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Every Wolf's Bane	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 29234 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fenrir stomped down the stairs, grumbling. He couldn’t get those scars covering his Pup’s body out of his mind. At that fucking word on his back. Freak. As if his Pup was a freak. If anyone was the freak, it was the fucking Muggle who did that. He couldn’t help the growl that ripped from his chest as he barged into the kitchen. Remus and Draco looked up at him with wide eyes, the latter arching a brow.
“Is Harry okay, Fenrir?”
“If you’re talking about his sickness, then yes he’s fine.”
Remus’ brow furrowed and he put down the container he was holding. “What do you mean? Why else wouldn’t he be fine?”
“Did you know about the scars on his body?” Fenrir pinned Remus with a glare, advancing towards the slighter wolf menacingly. Remus, however, was unperturbed.
“Scars? You mean the ones Voldemort gave him?”
Fenrir growled again. “No, I mean the years old ones all over his body. I mean the fucking scar that says ‘freak’ on his back.”
Draco stood. “What?!”
“He has a scar that says ‘freak’ on his back?” Remus whispered, his face deathly pale. He dropped his head into his hands. “Fuck.”
“Hey.” Fenrir grabbed Remus’ shoulder. “Do you know who did this to him? He said something about his aunt and uncle treating him like shit, but—.”
Remus’ head shot up, his pupils dilated and his eyes more golden than usual. A snarl twisted his lips. “The Dursleys. Those stupid sons of bitches. It had to be them. Harry always said he didn’t want to go back over there, but I never listened to him. Oh, Merlin.”
“Do you know where they live?”
“Yes.” Remus nodded, then met Fenrir’s hard gaze. “Are we going to…?”
“You bet your ass we are.” Fenrir let go of Remus’ shoulders. “Right now—.”
Just then, the alarms went off. Fenrir’s eyes widened. He’d forgotten about his pack coming today. Oh fuck, they couldn’t see him like this. Not when he looked ready to kill. That would put them all on high alert. He took a deep breath as he went for the door, schooling his features into a hard mask.
“Fenrir!”
He suddenly had an armful of female wolf, dark brown hair getting into his mouth. His nose was invaded with a spicy smell and he immediately knew who it was. Bryanna. He grimaced and pushed her away. She bounced back, a happy smile on her face and a look of adoration in her eyes.
“It’s so good to see you again, Alpha.” Murmurs of agreement went through his pack.
“Well here I am.” He stepped back. “Come in. We have a new addition to the pack, and I wanna introduce him to you guys.”
~oOo~
Harry was pulling his shirt on when the door to his room creaked open and Draco stepped inside. The blonde crossed the room and sat on the bed, crossing his legs and eyeing Harry with a critical look. The raven went still, his heart pumping in his chest.
"So...Fenrir is downstairs freaking out, though he will not admit it, and Remus is hiding in the kitchens with the excuse of making food. That is obviously a lie, as we still have all that damned food you made yesterday under a stasis spell. I came up here to get you, or in my excuse, to get away from all that going on down there. The pack’s here." Draco blinked and leaned forward. "Are you sure you are okay, Harry? Because you look extremely pale. Did you have another vision, or whatever it is you have?"
“No.” Harry shook his head slowly. “No, I just…I guess I’m nervous about meeting the rest of the pack, you know? I know that Lance liked me, or whatever, but what if the others aren’t so accepting?”
Draco snorted. “Oh, please, Harry. Not only are you the Boy Who Lived, but you are also one of the few wolves that have survived Fenrir’s overly strong bite? They will be sucking up to you like they were Death Eaters and you were the Dark Lord.”
Harry winced and turned away. “Yeah…but that’s not how I want them to treat me. I want them to actually like me for me, Draco, not worship me.”
“Harry, the Boy Who Lived is who you are. It is a part of you, no matter how much you deny it.” Draco stood. “I know you despise the attention you get for it, but it is a part of your life. Now, let us go down and greet our guests, shall we?”
“Don’t forget you’re a guest too, Draco.” Harry smirked at the blonde as they headed out the door.
“Oh, please. You do not even know how to properly take care of your guests.”
“I do too!” Harry said indignantly as they began down the stairs.
He received a snort. “You had Kreacher doing everything!”
