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Every Wolf's Bane	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 29234 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters from Harry Potter, all credit goes to Rowling and I do not make any profit from this fanfic

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Harry groaned as he threw up again. The whole pack was in hysterics after Harry woke up one morning throwing up everywhere. It was almost a month after he and Fenrir had sex for the first time and they’d done twice more since then.
Lance believed that it was more than likely Harry was pregnant, since they had sex during his heat. Fenrir yelled at Lance for an hour about why he didn’t say so earlier and how the hell were they supposed to prepare for everything last second.
It would seem that Fenrir had bad luck with pups in the past. All his pups from his other bitches were all born sickly or deformed. Those that survived their third month had some type of constant problem that usually resulted in Fenrir getting angry, killing the pups and beating the bitch to death. He wasn’t taking any chances with Harry, especially not with the full moon so close.
Fenrir flipped on Lance because they needed a safe place to watch over Harry after his change, so no other wolves, were- or not, would come and challenge him or no type of accident that could result in the death of the baby could occur. Fenrir had to be there and that meant Lance had to be in charge, but Fenrir still had to map out where they could and couldn’t go. It was time consuming and Fenrir was already occupied with Harry throwing up everywhere.
“Fenrir.” Harry growled, rubbing away the nasty burn in his throat. His mate either didn’t hear him over the sound of his own voice, or was ignoring him. “Fuck—…Fenrir! Would you shut the fuck up! Lance heard you the first fucking time you said it! Yelling at him is not going to change anything!”
Fenrir’s jaw clicked shut and he turned his glare on Harry. Already in a bad mood from throwing up all morning, Harry wasn’t in the mood to play the little submissive bitch to the Alpha. Draco, seeing the explosion about to come, ran over to placate Harry…it didn’t work.
A few days after Harry had told Draco the devastating news, the blonde sulked up to him and apologize. Harry accepted right away, missing his friend, but the already tentative relationship they had formed was even slower to return to how it used to be. Harry got quiet and inverted when he was with Draco, something Fenrir hated and grumbled all day about, and though the blonde noticed, there was nothing he could do as the air between them always felt awkward. Draco deeply regretted sending Harry over the edge like that, but he had been so distraught. He hadn’t known what else to do.
But though slow, their relationship was slowly building again. It helped that Harry was excited for Draco for when the full moon approached and the blonde would be bitten. And also Draco was ecstatic about Harry’s pregnancy. His love of children was a secret of his, one that he accidentally blurted out to Harry when the raven had whispered to him that he thought he was pregnant. And now, Draco was Harry’s morale support, other than Lance.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that! You’re too busy paying attention to irrelevant things to see me over here throwing my guts up—…gugrrh—” Harry cut himself off and pushed Draco away, leaning over to throw up again. He felt Draco’s cool hands touch his forehead and push his hair away. He groaned and pushed Draco away again, sitting up and glaring at Fenrir, who was rooted to the spot and staring at Harry. His anger flared again and he struggled to stand.
“You know what Fenrir? Fuck you! You’re useless!” He stumbled towards the sitting room, where a fire was crackling for him as they were approaching the deep of winter. “What kind of Alpha are you when you’re too busy yelling to take care of your sick and pregnant mate?!” Fenrir snarled and stomped towards him. “Oh, now you come!”
“Shut up, Harry!”
“No, I won’t!”
As Harry and Fenrir began arguing, Draco slowly backed away to where the rest of the pack sat huddled, staring wide-eyed.
“Harry is bloody mad, he has to be.” Michal said, shaking his head in wonder as he wrapped an arm around the blonde.
Lance sighed. “No, he’s just pregnant.”
“But…he shouldn’t be throwing up this early…should he?” Draco asked curiously. Lance only shrugged.
Emile shook his head. “Harry’s a fiery one. Fenrir’s going to have to rethink his priorities if he thinks this one’s going to be easy.”
“Just more stronger the pups’ll come out as, in my opinion.” Tamera joined in carefully. She was slowly warming up to Harry, attracted to his warm personality over Bryanna’s bitchy one.
