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Punishment	By : Holly Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 91201 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N I know, I know. My empty hollow promises of chapter updates are nothing but intense cruelty to those waiting on bated breath for updates. Well I shall withdraw my promises of updates and post when I have something worth while. I hope that the below is a much better written chapter than some of my others (definitely longer at any rate!). I don't normally answer reviews but I would like to thank Iza for sticking with the story despite her squik for breastfeeding men. I can understand it completely but I decided to include it for several reasons. Firstly, any species which has males pregnant naturally would of had to find a way to feed said children, otherwise it would be completely impractical, secondly, although I don't have any children I have heard that breastfeeding is a very bonding thing with your child and as new borns really do very little except sleep, poop and eat there isn't much they can use to repair the bond between Harry and the twins. I hope you think that is a reasonable explanation and again thank you for sticking with the story.

A/N2 I have tried to fix the formatting issues (again!) and hopefully this should be better. I am having to change the way i post and with the code changes which are coming soon (thank you very much mods you work is most appreciated) i am sure i will need to change again. Please bare with me and keep on letting me know what something goes awry.

He sat back against his corner and enjoyed the full feeling in his belly. The woman had sat back some time ago, either full herself or letting him have the rest of the plate. She was just sitting there now, her legs pulled up the her chest, head laying softly on her shoulder, watching him. She still didn't seem like a threat but he continued to watch her nervously just encase she should make any sudden moves. His attention wavered for a second as he felt a sudden twinge in his stomach, like he was still hungry. He placed his hand on his stomach and felt the roundness of his belly as a second twinge joined the first one, accompanied by a small gurgle from the basket by his feet. He looked down to see two pairs of small eyes looking up at him. He smiled down at them, understanding their unspoken need. He picked up the faired pup and uncovered his breast. He latched on quickly and he felt the surge through his breast and out through his nipple. A small squeak came from the basket as the dark pup latched onto his thumb, mimicking his brother. Contentment spread through him from the pups as he slowly ran his finger down the feeding child's face, 'Aurel,' he thought, 'you're Aurel.'

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Melim watched Harry feed his children. The joy on his face was clear to see, especially as he stroked down the fair child's face. The bond had obviously reasserted itself, as the child had not had to cry to let his mother know he needed food, in fact it was probably Harry's full belly that had woken up the twins in the first place. At least the twins wouldn't suffer too much from the short separation from their mother, hopefully Harry wouldn't either, hopefully the happy sub she had helped during his pregnancy would be back soon so she could get to know him better. Melim gave herself a small smile and continued to watch until the fair child unlatched himself and began to gurgle happily. Harry reached down and wiped his mouth off lovingly before the darker child made his presence known. The fair child was placed in the basket before the darker was picked up to take up his brother's position. Melim frowned slightly, Harry hadn't winded the child but it seemed happy enough for the moment. Melim resisted the urge to interfere and sat back.

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Aurel was funny. He was made the prettiest gurgling noises, laughing as his attention moved away for his stomach and on to his mother. He watched the little face crease up as the stubby arms flailed forwards to grab hold of whatever they could. He moved his face downwards and allowed his nose to be caught as he wiped the last of the milk away from his mouth. He would've been content to sit there forever, looking into big green eyes, but the darker child reminded him that he was hungry too. He placed the happy Aurel into his basket before retrieving the impatient Nox to be fed. Nox seemed like a nice name for the unhappy puppy, who was currently squirming in his arms, trying to speed his mother up. Obviously he was happy to wait for his brother but once he had finished that was the end of his patience. Nox was obediently placed at his mother's breast and he began feeding quickly, easily placated by the steady flow of of nourishment. He leant down to run his finger down his child's face and was rewarded by a snort and a warm feeling of happiness, which made him smile.

