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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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Chapter Thirty-Six – Peace

One month after Greyback's approval that Harry and Remus divide up the teaching duties, Harry was witness to something truly incredible.

Nothing bad had happened.

No more dramatics, no new foes, and no accidental magic going haywire—nothing.

Their lives had peace—at last.

And for Harry, to watch Remus return to what he did best was more than an added bonus—it was a blessing.

“The Patronus Charm is a very complex piece of magic,” Remus instructed, pacing before his group of teenage dominants, while Harry sat by, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he observed them all. “Not all of you will master it, and indeed it will take several weeks of instruction, at least, before any of you will be able to produce a fully corporeal Patronus. Harry?” Harry stood up and approached his mate. “Would you be kind enough to give us a demonstration?”

Grinning, Harry lifted his wand.

“Expecto Patronum!”

Except, this did not go quite as Harry had planned, and he stared, wide-eyed, as a huge, silvery, and very familiar werewolf exploded from the tip of his wand and shot towards the woods.

Harry exchanged a look with Remus, raising his eyebrows while the pups whooped and cheered, but did their best to mask their surprise as Remus turned back to his students.

“As you can see, a fully corporeal Patronus is not an easy charm to perform, and indeed may change shape when the caster undergoes a deeply life-altering event.” He paused, and glanced over to Harry. Harry inclined his head once to indicate that he understood, and Remus shifted his gaze back to the pups. “The Patronus Charm is not as simple as pointing your wand and shouting the words. You could all pull out your wands now and try it, and you would be lucky if you managed to produce even so much as silver vapour. Now, can anyone tell me what else is needed to accurately cast the Patronus Charm?”

A hand towards the back shot up.

“Yes, Daniel?”

“Happy thoughts,” the boy answered, and Remus nodded his head once.

“Exactly, well done,” Remus replied, and offered the boy a small smile. “In order to cast the Patronus Charm with any level of accuracy, you must focus your mind on a happy thought or memory—”

“—any happy little thought?” a light, airy voice cut in, and Harry snorted, while Remus eyed Gina with confusion.

“Erm, yes, any happy thought, but it must be a powerful one. It can't be something too simple, or it will not be strong enough—”

“—and faith, trust, and a little bit of fairy dust!” Gina chimed in again, and Harry just barely managed to bite back a laugh.

“Erm, no, fairy dust is not any part of this particular charm...”

“Well, it worked for Peter Pan...” Gina protested, and Remus chuckled, apparently finally cottoning on to what she was referencing.

“What do Pans have to do with anything?” interrupted one of the other students, a boy called Julian. “Pans are creatures who eat the souls of little kids, this is to fight Dementors, remember?”

“All right, everyone, enough,” Harry called out, and Gina grinned at him.

“Sorry, Harry,” she said, but Harry crossed his arms and jerked his head in Remus's direction. She caught the hint at once. “Sorry, Remus, I'll be quiet.”

“Thank you, Gina,” he replied, smiling gratefully at Harry before he turned his attention back to the students.

“Now, I want you all to take a moment to think of a happy memory, and you'll all get to try to cast it. Remember: it must be a powerful memory.”

Remus fell silent, taking a step back while the faces of his pupils became tense with thought. A few were muttering under their breath, but Harry suspected these were kids trying to remember the incantation—if the occasional wisp of silver vapour that shot from their wands was any indication.

“All right, does everyone have their memory?” Remus called, and chorus of yeses answered him. “Right, form a line, those of you still thinking stay at the back and join the queue when you think of one. Don't rush yourselves!”

There was a mad dash of kids jostling to be first in line, and given that this was a class made up entirely of pups with dominant blood, it did not take long for the growling and fighting to begin.

Harry hung back, the urge to intervene overwhelmed by his submissive tendencies to run and hide, and instead he watched as Remus intercepted the fighting pairs, breaking them up smoothly, and without hardly speaking a word. Quietly, Harry felt genuine amazement at how fluidly Remus could exert his dominance over his students, and how they respected him, and never challenged his authority. To see Remus accepting these parts of himself, and finding that perfect balance of werewolf and wizard was truly awe-inspiring to witness.

