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Advances	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CH14 AN: Book_addict_89, yes you sound like a sulky toddler but as you have kinda given me a kick up the backside to get Plan B finished, I will forgive you. I forgot I had another fic on my computer (named Snarry slave – all my stuff gets really boring names at first. I have Snarry Veela [All Forms of Caution], Snarry Worker [Plan B]), but I don't know if I'll ever finish it. Maybe one day.
Thunderbird – I did wonder where you had disappeared to. Hope you enjoyed catching up. And yes, I think it very important that Ron still be a dick. After all, in the novel he comes back and Hermione basically ignores him for a bit and then he's forgiven. WTH? He walked out on them! So, no, he's still a douche, and without giving too much away, he doesn't change much, even at the end. And I'm glad you want Severus back; he is MUCH calmer to be around! And will certainly make Harry happier (plus there is more likelihood of smut too)!
In other news, my cat (ya know, the one that I was happy had put on weight?) has been on thyroid meds for three weeks and has had her blood tested. She's dropped from 116.9 (holy shit that's high), to 8.9! I am BURSTING with happiness. She can now have the operation to get rid of the gland and hopefully I won't have to play “Stick the Pill Down the Cat's Throat” any more. SP
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Chapter 14 – You're Pushing And Fighting
Upstairs, the Malfoys heard the despairing screaming coming from the dungeon and shivered. It seemed to die down to a pained whimper and then ceased altogether. Narcissa pulled Draco more firmly into her arms. Quietly she asked him a question, one that had been bothering her since they had seen the three fugitives, “Draco, darling, was that one of the Weasley boys we saw?” her voice was pitched low, careful in their own home of being overheard.
A sharp scream came from downstairs and all three Malfoys winced.
Silently Draco nodded, answering his mother's question as though they hadn't just heard Hermione Granger's cry. “It was Potter's two friends,” he admitted, “but, Mummy, I don't want him dead. Nor them.”
Narcissa pulled him tight to her. It had been a long time since Draco had called her Mummy. A long time since he had felt that vulnerable and in need of a Mummy's protection.
Lucius, sitting heavily in a large, ridiculously ornate chair, sighed. “Us first, Draco. If we can save them, we will, but not at the risk of our own lives.”
There was silence a long time. A silence broken by Severus Snape suddenly appearing in the hall. “What's this I hear about you possibly capturing Potter?”
Lucius glanced up. “How did you hear?”
“One of the Snatchers mouthing off,” Snape said carelessly. “So? Is it true?”
“No,” Narcissa stated firmly.
“No,” Lucius agreed after a moment.
“No,” Draco mumbled after a long pause.
“Oh. So, who have you caught? Anyone good?”
A terrible scream began down in the dungeon. It rose in pitch and volume until it stopped. The silence throbbed around them.
“What the fuck?!” Severus ground out heading towards the dungeon.
“Fenrir,” Narcissa said. “It's full moon.”
***
In the dungeon, the magic users were huddled together. Hermione had wanted to disapparate them away in pairs. But she was loath to leave Harry who, as a werewolf, wouldn't have been able to apparate. Ron had ordered her to go to Shell Cottage, but as she didn't know where that was, she was dependent on him. He took the wand from her and grabbed Griphook and Ollivander. They waited until Harry began screaming, and used his noise to hide any trace of the magic.
Howling, Harry transformed. He writhed helplessly as his child shifted too, clawing and snarling inside his womb, tearing and snapping at the body sustaining and restraining it. He slumped on the ground, still howling. And then Greyback dropped down and pressed his large head against the slightly bumped stomach. He began purring. The pain began to ease, and Harry's noise tapered off to a whine before finally stopping.
Ron reappeared, looking a little dazed. He eyed Fenrir warily and snagged Luna and Dean. Taking two others on Side Along was dangerous, but he wanted them out of this dungeon.
The older werewolf raised his head and sniffed. Great lungfuls of air he took in, taking in the thick sour scent of fear. It was delicious. But there was one staring at him with something else in her heart. Not just fear, but compassion. It irked him. He moved towards Luna but a whine at his feet stopped him. Harry was beginning to feel pain again now that the purring had stopped. The large creature turned his attention back to his Pack member, although his eyes were focused on Luna.
When she vanished he roared with rage and leapt across the room to the spot where she had been.
Terrified, Hermione let out a scream of horror and dodged around behind Harry.
“Oy! Shut the fuck up!” That was Pettigrew outside the door, thumping on the timber with his silver hand.
“Help!” Hermione wailed. “Please, Pettigrew, please!”
Greyback spun and launched himself at the door. It might have been too strong for a wizard to break, but an enraged werewolf was too much for it. It splintered and Peter shrieked in terror as he was grabbed around the arm (the non-silver one) by strong teeth and hauled into the room.
