Of Wolf and Man

Harry stared at the closed door for a long time, not quite able to look at Moony yet and wanting to make sure Sirius was really gone. But he could hear the wolf breathe beside him, could feel that amber gaze on him, and it tickled his skin and hardened his cock, because he knew now what it felt like to do those things, and as much as he tried not to want it, he did want to do it again.

Swallowing away the tiny bit of hesitance he still felt, Harry looked at Moony at last. \"We need to talk.\"

But Moony didn\'t seem in the mood for talking. He jumped on the bed, burying his head under the covers and pushing them aside so he could press his nose against Harry\'s crotch.

\"Wait, wait,\" Harry gasped, and reached for the wolf\'s head, pulling it towards him so he could look Moony in his eyes. \"I to to do this. But, I want to do this with you, Moony. Prof -- Remus, I know you are in there. I don\'t want to hurt Sirius or you, so I\'m not doing this with you. Just Moony. I know it must sound- \"

Moony shut him up by licking his mouth, and Harry took that as consent, and clung to it so he wouldn\'t have to think about Sirius and Remus and that he was betraying them both. Harry let go of Moony and wriggout out of his Y-fronts, kicking them off so he was completely naked. Molicklicked his mouth again, and then used his tongue to trace a damp path down Harry\'s body straight to his pulsing erection.

Panting in anticipation, Harry lay down on the bed, his legs spread to give Moony all the access he wanted, and he pushed his hips up, eager for more contact with that agile tongue. But Moony didn\'t stroke his tongue down Harry\'s cock brutally as he had done before. Instead he pushed the tip against Harry\'s slick slit over and over again, as if he wanted to lap any drop of pre-come that leaked from Harry\'s prick up immediately, and then wriggled the tip under Harry\'s foreskin, sliding it across the soft skin just below the head of Harry\'s cock.

Clawing at the sheets, Harry couldn\'t hold back a deep groan or stop his hips from bucking up. His cock was still a bit sensitive from their earlier exploits, and that made Moony\'s precise ministrations almost painful. Almost, but not quite, because Harry didn\'t think he\'d ever felt anything this intense before. All that focus on such receptive parts of his cock made him want to scream and beg and curse, and he tried so hard to stay silent, biting his lips and tongue and clenching his jaw.

\"Please,\" he whimpered, but Moony kept circling the head of his prick, pushing against the slit every so often, and Harry was sure his heart would stop and his balls would implode if Moony wouldn\'t give him more anytime soon. \"Please, Moony. Gods... feels so good... too good... more... give me more.\"

And then finally, Moony\'s nimble tongue licked down the entire length of Harry\'s receptive cock and swirled around his tight sac once. Harry spread his legs further and drew his knees up, exposing his cock and his balls as best as he could. \"More,\" he panted, even though he didn\'t know exactly what he wanted Moony to do besides keep licking his prick until he came harder than he ever had.

His lips pursed, Harry took deep breaths through his nose, his eyes falling shut when he felt Moony\'s tongue slide up and down his balls, from the teasing spot just beneath his sac all the way to the base of his cock.

\"Oh, yes, so good, more,\" Harry moaned, as soft as he possibly could while his sac was being tortured in the most pleasurable way imaginable. He didn\'t even notice that Moony had moved until he felt the angle of Moony\'s tongue on his balls shift. Harry opened his eyes and groaned at the sight of Moony\'s shiny erection right above his face.

Moony was standing over him, hind legs beside Harry\'s head, and was obviously trying to give Harry a certain message. And Harry had a pretty good idea what Moony wanted from him.

Trembling from both arousal and nervousness, Harry reached up and ran his fingers across Moony\'s prick. Instantly, Moony lapped across Harry\'s cock once, and Harry grinned, because it was now quite obvious tMoonMoony was playing a game and wouldn\'t pleasure Harry unless Harry pleasured him.

Harry tightened his fingers around the furry base of Moony\'s erection and dragged his fist up the whole length, squeezing slightly around the pointed tip before stroking down again. He was rewarded with a harsh lick over the head of his cock, which made him buck his hips up involuntarily.

Biting his lip, Harry started to fist Moony\'s prick, hoping, praying, that Moony would start licking his own cock for real now. But the wolf just kept lapping at Harry\'s sac, only giving his cock occasional teasing licks.

\"Moony, please,\" Harry whined. \"What do you want?\"

By way of answering, Moony started licking the head of Harry\'s cock furiously, and Harry widened his eyes while he let go of the wolf\'s erection. He was pretty sure what Moony was trying to tell him, but he wasn\'t so sure if he could actually do that. It was one thing to touch a werewolf\'s cock, but it was an entirely different thing to put it in his mouth.

Still, his body was screaming for release at the same time that Harry was hoping all these glorious feelings would never end. They tingled and teased and tortured and it was even more brilliant than before.

Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed himself up, leaning back on his elbows, and stared at Moony\'s cock for a moment before he darted his tongue out and gave the tip an experimental lick. Moony growled and licked Harry\'s cock in return, hard and forcefully now, which drew a deep moan from Harry.

Licking his lips, Harry arched his head back just a bit and licked the pointed tip again before sucking it into his mouth. It felt hard and warm and slick, and tasted faintly of salt. Not so bad at all, and Harry sucked more of Moony\'s prick into his mouth, his nose buried in the soft fur surrounding the wolf\'s erection.

He inhaled deeply through his nose, and shivered when he was suddenly consumed by Moony\'s distinct scent; earthy like stirred forest soil, natural like a pine tree in the rain, and animalistic like heady musk. He wasn\'t sure what he should do to Moony\'s cock, other than suck it softly while running the tip of his tongue along the underside. But Moony decided to show him, and started pumping his hips, fucking Harry\'s mouth without mercy.

He\'s fucking my mouth, Harry thought, and that realization was so arousing that for a moment, Harry thought he would come. But then he was lost in the onslaught of Moony\'s tongue rampaging across his cock and he closed his eyes, letting the wolf do to him whatever Moony wanted, and finding that specific submission to be arousing as well.