“Kreacher,” Harry growled. “is an useless house elf that doesn’t listen to anything I say and has to be bribed or threatened to do anything around here!”
Someone cleared their throat and Harry and Draco looked up. Sometime during their argument, they’d arrived in the living room…which was full of Fenrir’s pack, most of who were staring at the two of them with amused expressions. Fenrir included. Harry flushed and looked down.
“Harry, nice of you to join us.” He could tell Fenrir was messing with him by the tone of the man’s voice. “Sorry to interrupt your wonderful discussion, but you do have an audience who would like to meet you.”
Harry cheeks grew even hotter, and his head whipped up so that he could glare at Fenrir. The man was smirking at him, with an eyebrow raised, his look daring Harry to do something. Harry merely bared his teeth at Fenrir for a moment before turning to the others with a glare. He noticed Lance secretly laughing at him, face turned away so that Harry couldn’t see the grin.
“Ahem, well I’m Harry Potter, and it’s nice to finally be able to meet you guys.”
Fenrir snorted and began making introductions before Harry could snap at him. “Well, you already know Lance…”
It took Harry less than an hour to remember and identify all nine pack members by name and smell. Fenrir had also thought it was a good idea for him to remember at least one thing from everyone too, so he took the liberty of finding out something about them, for the most part.
First there was Lance, Fenrir’s right hand man and the lead Beta. He smelled kind of vanilla-y and carried a really faint scent of Fenrir’s marking scent on him. Harry knew that all of the pack carried Fenrir’s scent on them, marking them as part of Fenrir’s pack.
There were five higher level Beta’s. Emile, who smelt like the crisp, fresh night air and had jet black hair like Harry and dark hazel eyes and had a quiet force to him. Seth, who kind of smelled like grass and had sandy blonde hair and jade green eyes and liked to play around a lot. Bryanna, who smelled like spicy herbs and had dark brown hair and eyes and was a great hunter. Michal, who smelled like snow, if snow had a scent, and had dark brown hair and dark blue eyes and he was Russian. Lastly, Tamera, who smelled really sweet and had auburn hair and light blue eyes and was really childish.
Then lastly there were three lower level Beta’s, or in other words, the bitches of the pack. Jake, who had a musky, cologne-like scent and had light brown hair and dark brown eyes and was a bit stupid. Erick, who was Jake’s younger brother and smelled a bit like him, but had blonde hair and dark grey eyes and loved to wrestle. Lastly, Renee, who smelled like cigarettes and had black hair and dark brown eyes and was the oldest in the pack. Fenrir’s pack wasn’t big enough for any Omegas, but if Harry had to guess it, Jake would’ve been one. The guy was a sucker.
Adding Harry to the pack made them now a pack of eleven. Majority of the pack liked him, and he liked them back, with the exception of Jake, who kept giving him this creepy, leering look. But more than once Fenrir had come to his rescue and smacked Jake on the back of his head. There were only three in the pack who outwardly hated him—ironically, it was the women. He asked Fenrir about it and now he understood—he was a male submissive.
Male submissives were more highly desired than women submissives because male ones had a better chance of producing strong, healthy male pups. It wasn’t that female submissives couldn’t, it was just that a male one had a higher chance—the child forming from a double XY gamete formation as opposed to a XX, XY gamete formation, in which the baby’s gender had a higher chance of being female due to the ratio of X chromosomes to Y chromosomes. With the double XY gamete formation, it was an even chance for either male or female, the most likely outcome being male.
A male submissive was even more desired than a female dominant, who’s very DNA is structured to birth healthy male heirs. Bryanna was a female dominate, while Tamera and Renee were submissives, and Harry was pretty sure that not even Voldemort hated him as much as Bryanna did.
And so he stayed close to Fenrir, though a niggling thought in the back of his head was telling him that doing so was probably only making things worse, but he would rather they hate him more rather than risk straying from Fenrir’s side and getting mysteriously torn to bits. Not that he cared about how they felt about him. They could glare at him all they wanted, but as long as they didn’t start any shit, then Harry wasn’t either. But if they decided they were going to try to separate him from Fenrir…well, Harry wasn’t the Boy Who Lived for nothing. Either way, Fenrir was helping him get to know the others in the pack, easing the tension Harry felt being surrounded by so many people he knew.
