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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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“Hey, why in the world we’re you two there when I got kidnapped?”
Fred and George glanced at Harry with blank expressions until his question registered and identical furious scowls twisted their features.
They were sprawled out in the sitting room, simply relaxing after such a long day. Harry, the Twins, and Remus, that is. The rest of the pack was spread out throughout the house and outside. Harry knew for a fact that Michal and Draco were upstairs…mating, and wouldn’t be down for hours. Fenrir, Lance, and Jake were getting Bryanna ready. Well…more like Fenrir was more than likely chewing out Jake while Lance did all they work.
“Wrong place—.”
“Wrong time—.”
“Or the opposite, rather.” George finished.
“If we hadn’t been there at that moment, who would’ve known what they would’ve done to you, Harry?” Fred shuddered.
“Before that bitch Bryanna went off blabbing her mouth—.”
“Kingsley had been bugging us to go to the Auror’s Department for questioning about what…happened.”
“We were on our way to his office when—.”
“We saw him and some others all clustered together—.”
“Walking fast and looking around suspiciously.”
“So we followed.” They chorused.
Harry blinked slowly. “Huh…”
If it wasn’t for the fact that those ignorant Auror’s had caused him to be saved by Fred and George—relatively speaking—then Harry would’ve laughed long and hard about it. How stupid could they be? Honestly, carrying him out in full daylight? Yes, the Twins were rather observant—being the masters of pranking, they had to be—but to be that obvious…
“Harry?”
Harry blinked and looked up at Fred; he knew it wasn’t George because the two, now as wolves, had a distinct shift in smell, though they still smelled rather alike.
“Oh, sorry. I zoned out for a second.” Fred grinned and George fidgeted. Harry sighed, knowing what they were going to ask. “Let it out.”
“How does it feel to fuck a serial killer?” They said in unison. Remus, who was beside them, choked. Harry blushed, but sighed again.
“He’s not just a serial killer, guys. He’s my mate and your Alpha, you’ll do well to remember. I’d tell you to watch your mouth when calling him that if I didn’t know any better, but he’d only take it as a compliment.”
“You didn’t answer the question.” Fred sing-songed and George smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking amazing.”
“Harry!”
Harry turned wide-eyed. “What?”
Remus frowned slightly and stood. “Can we talk for a moment?”
Harry sighed, knowing what this ‘talk’ was going to be about, but stood nonetheless. Remus led him to the kitchen and sat down, motioning for Harry to do the same. They sat in silence for a moment, able to hear Fenrir chewing Jake out for whatever reason with their enhanced hearing, until Remus built enough courage to speak.
“Harry…that man…you know he is Fenrir Greyback…right?”
Harry nodded. “The one and only.”
Remus swallowed hard, paling. “You are aware of his reputation?”
“Yes and frankly I could care less.”
“Harry!”
“What?! I already told you Remus; he is neither good nor mad. Yes, he has killed humans, but never without reason most of the time.”
“He turned me into a monster when I was but a child!”
“You are not a monster! No one here is a monster! Stop saying that! So what if he turned you? It’s for the better! In fact, I’m glad he bit me, because if he hadn’t then I wouldn’t of had the chance to have such a great family! Fenrir might be really rough on the edges, but he has his moments. So what if he’s not a happy-go-lucky guy?! I wouldn’t want him no other way. I’m sorry you can’t accept him as he is…It really breaks my heart. I care about the both of you and I’m not willing to give up either. Just please try to accept him…get to know him, please.”
Remus frowned and looked away with a long sigh. “Harry…my whole life. My whole life I spent in the shadows, being ridiculed and teased—.”
“Because you were with humans, Remus. Who cares about those stupid, fragile little people? They were mean to you because they were afraid of you. If you had accepted your wolf long ago, Remus…instead of trying to be human,” Harry spat the word vehemently, eyes flashing, “then your life would’ve been so much better. You might have considered my dad and Sirius as your pack, but I can’t deny that whatever you guys had could never beat a true pack, with your own. You belong here, Remus—.”
A snort cut Harry off and he turned to see Fenrir marching in with a cowed-looking Jake with his head bowed and the skin on his hands slightly melted and raw, trailing after. “If he doesn’t want to want to be with us, then let him go.”
“But, Fenrir, he’s your childe!”
