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Lunaticus Book Three: New Moon Rising	By : JBankai89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Remus Views: 12595 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Warning this chapter contains a scene of extreme violence and gore. At this point, I think you guys know that I'm not exaggerating here. Next update will be this Thursday, September 7^th.
Chapter Twenty-Two – Uncovered

The moment the group reappeared in the territory, Harry saw the dominant Ulrich had left in charge, Wu Fei, running towards them. He was panting a little, and his sleek black hair that had been pulled away from his face in a topknot was now dishevelled, and partially obscured his azure eyes. His face was flushed, and there was a hastily patched up fresh wound on the left side of his bare chest.

Harry could smell blood on the air, and he sniffed sharply at the same moment that the others did, and he saw Ron in his peripheral vision widen his eyes and look around in confusion as the werewolf approached.

“Alpha! Thank the Gods, welcome back!” he cried as he skidded to a halt before the enormous dominant. Wu Fei was a strong dominant in his own right, but standing before Greyback, he looked almost comically small.

“Wu Fei, what happened?” Greyback demanded without preamble, and the other dominant smiled.

“While you lot were away...I found a fox in our hen house.”

Greyback's eyes narrowed suspiciously, and Ulrich's arm at Harry's waist tensed.

“Come on, I'll explain, and then we can decide what to do about it,” Wu Fei replied, and Greyback nodded his head once.

“Ulrich, with me. Granger, keep an eye on your human,” Greyback said as he fell in step with his subordinates, and all three stalked off without a word.

“So much for a party...” Tavish mumbled as he watched the three dominants go, and his shoulders slumped a little.

“We still can,” Adina assured him as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a half-hug and led him away from the Apparition point, and the others followed them. “Alpha just needs to take care of this first, that's all.”

Tavish nodded and fell silent, while next to Harry, Ron was grinning at Hermione.

“So I'm your human now?” he teased, and she giggled as she took his hand.

“You can be Harry's human if you want,” she teased, and Harry and Ron both snorted.

“I just mean...I thought I was a guest, Greyback made it sound like I'm a prisoner or something.”

“Most of the werewolves here are pretty mistrustful of humans, and you're a pureblooded male,” Harry filled in, while Hermione let her instincts take over, and with a very un-Hermioneish giggle, she got on her toes and scented him, making Ron's ears go bright red. Harry coughed to mask a laugh, but he couldn't help but grin at them. “You, er, make them a little nervous, so if Hermione sticks close to you, they won't feel like you're as much of a threat.”

“And this clinging thing you're doing?” Ron asked Hermione, his voice quivering a little, not that Harry could really blame him. Hermione had never been much for Public Displays of Affection, and likely this apparent personality switch was throwing him off a little.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Hermione asked uncertainly, but at the same time Harry saw her arms tense around him.

“Uncomfortable isn't exactly the word I'd use...” Ron muttered, and Harry snorted.

“Sorry,” Hermione mumbled, and when Harry saw the stricken look cross Ron's face when he realized his mistake, he quickly turned to Tavish and Adina to give the couple a little privacy.

“Fox in our hen house?” he asked the other two subs softly, “does that mean we've got a traitor?”

“Sounds like it,” Tavish replied in the same tone, “either way, we'll know soon enough. Traitors are given a public execution.”

Harry grimaced at this, but did not offer up a comment. When they'd made it back to the main area of the territory, he did not miss how more than a few subs skirted around them, though they were uncertain if it was Ron's presence causing it, or Hermione's.

“Come on,” Hermione said as she closed two hands over one of Ron's, “let's go sit over here.”

Without waiting for a response, Hermione led them a little way away from the others, and far from the other dominants. She did not let go of Ron's hand, and the ginger looked a little alarmed at Hermione's attitude. Harry exchanged a look with his fellow subs, and they both nodded, indicating that they, too, understood why Hermione was so on edge and handsy.

“Hermione?” Harry said suddenly, and her gaze snapped over to Harry, her eyes wide and alarmed as though she'd only just noticed his and the other subs' presence. “Ron's probably hungry, why don't you go see if you can find something for him to eat? We'll all keep an eye on him while you're gone.”

“Oh...” she looked back to Ron uncertainly, and bit her bottom lip.

“Alpha and Ulrich will be back soon, too,” Tavish added in the same reassuring tone that Harry had used, “we won't let anyone near him, we promise. Go on, go get something for him.”

With Tavish's encouragement, Hermione reluctantly let go of Ron and headed over to the kitchen tents, but she looked back every few paces to look at Ron, the uncertain look never leaving her eyes.

“What the bloody hell was that all about?” Ron hissed the moment she was out of earshot. “She's never acted like that before. What's going on?”