Quite a change from how Remus used to be viewed within the pack.

After a few moments, Remus was able to step back once more, the fights finally dispersed and the teenage dominants separated. Harry smiled, watching quietly as the first student stepped up to attempt the charm.

“Expect—Expecto Patronal!”

“Patronus, Rhys,” Remus corrected gently, “go on, try again.”

“Right, sorry,” Rhys replied as he went a little pink with embarrassment. His eyebrows knitted together as he focused and cried out, “Expecto Patronum!”

Silver vapour shot from the end of his wand and formed a shield, and the others applauded. He managed to hold it for close to fifteen seconds before it dissolved and Rhys fell to his knees, panting hard.

“Up you get, Rhys,” Remus said as he grabbed the boy's hand and helped him stand back up. The rake-thin boy wobbled unsteadily, and Remus steered him over to Harry, who conjured a long bench next to him. Rhys sat down heavily, while Remus handed an enormous slab of Honeydukes' best milk chocolate to Harry. “You know what to do, Harry,” Remus said, and Harry grinned.

“Right, here you go, Rhys, eat,” Harry said as he broke up the bar into squares and handed a piece to the pup, “we're not fighting Dementors yet, but it still helps, trust me.”

“How are we s'posed to fight Dementors in the territory?” Rhys asked as he accepted the chocolate and crammed it into his mouth, while the next pupil stepped up to try their luck at casting the charm. “Alpha would never allow one inside our borders.”

“Not a real one,” Harry replied with a short nod, “that's definitely too risky, especially with the younger pups running around, but Remus and I have a plan for a sort of...stand-in Dementor.” Harry smiled to himself. “It's as formidable as the real thing, trust me.”

As soon as we find a Boggart for me to hang around with, Harry thought with a shiver. He was not looking forward to that.

The next students joined Rhys, and Harry went back to handing out the chocolate, and answering their questions as he went.

Predictably, no one managed a corporeal Patronus. Nathan, one of the quieter pupils, came the closest. He managed to produce a great, silvery blob that ambled slowly towards the woods, and he quite suddenly became the most popular of his classmates as all of them pestered him for how he'd done it.

Nathan appeared to be caught somewhere between humbled and alarmed by the attention, but in no immediate danger. Because of this, Harry and Remus both felt no need to disperse his classmates.

Harry sidled up to his mate, and slipped his hand into Remus's. His dominant turned to him with a warm smile, and Harry got on his toes to offer him a kiss.

“Great job...Professor,” Harry said, unable to stifle his proud smile as he gazed up at him. “This lesson felt oddly nostalgic, don't you think?”

“I do recall teaching a certain student the same charm during my tenure at Hogwarts,” Remus replied lightly as he draped an arm over Harry's shoulders, “he was something of a magnet for trouble...”

“That hasn't changed,” Harry said with a short laugh as he swatted his arm. “You ready for this weekend?”

“As ready as I'll ever be,” Remus answered as he chuckled, “and you?”

“I have wizarding cameras for everyone,” Harry said with a grin as they began to amble towards their cabin. “We're ready to do battle.”

“You know, Alpha is going to kill you for this...”

“It was Tavish's idea!” Harry protested as Remus laughed. “Besides, how else will we convince pack newcomers that Alpha once attended a wizard wedding in...dare I say it, dress robes?”

“I'm still shocked he even accepted Hermione's invitation,” Remus said as he slid his hand down Harry's back to rest it against his arse casually, making the sub smirk knowingly. “I was quite certain he'd decline.”

“Tavish really wanted to go, and I think he...er, coerced our fair leader into it,” Harry replied, making Remus chuckle again, “besides, it's not like he'll be alone. Hermione invited the whole pack, but only a handful of the others actually accepted.”

“Who else is coming again?” Remus asked as they wove through the cabins before stopping at their door, which Harry opened as they both slipped inside.