His moment of serenity was interrupted by discomfort. He was confused for a moment whilst he tried to sort out the different things he was feeling, telling the twins apart and separating their feeling from his was difficult. Aurel let out a small cry and reached out of his basket. He reached down with his spare hand and tried to comfort him, jostling his brother slightly in the process, earning another, more aggressive, snort and a wave of annoyance and frustration. Aurel let forth with another cry, his face turning pink as his eyes screwed up. There was a desperation now coming from him, what was just discomfort was now pain. He tried to move Nox to see to Aurel only to be met with anger and a throaty scream. He began to panic, he couldn't see to Aurel without upsetting Nox. Aurel began to scream, his face now red and pained. The tried to comfort him from the basket, touching his face, cooing soothingly to him, but nothing worked.

Suddenly his vision was filled with the woman from the corner reaching into the basket. He shouted and tried to bat her away but he couldn't move fast enough, she caught his arm and gently lifted the screaming Aurel from his basket. He shouted again and tried to get up as Nox screamed in protest. The hand which had grabbed his wrist tightened and then let go as Aurel quietened slightly, snuffling slightly as he was placed against the woman's shoulder and rubbed in slow circles on his back. The woman stayed close to him.

"It's ok, Harry." Her voice was croaky and quiet, he was barely able to hear her over Nox's angry cries. Harry? He knew that name. "He's fine now." Aurel let out a large belch and seemed contented again. His panic lessened as the woman placed Aurel back into the basket but remained close by. Nox was once again feeding happily and the hut returned to silence.

****

Fenir hadn't want to to wait to begin the journey to the nearest floo but Maya and Ram had managed to convince him that Claw should be made aware of where the Alpha and healer had gone before they disappeared, plus as Fenir had insisted that Ram stayed to help Claw with preparations for winter he in turn had insisted that another Dom go with them, just encase there was any trouble. Fenir had scoffed and snorted at that comment but secretly Maya was happy for the extra company and security. As it was he was unhappy to be leaving the pack without a healer for any amount of time, especially when Harry was in such a state, but he was of no use to Harry without knowing exactly what had gone on whilst he was in captivity. Hopefully they would not be gone too long and in the mean time Melim would take care of Harry and Tempar could deal with any bumps and bruises the pack picked up along the way.

It didn't take long to find Claw as he was supervising the rest of the Dom's with felling a medium sized pine tree for building material. It would take some time to get it ready for repairs to the huts but it was better than using young wood. Claw didn't look any happier about Maya going than he, himself, was but he acknowledged the healer's need to go, volunteering French to accompany them, who promptly ran back to the village to gather supplies.

They were ready to leave with half an hour to begin the twenty mile trek across the forest towards the nearest wizard village where they would be able to pick up the floo to the ministry and then, hopefully, on to a meeting with The Dark Lord. Maya tried not to think about what Fenir would do if there was a delay or if they were denied an audience. He had barely said anything since Maya had first suggested going to the wizards, completely focused on the task at hand and he doubted anything would stop the Alpha from completing that task, even if it meant destroying all he had achieved during the war.

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"Harry?" he said out loud, processing the name the woman had called him. His voice felt sore, like he had been screaming. She looked at him, her head to one side questioningly.

"Yes, you are Harry. My name is Melim. Do you remember me?" He shook his head and cradled Nox closer to his breast as he started to unlatch. "If he is finished you will need to wind him like I did with the blonde one." Harry lifted the child to his shoulder.

"Aurel." He motioned his head towards the sleeping child in the basket. The woman, Melim, nodded.

"Yes, Like I did with Aurel. Rub his back slowly." Harry obeyed and was rewarded by a slash of wet, which dribbled its way down his back. Nox gave a happy gurgle as his mother's face grimaced. He placed Nox back beside his brother and Melim offered him a rag from the pile. He wiped away the sick from his shoulder and shivered as a cool breeze hit the remaining wet patch."You should cover yourself, it is cold outside and the fire will die soon if we don't tend to it." Harry looked down at the fur, which had fallen off as he had fed his children, and wrapped himself as snugly as possible. He mimicked the action for the twins, tucking their furs tightly around them to keep out the chill. He leant back against the wall, relaxing for the first time since he had awoken, and gazed down at his children.

