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The Howling	By : DarkSpyridon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 28175 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the 'Harry Potter' series nor any of the characters from the books/movies. I do not make any money from the writing 'The Howling'.

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Title: The Howling

Status: WIP Incomplete

Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Sirius/OC, Snape/OC

Additional Categories: Alternate Universe, Action, Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance, Violence

Genre: Werewolf! Powerful! Harry, Werewolf! Powerful! Ginny,

Season/Episodes: Goes AU during the Battle at the Ministry but story picks up at the end of Harry's 6th year.

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Graphic adult themes, graphic bestiality scenes, extreme violence, underage sex (15/16)

Spoilers: N/A

Summary: Lycanthropy was seen as a Curse by many. Fenrir Greyback saw it as a blessing. Harry and Ginny saw it as the moment were everything was forever changed. Now Werewolves, the battle against Volemort has forever shifted.

Series/Sequels: N/A

Last Updated: September 19, 2013

Author's Notes: As a human being, I do not condone bestiality or any other action of questionable nature as depicted in 'The Howling'. The content written within is only due to the nature of the story itself to depict a more realistic world with such creatures. If you cannot stomach this or have morality issues, then click the back button and move on. In no way, should anyone attempt this in real life. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter Four: Thoughts

It had been two weeks since the day her life was changed and Ginny had yet to see Harry Potter. The moment he had been freed, he had run up straight to the boy's dormitory and encased himself in his bed with the curtains closed, refusing to see anyone. Not even when he left for Grimmauld place did he talk to anyone, choosing instead to encase himself in a sealed compartment. This had only served to support Charlie's belief that Harry had raped her as well as increase Ginny's insecurities.
Bill on the other hand had waited to talk to her and Remus. After thinking about it, he had sided with his parents firmly believing that Harry hadn't meant to though the thought did twist his stomach. He had been helped along by Fleur who had more experience in such matter due to France's more relaxed atmosphere. Discrimination there was less prevalent than in Britain and a number of couples were married to werewolves, veelas, and other creatures that resembled humans. Higher years were given an extensive education on sexual relationships that included a brief section on certain aspects of veela, vampire, and werewolf cultures.
Even though Ginny didn't like Fleur, she had to be thankful of her help and advice. The quarter-Veela had secretly given Ginny an English translation of the textbook assigned for sexual education. Fleur was thoughtful enough to bookmark the sections that Ginny was most interested in.
Sighing, she leaned her head against the cool glass, seeing Ron flying around on his old Cleansweep.
The twins had taken it in stride as well, even jubilantly asking whether Ginny would be helpful in intimidating some traders into dropping their prices. She had been forced to stop them from asking if Harry would be willing to act like a guard dog for their shop, and even going as far as to threaten them with a Bat Bogey hex if they even joked about it around Harry. It was the tears on Ginny's cheeks that had made them realize their joke though meant to lessen the tensions running in the house weren't do anyone any favors. They had decided to head back to their flat and work on their growing store.
Ron had been quiet, glancing at her from the corner of his eye before staring somewhere else when she turned to him. She knew that he was writing to Hermione, asking for advice probably and information. After all, it was his best mate that did do this to his little sister. Despite the maturity he had shown the past year, Hermione caught him ranting about Harry after the black-haired teen had rebuffed his advances to help him through this.
Percy didn't even know as the family had opted not to tell him in case he told the Ministry. She hoped only he didn't find out otherwise he might drag Harry to Azkaban for breaking so many laws in infecting another witch.
Outside of their immediate family and friends, no one else knew what happened so Ginny had no one really to talk to. Hermione was too focused on books and her personal feelings that she didn't really take into account the other person's point of view. Luna was out of the question as sometimes, Ginny wasn't sure they were on the same planet much less the same page of the same book. And she didn't dare to tell someone else in case they might run off to the Daily Prophet.
At the moment, Dumbledore had fed the students a well-made lie based on truth that Harry had been injured during the battle and was slowly healing in the infirmary. He also added for them to leave him alone about the events of the battle. The Ministry, through the Daily Prophet, stated that they would be adding an Auror Guard to the school as an added protection, under Kingsley's command for the following year until the war with Voldemort came to an end.
In a weird turn of events, Amelia Bones had stated she would be meeting with the Head Goblin of Gringotts and a representative of the Goblin Nation to see if they would be able to imprison the captured Death Eaters in their prison for the duration of the war. Suffice to say, a number of the wizard population had protested this. Rumors were spreading that the Goblin Nation was demanding an increased presence in the Wizengamout plus an undisclosed amount of money for the services being requested.
Ginny couldn't help but notice the people who protested the transfer of the prisoners were mostly the families of suspected or confirmed Death Eaters.
Her mind turned back to Harry.
How was she going to talk to him?
Ginny closed her eyes. When she had been released, she had been numb for the first week, trying to accept that fact that she was a werewolf, infected by having sex with her boyfriend in his werewolf form. At night, memories of that time came back, leaving her wanting and hot for the black haired teen with green eyes.
Her first year at Hogwarts had destroyed her crush on the Boy Who Lived, waking her up to the harsh and costly realities of real life. Seeing Harry in blood, slime, and mud had shown her that her illusions of white knights and beautiful stallions were just that: illusions. Her second and third year had shown her that Harry was human as just any other wizard or witch, seeing him go through bouts of anger, depression, moodiness, and sadness that no teen should go through. Seeing him as the leader of Dumbledore's Army revealed his true personality, a leader who refused to run from a fight even when the odds were stacked against him. By the time her fifth year came, it hit her.
She was in love in Harry Potter. Every boy she had dated, she compared to Harry subconsciously. They had noticed but didn't pay attention, firmly believing that she would see that Harry wouldn't look at her. They just treated her as a girl to be protected.
She wasn't some china doll that should be handled with precious care.
And she wasn't going to let Harry Potter be a noble bastard and do the same to her.
But what if it wasn't that was keeping him away from her? Harry had an excuse for the way he acted that night as his mind had been controlled by the instincts of the werewolf now within him. No, maybe it was how she acted as he took her. She was still human then, no werewolf instinct to blame on. Ginny had all but basically acted like a two-piece whore as she writhed under Harry, asking for him to go harder, deeper, faster. Her neck and cheeks began to burn with embarrassment as her body reacted to the memories.
She wondered how he was going to react to the fact that she loved having him in her. Would he see her as a freak for loving it? Bestiality was looked down upon in most circles and having a half-animal partner was basically doing it with an animal in their eyes. It didn't matter if veelas only transformed into their avian forms, their face curving into beaks, wings erupting from their backs when they needed to or werewolves only turning into a wolf three nights out of every month. No matter if they were human for the other times, they were still seen as beasts that had no control over themselves and were inferior to normal wizards, inferior even to Muggles and Squibs.
Ginny, even now, had dreams of being with Harry in his wolf form.
And that was the question burning in her mind. Were those feelings hers or were they from the wolf within her? There were times when she felt the presence in the back of her mind, could feel it pacing around when she wasn't focused on anything. Ever since her infection, she had been noticing things about her own personality.
Before, she would have followed orders like any other teenage, albeit with a little annoyance at the disturbance. Now, however, she could feel the wolf's discontent, just shimmering below the surface. She loved to be outside but she found herself still being outside even as the temperature dropped.
If her personality had changed enough to be noticeable, could it have affected the feelings she felt for Harry? What was hers and what was the wolf's? Did she really like being dominated? Or was it the wolf's want to have her mate's body in hers, driving in deep?
Her arms tightened around her legs, her core throbbing as the memory of Harry moving in her flashed through her mind's eye.
The only thing she knew was that she was going to have to talk to Harry.
Her fear was that he couldn't look at her for being a slut.