Now that Moony was finally giving his cock the attention Harry wanted, he could feel the telltale tingles of his impending orgasm swirl through his balls and flutter up his prick, and Harry let go of some internal spring which was always tightened inside of him, and felt a sense of freedom that was entirely new for him. Here he was, trembling under a werewolf who was fucking his mouth and licking him to orgasm, and he felt more like himself than ever before, because he was just Harry, just a teenage boy who was having sex, and even though it might not be normal sex like other teenagers had it, it was still sex and it still made him just Harry, who wasn\'t the target of a homicidal Dark Lord or the savior of an entire world, if only for a moment.

And with that feeling of total and utter freedom so clear in his mind Harry was sure it was burning into his flesh, he climaxed, grateful for the cock in his mouth which muffled his screams. Moony kept licking his pulsing prick until Harry had shot every last bit of seed over his stomach, and then suddenly his mouth was filled with something wet and hot and bitter and salty, and Harry tried to swallow it all while his body was still convulsing as his climax came to a slow end.

He let go of Moony\'s cock and fell back against the bed, the wolf\'s seed dripping from the sides of his mouth down his chin and cheeks.

\"Oh, fuck,\" he panted, his mind spinning. He jerked when he felt Moony lap up the drops of come from this belly, his skin hypersensitive after his mind-blowing orgasm.

\"God, Moony, that was just...wow.\" Harry couldn\'t do much more than just lie there while Moony cleaned his belly and cock and balls and shifted on the bed to lick away the traces of his own come on Harry\'s face.

The wolf\'s tongue swept over Harry\'s lips while the harsh whiskers tickled his nose, and Harry grinned. But Moony didn\'t stop his task, and licked Harry\'s bared teeth before pushing his tongue between them and laving it across Harry\'s tongue. Harry swallowed and kept still, looking into Moony\'s gleaming eyes, and then he pushed his tongue against Moony\'s, darting it out and sucking Moony\'s tongue back into his mouth.

It dawned on Harry that he was kissing a werewolf, and while the things they had done just a few minutes ago were a lot less innocent than licking each other\'s mouths and tongues, this did feel far more intimate, and Harry let out a shaky sigh. Moony tasted of fish and chips and semen, and Harry sucked harder on the wolf\'s tongue until he could taste himself mingled with the traces of Moony\'s sperm.

Moony withdrend Hnd Harry gasped for air while the large wolf lay down beside him. Rolling onto his side, Harry slung an arm over Moony\'s neck and buried his nose in the thick fur while he pressed his naked body against the wolf. He didn\'t say anything and just enjoyed the feeling of such a powerful and usually untamable creature against his own meager form.

Closing his eyes, Harry tried very hard not to think about Sirius and Remus, but instead focused on what he had just done with Moony. Who was more animal than man. And was thus not his godfather\'s lover, but a creature who wanted to have sex with him. Incredible, mind-blowing sex. The kind Harry had been fantasizing about for the better part of the last two years, even though he had never thought he would one day have sex with a werewolf. But Moony wasn\'t an ordinary werewolf, because Moony made him feel safe, and Moony didn\'t care about his scar and only wanted to lick his prick while Harry sucked his cock.

It couldn\'t possibly be wrong, Harry concluded, and cracked his eyes open to look at Moony, who glanced back at him with half-hooded eyes. Harry wanted nothing more than to fall asleep like this, but he knew that was out of the question. He didn\'t even want to think about what Sirius would say or do if he found Harry naked, wrapped around a werewolf, smelling of sweat and semen and sex.

\"I need a shower,\" Harry whispered, and gave Moony an apologetic smile as he released the wolf and sat up, stretching his arms and legs lazily. His mind spun while the back of his head ached, and Harry took a few deep breaths to steady himself before he got up from the bed.

His mind protested furiously, and Harry swayed on his feet, until he felt a soft head press against his hip. Moony looked up at him, and Harry leaned his hand on the wolf\'s neck, and allowed Moony to support him as he made his way to the bathroom just across the hallway.

The bathroom looked a bit gloomy, just as the rest of the house did, gray tiles and small gas lamps on the walls, and held a large shower stall in one corner and a marble sink in the other. Harry shuffled towards the shower and opened the taps, letting out a grateful sigh when the warm water washed down on him. He pressed his hands against the slick tiles, supporting himself, and lowered his head, letting the water run down his neck and back.

Moony kept a careful eye on him, standing just outside the shower stall, and Harry gave him a warm smile before he bent down to pick up the shampoo. But then the world around him shook violently and threatened to be consumed by darkness. Harry reached for something, anything, and found a furry body to hang onto while he heard Moony howl somewhere in the distance.

The next thing he knew were two strong arms around him, which pulled him up, and Harry blinked, suddenly aware that Sirius was standing in the shower with him, fully clothed and soaked.

\"Harry, what are you... you\'ve got a bloody concussion.\" Sirius frowned down at him, wet hair plastered against his face. \"You should have called me.\"

\"I wanted a shower,\" Harry muttered, not at all happy that Sirius apparently felt he couldn\'t take care of himself. \"I got a bit dizzy, is all.\"

Shaking his head, Sirius picked up the shampoo and poured a large amount on top of Harry\'s head. \"Still should have called me. Good thing you brought your watchdog along.\"

Moony let out a loud huff, glaring at the couple in the shower, and Sirius gave him a cheeky grin in return while he massaged the shampoo into Harry\'s hair.

Feeling too tired to protest, Harry rested a hand against the soaked shirt that covered Sirius\' chest, and tried to enjoy the odd feeling of someone else\'s fingers on his scalp. Harry couldn\'t remember someone else washing his hair. Surely Aunt Petunia must have done it when he was a toddler, but as far as Harry could recall, he had always bathed himself. But even though it was unfamiliar, Siriustrontrong fingers running through his wet hair didn\'t feel at all unpleasant, until Sirius dragged them across the back of his head.

Harry flinched, and Sirius withdrew quickly, whistling under his breath. \"That\'s an impressive bump you\'ve got there, mate.\"

Snorting, Harlarelared up at Sirius, who chuckled before dipping Harry\'s head back and rinsing his soapy hair. Then his godfather pressed a bar of soap in his hand, and Harry got the idea and ran it across his chest and under his arms. But when he bent down to wash the rest of himself, he swayed again as his mind rocked. Sirius yanked the bar from his hand and crouched down.