Remus had strayed in a few minutes after the introductions had gone around, and everyone was interested in him because they could smell Fenrir’s sire scent on him, but couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t in the pack. Draco was ‘mingling’ or whatever he called it, Harry didn’t care. The twins had arrived thirty minutes before and were asking the most obscene questions about Fenrir that they could think of. They didn’t hesitate to share Fenrir’s moment of immaturity, the time they caught him whining to Harry about breakfast. Fenrir had growled at them, but otherwise did nothing, much to the confusion of the pack.
The Fenrir they knew would have ripped them to pieces by now. But Remus, Draco, and the Twins knew why he didn’t. It was because the Twins were Harry’s dearest friends, and he would never purposely do something to hurt Harry. Said raven was of course oblivious to this and would probably deny it should someone mention it.
At the moment, Harry was sitting beside Fenrir, listening quietly as the man and Lance discussed where they were going to live as their old place had been compromised, while everyone else conversed or sat around.
“I’m telling you, Fenrir. We were everywhere while you were…gone.” Lance swallowed, his eyes darkening for a moment. “There’s nowhere safe to live anymore that isn’t someone else’s territory or has any prey. Any other place that isn’t unclaimed and bountiful were really open areas. We have two choices, leave Britain or integrate with the Muggles somewhere that have a forest nearby.”
Fenrir growled low, rubbing his temples. “Dammit. We can’t leave Britain; they’ve got the damn place locked down with Voldemort on the loose. It’s too dangerous to live in a populated area.”
“We won’t hurt the Muggles, Fenrir, not if there is a forest nearby.”
“But the area is unprotected. With so many of us, anyone could figure out what we are.” He growled. “Especially those damn Aurors.”
Harry popped up, eyes wide and bright with excitement. “You guys could stay here. It’s under a Fidelus charm and other spells so ancient and dark that no one would even think about trying to get in here without my permission. And there’s a forest not even two thousand meters (a little more than a mile) from here. And I have more money than I can spend in five lifetimes so there won’t be any financial issues. And both Remus and I know how to cook, so food is covered. And this place has more than enough rooms—”
“Okay, Harry, we get it.” Fenrir rolled his eyes fondly, then shared a look with Lance.
“It couldn’t hurt to try.” The other man shrugged and Fenrir sighed.
“You’re useless, Lance.” He glanced at Harry. “Sure, Harry, why not?”
“Great!” Harry jumped up and ran off to tell Remus. The light haired man didn’t take it quite so well.
“What?! Harry, what were you thinking?”
Harry glared. “I was thinking that my pack needed somewhere that’s protected to stay. Besides, Fenrir already agreed.”
“Harry, they can’t stay here.”
“You can’t tell me what to do. This is my house. I want them to stay here and Fenrir agreed, so they’re staying.”
Draco sidled up. “I am in agreement Harry. What if they left? Harry would go with them, because they are his pack. What are you going to do; join their pack? Would it not be better if they stayed, Remus?”
Remus clenched his teeth, but deflated. “I guess so. Don’t know why you told me, not like you care anymore.”
“Oh, Remus.” Harry giggled at the pouting werewolf. “It’s not that I don’t care, but I’m just trying to enforce the fact that I am a fully grown man who has probably had more responsibility in my left pinky finger than anyone else. People need to remember that, especially the ones closest to me.”
The older werewolf’s cheeks turned slightly pink at Harry’s pointed look. “Okay, okay. I understand. Merlin, you’re growing so fast.”
Harry grinned cheekily at Remus before skipping back over to Fenrir and Lance. The rugged Alpha looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.
“So I take it the little shit is with us?”
“Fen…” Harry whined with a frown. “Stop calling Remus that. It’s not nice at all. And yes, he’s on board.”
Fenrir snorted. “Imma keep callin’ him that until he stops actin’ like one.”
Harry sighed, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to change Fenrir’s mind. “Whatever. Are you going to tell the others we’re staying here, or am I going to have to rot away waiting?”