Melim didn't move back to her corner, deciding to stay as close to Harry as he would allow. "Do you know who you are, Harry?" she asked. Her under used voice was starting to crack but she carried on, this was too important. If they were going to help him they had to find out what the damage was. Harry looked at her for a moment with a blank expression before looking away and back down at the basket of babies. He ran his hand down the darker one's cheek.

"Nox." He said before looking up at her. Melim smiled at him.

"Yes his name is Nox. Aurel and Nox. They are good names." Harry smiled happily and turned his attention back to the basket.

*******

It took the small group around an hour of running across the woods to reach the edge. Even at wolf speed the going was hard, the forests now returning to their wild, pure state after so long being controlled by man. With the treaty between the werewolves and wizards, the wizards had withdrawn completely from the forests the wolves called home, effectively separating the two species from each other, which caused problems when it came to contacting one an other. The wizards had no trouble, of course, popping in and out of anywhere they felt like. That was why they had been so dangerous during the war. The only warning of an attack was a popping sound just a second before they were set upon, wands already in hand, firing off stunning spells and killing spells, decimating entire packs before they had a chance to fight back. They had laws now to stop wizards apparating into their woods and, so far, they had worked, but for how long who knew. Of course, right now Fenir would've welcome the wizards closer if it meant they could get to The Dark Lord faster.

They would be able to go faster now they were on flat land but it was at least another ten miles before they reached a settlement, one that would hopefully contain a floo. Maya dropped his pack to the floor as they reached the edge of the trees.

"What are you doing?" Fenir asked, as French dropped his pack beside the healers and sat down on it.

"I am getting a drink. We are not all super soldiers, some of us need a few minutes to recover after running flat out." he dug around in his pack for a buck skin canteen and took a large gulp before offering it to French. Fenir grunted.

"Don't take too long, we need to keep going."

"Of course, Alpha." Maya said, before routing around in his pack for some dried meat and sitting down to enjoy his meal. The longer the Alpha could be kept focused on this task the longer Melim would have to help Harry heal without interference. He hadn't lied to the Alpha, it was essential they had more information in order to help the young sub, the main thing Harry needed was time. Time to bond with his children, time to come to terms with what had and was happening to him, and keeping the Alpha away and focused on something else was the best way to buy him that time, though how much was still to be seen. Fenir began pacing, kicking rocks and dirt around, sniffing at the air nervously.

"Would you like some, Alpha. You need to keep your strength up." French said offering up some of his meat.

"What we need to do is keep moving. We are no longer in our forest, there are humans out here." Fenir's voice was terse, the strain of the last few days now culminating in forced interaction with a species that had nearly destroyed them once and that he would never trust, no matter the promises. French gave a nod, sharing his Alpha's apprehension. Maya gathered up the things he had unpacked and swung the bag over his shoulder securely.

"Well I'm all ready. Let's get moving." Fenir nodded and started of at a brisk pace northerly, followed quickly by French with Maya following in the rear.

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Harry's eyelids started to droop. The twins had been sleeping peacefully for over an hour and didn't show any signs of waking any time soon. Melim hadn't moved back to her corner, instead she sat facing the basket, silently watching him. Her body was calm and relaxed, leaning up against the wall. Harry felt his head loll on to his shoulder before he jerked upright, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"Sleep, Harry. I will watch over Aurel and Nox." Harry forced his eyes open, drawing the basket closer into him. "Do not worry. They will wake you if anything happens." He looked at her quizzically. "The bond, you feel it?" she reached forward and touched her fingers to his heart "here?" Harry nodded. "That will tell you if they need you. Sleep. I will wake you in an hour or two, or they will when they want feeding." She withdrew her hand and moved back against the wall. Harry touched his heart and concentrated on the twins. Two little heartbeats replied, faster than his but still at rest. She was right, if anyone disturbed the children he would know about it. He lay his body onto the floor, pulling the basket softly into his arms before curling his body around it. His head shot up as Melim moved from her spot away from them, only to relax as she returned with another larger fur, which she draped over him. "Sleep." Harry's eyes closed softly and fell into a light sleep.

