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Lunaticus Book Three: New Moon Rising	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 12599 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: S/O to KuriQuinn for helping me out with some backstory for this chapter. Thanks, BrainTwin! If any of you guys are into SasuSaku fic, definitely check her out, because she's brilliant. Next update will be out August 18^th.
Chapter Seventeen – Family Matters

Harry left the Sub House with his rucksack and a heavy heart. He thought back to his initial request that Ulrich accompany him to the Burrow, and he tried to remember whether or not he had pressured Ulrich into coming with him, but he couldn't recall. Ulrich was a true dominant werewolf after all, and if he felt threatened by any of the Weasleys, he would react with teeth first, and words later.

Quite suddenly, Harry wasn't so sure that this trip was a very good idea.

A sudden hand at his waist startled Harry out of his thoughts, and he jumped a little as he looked up to see Ulrich standing next to him. To his reaction, the dominant's easy smile fell a little.

“Did I scare you?” he asked, and Harry smiled apologetically.

“Sorry, I was a million miles away, I didn't see you,” Harry explained, and arched up to kiss him. “You sure you're okay with doing this? You don't have to come with me if you really don't want to, you know.”

“No,” Ulrich replied at once, and his mouth twitched into a small, reassuring smile. “It's all right, I should go with you. Someone should be nearby to keep you out of trouble.”

“They're just my family—” Harry began, but Ulrich was quick to cut him off.

“Not anymore,” Ulrich said softly, but firmly. “Legally, socially, maybe they still are, but now you're all wolf. You may not see a difference, but they will.”

“That's what Tavish said,” Harry mumbled sadly as he inched closer to Ulrich and wrapped his arms loosely around his waist, and Ulrich, in turn, tightened his hold on Harry. “But...they're the Weasleys. They never treated Hagrid any different, and he's half-giant!”

“It's not the same thing, Harry,” Ulrich replied gently as he rubbed his back, “being half-giant isn't contagious.”

“We're not a disease,” Harry shot back, and winced at the agonized note in his voice.

“No, we're not,” he agreed, “but many wizards still see us like that.”

“Hermione's been going back and forth for months with no problems,” Harry pointed out, his tone of voice becoming rather desperate, “and—and er...” he trailed off as he grimaced, his thoughts jumping back to Remus before he could stop himself. Unwilling to think on him, Harry held more tightly onto Ulrich, and pressed his cheek against his chest.

“If they're your family, I'm sure your judgment of them is better than mine,” Ulrich said in the same gentle tone, and he bowed forward to brush his lips against Harry's temple.

“They're really good people,” Harry said softly, though between Ulrich and Tavish's mistrust, the idea of seeing the Weasleys again was suddenly very nerve-wracking. “I promise that you have nothing to worry about.”

“Let's go, then,” Ulrich said, and despite the brave front, Harry could all but feel the man's nervousness in his body language and the faint quiver in his voice. Harry took a small breath to steady himself, as he took the man's hand and offered it a small squeeze as they headed for the territory's Apparition Point, then Harry led his mate away by Side-Along Apparition.

The pair reappeared just outside the Burrow, and Harry bit back a laugh when he saw Ulrich's perplexed expression as he took in the shape of the house, his mouth was open a little, and his eyes were wide and staring.

“What...?” he began, but at that same moment, the front door burst open with a sharp bang! which caused Ulrich to jump a little in surprise, but Harry barely noticed this as his focus was entirely on Molly Weasley standing in the doorway.

“Oh, Harry!” she cried, and bustled forward to envelop Harry in a tight, motherly hug. He let out a small, choking squeak, and next to him he heard Ulrich let out a small, warning growl. Harry felt his throat grow tight at the sound of it, his mind jumping back to Remus's similar reaction at his first birthday at the Burrow with Remus, but he forced himself to stay present as he returned the hug and surreptitiously kicked Ulrich in the shin to shut him up. “It's just so wonderful to see you, dear! How long is it?”

“Six months, I think,” Harry replied with a small laugh as he pulled back from her, and she held him at arm's length as she looked him over.

“Goodness, what have you been eating, dear? You're skin and bone! Come inside, Arthur will love to see you while I fix you something to eat,” Molly said in a rush, and then turned to Ulrich, who was well over a foot taller than her, and she smiled warmly at him.

