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Harry Potter and Winged Werewolves COMPLETED	By : yamiyugi23 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13761 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I have no rights to Harry Potter nor do I make any money from writing these fic's.

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A/N: This is written for the 'Smut University' challenge. First time I've tried writing something like…this…so be nice.

Beginnings

Harry's 16 years old. He killed Voldermort during the summer between his 5th and 6th year.

Harry gave a whimper as he curled up on himself and buried himself deep into his pile of blankets as the voices echoed throughout the hospital wing.

"The boy can't be allowed to live!" Fudge cried out, "His a weapon that has outlived its use!"

"Don't forget that his not longer human," came the voice of Doroles Umbridge.

"Now now, don't start all this," came the soothing voice of Albus Dumbledore, "The boy did us all a great favour in kill Voldermort, don't forget that it happened only a few days ago."

"Which is why we must act now and kill the boy!" Fudge roared causing Harry to burry deeper into his 'nest' of blankets, "We must kill the boy while his still weak!"

"Yes Minster, you're correct," Umbridge agreed, "And let's not forget that the boys no longer human."

"Yes!" Fudge cried out in agreement, "Just what would the wizarding world think when they find out just what they're saviour has become!"

"Now Cornelius," Dumbledore said calmly, "Let's think about Harry, his done enough for us and-"

"He needs to die," Umbridge said snidely, "You can stop protecting the weapon now Headmaster, you don't have to pretend you care about it any longer."

Harry's breathing froze as he waited for what Dumbledore would say next. His heart filled with fragile hope.

"I don't pretend that I like Harry, because I truly love the boy," Dumbledore said, his disapproving look could be heard in his voice, "I see the boy as a grandson. I will not allow you to harm this boy in any shape or form no matter what. Now please remove yourself, you shall be keeping these new developments to yourselves. I shall deal with them."

"You," cried Umbridge, "What can an old man like you do? You do know just what type of things that weapon of yours needs right?"

"I know," Dumbledore said simply, "And I have already got someone in mind to help him get back onto his feet and to teach him everything he needs to know."

"Wait! Just what creature is the Potter boy?" Fudge asked, "No one's told me, and how did he become one?"

'Nor me' Harry thought as he kept his breathing even and his body still, 'I didn't even know I wasn't a human anymore.'

"His a Winged Werewolf," Dumbledore said simply, "And as for how he became one, well it turns out Lily and her side of the family wasn't as muggle as we all thought. Winged Werewolf blood was dormant in her, I'm guessing that Voldermort's defeat is what triggered Harry's to awaken."

"A what?" Fudge and Dumbledore questioned.

'First and only thing I'll agree with them on' Harry thought as he waited for Dumbledore's explanation.

"Well to put it simply Harry's now a werewolf but his wolf form has wings," Dumbledore said knowingly, "These wings will most likely be either leathery or have feathers in them, through if his wings havefeathers in them then I pity his mate, they'll be exhausted."

"Exhausted?" Fudge questioned, "Whatever do you mean? No one will be getting exhausted; we'll be simply killing the weapon off in the fastest and safest manor possible."

"I have already told you Fudge," Dumbledore said, Harry could now hear the steel in his voice, "You will be killing no one today, go back to the ministry, tell them that this was a big understanding and you'll be leaving Harry Potter alone from now on."

"Or what?" Umbridge said with a sneer.

Harry strained his ears, trying to listen to what was being spoken but apparently he could hear nothing no matter how hard he tried. Through he wasn't too disappointed as Umbridge's next words cleared several things up.

"What's with the look?" Umbridge demanded, unknowingly answering Harry's question of why he couldn't hear what was being said even with his new 'Winged Werewolf' hearing, "Tell me!"

"Should I tell her Minister?" Dumbledore said slowly, "Or would you like to keep it a secret?"

Harry listened for a few minutes, his heart suddenly jumped into his throat at the sound of footsteps, only to give a sigh of relief as the footsteps went father and father away from him.

Harry gave a sigh of relief, he wasn't getting killed today.

"You know you can stop pretending that you're asleep," came Dumbledore's voice from just besides the bed, "I know you're awake in there."

Harry gave a surprised squeak and popped his head out of the nest of bed sheets to come face to face with a chuckling Albus Dumbledore.