“Us, Alpha, Tavish and Adina, Ulrich, Wu-Fei, Silas, Jade, Sadie, and Leticia,” Harry said as he ticked them off on his fingers. “Leticia didn't want to come, but then when Jade said she was going she insisted on coming along. I think she might fancy her.”

“And you're certain they're not just good friends?” Remus asked mildly, and Harry shrugged as he kicked off his trainers, then took a running leap towards the bed, which creaked loudly when he landed. Remus barked a laugh and followed his mate, albeit much more slowly. When he finally eased down next to him, Harry spoke again.

“Honestly? I have no idea,” he said as he shrugged. “It's just a hunch. But either way, that's who's coming on Saturday...assuming Hermione doesn't kill Molly before then.”

“Is she likely to?” Remus asked, while he began to not-so-subtly trail his hand down Harry's front and towards the zip of his jeans.

“If the letters I've gotten are any indication...yes. They're already rushing it because Hermione wants to be married before the baby comes, so I think between that and Molly's micromanaging tendencies, she's stretched to the limit.” Harry meant to say more, but he was cut off abruptly when Remus snapped open the catch of his jeans, pulled down the zip, and slid his hand into Harry's briefs.

“R-Remus,” Harry moaned weakly, and shivered as Remus began to idly stroke him to hardness. He answered his name by kissing Harry lightly.

“We've got a few hours before dinner, and we have nothing pressing to see to,” Remus said as he continued to stroke him. “Why don't we just...enjoy ourselves?”

“That's the best suggestion I've heard all day—” Harry was cut off abruptly when Remus rolled on top of him, and he let out a small squeak of surprise as the dominant straddled him and crushed his mouth hard against Harry's.

Harry reached up and tangled his fingers in Remus's hair, holding him against his mouth while he arched his hips, and Remus gave his cock a soft squeeze. Harry let out a muffled moan as Remus's tongue expertly parted Harry's lips, and he extended his own tongue to taste his mate.

“If-if you keep touching me like that, this'll be over before it's really begun,” Harry panted, and nipped at Remus's bottom lip.

Remus chuckled as he nodded, and slowly extracted his hand from Harry's briefs. The shine of his precum clung to Remus's fingers, and he reached up to brush some of the liquid over Harry's bottom lip.

“Taste yourself,” Remus commanded, and something about the sound of it sent a shiver of delight through Harry as he obeyed, and swiped his tongue over his bottom lip to gather up the bitter-tasting fluid.

“I think I like the taste of your cock better,” Harry purred, and reached down to squeeze Remus's thick member through his trousers.

“Would you like to taste it?” Remus asked softly, and Harry grinned.

“Always.”

They shifted their position; Harry grabbed one of the pillows from the head of the bed, and Remus moved to the edge, his legs parted and a lazy smile on his face as he watched Harry drop the pillow to the floor and position himself between the older man's thighs.

“I can't remember the last time I did this,” Harry said as he made quick work of unbuckling Remus's belt and undoing his trousers, and at last extracting his thick cock. It felt deliciously hot and heavy in his hands, and though it was certainly nowhere near the monstrosity that Ulrich was packing, it didn't matter to Harry. This was Remus, and he could have a gnome between his legs in lieu of genitalia and it would not alter his feelings for him whatsoever.

“It has been a while...” Remus replied, his voice deep and breathy as Harry took his time stroking the cock lightly; teasingly, before he closed his mouth over the head.

Remus tossed his head back with an appreciative groan, and his hips twitched when Harry gently laid his hands against his thighs to keep himself balanced as he slowly swallowed more and more of his mate's cock. Remus shook a little from the strain of not thrusting into Harry's mouth as the sub shifted, balancing himself with one arm while his opposing hand closed around the base of Remus's shaft, and slowly began to bob his head.

Tiny, pleasure-filled whimpers and gasps for breath escaped past Remus's lips as Harry tended to him, and he revelled in the taste of Remus's cock in his mouth. It really had been too long since he'd done this.

Harry opened his mouth wider, and relaxed his throat as he swallowed Remus's cock the rest of the way down. He felt the dominant go rigid under him, and smiled inwardly as he swallowed around the organ, effectively turning Remus into a shuddering puddle of goo beneath him.