“And you must be Ulrich,” she said kindly, and he nodded his head a little. “Of course,” Molly continued, “Hermione has told us all about you, and how good you've been for Harry, and goodness knows that girl's hard to please. Come along, you two,” she turned and began to lead them inside, and while struggling to stifle a grin, Harry took Ulrich's hand and led him up the walkway. The dominant's movements were stiff at first, but ever so slowly he fell into step with Harry, and he allowed the sub to guide him into the house.

The inside of the house was exactly as Harry remembered it—it even smelled the same. Barring Hogwarts, and now the territory as well, in stepping into the Burrow, he felt as though he'd come home. Next to him, Ulrich seemed far less pleased about being there, but he seemed to be putting on a brave face for Harry. Harry extricated his hand from the dominant's and wrapped it around his forearm to offer it a small squeeze.

“Just breathe,” Harry whispered, softly enough that Molly wasn't likely to overhear, “they're good people, they won't hurt you.”

Ulrich grunted as though he seriously doubted that, but allowed Harry to gently lead him from the front door and into the kitchen, where Molly was puttering about and throwing together half a dozen roast beef sandwiches for each of them.

“I've been hearing a lot of the goings-on from Hermione, of course, my daughter-in-law-to-be,” Molly continued as she flicked her wand here and there, and summoned a few bottles of butterbeer to go with the sandwiches, as well as an enormous platter of crisp, freshly fried chips. “But it has been a learning curve for all of us, this...thing. We were all so worried when you ran off to see Mr Greyback, especially after everything with Bill...”

“A lot of the stuff about him is really exaggerated,” Harry intercepted quickly when he felt Ulrich tense next to him, “he's been...well...nice isn't really a word I'd use for Fenrir Greyback, but he's got all our best interests at heart. He even gave me a sort of teaching job, and it's been great.”

“Teaching?” Molly queried as she levitated the food over to the table, and Harry was quick to grab a sandwich. “That would be an ideal job for you, especially after your illegal study group during your OWL year—” Harry felt himself flush at the note of disapproval in her voice before she added, “but, Ron always said that you were rather a good teacher.”

Harry bowed his head a little in embarrassment at the compliment as Molly sat down across from the pair, and she shifted her gaze over to Ulrich.

“And what about you, Ulrich, was it?” Molly asked, and he nodded stiffly. “Hermione has told me that you're the second-in-command at your...erm, pack. That must be quite the responsibility.”

At first, Ulrich didn't speak, but seemed somewhat alarmed at Molly's complete lack of judgment in her tone of voice.

“It's challenging,” Ulrich replied at last, though his tone was still rigid and awkward. “Egos being what they are, the dominants don't like to listen when they're told to not do something.”

Harry reached under the table and offered Ulrich's hand a small squeeze, which he returned. At the same moment, the back door burst open, which caused Ulrich to jump again, just as Arthur Weasley burst into the kitchen in grease-stained coveralls and a huge smile on his face.

“Harry!” he cried, and Harry felt Ulrich tense next to him. A witch was one thing, but a fully qualified wizard was probably putting Ulrich extra on-edge. He threaded his fingers through Ulrich's as the elder Weasley stepped over to the table. “Good to see you, good to see you! We heard that you were coming for a visit; it's been too long, my boy. And this must be the famous Ulrich!”

Harry exchanged a look with Ulrich, and bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to not react to the look of utter bewilderment on the dominant's face, then turned back to Arthur with a small smile.

“Yep,” Harry said at last, “that's him.”

It wasn't the most comfortable luncheon in the world, but on the whole, it could have been a lot worse. It was something of a small mercy that Ulrich had the better part of the afternoon to get used to the Weasley matriarch and patriarch before all hell broke loose that evening, because Harry was certain that it would have not gone over nearly as well if Ulrich hadn't had some time to grow accustomed to his surroundings before the Burrow was flooded with people.

And Flood wasn't too far off the mark, either.

By late afternoon, Weasley children with their respective spouses had begun to trickle into the Burrow—Bill and Fleur, Percy and Audrey, George and Angelina, Ron and Hermione, Ginny and Draco(at the appearance of his ex and former rival, he could not help but notice how Molly and Arthur's smiles had become rather fixed), and even Charlie popped in to say hello.

Harry was thrilled to see everyone, but the same could not be said for Ulrich, who was doing a remarkable impression of a mouse in a lion's den.

Harry didn't want to leave Ulrich alone, both from Tavish's plea and the nervous look that never quite left Ulrich's face. He doubted that the others had noticed it, except perhaps Hermione, who could likely sense his fear, but his unease was bad enough that even George did not try to pull any pranks on him, and merely chatted with the couple, while consistently trying to keep Ulrich from feeling excluded, for which Harry was grateful.

