We, Beasts
A/N: Really, the origin of the orcs is up for debate. I've used writer's privilege here and tweaked it to my story.
Chapter 2:
Harry woke in Fenrir's arms the next morning. "Cheater," he claimed, pinching the werewolf's bicep until he was released.
Their make-ship camp was cleaned up and the company was on the march again before the sun was fully up.
"Everyone is very efficient," Harry commented to Legolas as they rode on the horse again.
"They want to eat lunch in the halls of Theoden tomorrow," Legolas said, and by his tone, Harry assumed he was speaking of a king's castle. It brought a momentary smile to Harry's face as he remembered his first view of Hogwart's, along with a bittersweet pang in his chest.
He cleared the sudden frog in his throat at the thought of his home, friends, and family that were starting to feel like just an old dream. There was a persistent thought at the back of Harry's mind that he would never be able to return. Harry thought he should feel more than just the brief discomfort at the idea but he couldn't summon the emotion. He had long outgrown the time where he dwelled on past events and people. He only gotten so far in life by embracing a moment of grief, then picking himself up and charging onwards to face the next challenge.
"We're almost done travelling?" Harry said distractedly, still stuck in his thoughts. He forced a smile, "I'm glad!"
"Do you not like my company, Harry?" Legolas asked playfully. Again, Harry was made aware of how fit Legolas was as he seemed to press even closer to Harry while talking.
"Your company is very lovely," Harry assured, "but I am not used to riding a horse. My lower back is killing me."
"I would be happy to give you a massage when we reach Edoras," offered the elf.
"Just a massage?" Harry flirted back.
"We can start there," Legolas' smile could probably outshine the stars at their brightest. He seemed so pure to Harry, all pale glowing skin, hair of fine gold, and blue pools for eyes. They both purposely ignored the gagging noises of the dwarf that rode with them who could not stop from hearing every word.
"You do not use horses in your land?" Gimli tried to end the shameless flirting by changing the subject, "How do you get around? Surely you do not walk everywhere!"
Not really wanting to admit to being a wizard just yet, Harry began to tell him about some of the muggle inventions that Harry had experience with. Magic was best left as an ace up the sleeve, especially when he was unsure who he could trust. There was one thing Harry was perfectly sure of: if they knew about magic, it would be harder to stay out of the war that was about to start full force.
Harry met his first Orc not too long after. It was a particularly dark morning with thick clouds bleakly blocking the sun when the travelling party was ambushed by orcs while they stopped for a quick break before fording a stream. They were ugly, deformed creatures and they were the scrappiest fighters Harry had ever seen. Of course, that might have been because they were desperate and hungry and tired.
All the dread Harry had at being revealed so soon as a wizard quickly evaporated when Legolas pulled Harry behind him for protection and easily dealt with any orc that strayed too near. Harry had to swallow the bitter laugh that tried to force its way through his lips at the action. Harry couldn't remember anyone so adamant about his protection, not even when he was a child.
"My hero," Harry quibbed when the orcs had been dealt with. Only desperation had driven the orcs to attack and they were quickly overpowered with only a few minor injuries to the trained soldiers. Harry couldn't help himself from getting a closer look at an orc while the men celebrated their victory. Fenrir was receiving looks that were a bit warmer than before with the way he had taken down the orcs with his bare hands as if they and their rusty swords were nothing.
At first, Harry just thought that the orcs looked dirty because they needed to work on their personal hygiene. By the their smell and the tooth rot Harry could see, that was probably true as well. But moreover, it seem as if they were made of skin, filled with mud. Harry had seen this magic in the department of mysteries - they were golems. Bodies created out of earth, with a tortured soul that had been forcefully attached, and filled with only the most negative of emotions that were the reason the soul was not in the afterlife to begin with. Full of rage, constantly in pain, and bound to the will of the necromancer that brought them to life.
Harry was something of an expert in manners of the soul so he kneeled beside the vile creature and placed two fingers on the disgusting forehead, closing his eyes to see if the soul had been finally released with the orc's death. Sadly, the black soul was still there, festering and in so much pain. As soon as Harry touched it with his magic, it tried to latch on to him for comfort. Sadly, Harry had to beat it back before it could try to overwhelm or possess him, adding to the soul's numerous hurts already. But then Harry gave it a soothing touch, healing it, purifying it, and finally, ripping it free of the dark magic and sending it onward to the next adventure. It was raw magic, wordless and unseen. It took strength of a soul that had seen hardships and had learned how to heal on its own and it was very much like creating a patronus. Harry had to fill it with thoughts of happiness and love - thoughts of flying, and warm sunny days in the peace of hogwarts, of seeing Teddy play, of a father's pride, and a mother's sacrifice. Magic that couldn't be taught but Harry had discovered, whether due to him being the master of death or his experience of being a human horcrux.