“Ron, breathe,” Harry said gently, “it's not completely her fault. She's a dominant, and they're naturally possessive of their mates—you, in this case. The wolf part of her mind sees you as hers, and this is the first time she's been with you and surrounded by her own kind. She's nervous, and wants to protect you. It's not bad, exactly, she's just anxious.”

“After the stress of the trial and everything, she's probably extra on-edge; she did a lot of work for it,” Tavish added, “she probably is thinking in a one-track dom werewolf way, and just wants to drag you off, and—” Harry elbowed him sharply to shut him up, while Ron once more flushed a deep scarlet.

Hermione was quick to return, and smiled bashfully as she offered Ron a bowl of stew and good, crusty bread. None of the subs were surprised that she had forgotten about them, but Ron seemed to feel slightly awkward about being tended to like this. The trio did their best to engage Ron and Hermione in conversation, but both were clearly tense, Ron due to being unused to this sort of treatment, and Hermione for being with her mate in front of her own kind for the first time—despite the fact that they were a good twenty feet from the rest of the pack.

About an hour after their return, Greyback re-emerged from the cabins with Ulrich and Wu Fei, and he looked furious. Both Wu Fei and Ulrich were each sporting a struggling captive. The first was a wizard that Harry did not know, but given that he was dressed in Auror robes, the second one was a werewolf whom Harry recognized at once.

Bryce.

Greyback turned to Wu Fei, who was restraining the Ministry official, and muttered something to him. He nodded and dragged away the wizard towards the pack's Apparition Point, while Ulrich, his lip curled back in disgust, dragged Bryce forward, a half step behind their alpha. At the same moment, Ron muttered something to Hermione, kissed her once, and jumped up to run after Wu Fei, his shoulders thrown back as he assumed his Auror position.

“We have a traitor in our midst,” Greyback called as he ignored Ron's actions, and kept his attention on his pack. “The Circle of Execution must be enacted. Step forward, Silas, Saidi, Duncan, Quan, Tzvi, and Dimitri.”

Six dominants stood and stepped forward, their jaws set in a grimace, and they approached their alpha and Ulrich, shifting until they had crated a perfect circle around them. Ulrich shoved Bryce away from him, his lip curled in disgust, and the large dom tumbled into the centre of the circle. His hands had been bound at his back, and he was looking around wildly, his eyes bulging with panic. Ulrich stepped back, and the other dominants made room for him in the circle.

“You have been judged guilty of dropping the warding around the territory twice in recent history, first to let the rogues in, the second time to conspire with wizardkind explicitly to imprison your alpha and gain control of this pack,” Greyback said, his voice so low that Harry had to almost strain his ears to hear it. “What say you?”

“You have sullied our ways, Greyback,” Bryce snarled, “you let subs run wild, you seal the unmated ones away from us, and you keep us from taking what is ours. You tear our traditions to pieces, and this pack would be leaps and bounds better with me in charge and you know it.”

“A submissive is not yours to take,” Greyback growled back at him, “they are deserving of peace and dignity, as much as you. They will not live their lives here constantly fearful that they will be assaulted by any dominant that takes a liking to them. For your crimes, you will be executed in the manner of our forebears—the Wolf Death Circle. Remember that you have no one to lay blame on for this—it is your own doing that brought your demise.”

Greyback reached forward while Bryce squirmed, struggled, and shouted a number of expletives at the alpha as he closed a hand at his throat, and flexed the fingers of his free hand. He grimaced, and Harry watched with wide eyes as sharp, black claws replaced his nails.

Greyback dug the claw of his pointer finger into Bryce's bare chest, and the condemned man howled in pain as the alpha proceeded to carve a rune into his chest—a V with a diamond affixed to the meeting point.

“Reversed Othel,” Hermione whispered to the others, “to face whatever is to come alone.”

Greyback growled, and shoved the dominant down. Bryce hardly looked like himself anymore. He was pale and shaking, and his skin had taken on a sickly tinge from his fright. Rivulets of blood trickled down from the mark on his chest, and around him the seven other dominants began to shed their clothes. Tavish and Adina jumped up, and Tavish dragged Harry to his feet at the same time.

“Come on,” he whispered, “we're supposed to take the clothing of our doms and tend to them when it's all over.”

Too stunned to feel alarmed, Harry followed the others and took his place behind Ulrich while he stripped. His expression was set and stony, and Harry reached out for his hand and gave it a quick squeeze of reassurance. His expression did not change, but he nodded minutely.

Harry mimicked the other submissives, and took six large steps back, while all the present dominants began to transform into their wolf forms, except for Greyback, who stood back and watched, his arms crossed, with his two mates flanking him.

The seven wolves closed ranks around Bryce, and circled him like a pinwheel of multicoloured fur—black, dark grey, brown, russet, mottled grey and black, tawny, and black with flecks of white.

The circling went on for barely fifteen seconds and then the screaming began.