He raised his silver hand and wrapped around the muzzle of the beast holding him and laughed when it began whimpering and pulled away at once.
“Not so fucking big now, are you?!” he jeered. “What the-?” he asked, seeing the second werewolf on the ground. “You turned one of them?!” He approached, leading with his silver hand, enjoying seeing the large dangerous Fenrir Greyback cowering like a frightened puppy. “Let's see,” he sneered as he eyed the whining figure on the ground. “What shall we do first?”
He leaned over and placed his hand on Harry's face. At once the younger wolf threw his head back and howled. Somehow, Harry staggered to his feet and stumbled away from his tormentor. Pettigrew followed, laughing cruelly.
“No!” Hermione begged, “No, that's Harry!”
“Harry?!” For a moment, just one moment, Peter Pettigrew drew back. And that one moment was enough. His silver hand began to creep up towards his face and close around his own throat. His eyes bulged as his oxygen supply was cut off, vague gasping noises escaped his restricted neck; uselessly he clutched at the arm with his other hand and pulled. Crying, Hermione helped, but she wasn't strong enough. No one would have been. Slowly, remorselessly, Peter Pettigrew was strangled for showing one moment of compassion to the boy who had once saved his life.
Dead, Pettigrew slumped to the floor. His silver hand released and flung itself away. It landed on Harry's belly and he threw his head back and howled. The sound became more and more desperate as he struggled to wriggle free from the corner he had trapped himself in. He had to get free, had to, or his child would die!
There was a pounding sound as someone flew down the stairs. Severus Snape.
Harry, who had at last got free and stopped screaming, saw him and bounded up, cock at once beginning to leak to make possession of his mate easier.
“Harry,” Severus moaned softly. He stroked the furred muzzle. “You have to go, all of you...” he looked around the dim room and saw how empty it was.
At that moment Ron came back.
He saw Snape and his eyes narrowed. His gaze swung to Harry, standing close to the black robed wizard, and then turned to Hermione. Fear gripping him, he grabbed her and they disapparated, leaving the two werewolves and the Death Eater alone in the dungeon.
Fenrir, snarling, approached Snape. And then he just... stopped. He sniffed Snape, then Harry, then Snape again. Finally he rubbed his face gently against Harry's stomach, his rumbling purr easing the discomfort the younger wolf was feeling.
“You'll both have to flee,” Snape said, knowing Harry understood him. Judging by the way Greyback was looking at him, the other werewolf hadn't turned entirely feral. “I'll run up these stairs as though you're chasing me. Then run through the hall and out the small green door. It leads to the kitchens. Go through them and just keep running. It'll get you out of the wards and away.”
He watched until the silver wolf nodded and saw the great grey one blink slowly at him. Nodding, trying to assure himself that he was doing the right thing and not something incredibly stupid, he turned and fled back up the stairs, calling out that he was being attacked.
***
After grabbing Hermione, Ron had gone back one last time, wondering what the hell he could do. He had been in time to see the two wolves bounding up the stairs after Snape and had heard the various yells of the Manor's occupants which told him where Harry had gone. In all the confusion, Ron had zipped away and reappeared in the forest. He'd followed the chase, keeping well away from the wolves and Death Eaters and when, at last, the humans had given up, he'd checked where Harry had gone before vanishing.
In the morning he'd gone back, helped wake his naked friend and together they'd arrived at Bill and Fleur's house.
“How the fuck did we survive that?!” Ron panted when he and the others were all safely at Shell Cottage.
Harry, dressed in borrowed pyjamas, and sipping from a hot cup of tea whilst his body slowly recovered from the pain of the changes it had undergone, told his two closest friends about what had happened to him in the forest when they had been hunted by Snatchers...
Harry cried out as he fell. This all felt too much like Remus' attack on him and he whimpered. He felt sweat clinging to him as his fear grew.
The pressure on his back suddenly lessened.
“Now, what's this?” Fenrir Greyback sneered, his nose close to Harry's hair. “You're a wolfy like me.”
The older man pulled Harry up and inspected the swollen face. “Now why haven't we heard about the Chosen One becoming a werewolf?” he asked softly. “What else are they hiding from me?”
“Not him,” Harry panted, struggling to breathe through his fear and his disfigurement.
“Well, wolfy, once this is got rid of,” Greyback waved at the face, “we'll soon know.”
“No,” Harry moaned. “Please, don't say anything.”
Fenrir looked interested; eyes gleaming. “Tell me the truth, wolfy, and, no promises, mind, but I'll do what I can.” He spied Harry's wand, still clutched in the younger man's hand. “You've got a wand too?”
