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CH 2 AN: Rape warning this chapter. Minor sex. Feel free to skip, I'll put a short summary of key events at the start of chapter three (which is a bit of a cheat as now you'll know which events are key!).
I'm going to post the first few chapters quite quickly, just to give people a chance to see where this is going and decide if they're interested. If you are, please let me know, it might encourage me to write the damned sex scene that's refusing to be written. If you're not, fair enough!
And I did post this ten hours ago, but for some reason, it didn't do so. So, here it is again. SP
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Chapter 2 – All that was good has died
Albus sat in his chair, stroking his chin with his good hand. Since Harry had been turned, he had devoted a large amount of his limited free time to trying to discover exactly who had attacked the boy. Contacting Lupin had been difficult, as he was supposed to be living amongst the werewolves, trying to convert some of them to Dumbledore's ideas, but he had seemed savage when they had spoken at last.
“No-one in the pack has said anything about hunting last week,” Remus had admitted, chewing his way through a rare steak that Albus had arranged to have delivered to their meeting place on the outskirts of Hogsmeade. “None of them have even hinted that they turned Harry, and surely one of them would have wanted that information out? Even if only for bragging rights?”
“One would have thought so, Remus,” Dumbledore replied, “however, if there is no word from the group you are with, then perhaps another pack attacked? Regardless, we have nothing to show for our efforts. In fact, our side is weakened by Harry's condition.”
“Oh yes, because werewolves are not as good as wizards,” Lupin had commented bitterly, licking meat juices from his fingers.
“Hardly, Remus. But the boy on whom all our hopes are pinned having to adapt to this condition? Of course it weakens us. He might take a year to adjust; or he might never do so. Then what?”
“We keep fighting,” Lupin said tiredly, “that's all we ever do.”
“And it's what I wanted to stop! That's why we were in that forest hunting for Ravenclaw's lost diadem. Word had reached me that it was hidden in the woods, but instead it was an ambush.”
Fingers cleared of the juices, Remus ran his tongue over his teeth. “Yes, but perhaps even that isn't the calamity you think it – Harry will have enhanced strength in his wolf form, and once he adapts, will be able to take wolfsbane and retain his sense of self. It might actually help us in the end.”
***
Three weeks later, Harry stood in the Shrieking Shack. He had spent the previous weeks curled up in a chair in Snape's rooms, trying to master his overly sensitive senses. The two weeks he had had in lessons before all this had faded from his head, and all thought of resuming his studies was far from his mind. Now, with this first, terrible, unknown change upon him, he was struggling not to hyperventilate.
Remus stood in the room too, his face showing all too clearly his unhappiness at being back in this place that had seen so much of his pain and torment. They were wearing shorts only, as the change would destroy their clothes, but Harry hadn't been comfortable with the idea of being naked. Remus had taken Harry's and his wand and placed them in a metal strongbox under a loose floorboard. He had explained that in their wolfish state they would be unable to access the weapons, which would keep them both safer.
The moonlight hit Remus' back and he glowed in its beam, but then he was throwing his head back and growling and snarling, his body lengthening, fur sprouting, his clothes ripping, revealing muscled thighs and a stiff penis. He clawed wildly at the air as he changed, his snout elongating.
Harry stared in desperate terror at the emerging werewolf. Remus looked in such pain. Would it be like that for him? He felt a burning sensation in his foot and saw a moonbeam striking him. A snarl burst from him as his back cracked, new bones stretching and growing in his body. His eyes fixed on the glimpses of the large white moon he could see and he ran to a loose board, sniffing desperately at the world outside, his nose changing, becoming a snout. His hands clawed at the wood, and shifted, becoming paws with sharp claws attached.
And then he wasn't Harry any more. Instead, two werewolves circled one another, snarling and snapping. The larger, older one sniffed the youngster from across the room and coiled up, ready to pounce. The younger wolf turned one black ear towards the grey and brown beast, growling his threats.
Lupin sprang and swiped one paw at a pale grey leg. Snarling, the younger wolf slammed to the floor, but was up in a second, lips curled back. He barked warningly and lifted his front paws up to increase his height. It was a mistake, as the injured back leg collapsed and he fell heavily. At once the older wolf landed on his back, snarling and clawing, teeth worrying at the neck until blood flowed.