*****

They made better time along the flats, Fenir pushing them hard to make up the time they had lost in the dense forest. French had hung back when Maya had begun struggling, to make sure they didn't leave the small healer behind, and was now bringing up the rear. They could see smoke on the horizon, the small puffs of chimneys as their blazes burned merrily to guard against the colder weather now prevalent in the country. The sight spurred Fenir on and his pace began to quicken, leading to groans from the back two wolves, who sped up quickly to make sure he didn't leave them behind.

Fenir heard the light groaning for behind him and snorted slightly. He knew he was pushing the other two hard but they could take it and would get a chance to rest once they reached the Ministry. He had never been as anxious to meet with humans, outside of battle, and it was a strange sensation and one he hoped he would never have to repeat.

About ten minutes later they reached the outskirts of the village and slowed down to a reasonable jog. The noise started to grow as they got closer and the three wolves scented the air cautiously, it was ripe with sweat and livestock. The slowed to a brisk, purposeful walk as they entered the market street. Maya shrunk in close to French as they entered, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. It didn't work as they were immediately noticed, the din around them quietening as the humans turned from their pursuits to watch them advance through the village. Fenir straighten his back and drew himself up to his full intimidating hight of nearly seven foot, looking down his nose at the nervous humans. The fear settled into the general stench of the village and he could only look on them with disgust. A fatish man with red cheeks came hurrying across from one of the side roads, hurriedly pulling on a blue robe over his white under robe. Fenir stopped, motioning behind him for French to copy him. French let go on Maya's shoulder, forcing the healer to stand upright, but remained holding on to his hand.

"Wwwoollf…" the man stuttered, as he reached the point where the three had stopped. "We...um…" The man hopped from foot to foot, ringing his hand in front of him, trying to find the right words to get rid of the three wolves. This was probably the first time they had dealt with wolf kind since the treaty, in times passed blood would've been shed instantly but now there were no rules how to handle each other.

"I am Fenir Greyback…" there were a few intakes of breath and mutterings from the previously silent crowd. Fenir gave himself a small smile. It was good to know that his name still sparked fear into the general population. "We have use of your floo. Please take us there." The little blue robed man nodded his head quickly, his feet still hopping backwards and forwards in some sort of strange dance.

"Of course, Mr Greyback…" Fenir growled and the man balked, looking like he was about to throw up.

"My proper title is Alpha. Use it." The little man shrunk back and nodded sharply.

"Of course, sir, I mean, Alpha. I didn't mean any offense. Please follow me, I will take you to the inn which has a public floo." The blue man bowed a couple of times before turning and quickly shuffling along the street towards a large building at the far end, turning every few steps to make sure that the three wolves were following him, which they were along with half the town, who were keeping a fair distance behind the two wolves behind Greyback.

Most of the patrons had already vacated the inn and filed out on to the street by the time they arrived. Fenir ducked his head as he entered the musty, smoky bar, followed quickly by his two companions. The inn was silent and dark, and stank of stale ale and human bodies. Maya recoiled at the stench, holding his arm up to his nose, trying to block out as much as possible.

"How do they live in it?!" He asked French under his breath, whose nose was wrinkled up in disgust.

"They don't smell it, how I don't know." The blue man had run off somewhere as soon as he had entered but returned quickly holding out a jar to Fenir, his hand shaking as Fenir reached out and grabbed it from him.

"Thank you." Fenir mumbled. "You may go. We will floo out." The man let out a long breath and hurried out of the door, without looking back. Fenir opened the jar and threw a handful of the powder on to the blazing fire. "Ministry of Magic." he commanded. The flames rose green and red and Fenir took a deep breath before plunging his head into the flames.

"Ministry of Magic. How may I direct your call?" A wizard with greying hair answered the floo.