Everyone nodded. No one noticed Bryanna’s furious gaze. No one noticed her slink out of the room. Harry was too deep in his argument with Fenrir and his pain to notice when she left the wards.
~oOo~
How dare that filthy mutt come and take what was rightfully hers?! All he did was bat his eyelashes and Fenrir would go running. And then he spread his legs like the whore he was and Fenrir decided to mate with him.
Ha!
He was nothing but a toy for Fenrir. A little puppy for the wolf to play with. Bryanna knew the truth. She knew that under his mask, he was in love with her. Oh yes, she could see it in the way he looked at her.
But now that mutt came and distracted him!
Bryanna almost had him! Years she had waited for Fenrir to finally notice her! Not only was she the only dominant female wolf in the pack, she was also Fenrir’s best hunter. And she was the prettiest. Only thing was, she didn’t eagerly spread her legs like the toys Fenrir played with did. So it took him longer to notice her, but then he did! Only for his attention to be stolen by that mutt!
It was okay though. Bryanna knew how Fenrir was. He chose a bitch, and when he got bored or annoyed with her, he killed them off. The mutt was no different. Well, there was one slight difference.
Bryanna was going to take care of little Harry herself. She couldn’t, of course, waltz right up and kill him; Fenrir wouldn’t like that. No, she was going to do something much better. A few people who would get rid of Potter and that spawn he was carrying. No way was that baby Fenrir’s. The whore must’ve spread his legs for someone else in the pack.
But it was okay. Yes, everything was going to be okay. She was going to get her Fenrir. He was hers.
She couldn’t hold in the smirk that made her lips twitched as she approached the secretary of the Minister of Magic’s office. The woman looked up.
“Yes, how may I help you?”
“I have some information I think the Minister would like to hear.” She replied smoothly.
“Uh huh.” The woman popped the gum Bryanna only just noticed she was chewing. “Do you have a scheduled appointment?”
“I don’t but—.”
“Then sorry. Please schedule an appointment and return on the specified date. Would you like to schedule one right now?”
Bryanna glared. “No, for fuck’s sake. Just tell the Minister that I know where Harry Potter is. I think he will like that, appointment or no.”
~oOo~
Harry’s eyes followed Fenrir’s movements in a hot glare as his mate ran around, yelling out orders. It took nearly a week, but they finally found a safe spot for Harry to complete his change in the forest, where they were now. The full moon was in less than four days and Fenrir and the pack was going out to do one last scan of the area before moving Harry to the location. Emile, their third strongest fighter after Fenrir and Lance, was staying behind to watch over and protect Harry. He currently sat next to the young, furious wolf and sent a concerned glance at Harry when he thought the teen wasn’t looking. Draco sat on Harry’s other side with Michal, watching the raven with amused eyes.
A snarl ripped from Harry’s chest when Fenrir glanced back at him. His emotions had been very topsy-turny and currently he was in one of his worse moods. The pack had learned quickly to stay a safe distance away from him when he was in one of these moods, especially Fenrir. Harry took his anger out the most on his mate, though the reasons why were most unknown. Fenrir for the most part tried to keep his own anger in check, but sometimes he exploded and that resulted in an all-day yelling match between him and Harry. Everyone was sure that if Harry wasn’t pregnant, the fight would be a lot more than verbal.
Fenrir scowled and gestured for the pack, minus Harry and Emile, to follow him. Harry only relaxed when the man was out of sight. The safe spot they’d found for him was a small meadow and little ways off from their main clearing, where they changed last full moon and planned to do again this one. It was also an ideal spot for Harry to have his pups, with a small stream and a patch of graze nearby, attracting forest animals and providing the pack with food for those first days while Harry healed and couldn’t be moved too much.
The wind blew and Emile suddenly stiffened, looking towards the opposite way Fenrir and the others went. He slowly tilted his head to the side, nose flaring and eyes flitting. Harry sat up and looked at him imploringly. Then he smelt it; the scent of humans, the crackling smell wizards to be exact.