“Harry...” Remus panted suddenly, “stop...stop...”

Harry immediately pulled Remus's cock from his mouth with an obscene, wet pop! and looked up at Remus in confusion.

“What's wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all,” Remus replied with a small laugh, “but I don't want to find my release until I'm buried inside you, and your very talented mouth would certainly stop me from achieving that.”

Grinning, Harry got up and climbed into Remus's lap where he promptly began to tug on the hem of his jumper. Remus chuckled at Harry's enthusiasm, and lifted his arms to help Harry peel the garment off.

Remus reciprocated by ridding Harry of his own jumper and T-shirt, and both garments were discarded haphazardly as they crushed their bare chests together in a rough kiss. Harry felt, rather than heard, the low lupine growl that Remus vocalized, and shuddered at the way Remus's arms tensed around him.

“Hmm, getting a little rough are we, my Big Bad Wolf?” Harry teased between kisses, and Remus snorted.

“Would that make you Little Red Riding Hood?” Remus shot back, and Harry chuckled as he dropped his hand to the thick shaft crushed between them, still hanging crudely out of the older man's trousers.

“Why, Grandma,” Harry said in a high, false voice that made Remus howl with laughter, “what a big cock you have!”

“All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” Remus replied in a purr, and before Harry could respond to the comeback, Remus flipped them over and pinned Harry beneath him, causing him to squeak with surprise at the sudden movement. He kissed his sub hard, and Harry melted into it.

“Remus...” Harry moaned, and rotated his hips, earning him a soft grunt of pleasure from his mate. Remus answered by kissing him again, while he dropped his hands to Harry's hips, dug his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans, and gently tugged the garment off.

Harry sat up to help Remus discard his briefs and socks, while Remus did the same, hastily kicking his corduroy trousers the rest of the way off. Before Remus could pin him down again, Harry gleefully straddled his dominant and kissed him, his fingers twisted in the fine strands of Remus's grey and brown hair. Remus let out a feeble whimper of desire, and Harry pulled back a little, once more nipping at the dominant's bottom lip playfully.

“I love you, Remus,” Harry said softly, and Remus smiled up at him warmly.

“I love you too, Harry, so much,” he murmured, and pressed his palms against the tops of Harry's thighs, then slowly began to inch them up the expanse of flesh, eliciting a pleasant shiver from the sub.

Remus stopped when he reached Harry's hips, and gripped him firmly, but gently as he arched up for another kiss.

“Harry...will you ride me?”

“Save a broom, ride a werewolf?” Harry replied teasingly while he arched a brow at his mate, and Remus chuckled.

“Something like that. Come here.” Remus tugged Harry closer and kissed him soundly, while Harry opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. At the same time, Harry blindly patted the side-table next to their bed, knocking off Remus's nighttime reading material as he grabbed at the lubricant.

Remus immediately snatched it from him, and squeezed some of the gel onto his fingertips, spreading it out and coating them before he snaked the arm around to Harry's arse, and began to tease his entrance.

“Please...” Harry moaned softly before kissing Remus again, and he felt the older man's soft laughter reverberate through his chest as he slid a single finger into him.

Harry trembled at the sensation, and bore down on the digit, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead on Remus's shoulder as he panted sharply. His cock was aching, desperate for release, and the lack of stimulation to that particular part of his body was beginning to drive him mental.

“Almost there...” Remus murmured as he slid in a second finger, scissoring them briefly before he pulled out and silently passed the control of their lovemaking over to Harry.

Harry moved to grip Remus's shoulders, the dominant's hands shifting to rest against Harry's hips as he positioned himself, and slowly sank down onto Remus's cock with an exaggerated sigh of contentment.

“S-so good,” Harry murmured, but his voice quickly shifted to a laugh when he heard Remus say the same thing at exactly the same time.

After Harry gave himself a moment to revel in the sensation, he slowly began to rock in Remus's lap, moving more slowly than usual to find a rhythm, given that they'd never done this particular position before. Harry sped up his pace gradually, panting hard as his skin became slick with sweat, while Remus's hands remained stationary on his hips, not reasserting control over the situation, but merely guiding Harry's movements.