“And he’s also a grown man. A goddamned Alpha at that.” Fenrir ran a critical eye over Remus. “A little too thin anyway, to be a good Alpha. He couldn’t beat me, so he’d end up leaving the pack anyway. Or I’d kill ‘em…” He considered it for a second, ignoring Harry’s glare. “Nah, I wouldn’t kill him.”
“Fenrir!” Harry forgot that he was giving his mate the silent treatment and ran to him, wrapping his arms around the larger man’s waist and looking up with pleading eyes. “He has to stay, please Fen.”
The man frowned and ran a hand through Harry’s hair. “I could give two fucks if he was in the pack or not, but I’m not the one who doesn’t accept his wolf.” He gave a pointed a glare at Remus, who shifted uncomfortably. “He’s spent so much time with humans that he’s not really even a wolf anymore. I know you can smell him; he doesn’t smell like a wolf. He’s suppressed it too much.”
“And we could fix that.” Harry let go of Fenrir to look at Remus with pleading eyes. “Please, Remus. Accept yourself, and accept Fenrir. It would do you so much good.”
Remus stared at Harry for a long second, a half-defeated look on his face. Then his shoulders slumped and he sighed. “I could never fight you, Harry. Alright, I’ll give it a try.”
~oOo~
Harry, along with Lance, watched with narrowed eyes as Fenrir paced towards a bound and snarling Bryanna. Fenrir had her strung by her wrist with pure silver chains, a thin strip of cloth between her skin and chain providing her small solace. He felt no sympathy for the woman. She was fucking crazy. And delusional.
Thinking if she broke him and Fenrir up, she would be able to have Fenrir. Ha. The notion was laughable. As if Fenrir was leaving him anytime soon.
“Bryanna.” Fenrir grunted, causing Harry to glance over at him. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
The woman simpered. “I did it for you, Fenrir! All for you.”
Fenrir snarled and Harry saw his clenched fist trembled as he restrained himself. “For me? You get my mate kidnapped, for me? You cause us to almost lose our pup, or pups, for me?”
“Yes!” Bryanna snapped, her cheeks turning red.
A growling, bitter laugh rumbled from Fenrir’s chest. “Then you were sorely mistaken, you bitch. Tell me, how did it feel when those stupid humans you ran to threw you in that room, lockin’ you up? Like an animal?”
Bryanna recoiled, her expression tightening. “I—.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Fenrir growled, stalking towards her. “Lance, get the Pup out of here. I don’t want him to see this.”
Not complaining—he was sure to get sick to his stomach—Harry turned away and marched up the stairs. Lance looked away from him, back at Fenrir, shrugging helplessly before following after. With the two gone, Fenrir allowed the bloodthirsty grin he’d been holding back spread across his face, icy eyes calculating. A visible shiver of fear passed through Bryanna’s body, her terrified eyes dilating.
Fenrir crossed the room, heading towards a table that was covered over with a long black cloth. He pulled it off with a flourish, revealing the gleaming instruments of torture underneath. Bryanna’s eyes widened and she let out am involuntary whimper. Fenrir grinned as he picked up a simple syringe and took slow, heavy steps towards her. He spoke with calm anger in his voice as he approached.
“This here is a mix of Tetrodotoxin, or TTX. I like this one a lot. You see, it’s not a poison. It’s a neurotoxin that causes paralysis. Dependin’ on where I inject it, I could simply kill you, or I can just paralyze you. But the most beautiful thing about it? It don’t affect your organs in any way, or your nerves.” Fenrir was behind her now, and with a blank expression he stuck the needle into her neck, pushing down on the injector. Byranna let out a small scream as her body began to stiffen. “So you will be able to feel every, little, itty bitty thing I do to you. And you can’t do anything. You will be able to only scream in agony. Isn’t it beautiful thing? Very appropriate.”
He moved away from her and returned to the table. Setting down the syringe, he touched some of his favorite tools. But then he shrugged and picked up a pair of simple, gleaming scissors. Bryanna whimpered as he approached, but he simply took the scissors to her clothes, cutting them from her body with precise movements. Her cheeks burned and she cried out, wishing desperately to cover herself but unable to move. Fenrir grinned maliciously.