Whimpering, the light grey wolf fought free and struggled away to the other side of the room; nearer the door. He limped, and whined as the wounds bled, weakening him.
Amber eyes fixed on him, and the dark grey snout rippled as Lupin growled.
Harry snarled back, circling warily around this older, stronger animal.
The old wolf knew this youngster was no match for him and he let the other keep his distance, enjoying playing with his victim. This new wolf would be part of his private pack soon.
He pounced. Claws raked across the chest and then down, almost slashing the stomach open. He snaked in with his mouth and grabbed onto the neck. He shook it again and again until the younger wolf whined submissively, and cowered when let go.
Snarling, the older wolf mounted his defeated foe and forced his stiff penis into the tight body. Under him, face down, the younger wolf whimpered and whined as his body was violently taken. The invasion ripped his channel open and he bleed freely, but even that didn't make him do more than whine submissively as the older wolf thrust again and again inside.
Using his teeth on the nape of the younger wolf's neck, the older wolf gripped hard and sped up his thrusting, driving his hardness into the hot tightness. Letting loose the skin he snarled as his climax boiled out of him and filled the youngster. He pulled his shaft free, the bone within it keeping it hard. He snuffled between the other wolf's legs and licked once along the rigid shaft. And then he moved to his victim's head. Still whimpering, the younger wolf licked submissively at the bloodied length, cleaning his own fluids and the other wolf's fluids clean of the thick dick as he had been shown. Yellow eyes wide, the younger wolf seemed to be pleading.
Cleaned, the older wolf took his place once again between the back legs, snarling as the lust came over him once and he rammed his aching shaft once again into the ruined body.
Over and over he proved his dominance.
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When morning came Harry woke first, feeling a heaviness across his back that pressed against another of his many wounds. His throat was agony, as too was the space within his body between his buttocks. He wanted to move, but the very thought made him whimper and long to close his eyes again.
Behind him, Lupin roused and stretched. He stood and fetched their wands before digging under a different floorboard for the robes they had shed the previous night. Turning, he saw Harry still lying face down, legs spread, a puddle of blood soaking into the wood under his body.
“Get up,” Lupin ordered, a snarl just edging into his voice.
Harry tried to shift but the various pains were too much. “What happened?”
“I fucked you,” Lupin said it quite matter of factly, pulling clothes on.
“You …?” Harry's voice held distress and disbelief.
“Yes. You're a young wolf. I am older, more experienced, and I know how to dominate new members of my pack.”
“I'm not ...” Harry's voice trailed off as he considered that he might now belong to Lupin's pack. Somehow the thought made him ill. He couldn't remember what had been done to him, but given how Lupin had spoken of it, he doubted he had wanted it.
“You raped me?” Harry's voice was full of horror.
Lupin snorted. “Hardly. I dominated you. That's all, Harry. It makes things easier next full moon as you'll know not to fight me.”
“That's all?! You raped me! Rape, Remus! Do you remember what you did to me?”
“Bits and pieces,” Lupin admitted, “Remember, I've been like this for longer.”
“And that makes it okay to force yourself on me?!”
Lupin sighed, but the sigh held a note of anger. “We're not people. It's foolish of you to judge us by the standards of men. I'm a werewolf. So are you. And our ways are not the ways of men. Now, stop lying there like some pathetic victim and get up. You submit to me, but to no-one else.”
He knelt beside the youngster and eyed the spread legs. Mouth open in a sneer he pushed one finger into the gaping hole and drew it out, admiring the blood and semen he gathered. Letting his weight fall forward he landed on Harry, who felt a hardness against his buttocks that made his stomach churn. Lupin pushed the bloodstained digit under Harry's nose and smeared it across the younger man's lips.
“Mine,” Lupin said and ground his hips down hard once before standing. “Never forget it, Harry. What we've done here makes you mine, whatever human laws might say.”
Harry was furious. How dared Lupin calmly excuse what he'd done by saying human rules didn't apply. They were only werewolves one night a month. The rest of the time human rules did apply. And right now Harry knew he'd been violated and had had something taken from him that Lupin had had no right to take.
“I – I was a virgin,” Harry said, feeling tears welling up, still spread-eagled on the dirty floor.