"I am Alpha Fenir Greyback, of the wolves. I seek an audience with the Dark Lord." The wizard looked up and and visibly started shaking.

"Al..Alpha Greyback...I…I"

"Just go get your leader you idiot, I will not wait all day." The old man bowed his head a couple of times.

"Of course, of course, please hold the line." The wizard disappeared from the floo only to be replaced a few moments later with a slightly younger man wearing a tall purple hat.

"Alpha Greyback." He bowed respectfully, which Fenir returned in the form of a small nod of his head. "I am afraid we do not have the authorisation to grant you an audience with His Highness, The Dark Lord Voldemort. We will need to contact the imperial castle personally in order to announce you desire for an audience, which may take some time." Fenir had expected this, he doubted these ministry types had so much as looked at Voldemort in the flesh let alone spoken with him.

"We will come through and wait there."

"Of course, sir, I will clear the floo for you. How many of your companions should we expect?" He was probably signaling for security as they spoke.

"Two others."

"Very good," the face disappeared from the fire and Fenir withdrew his head. A voice reverberating around the room. "All clear, please come through. Fenir threw another handful of the powder into the fire and motioned at French and Maya to step into the fire, which they did with some apprehension. Fenir placed the jar onto the mantle piece before following them through the fire.

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Melim watched Harry and the twin sleep. They looked very peaceful at the moment but outside the noise had begun to rise, as the rest of the pack returned to the village. There was a fair amount of movement, chatting of subs as they shook out furs and washed linens in preparation for the colder weather which was approaching quickly. She wanted to get out there and help them, tell Lemmy and Maya what the damage was, but she had promised Harry that she would watch over them as he slept and she didn't want to risk him waking whilst she was out. She may have to get up to tend to the fire, however, unless someone came in the check on them. The noise outside suddenly grew louder. She was able to make out the shouting voices of the hunters, yelling something about trees. They must have finished felling for the winter and were bringing it back into the village to be cut and treated. She lifted herself up to her knees and peered over the side of the bed to see if she could see anything through the crack in the door Maya had left, but the only sign of life was the noise and the fleeting shadows which hurried past the door.

A small whimper bought her attention back to her charge. Harry had curled himself up tighter around the basket, his sleep no longer peaceful. His body was tense, his eyes squeezed shut, sobbing quietly. Melim quickly moved closer to Harry. She reached over and ran her fingers lightly through his hair, following her instincts to treat the small sub like her own child, and began to hum a soft lullaby to hopefully sooth his troubled sleep.

*****

He was surrounded, people all around him, pushing towards something he couldn't see beyond the fog around him. They were telling him things but he couldn't hear the words above the din. The fog began to clear and he saw in front of him a precipice, the ground just ending. He felt panic overwhelm him and turned to push back against the crowd. He couldn't see their faces only vague impressions of them. A tall man with a long beard, a girl and a boy with bright red hair, another girl with bushy hair, a fat man who stood next to a thin woman... There were so many he couldn't count, still pushing him towards the cliff, each speaking to him. Their voices became clearer, some where asking for him to save them, others telling him how useless he was, some calling him names 'slut' 'whore' 'failure'. He pushed back against them but it was no use, the people engulfed him moving him towards the edge. They were shouting now, screaming at him, grabbing at his hair and limbs, pulling at him. His foot hit the edge and he scrabbled for purchase, grabbing at the people to stop himself from falling but they faded away, their voices still strong as they dissolved. 'Killer' 'Failure' 'Bitch' the words rang out as his feet lost their purchase of the rock face. He fell backwards into nothingness.