Emile stood and pulled Harry up with him, sending a warning growl in the direction he was looking. Shadowed figures stepped from the shadows of the trees, cloaked in dark Auror robes and wands out and focused solely on Emile. Harry’s eyes widened as he recognized the pink hair poking from the hood of one robe and the stocky, slightly tilted stance of another.
Moody and Tonks! They’d figured it out. They were going to kill him. Kill his pups. He gasped and backed behind Emile. The older wolf glanced down at him, his expression as unreadable as always but his eyes shining with reassurance. The pounding of Harry’s heart slowed and he took a deep breath. Emile was there for a reason and neither of them would go down without a fight. He watched through narrow eyes as Moody stepped forward.
“Release the boy and we won’t kill you.” He brandished his wand in what seemed like a menacing way, but the Auror must’ve forgotten in his old age that werewolves were immune to wizard magic.
Emile’s lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh, but his face remained impassive. He only responded with another warning growl, this one deeper and louder than the first. Moody gave a growl of his own.
“Then you leave us no choice! Aurors!” All the Auror raised their wands and shouted something Harry’d never heard before. Something silver colored and liquidy shot towards them. Harry’s eyes widened. Emile must’ve realized what it was the same time he did, because he picked Harry up and began running in zig zags in the opposite direction of the Aurors, towards the meadow, and towards Fenrir.
Harry heard the wizards take chase after them and he clutched at Emile’s shirt, silently urging the wolf faster. They were almost halfway there when Emile let out a choked snarl and began to slow down, limping. Harry looked down to see the liquid silver solidify straight through the middle of Emile’s thigh. He gasped as blood began to pour out and looked up at the man, who was beginning to look pale.
“Emile, put me down. I can run; you can’t carry me with this wound.” Emile only clenched his jaw and shook his head hard. Harry felt his anger begin to feed on his worry and he smacked Emile on the chest. “Yes, dammit. Do as I say, Emile.” Just then, Emile let out a cry and fell to his knees, Harry falling from his arms.
As he fell, he saw a second liquid silver solidify itself in Emile’s other thigh, cutting right through the tendon. He saw Emile reach out to him, eye wide with panic. He tumbled to the ground, and as his head fell, it connected with something hard. His mouth opened in a silent groan and he saw black.
~oOo~
Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, immediately closing them as the bright light shone down on his face.
“You can’t do this! You can’t just—…just kidnap somebody!” That sounded like…Fred? His voice panicked and furious and worried, no doubt for Harry.
“Fred, George. We didn’t kidnap him. We saved him. That savage beast we found him with was holding him captive. You should’ve seen him, all pale and terrified.” That was…Kingsley? Sounding reassuring?
“You don’t—”
“Understand—”
“Harry wanted—”
“To be with—”
“The pack. He didn’t want—”
“To be saved.”
Definitely the twins, sounding distraught. Harry frowned and finally opened his eyes. He blinked. The room was one he never saw before, yet somehow still familiar. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head. Those walls…was he in Hogwarts?
The last he remembered, the Aurors had came to take him from Emile, from his pack, and Emile had ran off with him, trying to find Fenrir. The Aurors had been…shooting liquid silver at them. They’d got Emile and he’d fallen, Harry also falling. He must’ve hit his head on a rock when he fell. He seemed to be doing that a lot.
Suddenly he gasped, hand flying to his belly. It was barely, barely, noticeable, but a small bump was forming. His baby was fine. Hopefully no one noticed when he passed out. He had to make sure no one noticed; he had to escape. Fenrir was probably looking for him, but there was no way he was going to sit there like a damsel in distress.
He slowly got up, careful of his sore head, and walked to the window closest to his bed. His room wasn’t too high up, and with his new strength it shouldn’t hurt too much. He couldn’t take the chance though, not with his fragile baby. He turned away, contemplating on whether or not he should make a rope from the sheets, when the door suddenly opened.