“Oh yeah.” By now, Fenrir was used to Harry’s strange comments. In fact, he secretly found it cute, but he’d kill himself before he told anyone that. He stood, clearing his throat, and everyone immediately went silent. “I’m sure y’all are aware of the problem with findin’ somewhere to live, but we worked it out. After talkin’ about it, me and Lance thought it would be best if we stay here. Harry is more than willin’ to lend us his place and cash. And it’s under a Fidelus charm, which damn near guarantees our safety. So get comfortable cuz we ain’t goin’ nowhere else.”
~oOo~
Harry hummed quietly as he prepared lunch from the leftovers he’d made from before. He figured they would need a lot of food, going by the way Fenrir and Remus ate. And maybe he would need to go grocery shopping soon. Or somehow convince Kreacher to go because he had a feeling Fenrir wasn’t letting him out of the house any time soon. He couldn’t explain it, but there was this tension between the two of them since Fenrir had seen his scars. He was glad Fenrir didn’t know who the Dursleys were and where they lived.
He looked up when he heard footsteps and found himself staring at three pissed female wolves. The brunette—Bryanna, he had to remember—stepped towards him.
“Okay, look. I get that you’re Harry Potter or whatever, and you managed to survive Fenrir’s bite, which puts you in a high position in the pack, but don’t think that means anything. Fenrir is mine, and so you can’t have him. I will be the one who has his pups, got it?”
The raven blinked, then shrugged. “Okay. I don’t know what gave you any idea that I was competition, but okay. Go for it.” He wiped his hands on his apron and took it off. “I think lunch is ready. I’ll just get the others.”
Bryanna and her two lackies followed Harry towards the living room. Just before he entered, however, Harry turned around and smirked at her.
“But I think that if Fenrir actually wanted you, Bryanna…” His voice was a deadly quiet hiss, just loud enough to carry to the trio of girls and into into the room. “Then he’d already be with you. Obviously, there’s something he sees that he doesn’t like. Keep that in mind.”
He gave them a cute, smug smile and entered the living room. Draco, seeing the smile, gave him a questioning look, but Harry shook his head. Honestly, he didn’t even know where that came from; it was this suddenly instinctive need that came from his gut. He beelined for Fenrir, waiting at the werewolf’s side until he finished his discussion and would give Harry his attention. Harry already knew that Fenrir knew he was there; Fenrir had told him that he had a distinct smell that was easy to pick out in a crowd. He didn’t have to wait long, because Lance decided to stop talking and smiled at Harry.
“Hey there, little Pup. How’re you liking the pack?”
Harry smiled, and though Lance didn’t notice the devious curl to Harry’s lips, Fenrir sure caught it. “Oh, everyone is very enjoyable.”
“That so?” Fenrir grunted, squinting at Harry.
“Don’t squint, Fenrir; it’ll mess up your eyes.”
Fenrir grumbled. “I’ll squint when I want to. Now what the hell do you want?”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Lunch is ready.”
“…oh.”
“Yeah.”
Somehow, through all the commotion as everyone sat down—the table had to be enlarged—Harry found himself between Fenrir and Bryanna. Fenrir sat at the head of the table, with Remus on the other end, and Harry was to his left, Lance to his right. Apparently, Bryanna was used to sitting beside Fenrir and was forced to take the next best thing when Fenrir made Harry sit next to him. The implication of the position of his seat was lost on Harry, but the rest of the pack gaped at Fenrir. The man himself was oblivious, having seemingly placed Harry beside him unconsciously.
The lunch was spent with everyone eating tensely. Bryanna was glaring continuously at Harry, partially because he was next to Fenrir, but also because his food was so fucking good and she didn’t even know how to cook. Harry was sending her smug looks in between his fascinating discussion with Lance on what Fenrir was like when they were younger. He and Fenrir were apparently childhood friends. Fenrir was oblivious to the tension, scowling and denying everything Lance said about him. Lance was painfully aware of the silent feud that was apparently going on between Harry and Bryanna, and kept sending worried glances between the two.
Everyone survived, however, and Harry got Kreacher to prepare rooms for everyone, as not every room in Grimmauld place was habitable quite yet and they would need room for everyone to live comfortably. Fenrir, Harry, and Lance spent the rest of the afternoon discussing construction on the manor, not only to accommodate the pack, but also to make the place seem less dreary and dank.
