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The Pack	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55787 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Chapter List
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A massive thank you to all that follow my stories. I’m sorry for the late update but with a new job and health issues I haven’t had the time or inclination to write. I think that the writer’s block I had is now gone ;) so will endeavour to update at least every few weeks.
Warnings…you know me…slash m/m
The scent of blood was the first thing to assault Ron’s nostrils, the heavy coppery smell permeating the room. His eyes scanned for Victor, his heart growing heavy as the man did not appear to be in the room but rich deep red splashes decorated the floor.
“Where is that bastard?” Lucius’ tone was harsh and Ron shivered as the richness of his voice washed over him, earning a soft knowing smirk from the frowning potion master.
“VICTOR!” Ron shouted his temper brewing as he followed the trail of blood that led to towards the kitchen. Part of him secretly hoping that the bastard was suffering and an even smaller part of him hoped he was dead.
“Mr Krum?” Severus seemed calm but Ron could sense the underlying tension in the man, the dark haired man’s body alert and almost coiled like a cobra waiting to strike. The three men entered the kitchen preparing for a confrontation, Ron halted frozen to the spot and the blood that had pooled on the floor was vast but there was no body.
“Damn.” Severus whispered before scanning the room, stopping briefly when something caught his eye and Ron gasped as he followed the man’s gaze. The knife wicked looking and bloody on the kitchen counter.

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Harry opened his eyes, breathing in the comforting scent of brewing tea and the spitting sound of an open fire. He stretched and the allowed the sensation of popping joints and elongating limbs wash over him.
“Hey…sleep well?” Lucy asked with a soft smile and a hint of colour on her cheeks. Harry felt his own face flame at the memory of the heated dream that still filled his mind.
“Yes,” the gruffness in his own voice making him pause for a moment, he cleared his throat, “I should apologise,” Lucy looked at him with a hint of amusement, “For…you know…earlier.”
“What about earlier?” Harry stuttered at her response and she smiled, he let out a sign of relief at her relaxed attitude, “Harry…its ok,” she reached to pat his arm and stopped herself, “It doesn’t have to mean anything.” There was sadness in her voice and her eyes wondered to the picture of her husband.
“Remus and Sirius…they have each other,” Harry tried to think of what he wanted to say, “I want that with someone.”
“Do you love them?” Harry’s heart leapt at the thought and the voice in his head roared for them, the animal inside baying for his mates.
“The…”
“The wolf?” she asked and Harry felt relief at the understanding in her eyes, his wolf quiet for a moment.
“It yearns for them…I feel it in my bones.”
“A fire that burns?” he was shocked that she found exactly the right words to express.
“I…it’s not just the wolf that wants them,” he closed his eyes and let go of the fear of being different, “I want them.”
“You need to go home to them,” she reached over to softly stroke his cheek and the dream reared up inside him, he found himself letting out a soft growl and Lucy froze, “We…we shouldn’t, you’re confused by these new feelings and needs.” She stood and walked to the window, the dawning light brimming in the sky.
“I…I don’t know how I feel about it all but…” Harry stopped speaking as he watched Lucy tense, a growl spilling from her lips.
“Stay inside.” Her voice was strong and Harry almost believed the tone if he couldn’t see the slight tremble in her hands as she picked up the shotgun, “Stay out of sight.” She walked out onto the porch steps.
Harry approached slowly keeping to the shadows and stood at the edge of the window, giving him a perfect view but obscuring him from prying eyes. Lucy’s face was thunderous and her body stiff, the shotgun held to her side but her body on alert. A short, stocky older man with greying hair approached her with a patronising smile and Harry instantly disliked him. The wolf inside howling to be set free and Harry could feel his body readying to fight.
“There’s no need for the gun,” the man showed his hands to indicate he was unarmed but Lucy stood her ground, “I hear you have a houseguest?”
“News travels fast as usual.” Lucy spat and looked to the two men that stood on her land, Harry recognised them immediately as his two earlier attackers.
“We don’t like interlopers,” he leaned forward and Lucy recoiled from him, his smile widened and Harry could see a glint of lust in those dark granite eyes, “The town will not allow this…you cast him out,” his eyes hardened, “Now.”
“This is my land…you do not control me.” Lucy stood proud and with defiance, the man laughed and it was bitter.
“We’ve allowed you to remain here,” he crossed into her personal space, Harry felt the wolf clambering inside to take over, “You aren’t special…I told you I would give you a mourning period..” his eyes skimmed over Lucy’s body, “I will claim you.”
“Over my dead body,” Lucy stepped back and lifted the gun and the man merely smiled more unaffected by her anger, “I will never be yours…I told before I married…” he held up his hand as if it was of no regard.
“I said that you would be mine,” Harry shivered at the look in the man’s eyes and his tone as he spoke, “I always get my own way…one way or another.” Lucy blanched at the words, the man smiled and step off her porch, “We’ll talk again soon…get rid of your guest.”
