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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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YEAH IT'S A SHORT CHAPTER! YEAH I HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK! DAMMIT! But I wanted to give you guyz babies coz I loves you all

Harry pouted. He had screamed, shouted, cussed, cursed, hexed, threatened, and everything in between. But now, he pouted.
Emile was to his right, quietly reading a book. Remus was to his left, trying to engage him in conversation. Fenrir was behind him, silently watching him with his ever present scowl.
Why?
Well, Harry was in his last week of his pregnancy. He could go into labor any minute.
He wasn't allowed to do anything. Any moment he was sure they were going to ban him from breathing, because the air would harm the baby. And Harry was fed up.
Oh, yes. He was pissed.
It was worse when it was the full moon and everyone's wolf was more prominent. Even Draco was being overprotective of him, and the blonde himself was a month along. Harry remembered fondly a few months ago when Michal and Draco had approached them:
Harry'd been wrapped up in Fenrir, the man's long arms coming around his body and even longer legs caging him on either side. His shoulder was occupied by Fenrir's head, and the large wolf was dozing lightly. He only cracked an eyes open when Michal and Draco approached, both of them looking nervous.
"Alphas, we would like your permeession to—…ah…"
Michal had gone red and looked to Draco. The blond rolled his eyes, clasping his mate's hand and looking Harry in the eyes.
"Michal wants pups and we can't have any unless you two say it's okay, apparently."
Harry blinked in surprise, turning to Fenrir. "What? Is this true Fenrir?"
The man nodded slowly. "Without our permission, no one else in the pack is allowed to have pups. They can mate yes, but nothin' else. Any pup they have could be a threat to ours, and I have all the rights to kill any pups born without our permission."
"Fenrir!" Harry exclaimed, shooting upwards.
"Calm down Harry." Fenrir shook his head, pulling Harry back into his arms. "I can't help it. It's my instinct as the Pack Alpha. Any threat to me, my mate, or my pups means immediate death."
"That's not fair!"
Fenrir shrugged. "It is the way."
Harry crossed his arms. "Well, I say Michal and Draco should be able to have pups too. My pups are going to need someone other than their siblings to play with, you know."
"Harry…" The raven only glared at his mate. Fenrir sighed. "Alright, fine. You two have the Alpha's permission."
A grin spread across Draco and Michal's face, the latter immediately dragging his mate away. Harry also grined, twisting his waist so that he could wrap his arms around Fenrir's neck.
"Thank you, Fen."
The man grumbled but accepted the affections. "Whatever. Their litter better not be bigger than ours."
Harry laughed. "It doesn't matter, Fen! Be happy we're having a litter."
Fenrir merely grunted.
Abruptly, Harry was pulled from his walk across his memories as a twisting pain took away his breath. Fenrir was immediately there, pulling him out of his reflexive curl against the pain, but Harry resisted.
"I'm fine, just a contraction."
"That sounded more like a simple contraction, Harry."
"I know when I'm having a fucking contraction, Fenrir!" Harry growled with a glare. "Calm the fuck down! Stop worrying so fucking much!"
"Well excuse me for fucking caring!"
"No one asked you to, goddammit!"
"Fine! Then I won't!"
"Fine—!" Harry was cut off, eyes widening as his stomach muscles contracted and writhed.
He gasped as another one hit him, and then warm liquid flooded from between his legs. It took a second for what just happen to hit him—how it happened—where everyone was frozen. And then he looked up at Fenrir, who was stuck with worry clouding his eyes, overtaking the anger easily. Harry swallowed.
"I think…my water just broke."
And shit, ladies and gentlemen, hit the fan.
~oOo~
"AHHHHHH!" Harry screamed bloody murder around the stick in his mouth, making it fall out.
The pack, who was currently surrounding him, winced at his high-pitched voice. He was at the moment curled in a near fetal position around his large stomach, tightly holding Emile's hand in a bone-crutching grip in one hand, Remus' in the other, as he tried to give birth for the very first time. Fenrir was between his legs, carefully cutting open his stomach in a caesarean. It was a slow process, as Fenrir was trying really hard to not cut too deeply, but Harry kept tensing and jerking around with his contractions.
"Shh, Harry, try to relax." Draco said above him. Harry had his head in the blonde's lap, and Draco was running a hand through his sweat soaked hair. The twins were behind him, also saying things of encouragement. Or at least trying. Michal was also there, next to Draco, saying encouraging words in Russian to the young raven wolf.
"Relax? Relax! How the fuck am I supposed to relax when I have a baby trying to rip out my stomach—AHHH!" Harry threw his head back and screamed again as another contraction seized him.
A loud crack was heard as he broke one of Remus' knuckles, but the Beta only let out a low hiss. Harry panted through his nose, trying to relax as Draco had said. He gave Fenrir a death glare as his mate cut through the half point, nearly done.
"Fenrir, I swear on Merlin after this I'm a cutting your dick off!"