Harry grimaced, and he felt the bile rise in his throat as he looked on. He couldn't see much beyond the mess of fur, but he could easily hear the wet snap of bone, he could smell the sharp tang of blood heavy on the air. All the while, Bryce was screaming.

Less than five minutes passed, and the seven werewolves stepped back towards their respective mates, their jaws bloody. As Bryce came back into view, Harry felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

Bryce's body was a mess. His limbs stuck out at odd angles and the bone pierced the flesh, his chest had been ripped open and he lay in a pool of his own blood. Most of his organs had been torn open or otherwise shredded, but his lungs were untouched, and Harry swallowed past his increasing nausea, for he could see the organ inflate and deflate as he lay there, breathing shallowly, his eyes wide with fright.

Greyback stepped forward. He shed his scant amount of clothing and handed them to Adina. She wrapped them over her arm and kept her gaze fixed forward.

His change was more fluid than the others, and the familiar black wolf, grey streaking its back, stepped forward, his teeth bared in a dangerous snarl.

“Alpha,” Bryce gurgled, his eyes wide, “Alpha, please...please, no...”

His feeble pleas fell on deaf ears as Greyback stepped forward, closed his jaws around Bryce's throat, and his neck snapped loudly, echoing through the dead silence of the territory.

The dominants all changed back to their respective human forms, but did not stand, and instead pressed their palms to the ground. Harry's eyes widened a little as what looked to him like a red lightning bolt shot from their palms, across the grass, and to Bryce's corpse, where it suddenly caught fire.

They stood again and faced the burning body, while Greyback remained down on one knee.

“May you find your penance in the next life,” Greyback whispered, before he finally stood back up.

Ulrich turned to Harry, his face still expressionless. His jaw and upper chest were stained with blood, and it was already drying to a muted rust colour on Ulrich's tan skin.

Harry looked up at the dominant uncertainly, and Ulrich bowed his head a little. Harry took a tentative step forward, and Ulrich immediately wrapped an arm around him to draw him close, pressing Harry into his side in an effort to keep from getting the blood on him.

They headed towards the cabins, while Harry turned his gaze briefly back towards Hermione, only to see her heading for the Apparition Point without looking back. Apparently sensing his gaze, Hermione turned back and offered him a small smile and nod of her head. Harry returned it, then refocused his attention on his emotionally and physically drained mate.

The pair made it to their cabin without a word to each other, and they headed for the bathroom in silence.

The bathrooms set up in the cabins for the pack's use were far from glamorous, but certainly not unpleasant. The floor comprised of hard-packed earth covered in smooth stones, but warm to the touch regardless of season, and the bath itself was a hole sunk into the centre of the floor, lined with charmed marble and filled from the base by an underwater pipe. It was constantly full of hot water, but filtered out any dirt and grime that accumulated through the porous marble, and it never grew dirty or unsanitary.

Harry stripped his clothes off and stepped into the bath with Ulrich. He grabbed a flannel and some soap, then proceeded to mop the drying blood from his face and chest silently.

Neither man spoke, and as Harry set back down the flannel, Ulrich cupped the hot water in his hands and used it to rinse his mouth of blood. When he looked back up, his face was lined with guilt, Harry felt his heart break a little for him.

Without a word, Harry climbed into his lap and kissed him gently, tenderly. He could still taste blood on his breath, but Harry paid it no mind in the same way that he brushed the tears from Ulrich's cheeks without comment.

They did not spend very long in their bath. They stepped out and spelled themselves dry, then moved back to the main area of the cabin hand in hand.

Ulrich pulled Harry towards the bed, a pleading look in his eyes, and Harry acquiesced without complaint, allowing the dominant to pull him close. He captured Harry's mouth in a kiss, and with slow, languid movements he rocked his hips, tickling Harry's budding erection with his own hard member. Harry whimpered and arched his hips, reaching up to wrap his arms around the dominant's neck while he moved, meeting Ulrich's movements with slow gyrations of his own.

“Harry...” Ulrich whispered softly, reverently, while his lips moved to trail along his throat, and Harry keened, arching into the touch with a gentle sigh of contentment.

Ulrich bit down at the hollow of Harry's throat, not hard enough to break the skin, but just hard enough to bruise, the action eliciting a sharp hiss from his sub.

His tongue laved over the mark, soothing the sting while he pawed at the floor next to the bed, and eventually he found the lubricant.

Sensing his partner's urgent need, Harry rolled onto his belly, exposing himself to Ulrich completely. He heard the soft scrape of the jar opening, and shivered when he felt a single digit brush against his hole.

Ulrich teased his entrance, pressing barely a centimetre in, then pulling out, and repeated this several times before he pushed in properly, and his finger sunk past Harry's guardian muscles and nestled in his arse smoothly.