The scant few times that Harry had to leave Ulrich's side, Hermione was quick to swoop in and keep him company. The presence of another pack member—besides Harry, that is—amongst all the human scents was what seemed to help Ulrich relax the most, though not enough for him to feel completely at home.

“So how is it that a bloke like you wound up with a specky midget like Harry?” a sudden voice said, and Harry looked up to see Charlie making his way over to them. Harry choked on his drink at the remark, while Ron snorted loudly. Ulrich, on the other hand, looked entirely bewildered by the ginger as he stopped in front of them, a finger of whisky in his hand and a grin plastered across his face.

“A bloke like...me?” he repeated uncertainly, and glanced towards Harry in confusion.

“Yeah,” Charlie replied, “you're...y'know...fit. Mate, I don't mean Harry's hideous by any means, but I never pegged him for having the charisma to attract someone like you.”

Ulrich appeared more confused than ever. Harry, on the other hand, felt a strange prickling sensation across his skin, and he stepped in between Ulrich and Charlie. The ginger started slightly, as though he'd only just noticed that Harry was there.

“I'm sure you could find a werewolf of your very own if you looked hard enough,” Harry said stiffly. The warning in his tone seemed to be enough, and Charlie lifted his hands in mock surrender. He lifted his glass in a silent toast, then headed over to where Bill and Fleur were standing with four-year-old Victoire, and struck up a conversation with them.

“What...what just happened?” Ulrich asked, the note of total bewilderment still present in his voice.

“He was remarking on how painfully attractive you are, and trying to chat you up—though I think he was a bit drunk,” Harry explained, and narrowed his eyes at Charlie from across the room.

“If I'm not allowed to growl and glare at your family members, then neither can you,” Ulrich teased as he wrapped an arm around Harry's waist ad tugged him a little closer. He nuzzled Harry's neck for a brief moment, and the colour rose in his cheeks as Ulrich added, “he can try to chat me up as much as he likes, but there's no one for me but you.”

Quite suddenly, Harry's jealousy was replaced by guilt.

He busied himself with his butterbeer, and hoped that Ulrich didn't notice.

~*~

The visit seemed to be going remarkably well, and Molly and Arthur both insisted that they—along with everyone else—spend the night.

The couple was ushered into the new room on the top floor of the house. Ulrich appeared reluctant to agree to the offer, but caved quickly to Harry's pleading look—though he didn't look at all happy about it.

Molly appeared positively thrilled at having a full house once more. She bustled about, dividing up spare blankets and pillows, pressing cups of hot cocoa and biscuits on everyone, until Arthur all but ordered her to sit down and enjoy their company, which she finally did, while smiling and doting on everyone equally—even Ulrich.

When they finally turned in for the night, Ulrich paced about the room uneasily, while Harry stretched out luxuriously on the bed and watched his progression calmly. He didn't like how stressed Ulrich looked, and Harry waited close to a full minute before he finally spoke.

“If you scent-mark the room, Molly will kill me,” Harry remarked, and reached out an arm for him. “Come to bed, no one's out to get us here. If you're so worried about it, we can always ward the room, but that not might be the best idea, unless you want to get up tomorrow morning to an endless stream of sexual innuendo.”

Ulrich snorted, and reluctantly shuffled over to the bed, where he stretched out next to Harry fully clothed. Harry climbed halfway on top of him, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips while his hands worked at rubbing Ulrich's shoulders and upper arms. They were so tense that Harry thought they felt more like stone instead of muscle.

“How come you're so nervous, Ulrich?” Harry asked gently, “the Weasleys gave you a much nicer welcome than they gave Fleur or Draco, so...” Harry trailed off, and shook his head a little, “you don't have to say if you don't want to, I just—” Ulrich interrupted Harry's words with a kiss of his own, and he caressed Harry's cheek lightly for a moment before he pulled back, leaving Harry feeling rather dazed.

“It's all right, Harry, I can talk about it. You should know anyway, since you're still so involved with...wizards...” Ulrich paused and looked away from Harry; the distant look in his eyes was one that Harry had not seen before, and Ulrich's arms tensed around his mate.

“It was a long time ago,” Ulrich began, “it was around the beginning of the First Wizarding War—”

“—hold on,” Harry interrupted, “First Wizarding War? When you were like an infant? You don't look older than thirty!”

