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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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You know...I've always wondered why authors used the word 'dis-apparating'. Not to diss anyone or anything like that, but I mean...that's not technically possible. The prefix 'dis' means to do the opposite of something, and the opposite of apparating is...well, nothing. You'll kind of just be standing there. So pretty much 'disapparating' isn't even something you can actually even do. You can only apparate from one location to another. Just a random thought I had while reading a fic. Well, a couple of fics. I'm not trying to say anything about anyone's work, but I was just wondering what those authors were thinking about when they decided to use the prefix 'dis'. I don't know; let me shut up...
oh wait, I no longer have writer's block (maybe-no, probably not everything is coming out crappy right now) and I am glad everyone thinks the babies are cute :3

Voldemort paced angrily back and forth through his hall. He was beyond pissed. His Inner Circle, comprised of his most loyal and faithful Death Eaters, stood in a horizontal line before him, all standing composed and masked with the exception of one Peter Pettigrew, who had just suffered an angry Cruciatus Curse.
"A year." Voldemort hissed as he whirled on his Death Eaters, eyes flashing blood. "An entire. Bloody. Fucking. Year. All I want is one simple thing—for you nincompoops to locate Harry Potter and bring him to me. A little boy who should not have been able to escape in the first place."
A woman with extremely messy, inky black hair stepped forward with a crazed grin stretching her blood red lips. Bellatrix Lestrange. "My lord, please calm down. We will find the boy." She simpered
The Dark Lord backhanded her, sending Bellatrix a contempt look. "Ruldolphus, control your bitch."
Said dark haired man—torturer extraordinaire—bowed and grabbed his wife. "Yes, my lord. I am sorry, my lord."
Red eyes skipped over the row of Death Eaters. "I want him found. Now. I don't care how you do it, but find him. Burn towns and villages to the ground, torture people for information, start a world fucking apocalypse—I don't care, just FIND HIM!"
"Yes, my lord." Every Death Eater intoned in synchronicity before apparating from the room.
Voldemort cursed and stormed from the room.
~oOo~
Harry woke with a gasp, eyes blinking open to darkness. It took him but a second to realize Fenrir wasn't in bed with him. He sighed softly and rolled over, rubbing his throbbing forehead. He'd forgotten Voldemort was after him.
A soft gurgle caught his attention and he smiled as he realized his babies were all up and, for once, rather quiet. If they weren't crying for something, they were making loud noises at each other in baby talk. Well, Mason and Jon did. Rayne was a quiet, more reliant on action type, like her father. Only close to a month had passed since their birth, and yet they were already showing so much personality. Both Harry and Fenrir couldn't be any prouder.
Smile slipping as his forehead throbbed, as if a reminder, Harry curled up on himself. What was he thinking? Bringing innocent children in a world where Voldemort was still on the loose. And coming after him. What would happen to his babies should he be captured again? A soft whimper passed his lips as his mind was filled with a flash of bright green light and his mother's haunting scream.
"Harry?" A rumbling voice called, rough fingertips contrasted by their soft touch against his arm.
Harry gasped and looked up. He hadn't even notice his mate come inside. Fenrir took one look into Harry's eyes and immediately pulled his mate into his arms.
"What were you thinkin' about, Pup?"
"No, I—." Harry looked down at his fingers as they twisted themselves into Fenrir's shirt. It was not the shirt he went to sleep in. "I had another vision about Voldemort."
Fenrir tensed. "What? You haven't had one in a long time."
"I know. He was angry that none of his Zombie Munchers could find me." Harry twisted around and threaded his fingers behind Fenrir's head. "Where were you?"