Harry angrily stared up at the ceiling, sick of the creature that was currently silent in his chest. He was angry at everyone and everything, especially himself; totally and utterly disgusted at the loss of self-control. He was supposed to save his girlfriend, keeping her from harm and what did he do? Rape her and turn her into a bloody werewolf. He didn't care what Remus or Sirius was saying.
He had raped Ginny.
The worst part was . . . he wanted to do it again. He grunted. Actually, he would have her under him consentingly with him in his werewolf form . . .
Ginny under him, thrusting herself back on his hardened member, taking it into her warm body.
Harry turned over on his stomach, groaning into his pillow, feeling himself harden at the thought. I shouldn't be thinking about that! He wrapped his arms around the pillow, breathing deeply to calm himself down. Unlike the walls in Privet Drive, the walls in Grimmauld's place were thicker, more soundproof.
Harry remembered the day he had come back . . .
"So Harry, this is your room. I gave you Regulus' old room." It had been transformed; all things Slytherin had been removed and replaced with new furniture. A large four poster bed was placed along the far wall, red and amber draping around it. An oak desk was situated next to it, a comfy chair next to it. An oak dresser and a matching wardrobe stood across from the bed, along with a large book shelf. The doors to the closet were closed.
Silently, Harry had entered, sliding his trunk into the closet, moving to the bed.
"You know, you can talk to me about what happened with Fenrir and Ginny-" Sirius started.
"I don't want to talk, Sirius. Leave it alone."
"It does good, talking about it, Harry. You shouldn't have to go through this alone-"
"LEAVE IT SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, his temper rising to the surface. "I don't want to talk about it at all. Okay?"
"I'm concerned about your welfare -"
"Worry about Ginny. She was the one who got raped, not me." Harry said bitingly.
"It wasn't your fault, Harry, you couldn't control it." Harry could see Sirius was trying to keep his own temper in check. Harry wanted to see him lose control of it.
"Fuck off, Sirius. You and I both know that's not true. If I were stronger, she wouldn't have gotten infected. If I was more in control of my bloody instincts, I wouldn't have done that to her. I just rutted her like some stupid mindless animal, using her for my own twisted pleasure." Harry bit his lip, trying to keep the fact that he liked it from them. He breathed through his nostrils. "I don't want to hear it anymore. So leave me alone!"
"They care about you. We care about you. Goddamn it, I care about you." Sirius stepped in. "This is eating you up. I should know –"
"NO, you don't KNOW! You weren't the one fucking your girlfriend –"
"Because it wasn't you. Why won't you listen, Harry! It wasn't you! You're not a monster like Fenrir!"
"Maybe I was and this only brought it out." Harry's hands tightened, his fingernails digging into his skin. The werewolf was getting madder, its ears pricking up at the anger being shown to him. Its lips began to curl as Sirius continued to rant at him.
"GODDMAN IT, HARRY! Don't you compare yourself to that monster!"
Remus came in, stepping between them both. Both of the arguing men stopped to look at him, chests heaving. "This isn't helping, Sirius. Let Harry settle in. I'm sure he's tired and wants to rest. Right, Harry?" The teen nodded, not looking at Sirius. "We've still got some cleaning to do so we'd best go do it." Grudgingly, Sirius allowed himself to be led out of the room, leaving Harry to his dark thoughts. . .
Why does everything in my life have to get fucked up? Harry thought. First Voldemort and now this!
The brief relationship he had with Ginny during those so few weeks was the best in his life. Lounging around her, feeling her body close up to his, smelling that flowery scent rolling over his skin; for a time, he felt alive, human. It was something he had never felt before.
Never in his darkest nightmare, did he think that creature that roared when she was around would become a monster that would humiliate her in the worst way possible. The first time he had sex with another had become a nightmare of epic proportions. He had thought he would be able to date her once they went on vacation, taking her to some spots where other couples went or at least walk with her in the village near her home.
A flash of her sweaty, lithe body came back to him, writhing as he drove in, kicking his lust up.
Due to that one night, however, he had lost her. How could anyone date the man that had turned into a crazed animal and raped them, getting them infected with a disease that would ruin the rest of their lives? Harry knew that even he would have trouble even looking at that person. Sure, Sirius and the others were trying to lessen his tumultuous feelings over what he did. What they did not know as Harry let them believe that Fenrir had gone to far during his taunting was that he had chosen to get bitten by Fenrir. He had calculated the move that would force Fenrir to react the way he did so he could infect Harry. he was stupid enough to think that he could control the werewolf without Wolfsbane and Ginny had been the one to pay for it. He deserved any hatred the Weasleys felt for him and more. If he hadn't been needed to fight Voldemort, he would have gone to the Ministry to confess his sin.