Remus's breathing became more laboured as Harry continued to fuck himself on his dominant's cock, and Harry's head tilted back as he let out an obscene groan of pleasure as one of Remus's hands moved away from his hip to curl around his cock.

Harry tried to jerk forward into Remus's hand while he continued to move over his cock at the same time, but it was proving next to impossible; Harry's head spun from the overwhelming pleasure of the dual sensation of Remus's cock in his arse, and the dominant's hand surrounding his own prick.

With one more grunt of pleasure Harry tensed and froze, shooting ropes of semen over Remus's stomach and chest. At the same time, the constriction on Remus's cock was his undoing, and he too found his release with a soft cry, and Harry felt his mate's hot seed fill his arse.

Harry slumped forward, panting hard, and slowly pulled himself off the softening organ as he lay down, catlike, on top of his mate. Remus was breathing just as hard as he was, and though Harry had to admit the position was comfy, the feeling of cold semen squished between their bodies was decidedly not.

Harry rolled off of Remus reluctantly and onto his side, while Remus lifted his wand and cleaned up their respective messes, then drew Harry close once more.

“That was...brilliant,” Harry panted, and Remus kissed his temple lightly. “Was it good for you too? I know that Ulr—er, some dominants sort of...can't handle not being in control in the bedroom.”

“Harry, it was wonderful,” Remus replied as rested a solitary finger under his chin and tilted his head up so that he could kiss Harry lightly. “Handing over the control to someone else can be terrifying, but I trust you, and I love you, and the wolf parts of my mind feel the same. I would be delighted to let you take control any time you want it.”

“And if I wanted to top you?” Harry asked, arching a brow, “I mean...I have no real desire to, I like bottoming, but if I wanted to...would you let me?”

Remus smiled warmly.

“Absolutely.”

Harry leant in to kiss him again, but Remus lifted a hand to his cheek, cutting the kiss short as he pulled back.

“What is it?”

“Before I forget, there's something I have for you,” Remus said and Harry's brow furrowed in confusion, for Remus suddenly sounded more than a little nervous.

“Something?” Harry asked as he cocked his head to the side curiously, “like a gift?”

Remus didn't answer, but lifted his wand again and flicked it. The older man's discarded trousers wiggled, and something small and square exited his pocket. It zoomed across the cabin and towards them, and Remus caught it deftly as he sat up, tugging Harry with him. Harry leant into his side while he eyed the little box curiously.

“I don't know if you would still want it, but with Ron and Hermione's wedding coming up it made me think of it, and...” Remus trailed off as he flicked open the box, and Harry inhaled sharply.

Their rings.

“How...?” Harry murmured, and reached out a tentative hand to brush his fingertips over the cool metal. They were just as lovely as Harry remembered, the tiny depictions of running wolves crafted in white gold so realistic that Harry half-expected them to come alive at his gentle touch. “I can't really remember what happened to mine, after all the...the bad, er, stuff, it was just gone. How did you find it?”

“A certain pregnant dominant held onto it for you,” Remus replied with a faint smile, and Harry huffed a laugh. “I gave it to you before all the trouble started, and I wasn't certain whether you wanted it back or not...I know you always wanted recognition for our relationship with our wizard friends, so...” he trailed off while he gazed at Harry uncertainly.

“Give me your hand,” Harry commanded, and Remus stared at him in confusion. Harry waited, and after a moment Remus gave in, and rested his right hand against Harry's palm.

Harry plucked out Remus's ring—distinct from Harry's only by the emerald gems embedded in the tiny wolf's eyes, and positioned it just above his ring finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed...” Harry began, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he slid the ring into place. Remus picked up Harry's, and immediately mirrored his actions.

“For better or for worse,” Remus replied as he placed the ring on his finger, and Harry shook his head.

“Just for better. We've had enough worse, don't you think?”

Remus cupped Harry's face in both of his hands, and drew him into a kiss.

“I like the sound of that.”
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