"Mason barfed all over me when I was burpin' him. I changed my shirt and took the other one down to the hamper in the basement. That shit was rank." Fenrir frowned. "Don't change the subject—."
"Hm." Harry stood and made his way over to the three cots holding his pups. "You changed their nappies, fed and burped all of them? Fen, why didn't you wake me? Mason threw up all over you probably because you fed him too much."
His mate stood. "You haven't been sleeping much since they were born, and you need energy for your transformation in a few days."
Harry frowned; they were all still awake and gurgling happily at him. "Why are they all still up?"
"I dunno." Fenrir came to stand beside him. "I tried everythin' except that hissin' shit you do, but they won't go to sleep."
"It's called Parseltongue, Fen." Harry corrected absently, his attention on his babies.
A pair of vibrant, forest green eyes and two pairs of slivery blue eyes—one pair soft and the other steely—stared up at him unblinkingly. Jon, Mason, and Rayne, respectively, from left to right.
Jon was Harry's look-alike, with his messy black hair and bright green eyes, and was nothing like Fenrir; he was the little sweetheart of the pack. Mason was Fenrir's look-alike other than his raven colored hair and the softer look his carried in his grey orbs; he did not act much like the man with his happy-go-lucky persona. Rayne was in every way the scowly man, attitude and appearance wise, with her dark brown mix of curls and straight hair, and her steel-like eyes; Fenrir fell in love with his grumpy little girl and acted so all the time.
"Harry?"
"What Fenrir?"
"What are you goin' to do about Voldemort?"
Harry sighed. "What can I do? That was another thing I was thinking about. Fenrir, what were we doing bringing pups into…into this? Voldemort is on my ass every waking moment of his fucking day. What happened if I get captured?"
Fenrir growled. "I will not let you get captured, Harry. Over my dead fuckin' body."
"Fenrir don't say that!" Harry hissed. "Don't fucking jinx it, okay? Imagine if that did happen!"
To his shame, tears began to build in his eyes. Harry turned away with a curse and scrubbed at his face. Fenrir reached out and grabbed his chin in a soft grip.
"Is this about your parents and Voldemort?" The man asked with uncharacteristic softness in his tone. Harry nodded slowly. "Harry, nothin' like what happened to you will happen to our pups. Should we ever both die, for any reason, then the pups have an entire pack to take care of 'em. Who know how to properly take of 'em. They will never end up bein' mistreated. Besides, neither of us are goin' to die until all our pups are old enough to take care of themselves and we're ripe and old, you hear me?"
"Yes, Fenrir." Harry sniffed.
Fenrir sighed and pulled Harry into his arms. "Everythin' will be okay. If I need to, I will take the pack and we will hunt down every single Death Eater and rip out their throats. And then I will personally rip out Voldemort's heart and bring it to you, okay?"
"You would do that for me?"
"Course I would." Fenrir bent down and kissed Harry hard. "You're my mate, Harry. My beautiful, hard-headed, stubborn, temperamental mate."
Harry chuckled softly and looked up into Fenrir's eyes. As what usually happened when the two had their moment, it immediately began to get a little steamy between them. Fenrir pulled Harry impossibly closer to him and they were about to kiss, when a gurgle caught their attention.
They looked down to see their pups staring at them. Harry sighed out a laugh and pulled away from his mate.
"Let's get these three to sleep, yes?"
Fenrir grunted in disappointment, but still scooped up Rayne. Harry picked up Jon and Mason, placing the latter in the crook of his right arm—stronger arm—as Mason was bigger and heavier than his brother. The five settled under the covers in the bed and Harry began to softly sing a lullaby he dredged up from an obscure place in his memory. As was the only way his children apparently fell asleep, he sung it in Parseltongue; his tenor-like voice, soft and husky.
I gave my love a cherry