“Werewolf lifespan, remember?” Ulrich arched a brow, and Harry stared back with a blank look. “Those who accept the wolf more quickly, their lifespan is extended, and we age more slowly.”

“So how old are you, then?”

“Forty-eight,” Ulrich replied with a small shrug, and Harry stared in surprise, but Ulrich ignored it, and launched back into his story. “At the time, I was involved with this really wonderful man, not unlike your friend Hermione in a lot of ways. He was brilliant, smart, caring...but much more prejudiced than I realized—until it was too late.

“I was out late, back then I was apprenticing as a Healer, and as an apprentice, I was always given the late shifts that no one in their right mind would want. I was young. Foolish.” Ulrich shifted uncomfortably, but paused his narrative for only a moment before he pressed on.

“It was a lovely spring night, so I thought I'd take the long way back to our flat, and I Apparated to this forest path not far from where we were living at the time, and I was attacked by a rogue werewolf.” Ulrich paused again, and let out a soft hiss in frustration as he raked his free hand through his hair. “I still have no idea who bit me, I never found them. Anyway, I hurried back to St Mungo's, and they patched me up and contacted my partner. Since I was of age, they didn't contact my family, which was good, I think. They wouldn't have approved of their only son becoming a—a monster.”

Ulrich's arms tensed around Harry, still lost in memory. Harry reached up and threaded his fingers through Ulrich's hair. He stroked the long, dark locks while he listened, and the gentle touch seemed to calm him, and slowly, Ulrich returned to his story.

“After I was released from hospital, Steven was convinced that he could fix me,” Ulrich sneered, a note of disgust in his voice. However, Harry noted that it sounded less like disgust at his former partner's attitude, and more like disgust at himself for letting it happen. “He had been a Slytherin back at school, and he had always been very intelligent and ambitious, so he was certain that he could create a potion like wolfsbane, but one that would turn me human again.

“I was so overwhelmed at the time; becoming a dominant werewolf isn't like becoming a sub. Your body goes though a lot more physical changes, and you're flooded with hormones...it's like having a second puberty. All this time, Steven was pressing weird experimental potions on me, and I was just so messed up, I didn't know what to do, so I just drank them. I always trusted him before now, why would he hurt me?”

“Oh, Ulrich...” Harry said softly, and his voice seemed to snap the dominant out of his daze, and he turned back to Harry. Harry felt his heart break a little—Ulrich looked so ashamed.

“Those potions...” Ulrich continued, his voice breaking a little as he spoke, “they just made everything worse. I was so ill. I was ill all the time. I asked him to stop, but he said he refused to be in a relationship with a monster. He said he had to fix me. He tried to jinx me, to force me to take his latest potion, but he forgot that most commonplace spells won't work on us, and I ran. I ran so far...” Ulrich trailed off again when his voice caught, and Harry immediately leant up to kiss Ulrich gently.

“I'm so sorry that you had to go through that,” Harry whispered, and kissed him again.

“I know your family isn't like that,” Ulrich replied just as softly in between fevered kisses, “it's just hard to break out of that mindset, but, having Hermione here, she smells like pack, as does that other boy...Buck?”

“Bill,” Harry corrected, “it was Alpha who...hurt him.”

They kissed again, both at a loss for how to continue the conversation, and after Ulrich's heartfelt confession, Harry could all but feel his desperate need for release. He rolled over and pinned Harry beneath him, then devoured his mouth again. Harry let out a needy groan, but at that same moment—

Knock, knock.

“Fuck,” Harry hissed, and slumped back against the pillows, while Ulrich laughed softly into the crook of his neck.

Knock, knock.

“Potter?” Malfoy's voice called from the other side of the door, though it sounded odd, as though his nose had been plugged up, “I know you're awake, I can hear you two grunting like a pair of mating zebras or something in there.”

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry called back, and just barely managed to bite back a groan as Ulrich went back to giving Harry his full, undivided attention. He licked his way down the side of Harry's throat while he slipped his large hand under the waistband of Harry's pyjama bottoms, as though he hadn't noticed Malfoy on the other side of their door.

“Your help, you arse,” he snapped. “George decided to test out one of his ridiculous products on me again, and I can't go back to Ginny's room looking like this.”

“Just—just o-one second,” Harry choked out, and he heard Malfoy let out a frustrated groan from the other side of the door. Harry bit his bottom lip as Ulrich squeezed his budding erection, and Harry kissed him hard as Ulrich stroked him with sure, steady movements, and almost embarrassingly quickly, Harry orgasmed, his seed staining the front of his pyjama bottoms white.