In the darkest of nights, Harry wondered what his parents would have said or done if they had found out his actions. Would they have accepted him as a werewolf? It was one thing if one of your best friends was a werewolf. It was another if your oldest son and only child was a werewolf that had done something so terrible. Would they have forgiven him? Would they have been there for him? Or would they have dumped him on the street and disowned him outright?

Harry turned over onto his side, burying his face in the blankets, trying to stop himself from thinking.

It would eventually lead to him wondering if the Dursleys were right, that he was a freak. What else could explain the urges that he had been experiencing ever since he had left the infirmary for Gryffindor Tower. Despite the scar and unnatural skill at DADA, Harry was a typical, red-blooded male underneath it all. Since puperty and realization of those urges, he had masturbated a couple of times a month, usually to slack off the thoughts any typical male would have had. Lately, he had been slowly delving into dreams of Ginny joining him. Since the infection, however, those urges had taken on a different, darker edge. Dreams that had Ginny on her back, crying out as he took her repeatedly. The settings were always different; by the Black Lake under an moonless sky, in the Forbidden Forest with light of the full moon being filtered by the leaves, in his bed in Gryffindor Tower. Wherever he was taking her, it ended the same way. During some point, he would begin to change, his body growing larger, his bones shifting to other positions. Ginny would whimper as his cock grew bigger in her, locking them together. The dreams would then end with her screaming his name, her fingers digging into his furry shoulder or with her belly growing big.

Those dreams would excite the wolf, making him move restlessly in the back of Harry's mind.

Harry groaned, rolling onto his back. Just thinking about it had it perking up, its need rolling through Harry. Unable to stop himself, his hand crept down, sliding under his jeans and grasping his thickening member. His other hand went to undo the buckle and zipper, pushing his jeans and briefs down to release his member. Harry groaned in unison with the wolf's howl as his mind fell into another wet dream.

God, how much he hated the monster that lived within him.
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