Lupin opened the door and let the morning light in. “You think I didn't know that?” He turned and a cruel smile twisted his lips, his canines peeking over his lips. He licked his finger, savouring the fluid still there. “Why do you think I was so eager to help you adjust? I was ecstatic when Albus asked for my assistance. You were truly a pleasure. I'll see you next month.”
He was through the surprisingly sturdy door in moments, leaving nothing behind but an echo of a cruel laugh, and a clunk as Harry's wand hit the floorboards.
With the older man gone, Harry knew he should move. But he just couldn't see the point. Lupin had raped him and seemed quite willing to do so again, so why bother trying to pretend everything was normal? That he was normal? He was an animal and now Lupin had made it clear he belonged to the older man. And he supposed he better get used to feeling this sore and violated – Lupin seemed very keen for the next change, and his next chance to force himself into Harry.
A sob broke from him and he pressed his scarred forehead against the uneven planks.
***
When, after the sun had risen fully and Harry still hadn't arrived back at the dungeon, Snape had gone to the Shack to find him. The destruction done to Harry's body had been very thorough, and Snape hadn't even been able to move the youngster until he had cast a range of healing and numbing spells so that clothing the boy wouldn't cause him more injury.
Finally standing (well, leaning heavily on the older wizard), Snape stared down at the large patch of blood that stained the floor and could think of nothing to say.
“Can we get out of here, please?” Harry asked, voice hoarse, as though he'd been screaming, or crying, or possibly, both.
***
Harry had point blank refused to go to the Infirmary. Like a wounded dog, he wanted no-one to know of his weakness, other than those who had already seen it. So, Snape helped him into the rooms he used and began the difficult and unpleasant task of healing some of the damage done. He focused on the torn throat, the gashes to chest, back and stomach, and the cuts on the leg. Reaching for a damp cloth he wiped the blood from Harry's face and lips. Anything rather than ask the other man to reveal that final, private injury and try to repair the damage wrought.
Eventually though, he had to speak.
Hands shaking, Harry peeled off his trousers and let Snape see the evidence of his weakness and humiliation. He, Harry, had done this. He had been so weak that a man so much older had been able to beat him in a fight, hold him down and rape him. A sob broke from him.
At once Snape stopped gently stroking Harry's outer thighs. “Do you remember what happened?” he asked softly, knowing Harry would hear him.
Harry shook his head. He didn't know if that was worse or better. Did he want to know, really know, what Lupin had done to him, or was it better to only ever suspect and not have the final proof of his helplessness and shame?
Gentle hands stroked over his buttocks as a lotion was applied. The touch was soothing, but he was tense, knowing the fingers were getting ever closer to his violated channel. “I can probably recover the memory, should you wish it,” Snape said, one hand spreading its fingers to part the clenched muscles.
“Please,” Harry whispered, “just get on with it. I know it's going to hurt. Please, don't draw it out. I know I'm weak and stupid and a failure, but please don't stay there looking at me.”
Snape's voice held a dangerous note in it, “This is not your fault, Harry. This is something terrible that has been perpetrated on you against your will. You are no failure, I am. I allowed Lupin to accompany you, never dreaming he was capable of such violence and cruelty to a boy he professed to like.”
He took a deep breath. “I need to heal you now. And it will be uncomfortable, I'm afraid. But, I will be as quick as I can be.”
Gently moving Harry so that he knelt upon two chairs (one leg on each), he fully numbed the area he needed to examine and began tracing his wand over the rents in the muscle at the surface. He was unwilling to do the same within the body, having no real desire to stick his wand into Harry's anus, and instead cast a healing spell that he hoped went far enough in to repair the tears he knew were there. He didn't hurry, despite the hitching breaths coming from Harry as the boy tried not to fear this; tried not to see it as one more violation, and cast the healing charm again and again, hoping that that would be enough to knit the skin together.
After finishing, he ended the numbing spell, and held Harry upright as his legs quivered. “You did very well,” Snape said softly, understanding how vulnerable Harry had had to make himself, and how well he had controlled the wolf as Snape had heard barely a whimper. Although, perhaps, that had less to do with control, and more to do with shocked disbelief that such a thing could have been done to him.
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CH 2 AN: You were warned. Reviews are welcome. But anything along the lines of “You're sick” are pretty pointless. After all, look at the pen name. SP
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