Fenrir paled and swallowed hard, but kept his hand steady. He was nearly done…
There!
He threw his knife to the side and plunged his hands into Harry's open stomach. Harry watched faintly as he pulled out a bloody, baby-shaped bundle. Fenrir turned it over and slapped its bum, making the infant's mouth open and release a loud wail. The pack cheered and Harry let out a relieved breath, completely exhausted. That is, until Fenrir's hands went back into his stomach, causing him to curse and curl upwards, and removed yet another baby. And then did it again, for a third fucking time!
Harry relaxed fully this time; he slowly released his grip on Remus and Emile, and the latter moved quickly with a first aid kit to stitch up Harry's laceration.
Someone heated a bowl of water until it was steaming, and the babies were quickly washed and bundled in warm cloths. Harry looked up tiredly when Fenrir approached him with his pups, a wide smirk on his face and his eyes shining proudly. At Harry's questioning look, his smirk widened to a genuine smile.
"Two boys. You gave me two boys and a little girl, Harry."
Harry's eyes widened and a small tear slipped down even as he smiled. He was more emotional than usual at the moment. "I wanted to give you a boy, Fenrir, I did."
Fenrir fell to his knees beside Harry, gently pressing one of the pups into his arms. "I know." He leaned down and nuzzled his face into Harry's. "So you gave me two. Thank you."
Harry released a happy sigh and looked down at his baby. He had Harry's shock of straight black hair, little flying tuffs, but they wouldn't know his true eye color for a couple more weeks, as was the same with the other two. He smelled a bit like both Harry and Fenrir, but his own, dominant smell reminded Harry of summertime. He looked into that little face and a name immediately popped into his head.
"Mason." He breathed out. "Little Mason."
His mate blinked down at the baby then met Harry's gaze with a sharp, approving nod. "I agree. Little Mason."
Harry bit his lip and held up Mason to Fenrir so he could switch for the next baby. This boy had Fenrir's curls, but again had Harry's black mop, thick and standing crazily in every which a way. Something felt different about this babe from Mason, though, and Harry suspected that this pup would be a submissive, like him. He looked at his baby, and again a name popped into his head. He looked up at Fenrir.
"Jon."
Fenrir tilted his head to the side. "Where are you getting these names from, pup?"
"Dunno." Harry shrugged. "Give me my baby girl."
Lance stepped closer with the last bundle and handed Harry the pup. His little girl had Fenrir's dark brown hair, but hers was a combination of straight and curly strands, flying wildly about her face. But as Harry looked deeply into her face, no name popped into his head and he knew he wasn't not to name this pup. He held her out towards Fenrir, who gave her a confused glance.
"You're naming her, Fenrir, not me."
Fenrir's eyes widened. "Me? No."
"Yes."
"No way. I—I don't know what to name her."
Harry was relentless. "You do. Look in her face. Look closely."
Fenrir shot him a glare, but did as he said, eyes narrowing as he stared at his daughter. A second passed and his eyes widened.
"Rayne." He blinked and looked at Harry. "Her name is Rayne."
"Good name." Harry smiled and lowered his arms, sighing in relief from the strain and closing his eyes in exhaustion. "Told you."
His mate grunted. "You're tired. Lance, get Rayne; Emile—no, here. I'll get Harry. Jake come clean up this shit!"
Harry opened his eyes blearily. "I want to sleep with my pups."
"Okay Harry. I have to pick you up now, okay?"
"Mm hmm." Harry closed his eyes, letting out only a small mewl of discomfort when Fenrir picked him up. He could hear Lance and Emile behind him, with his babies, and reached out blindly for them when Fenrir laid him down in warm blankets
"Hold on Harry." A baby was pressed into his arms—Jon, by the smell of him—and Harry tucked the baby into his side and quickly reached out for another. He relaxed only when his pups were safely tucked under him and Fenrir was lying beside him, shielding him and his pups. "You okay, Harry?"
Harry hummed and reached out for any piece of Fenrir he could reach and promptly fell asleep…
Only to groan and open his eyes two hours later when his pups started crying. Fenrir shot up ramrod straight, alert, until he realized they were in no danger. He glanced down at the crying babies with a slight scowl.
"Why are they crying?"
"Because they're hungry and wet, Fenrir." Harry said tiredly. "Did you remember to get nappies when you went into the town square?"
"Yeah, hold on—Lance! Lance, where'd you put those damn bags?" Fenrir stood and stalked out the room, searching for the bags with all their baby stuff in it.
Harry looked down and tried to placate his crying pups, softly singing them a song. He didn't realize it at the moment, but the others told him later; he had been singing in Parseltongue within his tiredness.
"Here Harry." Fenrir slid to a stop in front of him, juggling three freshly made bottles and a bag of nappies and wipes.
Harry grinned and reached for the nappies. Together they made quick progress of changing nappies and feeding and burping the infants, before all five quickly fell back asleep.

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