“You don't?” Harry asked, “They've kept magic from you? What loyalty do you owe them, Greyback? They treat you like a monster I bet.”
Fenrir sniffed Harry again. “You smell like me. Not strong, but there's me in there, wolfy.”
Swallowing, Harry considered. His head tilted on one side as he listened to his inner animal. “Oh, yes, I probably do. I was turned by a wolf you'd bitten.” He paused and asked, “What does that mean for me? I'm not your submissive, am I?” He felt sick. Was he?
“Oh wolfy, did he make you submit? I bet you hated it. No, you won't be my submissive. It's no good, I can smell a dominant on you, but not your sire. Odd that, right? But you're Pack. My Pack. And I protect my Pack. So, tell me, who are you?”
“You're right,” the younger wizard whispered, “I'm Harry Potter.”
“And you're carrying,” the other wolf said, suddenly, after dropping his nose to the younger man's stomach.
“Is it all right?” Harry cried out, stricken. Please don't say I've lost this one too! Oh, Severus, please, please, come and find me! I need you so much!
“Oh yes, wolfy, your pup is fine.” He sniffed again. This time he didn't hurry; he let all the various scents into his mind and listened carefully to what his wolf had to say. “It belongs to your mate,” he said at last, something like awe in his voice. “You're mated?”
Harry nodded. “Please, Greyback, even if you don't want to protect me, protect my pup.”
“A born werewolf? Of course I'll protect it.” He snuffled at Harry's belly, and the wizard had the strangest sensation that the older werewolf was almost jealous.
“We'll show them, wolfy, what two pissed off werewolves can do,” he announced after he'd rubbed his cheek on the soft material of Harry's jumper.
Suddenly Greyback grinned, showing lots of very pointy teeth. There was something of the wolf about him at all times, and now, smiling, it was even clearer. “And tonight's the full moon... Now, let's get your face transfigured. Seeing as you have a wand you can take charge of that. If I take you three in – it'll have to be all three of you, the other Snatchers saw me chasing you – but you don't look like Potter, there's a chance you and your friends will be chucked into the dungeon. If that bitch Bellatrix looks like she's going to start anything, I'll eat her. Just be ready.” He paused. “I'll have to take your wand, sorry. But I won't hand it over; I'll tell them it got broken and the pieces fell somewhere in the forest.
“Tonight, when I change, I'll bring it with me so we'll have some weaponry.”
“Fenrir,” Harry panted, “he was brilliant.” He smiled gently remembering the agony he'd been in and how the other werewolf had purred against his silver stomach which had eased the pain noticeably. And he'd seen Severus. Even if only for a moment; even if the view of the other man's ass hadn't been quite what his wolfy side had had in mind.
Harry hoped Greyback was all right; after all the Death Eaters would be looking for someone to blame, and a werewolf was the obvious choice.
***
At the Manor, Bellatrix was screaming as she hurled curses at Fenrir. The naked man snarled at her; he had been a werewolf for such a long time that he didn't feel spells in the same way as people did. Still, getting smacked with the Cruciatus Curse hurt.
“Let him speak!” the Dark Lord said finally. “Tell me, Fenrir, how the captives all managed to escape?”
“Dunno,” Greyback grunted, glaring at the witch and dreaming about sinking his teeth in. That'd teach the foul bitch. Except he had no desire for her to be part of his Pack. The very thought made his stomach churn. Or maybe that was the after-effects of the curse.
“Well then, how about the one you turned. A male, I think the others mentioned. What of him?”
Throwing a silent apology to Harry, Fenrir told them, “Potter was here. He was under a glamour or something, and none of those Death Eaters realised it.”
“How dare you lie!” Bellatrix screamed, going so high in pitch the chandelier rattled threateningly.
“It's no lie. He's a werewolf. He was one before I got to him. I smelt him. I wanted someone to play with last night so I wanted to keep him. But I didn't know it was Potter. How could I? I never have a wand,” He pointed a steady arm at Bellatrix. “She does. She didn't realise what she had.”
Voldemort turned to his devoted Death Eater, red eyes gleaming dangerously. “Is this true, Bellatrix?” he asked, his voice terrifyingly soft. “Is this true?”
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CH14 AN: Draco's 'Mummy' comment is actually inspired from my own life. I had a very sudden, unexpected bereavement in 2013 and began calling my Dad 'Daddy' as part of my own (unconscious) need to feel protected and safe. As of now (2017), I'm back to calling him 'Dad', but it took well over two years before I did.
Also, less personal (!), the bit in italics was originally written to go in chapter 13 after the line where Harry runs off, chased by a large figure. I moved it here as I wanted there to be some tension. Had I been thinking, I'd have kept Fen's change of heart until the start of this chapter altogether. Oh well. SP
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