All-in-all, Harry believed it was a pretty good day. He got to meet the pack finally and they all seemed to like him—with the exception of the females naturally—and he even managed to, as the Muggles would say, hold his weight by providing the pack with a home. Even Draco and Remus were slowly being integrated into the pack, even if the former was human and the latter was a Loner. Draco more so than Remus, anyway, as the blonde found himself quite interested in Michal. According to him, Michal was just as equally interested and Fenrir apparently didn’t care if they had a fling. Pf course with the exception of if it became more than sex, Michal had permission to turn Draco if he was willing to take the risk. Harry was only almost three months younger and he turned out fine with Fenrir’s stronger, more potent bite; so Draco would more than likely be fine if they found themselves wanting more in a relationship in, at the most, the end of the year.
Harry bid everyone a goodnight with a smile on his face. He completely loved the pack, and he couldn’t help the tight ball of hope in his chest that was begging for a family. But everything seemed a little bit too good to be true and Harry couldn’t help the foreboding feeling that was creeping up on him that something was going to go wrong. Nothing good ever happened to him without something bad happening soon after. Sirius was a perfect example of that.
He was about to crawl into bed, already changed into his pajamas, when a knock on the door made him pause. “Yes? Come in!”
The door opened and Fenrir stepped inside, bluish silver eyes locked intensely on Harry. The raven fidgeted under the intense gaze, looking down when Fenrir closed the door behind him. Harry didn’t look up as Fenrir approached, and even turned his back when the man stopped in front of him. Fenrir rumbled.
“Pup, what’s going on between you and Bryanna?”
Harry’s eyes widened. “Why nothing at all, Fenrir, why would you even suggest that?”
Fenrir growled and forced Harry to turn around. “Don’t play dumb with me, Pup. She was glaring at you all goddamn day and you had this smug look.”
“That was her fault; she’s just a bitch.”
“She’s only a bitch when she has a reason to, Pup, meaning that you did something.”
Harry stepped back and glared at Fenrir. “Oh, I’m sorry she doesn’t like the fact that I fucking exist. I believe she took offense because I breathed the same air she did. She might not be a bitch to you, Fenrir, but she sure as hell is one to me.”
“What a bunch of—.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, Fenrir, and let me go to sleep.” Harry turned away, only to be pulled back by a growling Fenrir.
“Don’t turn the fuck away from me!”
“Well, what do you want me to do? I’m tired from a long day and you’re in here bitching to me about Bryanna.”
“If you just talked to her—.”
“I don’t want to talk to her!” Harry exploded. “Why are you so insistent on this anyway?!”
“Because, goddammit, Harry I want you to fit in the fucking pack!” Fenrir yelled, causing Harry’s eyes to widen.
“I fit in fine with the pack, Fenrir.” He began quietly, but deadly, eyes flashing Avada Kedavra green. “It’s just Bryanna and her cronies. I think everyone else likes me but them, so maybe you’re talking to the wrong fucking person.”
Fenrir’s eyes flashed darkly. “God fucking dammit, Harry.”
And then they were kissing. Harry immediately melted into Fenrir, loving the feeling of the man’s rough palm cupping his face, the strong arm around his waist that was lifting him up slightly. He threw his arms around Fenrir’s neck, pulling himself impossibly closer to the man. A growl rumbled from Fenrir’s chest, up his throat and into Harry. Harry shivered at the feeling and Fenrir kissed him harder.
When they finally pulled apart sometime later, both of them breathing hard, Harry could do nothing more than stare into Fenrir’s lust blown eyes. His pupils were so dilated that only a thin ring of molten silver surrounded the black circle, and his gaze was so hot that it caused Harry to tremble from the sheer pressure of it. He licked his lips, still tasting Fenrir on them.
“Wow…” The whisper slipped past his lips.
Fenrir smirked and kissed him again. The man took two steps forward and they fell on the bed together, the movement causing their lips to separate. Fenrir quickly rolled over before he crushed Harry, but the teen just rolled into Fenrir’s side and curled up there. The older werewolf wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist possessively.
“Fen…” Harry sighed, before exhaustion crept up on him and his eyes fluttered close.
It wasn’t until morning, when he woke up, that Harry realized that multiple times Fenrir had called him by his given name, instead of Pup.
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