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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
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Chapter List
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Harry found himself particularly happy when the next full moon rolled around. While the pack went out and hunted, instead of joining them Fenrir chose to stay with Harry and Draco, who was unable to do anything too strenuous such as chasing willy nilly after deer, and play with his pups.
It was quite adorable to see the taller-than-tall, muscular grey-n-black wolf rolling around in the dirt with three pups who were all about slightly bigger than one of his paws. The pups were not deterred, however, by their father's massive size and readily attacked him. Well, they weren't capable of much past rolling around on their bellies and yipping, being only almost five months old, but it was still a sight to see. Fenrir would crouch down, tail in the air like he was a pup, and growl playfully before pouncing at the pups. The little balls of fur would get so excited, rolling around and letting out high-pitched barks, then they would calm down and wait for Fenrir to do it again.
Their Lordling marks were more noticeable on their fur than it was on their skin. Rayne's were a pretty silver that resembled the color of Fenrir's fur on his back. Jon and Mason had dark grey ones like Harry's, contrasting nicely with their black fur.
Harry, as was wizarding tradition, chose his first two children as his heirs—Mason would take the Potter Lordship and Jon would take the Black. It made him feel bad at first, because he had nothing to pass down to Rayne, but Fenrir easily fixed that issue by declaring her the next Alpha when he retired. He was able to do that only because they had three first borns; if Rayne or either of the boys had been his only first born then the pup would have to challenge Fenrir for the position before his death or else the position was left in the open for anyone to take. It was a strange rule, but Fenrir had explained to Harry that it was just a matter of power. No one was going to follow anyone who wasn't strong. But since Rayne's brothers would inherit positions of equal power, then by default she automatically had the right to inherit the position of same power—in this case, becoming Alpha when Fenrir was too old to rule.
In the case that Rayne hadn't in fact been born a dominant, but was actually a submissive—neither Harry nor Fenrir thought it was possible with her domineering personality—any dominant in the pack had the right to challenge her once she became Alpha. Harry didn't like that rule either, but he knew that Rayne was nowhere near being a submissive and merely tolerated it. Jon, on the other hand—Harry was certain his youngest son was a submissive—wouldn't have to face such trials since a Lordship was a wizarding contract that was binding by blood and no one could take the position unless Jon and Harry were both dead. The same applied to Mason, even though he was a dominant like Rayne.
It had been a long and slightly stressful conversation Fenrir and Harry had once the raven had returned from Gringotts to find his pups crying and the rest of the pack in an uproar. Now that it was settled, he was so glad that this heir crap was only for the firstborns. If he had to go through the process of something to pass down to his next litter, he'd go on a killing spree.
Before long, the three pups were yawning and moving around less. Before the night was even half over, the three were asleep. Harry wasn't bothered by it, as the three had eaten before the transformation had taken place, which he always had to do as he didn't have teats to feed them, and they were also starting to sleep through the night. It was already, in fact, past their usual bed time, so he knew they definitely weren't waking up until later in the morning. And since they were sleepy, he was definitely going to take advantage of the opportunity to have a little alone time with Fenrir.
Passing the pups over to Draco was easy, once Harry had managed to convince the blonde that it was training for when he gave birth to his own litter, and that the pups were falling asleep anyway so they wouldn't be kicking up a fuss. Then he and Fenrir had taken off into the forest, where they promptly had sex until victorious howls rose into the air. The sound of the pack successfully catching dinner. They met the rest of the pack back at the clearing and together they all enjoyed a healthy buck, of which the Twins had a boasted about catching.
The rest of the night passed with relative ease and Harry fell asleep with a warm sensation bubbling in his chest. The next morning, however, was another story as he woke up, as always, having to pee but trapped by Fenrir's arms. His pups were safely tucked away with Draco, who had fallen asleep after eating the night before, and so Harry was quick to twist around and knee Fenrir were it hurt. Fenrir woke with a wheezed gasp, his hands leaving Harry's body as the man scrunched up and cupped his jewels. Harry scrambled away and danced off into the forest to pee. When he returned, Fenrir was sitting up and glaring directly at him, Michal and Emile were up to go hunt, and Draco was in the process of getting up.