Harry cleaned himself up with a quick flick of his wand, and arched up to kiss Ulrich once more.

“Just let me see what this is about, then I'll return the favour,” Harry whispered, “Malfoy would never ask for my help in a million years, so whatever it is, it ought to be good.”

“I'll hold you to that,” Ulrich replied smoothly, and kissed Harry again before he reluctantly let him go, and Harry walked over to the door, his legs feeling pleasantly like jelly as he moved.

“Okay, Malfoy, what—Oh. My. God.” Harry stared, and Malfoy glared back at him.

“Not one word, Potter,” Malfoy growled as he shouldered into the room, his face beet-red with embarrassment.

“Well, that certainly gives a whole new meaning to the phrase cock-face,” Harry remarked, and Malfoy glared daggers at him.

“I said not one word!” he snapped, “this isn't funny. Help me.”

“Hey, when you blush it gets erect!” Harry remarked, and reached out to tug at the penis jutting out from where Malfoy's nose was supposed to be, and he glared at him again.

“Don't touch it!”

“I wonder what'll happen if you sneeze?”

“You are disgusting.”

“I happen to know a tricky little jinx that will make you sneeze, just to test it out...”

“Potter, don't you dare,” Malfoy growled, “get this damn thing off me!”

“Why not just ask Ginny to blow it off for you?”

“If she saw me like this, she'd die laughing, then never let me forget it!”

“Your rivalry really wasn't exaggerated, was it?”

Harry and Malfoy both turned to Ulrich at his comment, and he arched a brow at the pair of them. “You two sound like an old married couple.”

“We do not sound like an old married couple!” both Harry and Malfoy burst out at once, then glared at each other. Ulrich snorted, but offered up no comment.

“Okay, I'll help you,” Harry said as he turned back to Malfoy, and the blond's eyes narrowed at Harry's grin that had spread across his face. “I'm not a prick, and I know when to lend a hand.”

“I hate you,” Malfoy grumbled as he shuffled over to the writing desk in the corner of the room and sat on it, while Harry stood in front of him with his wand, and muttered a string of incantations under his breath. Surprisingly, it was a much simpler transfiguration that Harry had expected, and within minutes, Malfoy's nose was back to normal.

“Done,” Harry proclaimed, and Malfoy's hands shot up to paw at his face.

“It's gone?”

“Of course, Malfoy,” Harry replied sweetly, “I wouldn't cock it up, not when you asked for my help so nicely.”

Malfoy glared at the pun, while Ulrich turned his snort of laughter into a very false-sounding cough.

“I can't believe I asked for your help,” Malfoy grumbled as he crossed his arms.

“Don't be such a stiffy, Malfoy,” Harry quipped with a wide grin, “we're practically Weasleys once removed at this point, I'd never ignore a family member in need.”

“It'd be a cold day in Hell before I call Harry-fucking-Potter my family.”

“Now who's being a prick?”

“Oh, I've had just about enough of this.”

“No you haven't.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Malfoy stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Distantly, Harry could hear muffled laughter coming from one of the rooms down the hall.

Grinning, Harry turned back to Ulrich, who was watching him with a small smile of amusement.

“You really know how to wind him up, don't you?” Ulrich remarked, and Harry shrugged as he stepped back over to his mate.

“It's a gift. We've been at each other's throats since first year, so now it just comes naturally,” Harry replied as he clambered back into the bed, and snuggled close to Ulrich. Without missing a beat, he pressed a hand into the centre of Ulrich's chest, and trailed it down to the front of his jeans. “Let's get you out of these uncomfortable clothes, eh? I do believe I promised to return the favour for earlier...”

Ulrich's mouth stretched into a grin, and he shed his clothes quickly, while Harry mirrored the expression as he flicked his wand at the door to cast a Silencing Charm, then contented himself to enjoy Ulrich's company for the rest of the night.
A/N: This is one of those moments where a few of my test subjects remarked that the Draco scene was stupid, and some thought it was funny. I decided to keep it anyway, because my maturity level in regards to my sense of humour is pretty low. So, some of you might find it funny, and some of you might find it stupid. Oh well.
Just for clarification – your humble author is, in fact, a Slytherin. Ulrich's ex was ambitious as well as super smart, which, to me, lends itself more to Slytherin than Ravenclaw. I didn't stick him in there cuz he was a douchebag. (I get a little defensive about my house >.>)
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