And it was then that Harry realized that he was naked, and that his godfather was staring at his naked privates, and was also touching them as he ran the bar of soap across his limp prick and sensitive sac. Harry couldn\'t express how grateful he felt that he\'d already climaxed a few times that day, because Sirius\' ministrations would have otherwise drawn a very inappropriate response from his cock.

Telling himself over and over again that this was Sirius, his godfather, his family, and not some random good-looking bloke he could fantasize about in the late hours of the evening, Harry underwent Sirius\' slow strokes across his legs and arse and back as dispassionately as he could, staring up at the ceiling with pursed lips.

\"All clean,\" Sirius stated as he got up, put the bar of soap away, and grabbed Harry\'s elbow to help him out of the stall. Sirius turned to grab a towel, and Moony used that moment to press his nose against Harry\'s cock, sniffing audibly.

Harry yelped and swatted Moony away, not quite able to meet his godfather\'s eyes when Sirius turned again and gave him a questioning look. Feeling his cheeks flush, Harry didn\'t complain when Sirius hung the towel over his head and started drying his hair.

Sirius dried him off expertly, and again Harry enjoyed the unfamiliar feeling of someone else tending to him, even though he knew he should feel embarrassed about it. He wasn\'t a child anymore, after all. He was almost seventeen. But that knowledge didn\'t stop him from letting out a quiet, disappointed sigh when Sirius hung the damp towel over the rack.

\"I think I\'ve got a spare toothbrush you can use.\" Sirius rummaged around in the drawer of the small cupboard beside the sink, and handed Harry a bright purple toothbrush.

\"Thanks,\" Harry whispered, and as he stepped up to the sink he noticed the blue ceramic mug with two toothbrushes in it, and he was once again reminded that his godfather had a lover, and that lover was now a wolf whom he had sucked off. Harry was so busy telling himself over and over again that what he hone one wasn\'t wrong, he didn\'t notice Sirius slipping out of his soaked clothes until his godfather stepped up to the sink, completely naked.

Glancing to his side, Harry stuck his toothbrush in his mouth, but forgot to start brushing as he noticed Sirius\' damp, naked body. It looked so much different than his own. Harry had grown some, but still looked like a gangly teenager; a bit too scrawny with a hairless chest. Sirius on the other hand looked mature and filled-out. His broad chest was covered in short, black hairs that trailed down around his navel and led to a thick patch of curly hairs that surrounded his cock and sac.

Sirius cleared his throat, and Harry snapped his gaze up, suddenly very aware that he\'d been staring at his godfather\'s cock. His godfather\'s nicely shaped, thick cock. Gulping, Harry looked away and started brushing his teeth, and then he spotted Sirius grinning at him in the mirror, and he gave his godfather a small smile in return, grateful that Sirius hadn\'t minded him taking a peek.

Their shoulders bumped occasionally while they both brushed their teeth, and Harry\'s small smile grew bigger, because again he was overwhelmed by the feeling of how brilliant this was. Just sharing the bathroom with his godfather after Sirius had washed and dried him made Harry feel as if he could conquer the world. He was sure that if Voldemort stepped through the door right now, he could kill him in an instant, wandlessly, if need be.

\"Come on, time for bed,\" Sirius said, and grabbed Harry\'s shoulder to lead him through the hallway. Moony followed them closely, and Harry wondered if Sirius was one of those people who, like Seamus, had no problems walking around naked. That was a very interesting thought, which got even more interesting when Harry imagined both Sirius and Remus walking around the house naked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

It was again one of those things Harry wasn\'t used to, since the Dursleys were definitely not the kind of people who liked to parade around starkers. And when he\'d arrived at Hogwarts, Harry had felt no need to be naked around others save for those occasions it couldn\'t be helped, like in the showers after Quidditch training. Those moments had always made him feel uncomfortable, and it surprised him that he didn\'t feel that uncomfortable at all, now that his naked godfather was ing ing his naked self to his bed. It felt a bit thrilling, as if he was suddenly in on some big secret only adults knew of.

\"Do you need a nightshirt?\" Sirius asked as Harry sat down on the bed. He quickly shook his head no and lay down. For some reason, he wanted to sleep naked, if only because it would make remembering all those pleasant things with Moony a lot easier, and thus make it easier for him to empty his mind before falling asleep.

Sirius pulled the covers over Harry while Moony gave him one last glance before lying down in his own make-shift bed. Yawning faintly, Harry smiled up at Sirius, who brushed his hair out of his eyes.

\"If you need anything, Harry, call me. Send Moony if you have to. I know you\'ve got that pesky Gryffindor obstinacy working for you, but just ignore that for a few days. Okay?\"

Harry nodded obediently. While he liked to believe he was very good at taking care of himself -- he had been doing that for the better part of his life after all -- he did realize that his injured mind was working against him at that moment. And he also had to admit that it felt rather good to have Sirius look after him. Harry thought that between Sirius taking care of him one way, and Moony taking care of him in a completely different way, he would have no problems staying in bed for the next few days.

\"Thanks,\" he whispered, and much to his own surprise, leaned up and pressed a kiss to Sirius\' cheek.

Sirius seemed slightly taken aback, and cleared his throat. \"You\'re welcome,\" he said as he got up. \"Good night, Harry.\"

\"Good night, Sirius.\" Harry watched his godfather leave, smiling as he could still feel Sirius\' stubble tickle his lips. \"Good night, Moony,\" he whispered as soon as the door was closed. Moony let out a soft, contented sigh, and Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of a wet tongue on his cock and a slick erection in his mouth, and before his body had time to react to all those arousing memories, he was already fast asleep.

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As he had expected, Harry enjoyed the next few days in bed. Sirius brought him food, helped him in the shower, and kept him company. They played chess and a couple of wizarding card games that Sirius taught Harry, talked about anything and everything, or just enjoyed each other\'s company while they were both engrossed in one book or another.

And the moment Sirius left him to get some rest, Moony jumped up on the bed, and Harry found himself beneath the werewolf with Moony\'s cock in his mouth while they brought each other off several times a day. Harry learned how to use his lips and tongue around the wolf\'s erection, and how to swallow everything that Moony gave him.