“Oh, yes. You always had a thing about being naked in front of others, didn’t you? You silly, silly girl. How would you have been my mate without flashing some skin. Harry has no problem with being naked—now anyway—he’s more comfortable in his own skin than in his clothes. In fact, I’d swear he’d walk around her naked all day if I’d let ‘im.” Fenrir’s eyes darkened. “But he’s mine. You hear that, bitch? Mine. I will never let him go.”
With that, he turned and marched back to his table. He frowned at the assortment of tools in front of him. He had so many favorites…but what to chose first. He wanted something that would cause her a lot of pain, but wouldn’t kill her. His eyes lighted as they landed on one, seemingly harmless, one in particular.
Picking up a set of pliers, he grabbed the chair beside the table and set it down in front of Bryanna. Her eyes were wide and stuck on the pliers in his hand. Fenrir laughed darkly as he sat down, grabbing her right foot and setting it gently in his lap. He stroked her skin for a moment, before a harsh smirk twisted his lips and in one movement he lifted the pliers and yanked one of her toenails off. Her shriek filled the air as he continued with the rest of her toes on both feet, leaving her nerves raw and open, planning to save the biggest toe on her left foot for last.
Fenrir sighed in relief that he remembered to put up silencing charms as Bryanna’s screams grew louder and higher, making his eyes ring. He didn’t want his Pup to hear this. His little mate was sometimes just too kindhearted for his own good, and though he did have his rather dark moments, Harry just wouldn’t accept any of this. The thought made Fenrir growl and accidentally rip of her biggest toenail wrong, twisting the nail into her skin as he pulled it off.
That produced Bryanna’s loudest scream so far. He relished in the sound, ignoring the blood now dripping from his fingers. She began to sob helplessly and Fenrir frowned.
“Quit your blubbering. This is only the beginning, Bryanna.” He stood and returned once again to his table. “You’re lucky Harry won’t let me kill you. He isn’t that merciful, you know. You thought he was so weak, didn’t you? Just so you know, he’s been through worst than you have and didn’t shed not a tear or let out a scream. He took it all in and had the nerve to say he was okay. Can you do the same?”
Next he picked up a scalpel and returned to his seat. Picking up her bloody right foot, he carefully took the sharp blade to her ankle, slowly peeling away the skin. Her high pitched scream filled the air, causing Fenrir’s ears to ring harshly. He didn’t mind. In fact, it was music to his ears.
Blood poured from the wound profusely. Bryanna was going to die from blood loss, but Fenrir was rather prepared for that. He swiftly returned to his table, picking up a welding torch before quickly returning to his…experiment.
Flicking it on, Fenrir met Bryanna’s gaze as he lowered the blue and red fire to her skin. The smell of burning meat filled the air quickly. With one last bloodcurdling scream, Bryanna’s head slumped back as she whimpered tiredly. Fenrir tsked as her eyes fluttered.
“Now, now. It’s not sleepy time yet.” Grabbing the bucket of ice cold water prepared just for this, Fenrir splashed dome of it over her head, grinning as she gasped awake. “There you are. Hello. Time for more fun, yes?”
He tossed the torch back on the table, facing her with a considering look. Her feet were ruined, that was for sure. Nothing much else he could do with them now that the nerves were practically dead. He shrugged and went for her calves.
Her screams were weaker, but still loud, as he cut long deep gashes into the thick muscle of her legs. Satisfied, he sat down the scalpel and grabbed a bottle of vinegar. She whimpered soft, biting her lip, as he poured the liquid on her legs. Her blood and the vinegar mixed, creating a puddle of pink underneath her. Fenrir tsked at her.
“Come on, Bryanna.” He set down the vinegar and grabbed the can of salt. “You know that’s not what I want to hear. You’re only causing yourself more pain.”
Taking a handful of salt, he picked up her leg and roughly rubbed the crystals into her lacerations. A harsh scream ripped from her throat and she coughed up a bit of blood as her throat tore.
“Not loud enough.”
Making sure her legs were packed with salt, Fenrir picked up the vinegar and once again poured it down her legs. The combination of the salt and vinegar was so bad that her skin began to bubble and a loud, agonized scream—the best of all, Fenrir thought—came out of her mouth along with a good amount of blood. Fenrir grinned and nodded in approval.
“Good, good. See, that’s what I wanted to hear.”