Looking up in alarm, he backed against the wall and growled. Kingsley stepped inside, smiling cheerfully, followed by Tonks and Moody, Bryanna looking at him with a feral smirk, and finally Fred and George, the former looking stony and the latter glaring with a pissed expression. Harry’s gaze flickered between the six and he let out a warning growl. Kingsley raised his hands placating gesture.
“Now, now Harry. Calm down. We’re here to protect you. We’re not going to hurt you.”
Harry laughed humorlessly. “Ha! Not hurt me? You just forcibly took me from my home, my pack, and you expect me to believe that? And just before the full moon to—” Suddenly he stopped, his expression thoughtful. “How long was I out?”
They all shared a look, and no one said anything. He growled out his impatience. George suddenly looked up, eyes rimmed red, and stepped forward.
“Two days. They put you under a spell induced coma and gave you a ‘check up’.” He looked back at the others, minus his brother, with disgust.
Kingsley stepped forward. “Ah, yes. About that. Your…baby, Harry—” Harry growled and covered his stomach protectively, glaring at Kingsley. “Well, see. We’ve offered to have it…terminated—”
Harry snarled, looking at Kingsley with such a murderous expression that the man took a step back. “Terminate it! You mean to kill my baby?!”
Kingsley nodded hesitantly. “Yes, well…We assumed your baby was conceived not exactly…willingly.”
Harry was silent. “You mean…rape?” He said with low danger. Kingsley nodded once. All the anger that had been building up in Harry suddenly exploded. “Are you kidding me? Fuck you, Kingsley! And fuck you, Tonks! And fuck you, Moody! Especially, you, fucking bitch! How dare you?!” He marched forward, green eyes glowing darkly. “I’ll very well have you know that me and my mate enjoy having sex. In fact, the night before we found out I was pregnant, we were fuc—!”
Bryanna screeched. “Shut the fuck up! No way the Alpha wants some weak piece of shit like you, whore!”
“You wanna repeat that in my face, bitch?!” Harry snarled, stepping closer.
Before he could do anything, Fred rushed forward and hugged him tightly. “Harry, me and George won’t let those fuckers do anything to your baby. You can keep it, it’s yours. Yours and your mate’s.”
Harry visibly relaxed and backed away. Kingsley and Moody shared a look. The limp Auror stepped forward. “Who is this mate you speak of boy?”
Harry smiled darkly. “Wouldn’t you like to know? All you need to know about him is that once he finds me…you all will more than likely die. Pray that he finds me before the full moon, because you can believe me when I say that he will take pleasure in ripping you limb from limb if he were in his wolf form. Then you’ll know who he is.”
They visibly paled. And Harry snarled a grin at them. “Now get the fuck out.”
~oOo~
Fenrir roared in frustration. Harry, his mate, was gone.
Taken by wizards, according to Emile, who was currently getting his wounds attended to. Wounds from protecting Harry. He did his best to protect Harry, but now Fenrir had to go out and find his pup. But he didn’t even have a scent to follow! Those thrice-damned wizards Apparated after taking Harry.
And Bryanna. Why the hell didn’t he notice she was missing earlier? Oh right, he and Harry were fucking arguing. God-fucking-dammit! He was going to rip that bitch and all those fucking Aurors limb from limb. He growled low and let out a howl, promising blood and death to those who took what was his. The pack echoed his howl, just as devastated and worried for Harry as he was. Lance, face drawn, approached Fenrir cautiously.
“Fenrir…Emile was hit with silver and his wounds aren’t healing fast enough. If you want to go out and find Harry now…we have to leave someone with Emile. He can’t walk, can’t even get up—”
“Fine, leave Arick. I’m going to fucking find my mate.” Fenrir stormed off, in the direction of the sitting room, to the fireplace. From there, he would Floo to Diagon Alley and hopefully get a better scent of his mate. Or better yet, the scent of one of those who took him. The quicker the carnage began, the more satisfied Fenrir would become, especially once he found his pregnant mate.
His face lifted in a snarl as the rest of the pack quickly flanked him, minus the wounded Emile and Arick. Oh, yes. He promised lots of carnage. He lifted his head in another howl and his pack followed.
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