"My boy I'm the Headmaster of a boarding school, I myself used to be a Professor and before that a student," Dumbledore said with his eyes twinkling, "I know every trick in the book."

Harry pouted, "No fair, you're old so you know way more than me."

"Oh my boy you'll be learning plenty soon enough," Dumbledore said with a kind smile, "I take it that you've overheard my little…talk…with Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge."

Harry blushed bright red as the Headmaster looked at him over those half moon glasses.

"So you know you're seen as a weapon and not a person, it also doesn't help that you're a Winged Werewolf," Dumbledore said with a thoughtful frown.

"Sir?" Harry asked shyly, "Just what is a Winged Werewolf? I mean besides from what you told Fudge and Umbridge?"

"Ah yes, you don't know," Dumbledore said as he nodded his head thoughtfully, "Well like you heard a Winged Werewolf is the same as a normal Werewolf, like Remus Lupin, but instead you've got wings and you'll…"

"Headmaster?" Harry asked as he tilted his head to the side, "I'll need what?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath, "Give me a second Harry, it's hard to explain this to someone who you see as a Grandson."

Harry couldn't help it; he hugged Dumbledore, "Thank you Grandpa."

"Oh my boy, your something special," Dumbledore chuckled as he ran his hands through Harry's hair, "Well my boy you'll need a pack like any wolf or werewolf, you'll need a mate and a lot of sexual attention…"

"Sexual attention?" Harry asked slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Well my boy," Dumbledore said as he gave a kind smile, "Winged Wolves need a lot of different things and it has been discovered that these…things…are found in taking care of your sexual needs. You'll be…enjoying…yourself a lot but you'll be happy I promise you that."

Harry gave a dumb blink, "How do I get myself into these situations?"

"You're not mad? Feel free to destroy the hospital wing," Dumbledore said in shock.

"I'm not mad Grandpa," Harry answered as he snuggled up to the old man, "I'm happy that you've come right out and told me the truth, besides with me killing Voldermort only a few days ago I can't be asked to fight anymore."

"Well my boy I promise that the person I have lined up to help you out will be kind, understanding and everything that you want," Dumbledore said as he carefully removed Harry from his lap, "Now my boy I take it you know one Remus Lupin."

"Remmy!" Harry squeaked out, turning bright red, "I do."

Dumbledore chuckled once again, his eyes sparkling, "Well my boy he'll be helping you through everything…including your sexual attentions. So I do hope you'll be enjoying yourself."

"Grandpa," Harry moaned out, "How did you know that-"

"You had a crush on our resident Werewolf?" Dumbledore said, "Simple, like your friends Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger, everyone but Remus and you knew it, we could all see it. Through your unlucky that Remus never noticed."

"Don't you have something to do," Harry growled out, "Like…I don't know paperwork?"

"Oh thank you Harry," Dumbledore cried suddenly as he stood up, "I had forgotten about that date I have with Minerva and the eatable blue paint. I must be going or I'll be late!"

"Eatable blue paint and Professor McGonagall," Harry said as he gapped like a fish, "I don't think I even want to know."

Harry let out a tired groan as he allowed himself to fall back into the nest of blankets he had created; the conversation with his Grandpa ran through his mind.

"Oh Merlin, Remmy," Harry moaned, "He'll be with me all the time, even helping me with my…"

Harry gave a shudder at the thoughts that came to mind as he trailed off, his hands began to roam his chest, a slight growl escaped Harry's lips as he noticed he was wearing a hospital gown, one hand played with his nipples while the other hand went lower and lower.

Harry gave a breathless gasp as his hand wrapped around his manhood. With a shaky breath Harry began to move his hand up and down causing strong waves of pleasure to wash over him.

"Remus! Oh Merlin Remus!" Harry cried out as he continued to pump, "Oh yes, Remmy!"

And as fast as it had started Harry found himself exploding with as a wave of pure pleasure took over.

"Remus," Harry said tiredly as he fell asleep after his little self-pleasure, "Love you Remmy, wish you'd see me more than just one of your best friend's kids. Love you so much."

With that Harry fell asleep, tied from everything that he had found out and still drained from defeating Voldermort.

As Harry fell asleep he never noticed the pair of glowing amber eyes from the shadows.

To Be Continued…
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Harry Potter and Winged Werewolves COMPLETED