Harry groaned and pressed back against the digit, which was met with a soft chuckle at his obvious impatience. A gentle kiss brushed against the back of his neck, while a second finger wiggled its way into his arse. Harry's head dropped forward, and once more he pressed back against the fingers insistently.

He did not miss the way Ulrich shivered with silent laughter at Harry's actions, and he withdrew his fingers at last to replace it with his cock.

Even with the preparation it still burned, and Harry fisted the bedding as he gritted his teeth against the pain. At first, Ulrich did not seem to notice, but when a soft hiss escaped the sub, he froze.

“Am—am I hurting you?” Ulrich asked hoarsely, one hand dropping to the small of Harry's back to rub the taut muscle he found there.

“It's okay,” Harry replied in a whisper, “keep going.”

Ulrich obeyed, and slid the rest of the way into Harry's arse, pausing again only when he had fully sheathed himself inside him.

Light kisses peppered the back of Harry's neck, and slowly the pain began to ebb. All the while, Ulrich continued to rub the small of his back in an effort to help relax him. After all that had happened, the gentle touches were rendering his muscles to the same density as jelly. And he bowed forward to rest his head on his arms.

Harry gave a small nod for Ulrich to continue, and very slowly the dominant withdrew from Harry's arse, and slid back in. His thrusts were slow, precise, and Harry let out a little moan of his own just as Ulrich's own vocalization passed his lips, but it was a far and away from the one he had expected to hear. At first, Harry had almost thought that he had misheard it—Ulrich, strong, sure, wonderful Ulrich couldn't be crying.

That was, until Harry felt a hot tear drip onto his shoulder blade, and it trickled to the centre of his back.

“Ulrich?” Harry asked uncertainly, his voice rough from Ulrich's continued thrusts. “Ulrich, are you all right?”

“Please, Harry,” Ulrich whispered hoarsely, followed by a soft sniffle, “please...I need you...”

Alarmed, Harry fell back into a rhythm with his dominant, but as Ulrich continued to make love to him as he wept, Harry was unable to find his release, even as Ulrich's hot seed painted his insides.

The moment Ulrich pulled out, Harry rolled over to look at him. His eyes were red and bloodshot, his face was tear-stained and he was sniffling almost continually. Harry leant in and kissed the dominant's lips gently.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked softly, and smiled at him, “was I that bad?” to the feeble joke, Ulrich laughed weakly and shook his head.

“I'm sorry, Harry, I just...I hate doing executions. They make me...its necessary, according to Alpha, but to be asked to kill, it's not easy.” He rubbed at his eyes roughly, and took a deep breath as he looked away from Harry and to the blank ceiling of the little cabin. “You must think I'm so damn pathetic.”

“I remember,” Harry replied softly as he settled in next to Ulrich, and draped an arm across his chest and pressed his cheek against his shoulder. “neither can live while the other survives, and all that. I don't want to make it sound like I'm—I'm—diminishing your pain or something, I just mean that I get it.” Harry paused to press a kiss to Ulrich's shoulder. “Cry all you want, I don't think any less of you for it. It means you're...well, not human, but you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Ulrich replied with a chuckle, and drew Harry closer to him. “Let's try and get some rest, it's been a long few days.”

Nodding, Harry shut his eyes as Ulrich extinguished the oil lamp next to their bed and the fire in the pit with a few quick flicks of his wand. He snuggled closer to the dominant, when a sudden question occurred to him.

“Ulrich?”

“Hm?”

“Er...what happened to...to him after...with the fire? Was that werewolf magic?” Harry asked, and he felt Ulrich shift next to him, rolling over to properly face the sub.

“Yes it was,” Ulrich replied, his tone of voice a little hoarse. “I would have offered to teach it to you, but it's an art very few subs have ever been able to master. Many of them just stick to wizard magic, because it's easier to control.”

“Oh.” Harry pressed his cheek against the side of Ulrich's chest, uncertain what to say. He wanted to ask further about it, but it seemed tactless to do so at the present moment. One of Ulrich's hands moved to his hair and stroked the unruly locks lightly, and slowly Harry listened to his breathing pattern change, and the hand in his hair fell away as the dominant finally fell asleep.

In the silence that followed, Harry began to reflect on everything that had happened over the last few days. Despite his reluctance to remember it, Remus's heartfelt goodbye from earlier that day floated to the forefront of his mind.

I wish I still had you in my life.

I hurt you, and you were the one person that I never wanted to hurt.

Once this is all over, I will do all that I can to stay out of your way.

Your life and mine are no longer intertwined.

Tears of his own sprang to Harry's eyes, and he clutched more tightly to Ulrich while his stomach twisted with a burning guilt.
A/N: The rune factoid is based on information pulled from The Runes Book by Horik Svensson. It's not the most accurate book in the world so it might be a little off, but I didn't have any material to cross-reference it with.
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