"Fucking bitch..." Fenrir mumbled as Harry approached, still holding on to his sore bits.
Harry smiled innocently. "Love you too, Fen."
When Fenrir proceeded to growl at him, Harry skipped away with a laugh and went to check on his pups, who had all began to wake up when Draco did. The nearly five months pregnant blonde looked slightly irritable, which only made sense to Harry when he took a glance around noticed that Michal was now gone with Emile, Seth and Tamera, out to hunt for brunch. Being one of the best, Michal was nearly always sent out to hunt, rarely ever being allowed to stay with Draco during the full moon or the morning after, so the two hardly ever had any time together on night like this. It usually wasn't much of a bother for Draco, since the blonde would typically also be hunting as well, but now that he was pregnant he was forced to stay in the clearing, which was probably the source of his ire.
With a small smile, Harry scooped up Jon and Rayne from off of Draco's lap and sat down next to his friend. "Good morning Draco."
Draco huffed. "Good morning, my ar—rear end."
The glare Harry had shot Draco when he nearly cursed melted away and the raven cuddled his two youngest to his chest. "How were the pups? Did they sleep through the night?"
"Mines or yours?" Draco asked with a small grimace, pressing a hand lightly to his protruding stomach.
Harry's eyes widened. "They're kicking already?"
"A bit." Draco shifted. "Mostly pressing down on my bladder. Luckily they were behaving last night."
"These three didn't do too much." Harry said with a soft smile directed at his three little angels. "Had me waking up in a fright sometimes, because I went and had a dream of them being dead inside of me."
"And he would have me laying on his stomach for hours to listen to their heartbeats." Fenrir appeared, sitting next to Harry and taking Mason from Draco. "They would all beat in perfect tempo, so I could never tell how many were in there. Never would've guessed three."
Harry leaned over to rub his face in the side of Fenrir's neck in greeting. "Like you didn't enjoy it."
Fenrir grunted. "I would've enjoyed it a lot more if I had been able to get some sleep."
"Oh, please. You were more worried about the pups than I was."
"Won't deny that, Pup." Fenrir hefted Mason up so that they could make eye contact. When dove grey eyes locked with steel grey ones, Mason immediately perked up and began to gurgle happily, kicking his legs and waving his arms.
"He'll be crawling soon." Harry murmured, watching his mate and oldest pup interact. "We're going to need to babyproof the house."
Draco snorted, attracting the two Alpha's attention. "We need to move. Soon. Your pups are about to start crawling, plus you're pregnant again, and I'm also pregnant. We need to move and get settled into a new place before it's too late."
Harry looked up at Fenrir. "He's right, Fen. Grimmauld place isn't big enough."
"When we went to Gringotts, we checked our assets. We both have pieces of land in America, both under the Fidelius charm." Draco said.
"And they're near each other." Harry continued. "We can combine our lands, build our own little community. It'll be perfect."
Fenrir sighed. "What about Voldemort, Harry?"
"I'll worry about him at another time."
"Starting to let go of that hero complex of yours?" Fenrir arched a brow.
"A little." Harry replied cheekily. "I'll still defeat him or whatever, but family always comes first."
One of Fenrir's big arms went around Harry's waist and pulled the raven closer so that the Alpha could kiss him senselessly. When they pulled apart, Harry was flush and panting, and Fenrir was smirked.
"Glad you've realized, Pup."
A leering whistle came from the other side of the clearing. The hunting team was back, Seth being the one who whistled at them. He and Tamera were both carrying two rabbits in each hand, and Emile and Michal were carrying a buck between them.
"Not in front of the children, Alpha!" Seth called out playfully, received a jab from Emile for his efforts.
"You're the only child I see." The raven haired man snorted, carefully placing down the buck with Michal's help.
As soon as the buck was being taken care of—by Jake and Renee while Tamera and Erik started on the rabbits—Michal ran over and scooped Draco into his arms, kissing the blonde deeply. Draco, being the proud git that he was, pushed Michal's face away and turned with a pout.
"Good morning, Michal." He said with a huff.