Harry was furious and struggling not to chase after the man as they left, his anger dissipating at the sight of a pale and shaking Lucy as she came back into the cottage. Harry’s new senses could scent tears in the air and he opened his mouth to reassure her, his lips closing as she walked past him like he no longer existed.
“Lucy?” he whispered as he followed her into the bedroom, soft sobs echoing in the room. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the drawer to pull out a photo album.
“His name is Thomas McDermot…he’s been obsessed with me since I joined the pack years ago,” she opened the album to show a smiling picture of herself with her husband, “Richard…he was my whole world,” she pushed the book towards Harry, shaking her head as the tears flowed, “His car was ran off the road one night, they never found who was responsible.” Harry looked at the next picture and his heart broke, a smiling blond blued eyed boy sitting between Lucy and her husband.
“Your son?” Harry was frightened to hear the answer.
“Connor…he was three,” the sobs tore through Harry’s heart and he pulled her into his arms, the wolf howling at the next words, “I think Thomas killed them.”
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“Where the hell is Victor!” Ron shouted, his worry for Hermione morphing into anger for Victor as they searched the house. The house appeared to be deserted and aside from the blood in the living room and kitchen there was no indication Victor had been in any of the other rooms.
“Miss Granger never mentioned a knife?” Severus asked and Ron glared at him.
“No, he fell and hit his head!” Lucius touched Ron’s hand to calm him and the red head found the touch soothing, offering the blond a quick smile.
“I do not think that Miss Granger would do anything to deliberately hurt someone.” Lucius insisted and Severus huffed before muttering under his breath.
“She had no issue punching your son.” Ron couldn’t help but laugh at the comment remembering the look on Malfoy’s face, Lucius quirked an eyebrow and Ron turned away sheepishly.
“We all know what Herm wouldn’t do this,” Ron pointed to the blood and they all nodded their agreement, “We need to find him.”
“We will, do not worry,” Lucius pulled Ron into his arms and Ron’s mouth went dry at the feel of the strong arms enveloping him, he breathed in the scent of the man and sighed, “Severus, can you use this blood to do a tracking spell?”
“I suppose, there is certainly enough to work with,” he pulled a vial from his pocket and collected the blood up before banishing the mess, Ron was startled at him cleaning away the evidence, “It will do no good for someone to stumble across this.”
“No matter what Ron, we will protect Miss Granger.” Ron leaned into Lucius’ embrace at his words and the blond tilted his chin, soft lips brushed against Ron’s.
“I think this conversation would be better suited to the Manor?” Severus’ voice was brimming with promise making Ron feel light headed.
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Sirius paced back and forth in front of the fire, his face pale but with a hint of anger. Remus stood in the doorway watching his lover as he muttered to himself.
“Now Ron has gone…bloody Snape can’t be found…is this a conspiracy!”
“He left a note,” Remus offered, the note in question in his hand, “He said it was important and not to worry.” Sirius looked at him and Remus realised his anger was merely worry manifesting itself.
“I want Harry back.” Sirius whispered and Remus felt the misery that they both shared intensified.
“I know luv…we’ll find him,” he pulled the pacing man into his arms and the felt instant calm as Sirius scent reached the wolf, “I’m waiting to hear from the Scottish packs…they will help find him.”
“I dreamt about him,” Sirius murmured into Remus’ chest, “You were a wolf,” Remus’ heart sped up as he remembered his own recent dream, “There was a woman…” Remus stumbled back and Sirius frowned.
“With bright blue eyes?” both men shocked at the implication.
“Harry was there too…do you think he was communicating with us?” Remus pondered the connections that the wolves might share, reading that it was not unheard of for packs to share dreams from time to time.
“Who’s the girl?” Remus wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that question.
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Severus apparated them into Lucius’ private quarters earning a haughty smirk from the blond and Ron blushed.
“You have a one track mind,” Severus admonished Lucius who laughed, “it’s best not to see Miss Granger just yet.” Ron understood his reasoning and nodded his agreement.
“How long for you to do the tracking spell?”
“One hour, two at the most.” Severus set about gathering things that he would need and Lucius led Ron to sit in the comfy chair by the fire.
“Whatever shall we do to pass the time?” Lucius whispered in Ron’s ear and the red head shivered at the sensation, the blood rushing south at the question.
“Don’t torment the boy I have work to do!” Severus snapped and walked into the adjoining potion lab.
“He has a lab next to your rooms?” Ron asked, his voice wavering as Lucius ran a hand down his arm.
“Of course, he would not move in without one.”
“He lives with you?” Ron squeaked and Lucius smiled at him.
