue later."

After all, Fenrir thought, I do have the right to touch what is mine.

*FG-HP*

Hermione squinted into the distance.

"Remus... what's that?" she asked quietly, pointing straight ahead of her.

Remus narrowed his eyes and followed Hermione's gaze. About two hundred feet away, heading away from the school and the forest, was a large, bulky figure, yet it was too big to be one person...

"Harry," Remus whispered. There was the slightest pause before all three of Harry's friends ran towards him, crying, screaming, and shouting his name.

*FG-HP*

Hazily Harry saw a small group of people running towards Fenrir and him(,) crying his name.

"Harry!" screamed a distant voice.

"Stop!" cried another.

Fenrir stopped in his tracks and whirled round to see who had dared told him to stop. He gave a low growl and swung Harry off his shoulders. Funnily enough, the boy didn't attempt an escape; he merely hid behind Fenrir as though he didn't want to be seen by his friends.

"What do you want?" Greyback roared.

"Let him go, Greyback!" Lupin yelled. "Give him back!"

Fenrir let out a mad cackle as he recognised the voice; Remus Lupin had been one of his first turns.

"I'm not keeping him here, Lupin! Come and see for yourself!"

"Please," came a small voice. "I don't want them t–"

"Quiet, cub," Fenrir hissed over his shoulder, and Harry immediately shut his mouth.

Fenrir grinned as he watched Remus Lupin, followed by two teenagers, run to him.

"Harry!" the girl exclaimed.

"Step aside, Fenrir," Lupin said, his wand directed at Fenrir's face.

Fenrir chuckled deeply.

"As you wish." And he took a stride to the left leaving his mate exposed.

"Harry!" the red-headed boy cried, taking a step towards to Potter. However, Harry merely flinched and stepped backwards.

"Wh-what are you doing, Harry?" Remus asked weakly. "Come with us."

Fenrir watched his mate closely, and felt a strange surge of pride as Harry shakily shook his head.

"You see, Lupin?" Fenrir growled, pushing Harry behind him once again. "He wants to be with me."

"Harry doesn't know what he wants!" Remus snarled. "Obviously the mating instinct is overpowering the want to come home."

"So you're going to take the boy against his will?" Fenrir sneered. "I say let him choose."

Harry felt like a lost puppy being fought over by his old owners and his new owner.

"Harry?" Hermione asked softly. "I know we haven't been on speaking terms lately, and for that I'm sorry but know this: we all love you too much for you to go away."

Harry poked his head out from behind the muscular body in front of him.

"Harry," Remus said, his voice pleading. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I promised myself I'd look after you for your mother and father. I'm sorry I failed."

Harry took several steps so he was closer to Lupin.

"I've only wanted good things for you, but it seems I can't protect you from everything, as much as I'd like to."

Harry was about to open his mouth to speak when, suddenly, he felt a large hand grab the scruff of his neck and was yanked backwards.

"You know they're making that bullshit up, don't you?" Fenrir whispered in Harry's ear. "They only want you there so you can fulfil your purpose. I don't care about that; with me you'd be free."

"Harry, don't listen to him," Remus warned.

But the close proximity of Fenrir and the familiar yet rancid smell of the man's breath was making Harry's mind go hazy. He felt tired all of a sudden, like Fenrir's scent was a knock-out drug. Feeling weak at the knees, Harry leant on Fenrir, his head resting on the man's chest.

Fenrir looked away from his pup so he could see the heartbroken expression of Remus Lupin. He smirked.

"I win," he whispered.

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