Michal blinked with confusion for a moment, before he smiled indulgently and placed a kiss on Draco's head. "Dobroye utro , moy Drakon."
"Hmph." Draco crossed his arms, but he did nothing to hide the blush the infused his cheeks.
Harry giggled at the cute couple. "Good morning, Michal."
"Good morning, Alphas." Michal said with a dip of his head. Then he placed Draco back on the ground. "I must help prepare for lunch, Draco. I will return later."
"…Fine." The blonde turned and gave Michal a small peck on the lips before turning away again. Michal shook his head with a chuckle and left.
"Merlin, Draco, stop being a git. Everyone knows it's fake." Harry said with a chuckle.
Draco huffed. "I'll be a git if I want to."
Harry merely rolled his eyes, choosing not to comment in turn for cooing at the two pups sitting rather calmly in his lap. It made no sense to him why his children were so calm all the time. The only time they were ever particularly active was only when they were prompted to do so, or if something made them extremely happy. Even Rayne had stopped her crying a few weeks after Harry forcefully made Fenrir stop showing their only daughter so much attention. All the books he had read told Harry that his pups should be curious about everything, wanting to grab ahold of things and put things into their mouths. So far, the only thing that really fascinated any of them were the outdoors, and for the most part they were all content to sit back and observe.
He looked up when he felt a nudge against his head, realizing that his typically solemn mate had bumped their heads together when his eyes locked with hard grey one. A inquiring eyebrow rose even as Harry began to smile at Fenrir.
"Stop thinking about it, Pup." The man grunted. "The pups are fine. Nothin' wrong with them. Werewolf young are more calm than human ones. They're fine."
"But, Fen—." Harry tried.
"No buts. Stop worrying." Fenrir said firmly. Then he stood, carefully placing Mason back on Draco's lap. "I have to go and make sure those idiots are doing things right. They're taking a hell of a long time."
Harry smiled. "Okay."
Fenrir nodded once at him before ambling over to the others, already yelling at the top of his lungs for everyone to 'haul ass before he starved to death'. Harry watched with adoration and respect as his mate effortlessly commanded the others with an ease that could be none other than inherit. His attention, however, was drawn away when Draco's snort reached his ears.
"What is it, Draco?" He asked.
Draco shook his head with a short laugh. "I just…never thought something like this could ever happen. Me and you friends? Being werewolves? Mated to someone we love so dearly? And being pregnant on top of that?"
Recognition was dominant on Harry's face. "I understand. I…used to believe that I would never get to see much past my seventeenth birthday. Defeating Voldemort…I thought I would have to die in order for that to happen. I didn't expect to be able to live, have a family, find someone I love. Never thought that…I would be able to find my own peace and happiness. I mean…who would want to be with someone with a madman on his head? The high probability of my death would drive away anyone sane. No one would want to deal with that pain. It was something I had expected. But then Fenrir was quite literally thrown at me and he changed everything…"
Pausing, Harry stole a glance at Fenrir. Seven months into their relationship, hardly a day passing where Harry didn't see his mate, and yet the sight of the man still sent shivers down his back. He could honestly stare at Fenrir all day. It was something he enjoyed doing, those nights he couldn't sleep, staring at Fenrir's face. He knew every single detail about that man's face. He was quite certain that he was the only one who knew that Fenrir had the smallest mole on his right eye lid, or the extremely light dusting of freckles on each of the man's tan cheeks, or the fact that Fenrir looked like an overgrown child when sleeping with a light line of drool always rolling down his cheek. And there were other things too, things that Harry was sure only he knew, things that made Fenrir his, and his alone.
"Life would suck for me without Fenrir." Harry said with a soft smile, never taking his eyes off of the man he loved. "I'd have…probably given up already if he wasn't there. I would've let Voldemort kill me. I wouldn't have put up a fuss or given a damn. Most of the people who gave a damn about my life was dead…including me. But Fenrir brought me back to life."