“He’s my lover,” he leaned over until his lips were right by Ron’s ear and his breath made the younger man moan, “I want him near me…for whenever the mood strikes.” He licked the rim of Ron’s ear and the moan turned into a whimper.
“Give me a minute!” Severus shouted from the lab and Lucius leaned back with a soft huff. The potion master stalked back into the room and Ron forgot how to breathe as the dark haired man walked towards him with pure need in his eyes.
“I nearly started without you” Lucius purred and Ron gulped, the potion master lowering himself to his knees. His hands touching Ron’s thighs as he moved forward until the younger man’s legs were spread either side of him.
“Oh Merlin…” Ron whimpered, those expert potion fingers skilfully reaching up and palming Ron’s rigid cock.
“Mmmmm his fingers feel good, don’t they?” Lucius’ words caressed Ron’s skin.
“Would you like more?” Severus’ voice was like honey, washing over Ron like a warm blanket and he nodded unable to speak.
“Let Severus show you his wicked tongue is not just good at being cutting,” Lucius’ voice was seductive and for a second Ron did not register the intention until Severus began to unbutton his jeans, “That’s it…let us show you pleasure.”
“I…I’ve…” Ron lowered his gaze and Severus paused, Lucius pressed a soft kiss to his neck.
“Merlin, are you inexperienced?” Severus’ questioned and Ron blushed with mortification.
“I’ve kissed and you know…” he made a gesture with his hand earning an amused laugh from Lucius, “But no further than that.”
Severus smiled and Ron’s cock which had deflated slightly at the admission perked back up and Severus pressed a tender kiss to the skin above Ron’s jeans. The heat in the room bordering on stifling and Ron’s hips thrust up, the potion master exposing his black underwear that was now becoming damp with Ron’s arousal. A soft hum of appreciation filled the air before those thin lips sucked the damp cloth and tasted Ron’s essence. The red head who thought that his cock could not harden any further was shocked as it twitched filling with more blood at the sensation, a hot tongue tracing the head through the material. Lucius stroked the nape of his neck and pressed kisses to the throbbing pulse point. Ron turned his face and captured the blonds lips with his own. The kiss wet and full of fire, tongues duelling loudly and Ron’s gasped into Lucius’ mouth as Severus freed his cock to the cooler air.
“Very nice.” Severus muttered before engulfing the shaft and his usually acidic tongue gave pleasure as it mapped the unexplored length. Ron could barely breathe between the kiss and the potion master’s ministrations. Lucius pulled back from the kiss briefly to quirk an eyebrow before lowering himself next to potion master. Ron looked down at the two men and almost came at the sight, his cock spitting pre-come that the dark eyed man drank down with a contented hum. Lucius looked at him with wonder and he looked down at the sight of Ron’s cock being worshipped by his lover. He leaned forward and Ron held his breath as the blond moved to share a kiss with the potion master, their tongues tangling around his cock.
“Oh…oh…oh” Ron couldn’t form coherent words as the two older men began taking turns at licking and sucking the shaft, his balls tingling with the need to come.
Lucius must have sensed the growing need and engulfed his cock till his nose was buried in the short curls around the base. Severus leaned up to taste Ron’s panting mouth and the younger man sucked the taste of himself off the agile tongue.
“Don’t hold back,” Severus murmured against his lips, “We want to taste you.” Ron arched his back and keened at the words, the dark eyed tormentor by the blonds side again.
The two men kissing and licking Ron’s diamond hard cock, the fluid spilling freely and he could feel his release building. Deft fingers coming into play as Severus stroked up and down as Lucius sucked at the slit. Lights exploded behind his eyes as his climax erupted, hot come spilling lushly into the open mouths of the two men. Ron’s closed his eyes at the sight, the visual too much as he moaned, his cock spilling more. He struggled to catch his breath and he felt light headed. Soft moans filled his ears and he opened his eyes to the vision of the two men kissing, sharing his taste. Dark almost black eyes looked at him and he knew he was falling for the two men, the former spy breaking his kiss with Lucius to devour Ron’s mouth.
“Be ours?” Lucius asked with a tone brimming with need.
“Yes.” Ron mouthed against Severus’ smiling mouth.
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Sirius stared at the fire and pondered the shared dream. Part of him felt some jealousy at the sight of Remus’ wolf taking the younger woman but his cock had hardened at the idea of it. Remus sat quietly and he knew that recent events were weighing heavily on his amber eyed lover. His breath suddenly robbed by a stabbing pain in his shoulder, Remus howled as he grabbed his own shoulder.
“Harry?” Sirius moaned.
The crack of someone apparating filled the room and Sirius panicked at the sight of a blood covered Harry holding an equally bloody girl in his arms.
“Remus…help us.” Harry’s voice was fading as he stumbled forward, blood flowing freely from his shoulder, the girl coughed and blood specked her lips, “We’ve been shot.” He managed to mutter before collapsing to the floor.
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