He was hiding in the bushes where Remmy had told him to stay, his wand had been taken from him a few weeks ago and he was now defenseless against them. They were searching for him shouting at each other across the darkness, shouting at him, telling him how much trouble he was in, what they would do to him when they found him. Ron was different though, he had always been the most difficult to resist, his best friend now his worst tormentor. He always knew exactly what buttons to push, the best ways to torture him. "I'm so sorry, Harry. You need to come out, love. We'll be like before, all of us together, you'll see, I'll make it all better." He almost gave in and came out of his hiding place but Remmy had told him to stay put whilst he gathered the supplies he had been hoarding for weeks. They had saved most of every meal to try and save enough to get them across the country, to the forests of Greyback's pack. Just as they had enough to leave they had been discovered, Moody's horrid eye spying on them, just one false move. He didn't know how this small bush was protecting him from them but they hadn't found him yet. Remmy would be back soon and then they would try and run for it, all he had to do was sat hidden for a little while longer.

"Well look what we have here?" Ron was looking over at something Harry couldn't see but he could hear more shouting and someone crying out. Harry bit his tongue to stop from crying out as they dragged Remus into view. His breathing was shallow but body was was covered in bloody cuts and bruises and his leg was at an odd angle as it was dragged along the floor.

"We found their supplies, hidden in a hallow not too far away." Kingsley said as he dumped Remmy to the floor.

"Poor little puppy." Ron said as he knelt down next to the body and stroked down Remmy's cheek. "Harry, you should really come out now and help your friend, look he fell down!" Ron's sadistic laugh rang out as the others joined in. Harry's legs moved of the own volition but stopped as Remmy's head moved upright.

"Stay where you are, Harry!" Ron's later stopped and he leant down to Remus again.

"Stop that, Bad dog!" Remmy looked up at his eyes and spat in his face.

"You are nothing!" Ron stood up slowly and wiped the spittle from his cheek. He stood for a moment, his arms relaxed against his side before raising his arms and back handing Remus, sending him sprawled back to the ground. He looked down at Remus for a moment.

"Put it down," he said, his voice calm and even. Harry watched almost in slow motion as Dean and Kingsley raised their wands. Their spell was almost silent and completely without ceremony.

"Sectumsempra" Harry stood as he watched their wands slice downwards, cutting Remus' throat. Blood squirted in several directions, covering his executioners and the forest floor in red.

"No" Harry choked on the word as he watched the precious life flow from a man he looked to as father.

"Ah, Harry, glad you could join us." Ron said, a smirk plastered across his blood smeared face. He stepped over Remus' body and walked towards Harry. Harry was too shell shocked to move, only able to stand and stare at Remmy. "Look what you made me do, Harry. Look at poor Remus, he's dead and it is your fault." Ron grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him out of the bush towards the still warm corpse. Harry felt himself being pushed to the ground. His knees gave out but still he was pushed further until his face was in line with Remus'. "Look at him, Harry. This is all you fault. You should know not to try and run, you knew what would happen." Harry tried to look away, tears blurring his vision. His face was push further down until it touched Remmy's. "Look at him!" Ron screamed, pressing down on his neck, digging his fingers into his soft flesh. Harry didn't need to look, he could feel the cooling blood on his face, mixing with the hot tears falling down his cheeks. Suddenly the pressure on his neck was removed. He didn't dare move without permission.

"Get up you disgusting piece of shit." A kick landed in his middle, winding him. "Get up!" Harry staggered to his feet, his face bowed, the tears still wet on his face. Ron grabbed hold of his neck again and directed him towards the largest of the tents. Part of Harry's mind tried to struggle, knowing the horror that awaited him in that tent, but the other part of him knew he couldn't. There was no point, no escape from this hell.

He was pushed through the fabric doorway and let to fall on the hard floor. He lay still, hoping that obedience would lessen his punishment.