Just as he reached up to rub the place on his neck where Fenrir marked him, said man looked up and locked eyes with him. Harry gently caressed the mark before wrapping his arm back around his youngest son, his lips turning into a gentle smirk when he noticed Fenrir's eyes dilate, even from so far away. Then Fenrir's attention was taken away by Jake's loud curse, and the man whipped around to start yelling at the lower level Beta. Harry chuckled softly and turned back to Draco. The blonde was looking at him with an arched brow.
"I truly fear for the amount of children the two of you will bear, with all the sexual tension between the two of you."
"No." Harry snorted, looking down at his luckily still flat stomach. "Fenrir and I talked about it and decided that we would wait until the ones in me now are at least a year. We're still going to have sex, of course, but we agreed to use contraceptives on my heat days."
Draco blinked. "That's a good idea. I think I will ask the same of Michal. I don't want to be pregnant again for a while. Watching you give birth was a terrifying experience and I was so close from hiding from Michal when I realized I was going into my heat the week after. It looked…painful."
Harry shrugged. "I wish I could say that I've dealt with worse, but I don't think even a Crucio could compare to childbirth. But honestly, I think that it was only so painful because there were three of them trying to come out. Maybe you'll have less."
"Maybe…" Draco looked off into the distance with a frown, clearly becoming immersed in his thoughts.
A coo caught Harry's attention and he looked down at the two in his lap. Jon was looking up at him with startling green eyes, arms up and hands making grabbing gestures. Rayne, as always, was glaring at him but her mouth was moving soundlessly—making it possible that she was the one trying to speak to him. Harry smiled at his youngest daughter encouragingly, as it wasn't often that she ever attempted to speak.
Jon and Mason were the loud, talkative ones with their gurgles and coos, but they moved considerably less whereas Rayne was already gesturing at things she wanted with her hands thought she hardly ever opened her mouth for anything other than food. It was strange, because it was she who cried the loudest and was also the most demanding, but she never tried to actually use words as she saw those around her trying to do. In one of the books Harry read, it said that babies would try to emulate the actions of those around them until they were making their way out of the toddler stage. But the only person Rayne truly acted like was Fenrir, and it was a bit obvious that that was more inherit over anything.
"…Harry?" The raven looked up at the soft call of his name to find Draco looking down at his own stomach, the blonde's hand settled over the curve.
"Yes, Draco?"
"What's it like?" Draco's gaze flickered upwards briefly. "Being a parent?"
Harry smirked. "It's the most stressful thing I have ever done in my life. A lot of it is trial and error, and a good part of your day will be spent freaking out over something. You won't get any sleep, and you'll get frustrated easily. But…but, I would never wish for anything else. It's magical and wonderful. Holding the life you created in your hands, watching them grown and learn…the feeling is euphoric. I absolutely love it."
Draco let out a huge breath. "Thank you, Harry. I…I needed that."
"I understand. Don't worry about anything." Harry's smile was lopsided. "Mama Alpha is here for you."
"Oh, shut up you prat." Draco chuckled. "You are really something else, Harry Potter."
Harry puffed up his chest smugly. "I know."
~oOo~
"Please…" A low, raspy voice begged brokenly. "Take me in. Help me. I will give you valuable information on the boy.
Blood red eyes looked down at the hunched, hooded figure spread out on his floor contemplatively. A long, pale finger tapped lightly against a pale cheek. "Why should I believe anything you say?"
"I was once a part of their pack."
"You are clearly a Loner."
"Even still…I know things. The slutboy has children…I don't know how many…but they are his greatest weakness…and I know other things…take me and heal me and I shall tell you."
Voldemort stood from his wrought throne and glided down the short staircase to the floor below. He came to a stop in front of the shaking figure, eyes narrowed and head tilted to the side. After a moment, a sadistic smile crept across his face, pulling a hard shiver to all those who saw, and he swiftly kicked the hooded figure in the ribs. The person fell back with a harsh cry, hood falling back as well.
Though now bald save for a few scraggly areas of regrowth, and burns and scars left most of the face distinguished, no one could deny that the look on the person's face belonged to none other than Brynna, once loyal member of Fenrir's pack. She was in horrid condition, and anyone could understand why she was there begging for Voldemort's help. It was astonishing that she was still alive.