That had no stone

I gave my love a chicken

That had no bone

I told my love a story

That had no end

I gave my love a baby

With no crying.
How can there be a cherry

That has no stone?

And how can there be a chicken

That has no bone?

And how can there be a story

That has no end?

And how can there be a baby

With no crying?
A cherry when it's blooming

It has no stone

A chicken when in the shell

It has no bone

The story of how I love you

It has no end

A baby when it's sleeping

It's no crying.
When Harry sang out the last line, all three pups were knocked out cold between him and Fenrir. Even his mate, in fact, was sleeping. Harry grinned curling up closer to his babies to give them more warmth before drifting off to sleep himself.
~oOo~
The next morning found Harry cooing over Draco, who was beginning to show. The blonde wore tighter clothes than Harry, and therefore his little bump was more obvious than Harry's had been. Michal sat next to Draco, practically glowing with pride. Draco himself was a little annoyed, but mostly amused.
"Harry, you were just pregnant yourself almost a month ago." Draco said, pushing away Harry's hands when the raven splayed them across his swelling stomach.
Harry laughed. "Yes, well I didn't get to enjoy the pleasures of being pregnant without the repercussions."
Draco frowned. "What repercussions?"
"Oh, you'll see." Harry smirked mysteriously before jumping up and running off for the kitchen.
"Hey, get back here!" Draco yelled, causing Harry to laugh.
Only for it to be cut short as he crashed into something solid and fleshy. He looked up and grinned at a bed-ruffled Fenrir, reaching up to wrap his arms around his mate's neck.
"Good morning Fenrir."
The man grunted, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and kissing the raven smack on the mouth. "Where's the pups?"
"Emile has Jon, the Twins are split between Mason, and Lance has spent all morning consoling Rayne, who was angry that her daddy wasn't awake." Harry ticked off on his fingers that were still twined behind Fenrir's head. "I handed them out so that I could make breakfast."
"I don't smell any food cookin'." Fenrir sniffed loudly.
"That's because when I came downstairs, I noticed Draco was beginning to show. He's only in his second month, you know."
Fenrir lifted him and began to carry him into the kitchen. "Yes, I know Harry."
"Just making sure." Harry sniffed.
They entered the kitchen and was greeted with the loud gurgling of a happy baby. The usual stoic Emile had little Jon on his knees, giving the baby raspberries. Harry smiled as Jon gurgled again, not able to make a laugh-like noise come out of his vocal cords quite yet.
"I see you're enjoyin' yourself, Emile." Fenrir said smoothly, setting Harry down when his mate began to wiggle.
The higher beta looked up. "Mornin' Alphas. Yeah, this little pup is the most funniest little thing ever."
Harry strode over to the two, planting a kiss on Jon's cheek—insert another gurgle-laugh here—and carded a hand through Emile's hair. The larger wolf rumbled and pushed his head on Harry's hand, causing him to laugh.
"Emile, why don't you get yourself a mate, eh?" Harry began to nag. "Then you could have pups of your own."
Emile chuckled lightly. "I do have someone in mind, Alpha, but he is not one so easily…persuaded."
Being the 'mama' of the pack gave Harry a deeper insight to things than even Fenrir had, so it was rather easy for him to identify who Emile was talking about. His eyes widened.
"No way, you like Rem—?"
At the moment said man, looking badly harassed, walked in carrying a crying Rayne. The moment he saw Fenrir, he dropped the child into her father's arms with a relieved expression. Almost immediately, Rayne stopped crying, reaching up towards Fenrir with chubby little hands closed into fists. Remus groaned and slumped into a chair, banging his head on the table.
"Lance handed me Rayne and escaped. I was left to deal with her practically yelling and glaring at me. That baby has a really bad father complex."
Harry laughed as he began to flit through the kitchen, picking up the things he needed to start breakfast. It was a task, as he had many mouths connected to bottomless stomachs to feed. Sometimes Tamera would tentatively come in to help him, her attempt to say 'sorry' for what happened when Bryanna was still there.
The girl was shy and a bit childish, but she had a good heart and wanted to make things better. Harry'd seen the Twins eyeing her once or twice, and didn't even want to go in to what a big deal that would turn out to be.
Two subs and a dominant…whew. The day that happened, Harry would take Fenrir and his children, and run for the hills.
He whipped up breakfast with well-practiced ease. The others had begun trickling in when they smelled food, and now his pack sat at the table, impatiently waiting for him to feed them. He smiled, levitating the food onto the table. Luckily, the babies already had their bottles, so the pack didn't have to worry about the three being hungry and attacked the food as soon as Harry and Fenrir were served.