It was the best few days of his life, and they ended far too quickly for Harry\'s liking. But on the sixth morning, Harry had to admit that he was feeling a lot better, and while he thought about faking it and staying in bed a while longer, he really didn\'t want to take advantage of Sirius\' expert care. He was immensely grateful for everything Sirius had done for him so far, and he knew he wouldn\'t be able to live with himself if he lied to his godfather about his physical condition just to be pampered a few days longer.

So, after he and Moony were done with their morning ritual of sucking and licking and coming so hard it was nearly painful, Harry strolled to the shower, Moony on his heels, and washed up before he got dressed in one of Sirius\' robes, since his own clothes were still at Hogwarts.

The sleeves were a bit too long, so Harry rolled them up, and he had to be careful not to trip on the hem while he walked, but other than that, Sirius\' robes felt comfortable, and Harry made his way downstairs, Moony still on his heels.

As he approached the kitchen, Harry heard familiar voices talking in a heated conversation. He hesitated for a moment, not sure if he should interrupt them, but then he figured that he lived there and had every right to be in the kitchen, as well. Besides, he was curious as hell to find out what exactly they were discussing.

He knocked on the kitchen door once and pushed it open, stepping inside and not showing any of the hesitance he still felt.

Dumbledore looked up at him from his seat at the table, a cup of steaming tea in front of him, and Snape scowled from his spot near the sink where he stood with his arms crossed. Sirius was seated opposite the headmaster, and turned in his chair to look at him.

\"Ah, Harry. It\'s good to see you up again,\" Dumbledore said with a warm smile while Sirius gestured him over. \"I assume you\'re feeling all better again?\"

\"Yes, sir,\" Harry answered, and sat down next to Sirius, avoiding Snape\'s dark gaze, and trying very hard not to think about the fact that he\'d been having sex with a werewolf the whole week. Somehow, that idea seemed very disturbing now that he was faced with someone other than Sirius or Moony.

A soft, familiar hoot distracted him, and Harry turned in his seat to see Hedwig sitting in her cage on top of his trunk in the corner of the kitchen.

\"Hedwig!\" he piped, and got up quickly to greet his owl. Hedwig nipped his fingers affectionately when Harry stroked her head through the slim bars of her cage.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Harry looked over his shoulder at the old headmaster.

\"Harry, please join us. We have much to discuss, and not all of it is good news, I\'m afraid.\"

Harry felt his heart miss a few beats, and unconsciously he glanced at Moony who sat next to Sirius, keeping a watchful eye on Snape. Dumbledore caught his gaze, and gave him an assuring smile. \"Don\'t worry, my boy. The bad news has nothing to do with Remus\' condition.\" Dumbledore shifted in his seat and looked at Snape. \"Severus, why don\'t you tell them what Mr Lestrange revealed to us.\"

\"Very well,\" Snape sighed with a scowl, as if it were beneath his standards to explain anything to those three Gryffindors. \"Professor McGonagall and I went down to Hogsmeade after your unfortunate... accident.\"

Harry narrowed his eyes while he sat down next to Sirius again, and Snape gave him a challenging glare, but Harry remained silent.

\"We brought the bodies back with us to the castle, and were able to identify the two mauled corpses,\" Snape continued, giving Moony an accusing glare. Moony ignored him and stared at a fly which crawled across the table, acting as if that was far more interesting than anything Snape had to say.

\"Their names were Rookwood and Mulciber. Both known Death Eaters and part of the Dark Lord\'s inner circle.\" Snape paused, and both Sirius and Harry nodded impatiently at him to continue. \"We revived the third perpetrator, Rabastan Lestrange, also a Death Eater and part of the Dark Lord\'s clique. Of course the headmaster immediately notified the Ministry, but before they arrived, as I was sorting my potions supplies, I tripped and accidentally spilled three drops of Veritaserum into Mr Lestrange\'s mouth. How unfortunate, indeed.\"

Harry snickered, and he thought he could even see a faint grin on Sirius\' face before his godfather continued to glare at Snape. Harry had got to know Snape a bit better over the past year, and while he still didn\'t like the Potions master much, he had learned to appreciate Snape\'s sarcastic sense of humor. So he grinned at his professor, even though Snape was looking entirely too pleased with himself.

\"Mr Lestrange then proceeded to tell us a few interesting details. Entirely out of his own free will, of course. The Dark Lord had created a hex that was meant for you, Mr Potter, as you no doubt had guessed. A hex meant to strengthen the connection you and the Dark Lord share, so he would gain full control over your mind and your free will, and thus could have you jump off the Astronomy Tower at any convenient time.\"

Harry shuddered, and felt Sirius\' hand on his thigh, giving him a soft squeeze.

\"Thank you, Severus.\" Dumbledore looked at Harry and Sirius over his half-moon glasses and slowly nodded his head. \"So, we know which hex they used. Somehow it opened a connection to the werewolf inside of Remus and brought him out, and it prevents his human mind from gaining enough control to change back. The problem is, however, that Voldemort created this hex himself. He took ancient Dark Magic, used bits and pieces of several hexes, and mixed it all into a custom-made hex meant for you, Harry.\"

\"But you can create a counter-hex, right?\" Sirius asked, and Harry noticed his godfather\'s hand tightening in Moony\'s fur as he was petting the wolf. Would it be awfully selfish if Harry hoped it would take a while before Dumbledore discovered a cure for Moony? Harry thought it would, but part of him couldn\'t help hoping that he wouldn\'t have to say goodbye to his friend -- or lover, even -- anytime soon.

\"Don\'t worry, Sirius. It is like a puzzle. We have all the pieces, but it will just take a bit of time to put them together and make it all fit. A couple of weeks of your patience is all it will take.\" The headmaster gave Sirius a smile before he turned his gaze to Harry. \"And now for the more unpleasant news. There\'s been another attack.\"

Harry tried to swallow past the odd lump that suddenly constricted his throat, and all he could think was: \'Please, don\'t let it be Ron or Hermione.\'

\"A number of Death Eaters attacked a small wizarding family,\" Dumbledore continued, his expression grave, which worried Harry even more. \"The Longbottoms.\"

\"Oh, god, Neville,\" Harry gasped, and he hardly noticed Sirius stroking his back in an attempt to comfort him.