"You will tell me what you know, little girl." Voldemort hissed. "And I will decided on what I will do with you. Lord Voldemort does only as he wishes, understood?"
"Y-ye-yes, my lord." Brynna gasped out.
The man smirked. "Good. Wormtail, take her downstairs. Put her in the potions lab. Let's see what experiments can do to werewolves."
Bryanna's eyes widened. "Experiments? What experiments?!"
Voldemort ignored her words. "I will be down to question you later, wolf mutt."
Wormtail dragged Bryanna from the room, the desperate girl kicking and screaming as much as she could as they went. Voldemort returned to his throne with a swish of his robes, placing his arms on the armrests on either side of him with his back perfectly straight. The position looked uncomfortable, but it was the way Voldemort sat when he was thinking. His red eyes were glowing and the sadistic smirk was still on his face.
"Children…oh, Harry how could you...?"
A cold, cackling laugh echoed in the room.
~oOo~
Harry woke with a hiss, chest heaving and body shivering. His skin was slick with cooling sweat, and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Anger simmered just under his skin, making the strange magic he seemed to have rise and swirl along his body.
He tried to calm down, glancing around the room to assure himself that nothing was out of place. Fenrir was thankfully still asleep, the man's arm still wrapped tightly around his waist so that Harry now had the small of his back pressed against Fenrir's chest as his body reclined on the large man. The pups were sleeping, going by the soft purring snores the three all seemed to emit. Nothing in the room was changed, and the wards around the entire manor were untouched.
Slowly, Harry's heartbeat lowered and the anger he felt lessened until he no longer felt ready to burst. He let out a soft sigh and relaxed against his mate, thoughts spinning in his head.
Brynna…Dammit, he knew she would somehow come back to bite them in the ass. Harry should've just let Fenrir kill her. But no, his 'hero complex' made him let her go. Now he regretted it with every fiber in his being.
Honestly, going to Voldemort of all people?! She must have been desperate, too desperate to really consider what she was doing. Harry sighed. They were going to have to speed up their plans, move as fast as possible. Voldemort now knew that he had pups, and that they were his greatest weakness—Fenrir naturally included of course, but Voldemort didn't know they were mated…however it was a matter of time before the bitch Bryanna told him. Plus, Harry was in no condition to fight Voldemort at the moment, considering he was pregnant.
"Harry…?" A mumble made Fenrir's chest vibrate, which reverberated into Harry's back.
Harry glanced down at his mate, reaching out to move the hair from Fenrir's face. The man blinked back blearily at him.
"Why're you awake?" The man demanded sleepily.
"A bad dream is all." Harry said softly. He didn't want to worry Fenrir yet, when the man was so calm and relaxed.
His choice proved to be the right one when one of the rare smiles that Fenrir had graced the man's face. Harry felt his chest constrict at the sight of the beatific smile that his mate was somehow able to produce in moments like these.
"I'm here to protect you from all those bad dreams." Fenrir's arm tightened on Harry's waist. "I give you some good lovin', now cm're."
Harry laughed lightly when the arm on his waist dragged him down into a laying position, his and Fenrir's chest pressed tightly together. Fenrir looked down at him sleepily before sliding forward and nudging their lips together. It was a slow and sweet kiss, another rare thing when it came to Fenrir, one that made Harry relax even more. He sighed into the kiss and pressed even tighter against his mate. But then he groaned as Fenrir pulled away.
"Not tonight, Pup. 'M too tired."
"Of course." Harry agreed. "Go back to sleep, Fen."
"Mmm…" In the next moment, Fenrir was asleep once again.
Taking a deep breath, Harry buried his face in Fenrir's neck, allowing his mate's musky cologne-like scent carry him back to sleep.

Hey, guys. I know it's been a really long time since I updated but a lot of shit has been going down in these past couple of months. Hopefully everything has been fully resolved and I can return to my usual updates. Dude like the first couple of paragraphs were just sitting there for months, waiting to be expanded on. I literally just sat here for a little less than two hours trying to get the rest down. It came easily to me this time, hopefully the next chapter will too. I will be so amazed if anyone is still reading this lol
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