For hours on top of hours, Fenrir tortured Bryanna. His pack knew what he was doing, and they weren’t going to stop him. Bryanna committed the worst of betrayals, and no one held any sympathy for her. Not even the weak hearted Remus. Fenrir was surprised no one came down and joined him. Then he guessed they wanted him to do it alone, because Harry was his mate. Which of course he had no problem with.
When he was finally down, Fenrir took a step back and admired his masterpiece. He’d allowed her to finally pass out, and she dangled limply, the toxin having bleed from her system.
She was now bald, after he’d gotten irritated from her hair getting in his way one too many times. Her body was littered with burns, cuts, holes, and so much more. Just the physical damage done to her would take months—maybe even years—to heal. Fenrir did admit, he did go a little overboard with the hammer. Just a little overzealous. Well…at least it was just her hands and feet. Her feet wouldn’t have lasted anyway. The appendages just wouldn’t heal as well as they could’ve, even with her werewolf healing.
His wolf growled at him to kill her. The final act of vengeance. But…he promised his little pup he wouldn’t. He honestly couldn’t understand why the stupid promise was holding him back. Before Harry he had no problems breaking the promises to his other mates. Who of course all ended up dead by his hands…but he just couldn’t find it in himself to break his promise to Harry. The look on his Pup’s face if the little raven ever found out…his wolf growled again, louder at the notion of hurting Harry, and he banished the thought.
Letting out his own growl, full of frustration, Fenrir climbed up the stairs. He found Lance leaning against the wall across from the door, apparently waiting for him. Light brown eyes scanned his body, most importantly the blood soaking his clothes, and a brow arched.
“Do I even want to know?”
Fenrir snorted. “Bryanna’s still alive. Take her out to the forest and leave her there. The stench of Loner is going to kill me. Do NOT let the Pup see even a drop of blood, or I swear Lance—.”
“I know, I know.” Lance waved a dismissive hand as he slipped by. “Quit with all the threats, you’re terrifying me and I might take you seriously. Especially with all the blood.”
Snapping at the Beta, Fenrir swiftly turned away and ran as quickly and as quietly as possible up the stairs. After taking a nice, hot shower to get rid of all the blood he was going to hunt down his mate.
All that torturing left him hot and horny.
~oOo~
Harry snarled under his breath, utterly pissed. He was currently in Emile’s arms, being carried like a baby because supposedly he couldn’t walk by himself. He was too fragile and his stomach was too big for him to walk. No one wanted him to trip and fall. As if Harry was completely useless or something.
He huffed. He was not useless; he could walk and keep up with the pack just as easily as anyone. It wasn’t like his feet were bleeding or anything; they were just a little sore from walking for so long. So what he was limping a little; he’s done more in worse conditions. But you’re pregnant, Fenrir argued. His anger built and Harry snarled again, this time a little louder, and caught Emile’s attention.
“Harry, you okay?”
“Just fucking peachy.” He snapped.
Emile’s lips quirked in the corners in a small smile and the man went back to staring ahead with a blank look. Harry’s hands clenched into fists and he felt the urge to beat something—or rather someone. A sharp breeze blew by and Harry shivered a bit. Emile felt it and tightened his arms, much to Harry’s dismay. He hated being a submissive; everyone always thought he was weaker than he actually was when he’s been through more shit in seven years then they have their whole lives.
They were currently on their way back after a wonderful full moon and both going there and coming back, Harry had been carried by Emile. Emile, who somehow become his bodyguard since he’s been pregnant.
Harry was three months, now, and his pregnancy was beginning to show. His belly was just a bulge, as if he ate too much, which was part of the reason why he was so pissed. No one gave two fucks about him walking before until he just happened to turn in such a way that his shirt pulled across his belly, revealing his bump. Everyone went into a panic and since then Emile’s been forced to carry Harry everywhere by Fenrir’s order.
The raven spent many hours yelling and arguing with Fenrir until his voice went hoarse, but his mate didn’t give in. This was one thing he wasn’t going to take a chance on. Harry understood where Fenrir’s trepidation came from, but he wished his mate understood him. By now, the man just had to know how Harry was and if there was anything he hated more, it was having to be dependent on others when he necessarily didn’t need to be. He couldn’t believe he had to go through four more months of this.
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