\"Neville is fine. His grandmother, however, is not. She saved her grandson by stepping in front of a curse. The Killing Curse.\"

Closing his eyes, Harry was suddenly overwhelmed by a thousand thoughts and memories swirling through his mind. He heard his mother screaming, begging right before Voldemort killed her. He remembered feeling angry with Neville right after Dumbledore had told him about the prophecy. He also remembered how he and Neville had talked about what it was like to lose your parents, and that had helped Harry to see how strong Neville really was and he had learned to understand him. And he imagined what it must be like for Neville to lose his only family to the very people who had also taken his parents away from him.

Slowly opening his eyes, Harry turned to Sirius. \"He can stay here, can\'t he?\"

Sirius blinked, and said hurriedly: \"Yes, of course he can.\"

\"That\'s very kind of you to offer, but that won\'t be necessary,\" Dumbledore said. \"Molly and Arthur have agreed to take Neville in for the rest of the summer, and if need be, for a long time after that.\"

Nodding, Harry wondered if he\'d be allowed to spend some time at the Burrow later on in the summer. It would be a lot of fun to hang out with Ron, Neville, Ginny and the twins, and maybe even Bill if he was around.

As if Dumbledore had read his mind – and Harry was sure he had, since the headmaster was a skilled Legilimens – the headmaster shook his head. \"I\'m afraid that it will not be possible to visit your friends, Harry, nor can they come here this summer. We have decided it will be safest for all if you stay here with Sirius and Remus to look out for you.\"

Harry wanted to protest the fact that people were again making decisions for him, and that he was old enough to decide what was best for himself; he would become of age that summer, after all. But he had to admit that Dumbledore might have a point, and that it was perhaps safest to stay here. And, of course, Harry didn\'t mind spending a whole summer with Sirius and Remus, who would be Moony for a while longer. He\'d just looked forward to spending some time with his friends, as well.

So he stayed silent and nodded at the headmaster while he ran his hands over his face tiredly, wishing he were back in his bed with Moony where things were safe and uncomplicated and as normal as things would ever get for him.

\"And then there is the matter of the full moon,\" Dumbledore said, and Harry snapped his gaze up, looking from Sirius to the headmaster and back. But Sirius didn\'t seem at all surprised by Dumbledore\'s statement.

\"Yeah, I figured it would be best to lock him up tonight,\" Sirius whispered.

\"Indeed,\" Snape said, for once not sneering or scowling but just looking serious. \"There is no telling how the Wolfsbane potion would react to the hex, so it is not an option for Lupin at the moment. We do suspect, however, that the full moon will bring out the...vicious part of him.\"

Harry half expected Sirius to snarl at Snape for that comment, but much to his surprise, his godfather did no such thing and merely continued to pet Moony, who was looking at Snape suspiciously.

Dumbledore got up and straightened his aquamarine robes. \"That is all for now. We will stop by again soon, and of course we will contact you immediately when we find the counter-hex.\"

\"Headmaster?\" Harry asked. \"Can I write to Neville? And to the rest of my friends?\"

Frowning, Dumbledore glanced at Hedwig for a moment. \"You may, Harry, but I think it would be best not to send those letters by owl. Just hand them to me on my next visit and I\'ll make sure your friends receive them.\"

And with a final nod, Dumbledore stepped out of the kitchen, closely followed by Snape.

Harry and Sirius looked at each other for a moment, and then Sirius cleared his throat. \"Breakfast?\"

Moony answered for Harry with a high-pitched yip.

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Harry kept himself busy during the morning by writing letters to his friends. He told them what had happened in Hogsmeade and that he had fully recovered. Besides that, he wrote about everyday stuff; Quidditch, and that he was sorry he had missed the end-of-term feast, and that life at twelve Grimmauld place was good. Of course, he didn\'t go into detail about why it was so good. And to Neville, he also wrote that he was sorry to hear about what had happened, and that if Neville ever wanted to talk, he knew where to find him.

After a big lunch, Sirius helped him unpack his trunk and put away his clothes and books. They lounged in front of the fireplace in the drawing room for the rest of the afternoon, making small talk and generally avoiding the subject of Moony, but Harry knew Sirius was just as anxious about that night as he was.

They ate their supper in silence, and after they\'d cleaned up, Sirius nodded at Harry while he stepped out of the kitchen.

\"It\'s time.\"

Harry followed him into the hallway where Sirius stopped in front of a slightly worn panel on the wall. He banged his fist against it once, and the panel slid open, revealing a staircase leading down.

\"This house is full of surprises,\" Sirius said, obviously meant as a joke, but without any humor in his voice. While Sirius lit the numerous gas lamps on the wall with a flick of his wand, Harry followed him down the stairs, Moony on his heels as usual.

The stairs led to a dank basement room, and Harry swallowed when he saw the large, iron cage that occupied half of the bare space.

\"Come on, Moony,\" Sirius said as he reached for the cage\'s door, pulling it open while the rusty hinges creaked. \"In you go.\"

Moony looked at Harry for a moment, and Harry gave him a hesitant nod. With stiff legs, hackles raised just a bit, Moony walked into the cage, and turned to glare at the both of them when Sirius closed the door and turned the lock.

\"What do we do now?\" Harry whispered.

\"We wait.\" Sirius leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. After a moment, Harry joined him there, and they both kept silent as they waited for the full moon to rise over their house.

Long minutes ticked by and nothing happened, and Harry allowed himself to hope that maybe the full moon wouldn\'t have an effect on Moony, that perhaps the hex was overruling whatever hold the moon usually had over the wolf.

But then, in less than a second, everything about Moony changed. Well, he still looked like Moony, but Harry could swear they had replaced the Moony he knew with an unfamiliar werewolf.

Moony\'s eyes almost glowed in the dim light, and every hair on his massive body stood on end. The werewolf raised his lips, baring his large, saliva-covered teeth, foaming around the corners of his mouth. And then Moony let out a loud, vicious snarl and started growling at them while he threw his body against the bars.

Harry flinched, his body tense and rigid, and he wanted to flee the room because this wasn\'t Moony, couldn\'t be Moobut but a strong hand around his wrist stopped him.