His moment of peace was abruptly interrupted by a sword at his throat and a hand harshly yanking him up by his hair. It seemed that the orc next to one he had kneeled by had only been playing dead, but as the soldiers prepared a fire to burn the orcs bodies, it had become desperate enough to try to take Harry as a hostage to get free.
"Don't come any closer," it hissed at the group which had turned at the sudden movement. The blade dug in deep enough for blood to starting dripping down Harry's neck. The soldiers raised their weapons. "I'm warning you! Do anything and pretty here gets a head shorter!"
But the creature was already doomed. Harry had already located the black soul and was healing it and ripping it from the animated body. An arrow pierced through the orc's eye at the same time as Harry finished, so it was twice as dead as it fell. Honestly, it couldn't have gone better if Harry had tried to hide his magic. He pushed the weapon away quickly, so that the weapon wouldn't cut him more as the orc fell.
Legolas rushed in quickly to make sure that the blade had not cut too deep. "It's just a scratch," Harry assured, but thanked him all the same.
Fenrir growled angrily and threw the last orc body on the fire with more force than necessary. Legolas just assumed that the gigantic man was just jealous that Legolas got to save Harry and take the praise and attention from the man. But something didn't feel right and Harry did not seem upset at his near death experience, regardless of the praise he gave the elf. And Harry hung around the burning orc bodies for a suspiciously long time.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night and he wasn't quite sure why at first. It was late, the fires were low, and everyone was asleep. Then he felt it. Fenrir was behind him, and was running his hands up and down Harry's chest, digging in to just the brink of pain. The wolf rolled him onto his back and pulled open the wizards cloak and unbutton the shirt underneath, teasing Harry's nipples with his fingers and then his tongue. Rough hands slid down Harry's sides, pushing down pants and the shorts underneath smoothly with his large palms and rolling Harry to his side again, back against Fenrir's front. Those hands glided over Harry's buttocks and pulled them apart, his thumbs teasing at Harry's hole.
"You know what I saw today?" Harry could feel Fenrir chest rumble when he whispered in Harry's ear. "I saw someone pretending to be Harry, just Harry." With the aid of a little wandless magic by Harry, Fenrir's fingers were coated in oil. He slipped a tip of a thumb into him, and Harry couldn't help the breathless exclamation. "I saw a man who could have killed every orc in less than a minute," Fenrir slipped his finger deeper, "let others endanger themselves to protect him." Fenrir's other thumb was pushed into Harry in a slow torture. "I saw a wizard kill an orc without touching him and then thank an elf for shooting an already dead orc. I want to see you Harry Potter." Fenrir removed his thumbs and lined up his cock with Harry's hole, pulling one of Harry's legs up as he pushed into him with one long thrust. "I want to see Harry Potter, the conqueror, the man who defeated the dark lord, the vicious auror that I feared would catch me, the Harry Potter whose name is still half-whispered with reverence all over the world," Fenrir still spoke right in Harry's ear as he kept thrusting, a hands on Harry's leg and hip, drawing him deeper on his cock with each thrust. The warm breathe on his ear made the hair on his body stand up and feel every brush of the werewolf even more. "The Harry Potter whose heart beats with life when he is in the throes of battle, not just sex." Seemingly out of words for now, Fenrir continue to thrust until Harry came and then following soon after, filling Harry with a warm pulse. "I'm a possessive beast, Harry Potter. I won't hide what I am like you and I will do whatever I have to in order to get what I want. "
Harry had drawn his wand and cleaned the mess they made with a flick of it, setting clothes to rights all in the same motion, still deciphering what Fenrir said. It wasn't until he was tucking back down to go to sleep that Harry saw the light of a fire glinting off eyes watching them from the perimeter of camp. Eyes Harry knew well enough by now. Legolas' eyes.
A/n: thank you if you are reading this odd story. It's more for my pleasure so I am happy if you are also enjoying it.