"You know, I don't know why we bother." he could hear Ron sorting through some things, clanking noises, manacles his mind provided but they were set aside, wood falling onto the floor, canes. "All those years training you to be our saviour, treating you like some kind of god. You can't do anything right." Ron stood, obviously finding whatever he was looking for. Harry heard him move around to his other side. "And now Remus joins the ranks of the people you have failed." Harry screamed as a thin cane came down on to his back. He could feel the blood start to well where the cane had hit. "And now you need to be punished." The cane came down again, running a line from his shoulder blade to his hip, leaving a thin strip of red in it wake. Another blow landed in quick succession against his butt and thigh. Ron began moving around him again. "You didn't deserve them you know, Hermione, Sirius, Neville, Seamus, Dumbledore they all died for you, all because you couldn't do what you were supposed to. You killed them all yet here you are, still alive!" Another two blows landed on his back causing him to scream again. He closed his eyes tightly as tears escaped once again. He lost count of the strikes as Ron began to work himself into a frenzy, changing position to find a yet unmarked piece of flesh he could destroy. Harry could no longer feel the strikes, only knowing he had been hit from the distinctive give 'swish' the cane gave off as it moved through the air. Suddenly the beating stopped and the only sound was the panting as Ron struggled to regain his composure and the harsh whimpers which flowed unbidden from Harry's throat.

Suddenly his hair was grabbed and pulled backwards. His whimpered intensified, no longer having the energy to scream. His mangled back protested as it bent backwards, crushing the bleeding slashes. Ron bought his face in to Harry's, his hot breath misting Harry's vision.

"I was going to marry her, you know. She was going to be mine." The hand in his hair pulled him up further and flipped him ver on to his back. He screamed as he collided with the hard ground. "Seeing as you killed her, I guess you will just have to take her place." Harry's neck was pinned to the ground by one large hand whilst the other moved to his lower body. "You are nowhere near as pretty as her" Harry's screamed as a think piece of wood plunged into his entrance. "but you do scream so nicely." The stick withdrew slightly before pushing back in hard. Harry screamed again, trying to scoot his body away but only succeeding in rubbing his back against the hard ground and tightening the hand around his throat. The wounds inside him, from similar treatment, mercifully began to open, lubricating the penetration with his blood. Ron mumbled under his breath and his channel was suddenly flooded by liquid and the wand was removed and discarded. The hand left his throat and the body by his legs withdrew. Harry let out the breath he had been holding and began to take in gulps of air. Suddenly his knees were pulled upwards and apart as a thick, hard rod pierced his tight pucker.

The pain was excruciating, eclipsing his back, which slid across the floor covering it with blood. Ron gave a few grunts as he pushed himself fully home. "Come on you little whore, fuck yourself on me like a good slut." Ron withdrew before plunging himself back into the clenching channel. "That's right, bitch, scream for me. This is all the little saviour is good for and you like it don't you, you little slut! Take it!" Ron slammed home again drawing more screams from Harry's already abused throat. Ron's pistoning hips sped up as he began to loose control over himself. There were no more words, just animal grunts as he grabbed hold of Harry's hips and pumped them in time with his thrusts. With one final thrust Ron's back stiffened and he unloaded his hot seed deep into Harry.

He slowly withdrew, a final grunt of satisfaction, and dropped Harry's body hard onto the floor. He stood up off the floor and smiled at him as he wiped the blood, cum and lube from his cock, and then smudging the Remus' dried blood from his face, before pulling on his trousers. "You are such a good slut aren't you? Why would you ever want to leave?" He let out a belly laugh as he pushed aside the fabric flap on the door. "Hey guys, little slut boy is all yours!" He shouted. Harry could hear the laugher from outside and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall unconscious before the next man came in.

A/N Please don't hurt me! I really was planning to have Fenir find out what a dick he was in this chapter but it seemed to take on a mind of its own and needed to end. At least we know with certainty now that Harry didn't do it, or do we? I am not sure if my Ron-bashing is a little too severe or ok. I have always thought that Ron was a pretty annoying character for most of the books but I think I may have gone a bit far with the sadism. Well I shall let you all be the judges. I hope you enjoyed.

AN2 Apologies! I just remembered i didn't thank the two reviewers who gave me the names for the twins! Thank you very much Cinder1013 for naming Nox andSheireen who name Aurel, I hope you don't mind that i shortened it slightly. Thank you all so much for all your help!
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