\"I want you to see this, Harry,\" Sirius said, his voice oddly hoarse and pained. He pulled Harry towards him and grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him to look at Moony.

\"You\'ve been getting all chummy with Moony this week, and that\'s all and well, but I want you to know that that wasn\'t the real Moony.\" Sirius panted in his ear and it made Harry shiver while he looked at the beast, at the thing he had allowed to be so close to him these past days.

\"This is Moony. This is what being a werewolf is all about. I want you to take a good look at him, Harry, and never forget that. No matter how tame he might appear to be, Moony is not a dog, or a pet, or even a regular wolf.\"

Harry jerked himself free, and again he wanted to run away, but didn\'t. He understood what Sirius was trying to tell him. Even though he didn\'t want to, but he did understand that werewolves weren\'t tame pets, but in fact monsters who would kill if given the opportunity.

He glanced at Moony again, who kept throwing his body against the bars, claws scraping across the floor and jaws snapping shut as he hurled himself towards them, and then Harry lowered his eyes.

Sirius put his hand on Harry\'s shoulder. \"I\'m going to stay here. I think Padfoot will calm him down a bit. Will you be all right?\"

\"Yes,\" Harry lied, and when Sirius let go of him, Harry walked out of the room without glancing back at either Sirius or Moony.

Harry ran up the stairs and all the way back to his room. When he got there, his chest heaving and his mind spinning, he slammed the door shut behind him and stood in the middle of his room for a moment, feeling angry and completely lost. He wanted to hurt something and destroy something, and he picked up the first thing he could find with the intention of throwing it against the wall.

But then he recognized the object in his hand. It was the Remembrall Neville had given him last Christmas. Harry sank to the floor, clutching the Remembrall against his chest, and he started kicking his feet, shoving the pile of blankets that was Moony\'s bed away and out of his sight.

It wasn\'t fair. It wasn\'t fair that they had killed Neville\'s grandmother. It wasn\'t fair that he wasn\'t able to spend time with his friends. It wasn\'t fair that Moony was a real werewolf. It wasn\'t fair that whatever he and Moony were doing was on borrowed time. It wasn\'t fair that Moony would become Remus again sometime soon. And it wasn\'t bloody fucking fair that Sirius and Remus were lovers and had something together that Harry didn\'t have.

Harry lay on the floor for a long time, just staring up at the ceiling at nothing in particular, pretending he didn\'t hear the howls coming from somewhere under the house. But his back started to ache, so eventually he pulled himself up and lay down on his bed.

The sheets smelled of Moony, and Harry clutched the Remembrall tighter against his chest. What if the werewolf downstairs didn\'t change back into Moony the next morning? What if the full moon had somehow influenced the werewolf and Moony was stuck like that forever? What if Harry never saw Moony again? Never felt that cold, wet nose against his cheek, or that warm tongue licking his cock again? Never again have those piercing amber eyes following his every move?

What if Remus hated him after Dumbledore changed him back?

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For the first time in many months, Harry was plagued by nightmares. While his body lay restless between sweat-soaked sheets, his mind was trapped in a world that wasn\'t real but somehow felt more intense than reality had ever done.

Voldemort was there, and he pointed his wand at Neville, who was lying on the floor, looking beaten and broken. Harry wanted to do something, stop Voldemort from killing his friend, but the air was as thick as clay and as sticky as glue, and Harry couldn\'t move, couldn\'t breathe, and all Voldemort did was stare at him with gleaming red eyes, whispering: \"You are next.\"

And then Harry heard the familiar sound of nails clicking against a wooden floor in a pace he\'d come to associate with warm licks and fierce climaxes. Moony was there, and would help him and save Neville, but Moony wasn\'t Moony, and Harry couldn\'t take his eyes off the monster that circled him, his gaze fixed on bared teeth and narrowed amber eyes, and all Voldemort did was whisper: \"You are next.\"

Gasping for the air that he hadn\'t been able to breathe in his dreams, Harry sat up, his gaze flicking across his room until he finally realized that it had all just been a nightmare and that he was back in the safety of his own bed.

Harry glanced at the clock. Six-thirty. The moon had set by now, and Harry didn\'t dare listen if he could still hear howls echoing through the house. He drew his knees up to his body and buried his face in his arms, desperate to know if Moony, his Moony, was back, but too worried that he might not be to go see for himself.

But as the minutes ticked by, Voldemort\'s whispers became quieter in his mind until all that was left was a deafening silence which Harry knew could only be filled with the answer to the question that held him paralyzed.

So he kicked his body into action, not bothering with slippers or a dressing gown, and made his way downstairs, the chilling morning air that was always present in this house a welcome distraction from his fevered dreams. He crept down the stairs into the basement, his bare feet soundless on the worn wooden boards, and taking a deep, shaky breath, he rounded the corner.

Moony was looking at sta standing behind the bars, tail high and wagging happily, and Harry let out a breath he\'d been holding ever since reality had allowed him to breathe again.

Harry crouched down in front of the cage, his chest no longer constricted with worries and fear, and he stroked Moony\'s nose when the werewolf poked it between the bars to sniff his face. A warm hand on his bare shoulder startled him, but only for a moment, because then he recognized the hoarse voice that was whispering into his ear.

\"You look like you\'ve been run over by a herd of hippogriffs. Bad night?\"

Giving Sirius a sideways glance, Harry nodded, not wanting to talk, not wanting to have to explain what it was like to be trapped in an unreal dimension with Voldemort. Sirius said nothing, but slipped his arm around Harry\'s shoulder, pulling him close as he kneeled beside him. Harry wanted to pull away, didn\'t want pity, didn\'t want to have comfort remind him of discomfort, but Sirius insisted, and Harry gave in, burying his face in the crook of Sirius\' neck, pressing his shivering skin against his godfather\'s warmth. He heard a lock turn, and then a familiar and welcome tongue licked his ear and his throat and his cheek, and Harry smiled for the first time since he\'d left Moony there the previous night.

Neither Harry nor Sirius moved for a long time, content with the intimacy of their half-hug while they both ran their fingers through Mo's f's fur as the wolf gave them puppy kisses which awakened Harry\'s cock. But he tried not to give into those desires right know, knowing that he\'d have to stand up sometime soon, and his thin pyjama bottoms wouldn\'t do a thing to hide his arousal.