A few days later found Harry fretting quite badly over his children. The full moon was that night, and he wasn't sure how his pups would fair through their first transformations. It wasn't as painful as it was for a turned werewolf, according to Fenrir, but Harry still couldn't help but worry. He didn't like the idea of his pups being in any pain at all.
"Pup, they will be fine." Fenrir assured him once again. "Think about it; it's better if they get through the pain now so that when they get older, there will be no pain at all."
Harry slowly forced himself to relax. "I know, Fen. I just…can't help it."
Fenrir's arms tightened around him. "I feel exactly the same, Harry, but you've got to learn to control it."
"Yes, Fenrir." Harry turned around and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck, rubbing his nose against a stubbled cheek. "Make love to me before the moon sets?"
The man growled, arms flexing as he lifted Harry into the air. "With pleasure."
It was a good idea to stay home for the transformations, instead of going to the forest as they usually did. The original reason was because Harry was ready to skin someone if they even mentioned having his pups out there in the cold. At the moment, however, it was beneficial because the two Alphas always found themselves particularly horny during the full moon, but now that Harry's hormones were out of whack, they were having sex left and right. At least this time they would have a room, instead of going all out in the middle of the grass clearing where all the pack could see them.
Just as the two started to get passionate with their kissing, Harry rubbing himself all over Fenrir and practically purring with pleasure, there was a loud shriek. A shriek that belonged to only one person in the entire house. Rayne, calling for her daddy.
Harry groaned, nails digging deeply into Fenrir's shoulders. The man winced; he knew how painfully horny Harry was, and they barely had anytime to their selves anymore. He gently set his raven haired mate down. Harry looked up at him with a pout, and Fenrir chuckled.
"None of that, now, pup."
"But I wanna have sex!" Harry whined loudly.
"I do too, Harry, but the pup—." Fenrir tried.
"I know!" Harry snapped angrily. "Go on then, go get her."
He turned and stomped from the bedroom. Fenrir sighed, shoulders slumping, and followed his mate out. This was the sole part of Harry's raging hormones that he did not enjoy; the sudden switch to being angry. Every little thing made Harry angry, and somehow it was always Fenrir's fault. He didn't understand, nor did he try to. It would just give him a headache.
Harry stomped all the way to the sitting room, where he could smell Draco's scent the strongest, and plopped down angrily next to the pregnant blonde. Draco arched a brow with a smirk.
"Trouble in paradise?"
"Shut up." Harry growled.
"Do not get mad at me because you are not getting any." Draco snorted. "Besides, I know your pain. Michal will not have sex with me because he is scared that he will somehow hurt the baby."
"What?" Harry scoffed. "Before the pups were born, I had a hard time keeping Fenrir off me."
Draco smirked. "I know. What did you do?"
Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Just looked at him and asked him if he'd have sex with me. That seemed to work just fine. He had no problems."
"Yeah, but Michal is not like Fenrir at all." The blonde huffed. "How do I get him to have sex with me?"
"Did you try puppy dog eyes?"
"Puppy dog eyes?"
"Yeah, sure." Harry shrugged again. "Make your eyes all wide and teary and you know…beg him a little. At a small please at the end…That should do the trick."
"Hmm…" Draco bit his lip. "I guess it could not hurt to try it?"
"I never had to use them much before, as Fenrir is horny more often than not, but it should work for you."
The blonde's eyes lit up. "You think there is enough time before the full moon?"
Harry smirked. "You have a little over an hour."
Faster than Harry ever saw the blonde off of a broom, Draco was up and out of the room. Harry sighed and leaned back against the couch. At least someone was getting some. Who knew having kids could fuck up his sex life so bad? He had a hard enough time convincing Fenrir to take him in the first place, and now they couldn't have sex as they pleased? He huffed. He couldn't even wait until the pups tired themselves out after the full moon, because Fenrir always conked out until the afternoon. Or maybe the pups would be equally tired enough that Harry could pass Rayne onto someone else and she wouldn't fuss. An hour was all he needed, just one tiny hour.

The lullaby is called the Riddle Song; I don't know who created it -_- but I take no credit for it.
Food for thought: You know, in the beginning I was originally going to put Draco and Remus together…
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