\"I\'ll fix us some bacon and eggs.\" Sirius pressed a kiss to Harry\'s temple, and his dry lips and rough stubble tickled Harry\'s skin in almost the same way Moony\'s tongue did, even though Harry tried very hard not to feel it.

Moony darted up the stairs, obviously a lot hungrier than Harry was at that moment. He didn\'t care much for his empty stomach now that other voids inside of him had been filled once again.

But when Sirius started breakfast and the strips of bacon sizzled in the frying pan, Harry inhaled the thick, salty scent and decided that he could do with a bit of breakfast after all.

They resumed their usual chitchat over breakfast now that they didn\'t have to worry about Moony again for another month, and Harry hoped Sirius would give him some private time with Moony in his bedroom when they were done. But Sirius joined them upstairs, ushering Harry into the shower while he took his time shaving himself. Harry noted that Sirius seemed as happy as he was to have their odd family complete again, and while he really wanted to take Moony to his bed, Harry was happy enough to spend time with the both of them.

And that is what they did. They played chess in front of the drawing room fire, Moony curled up at their feet, and Sirius was even forced to admit that Harry was getting better at it, even though Sirius still won most of their games. Harry helped Sirius prepare lunch and supper while Moony whined and begged for scraps.

And even though Harry felt home again, he couldn\'t help counting the minutes until he could go to bed. Finally, early in the evening, Sirius commented that perhaps Harry needed to rest after Harry had forced himself to yawn at least a dozen times in a row.

So he bid his godfather goodnight and walked up the stairs to his bedroom as casually as he could, his cock already hardening at the prospect of Moony\'s tongue licking him to orgasm. Moony followed him, seemingly just as eager as Harry to get away from Sirius.

Harry closed his door and flopped down on his bed, hurriedly kicking off his shoes and shedding his robes, and then Moony was licking his face, but it was nothing like the polite puppy kisses from that morning. Moony forced his tongue in Harry\'s mouth, and while he curled one hand in Moony\'s fur and tried to worm off his Y-fronts with the other, Harry met the wolf\'s tongue with his own, meeting it halfway between their mouths for teasing licks. Harry opened his mouth wider, shivering when Moony laved his tongue across his palate and his teeth and the back of his mouth.

Panting and aching, Harry lay down when Moony turned around and put his tongue to use on his cock, expecting the wolf to offer his own erection to Harry as he\'d always done before. But Moony didn\'t, and instead started licking Harry\'s sac, short, swift strokes which drove Harry mad with want, and further down, the spot just below his sac which made Harry groan so loudly he had to bite down on his pillow to stifle the sounds.

But Moony didn\'t stop there, and slid his agile tongue down further, touching places no one had ever touched before, and even though Harry thought it might be inappropriate he spread hiss wis wider, since it felt incredible to feel warm, slick flesh caress that very private spot.

An insistent nose nudged against his thigh and hip, and a bit reluctantly, Harry turned on his side, not sure what Moony wanted of him. More nudges, and Harry rolled onto his stomach, peeking over his shoulder at the wolf. Moony looked back at him, black pupils dilated, darkening the usually almost yellow irises to deep bronze, and pushed his nose between Harry\'s arse cheeks, leaving Harry without any doubt what Moony wanted from him.

The tip of Moony\'s tongue found his puckered entrance, pushing against it, penetrating it, and Harry convulsed, arms and legs jerking, breath caught somewhere in the back of his throat.

\"Moo --\" The rest came out as a slow, tortured moan, and without realizing what he was doing, Harry spread his legs, drew them under his body, and offered himself to Moony completely.

Slow, wet, calculated strokes from his tailbone all the way down to his sac, and Harry realized that Moony was deliberately not pushing against his entrance. With a frustrated sigh, Harry looked over his shoulder again.

\"Please, Moony... there... touch me there.\" Emphasizing his words, Harry raised his arse further in the air, pushing back against Moony\'s mouth. It was odd, to want to feel a tongue there, since it was the last place Harry thought anyone would ever want to stick their tongue. Of course Harry knew that when men had sex, they enjoyed having things done there. But, he decided, licking an arse had to be a canine thing for sure. Not that he was complaining, because Moony continued laving his arse, pressing his tongue against his pucker a little harder with every stroke.

\"Yes... \'s good... more...\"

Moony\'s tongue was inside him now, slipping past the tight ring of muscles with determined stabs, feeling warmer than ever and obscenely good. One hand clawing at the pillow, Harry wrapped his other hand around his prick, unable to resist the urge to stroke himself while he felt something smooth and slick slide in and out of a place he\'d never thought could make him feel so aroused.

Breathing through his nose in loud snorts, Harry closed his eyes and pressed his face further into the pillow while he felt tiny drops of sweat drip down his spine to the base of his neck where they dampened his hair and tickled down to his throat. His hand sped up around his cock, squeezing the pulsing flesh because Harry didn\'t want to end it, and stroking brutally because Harry wanted to come so badly his sac started to hurt.

Deeper now, still so warm and slick, and Harry could feel Moony\'s panted breaths around his entrance, and the tips of the wolf\'s fangs scraping against the curves of his arse. The pressure in his sac became unbearable, and Harry stopped squeezing and only stroked, hurried and determined, concentrating on Moony\'s tongue sliding in and out of his channel, unfamiliar and new and exciting and so, so good.

His orgasm hit him out of the blue, and Harry wailed into the pillow because it was too soon and too short. His cock spurted and Harry trembled and Moony withdrew his tongue.

Before Harry had a chance to come back from the height of his climax, his body was crushed and something warm and slick and very, very hard nudged against his entrance.

\"Moony, no,\" he moaned, barely able to lift his face from the pillow with 300 pounds of werewolf pushing him to the bed. Claws scraped across his shoulder blades and suddenly Moony was panting in his ear while strong legs squeezed around his ribcage.

\"No... wait... no.\" Something was driving inside him now, hard and smooth and big, and Harry tensed, his eyes widening and his mind reeling at the idea that Moony was pushing his prick inside his body. \"Moony... oooh... just... easy... no... yes... yessss.\"

Gasping for breath, Harry went still as Moony filled him, driving his pulsing prick as deep inside Harry\'s body as he could, the coarse fur of his belly and chest tickling Harry\'s arse and back while Harry felt something give way in a way it shouldn\'t. And then Moony stilled, and licked Harry\'s ear, and Harry relaxed despite the feeling that something too big was buried inside a part of his body he\'d never before considered filling in that way.

Harry wondered why Moony wasn\'t moving, but then he realized that Moony wanted to make sure he was all right. Harry wasn\'t sure if he was. This was something he hadn\'t expected to happen anytime soon, since he\'d been more than happy with their oral fun. But it didn\'t exactly feel bad. A bit sore, a bit full, a bit odd, a bit heavy. Not bad.

Moony pulled his hips back, and Harry felt the wolf\'s prick slide out almost completely before Moony drove it back in, not exactly rough, but not really gentle either. Something exploded inside of him, sending fluttering tingles to his softening cock.

Not bad at all.

Trying to concentrate on his breathing, trying to take deep breaths despite the wolf weighing down on him, Harry darted out his tongue when he felt Moony lick his mouth. Moony pulled his prick back again, and this time Harry met the wolf\'s thrust, pushing back against the hard cock, albeit a bit reluctantly.

He was being fucked. Oh god. He was being fucked. By Moony. By Remus. By a werewolf. He was being fucked.

Moony started thrusting in earnest now, short and sharp and fast, and Harry\'s cock stayed limp but the pleasant tingles exploding inside of him more than made up for that. Harry felt Moony groan, the sound rumbling in the wolf\'s chest and vibrating straight into his back. The wolf\'s cock filled him again and again, and it felt as if Moony\'s prick was getting even bigger the more it thrust inside of him, stretching the tight ring further, the furry base of Moony\'s cock making it feel sore whenever it pushed against the sensitive pucker.

Panting hotly in Harry\'s ear, Moony tightened his legs around Harry\'s chest while he drove his cock in and out of Harry\'s channel mercilessly. Harry realized that even if he wanted to, he wouldn\'t be able to stop Moony now. Not that he wanted to. He was having real sex. He was being fucked. It was exciting and thrilling and arousing and just a tad painful, but it was real sex. A cock inside his arse. That idea alone made Harry moan helplessly.

Then Moony tensed on top of him, his cock buried deep inside Harry while he pressed his hips against Harry\'s arse, and Harry felt hot, wet spurts fill him, and he licked his lips because he could almost taste Moony\'s heady release. Releasing a shaky breath, Harry relaxed as best as he could under the wolf\'s weight, but Moony didn\'t move, didn\'t slip out of him. Harry could feel Moony\'s prick pulse inside of him, and it was an oddly comforting feeling, to be connected that intimately.

Moony licked Harry\'s face, soft, caring strokes, and Harry smiled, feeling tired and satisfied, because he\'d had real sex. He\'d lost his virginity. To Moony. To Remus. To someone he trusted and cared for. Harry had a sudden urge to tell Sirius that he\'d taken his advice, but that was obviously out of the question.

Maybe some day he could share this with Sirius. If Remus wouldn\'t hate him for --

No.

Harry refused to think about that. Refused to consider any consequences just yet. This was their time. Moony\'s and his. And it would end, that Harry knew, but as long as he didn\'t think about it, it might not happen. It might be like this forever. Moony\'s cock inside of him, both spent and tired and pleasured and happy. It might, if only Harry made sure never to consider any of the other possible scenarios.

So he concentrated on the feeling of Moony\'s prick inside him and the wolf\'s chest heaving against his back while Moony licked is face. Harry kissed him back, stroking his own tongue across Moony\'s, nuzzling the wolf\'s soft lips. It would be like this forever, even though Moony slowly started to move and pulled his prick out. Harry tried not to wince when something stung just past the ring of muscles, and took a deep breath when Moony pushed himself off Harry\'s body. He wanted to lie down, sink into the mattress, but Moony pushed his nose between Harry\'s arse cheeks once again, and lapped across Harry\'s entrance, slipping his tongue inside Harry\'s body and treating the sore flesh to soft, slow strokes.

It felt good. It felt better than good, even if it did hurt a bit, and Harry rubbed his face against the pillow, content and warm and relaxed. His body tingled, tiny sparks floating through his veins, touching every cell in his body, inflaming every nerve. He felt dizzy, like he\'d just dived down on his broomstick, and he closed his eyes to stop the room around him from swaying. So this was what real sex felt like. Harry\'d never thought it would feel this intense.

Letting out a soft sigh, Harry relaxed his body when Moony withdrew his tongue and lay down next to him. Rubbing his body against the sheets, Harry rolled onto his side to look at Moony, who was staring at him with hooded eyes, obviously quite tired and spent himself. Harry scooted closer, running his fingers through the soft fur around Moony\'s ears and placing small kisses on Moony\'s muzzle.

He loved Moony, Harry realized. And while he supposed it was nothing new to love someone – Harry did love his friends and his godfather, after all – he had never before realized it so clearly. He loved Moony. It was a feeling that was intense and overwhelming and warmed his entire body while his heart suddenly seemed too large for his chest.

\"I love you,\" he whispered, amazed at how easy it was to say those words to someone for the very first time. \"I really do.\" Harry kissed Moony\'s muzzle again, trailing his mouth across the tiny hairs on Moony\'s lips.

Moony let out a contented sigh and pressed his cold nose against Harry\'s flushed cheeks. Then the wolf started to get up, but Harry tightened his arm around Moony\'s neck. He couldn\'t bear to have Moony leave him now, even if it was to lie down on his bed on the other side of the room. Harry didn\'t know why, but it was suddenly very important that Moony stayed with him.

\"Please. Just until I fall asleep.\"

Without hesitation, Moony lay down again, and Harry pressed his naked body against the wolf\'s, his skin feeling fevered and his mind still dizzy.

\"Thank you,\" Harry whispered, closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep before he even had a chance to empty his mind.

He didn\'t have any nightmares that night. Instead, he dreamed about Moony and a forest and moist soil beneath his bare feet and a full moon shining down on him.

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