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Mourning's Doves	By : Remarkable Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Well folks, almost done, even if it doesn't seem like it, I do wrap it up in one more chapter. Please hang in there and thanks for reading and reviewing!

Chapter 7

Mooney took his time going home. A lifetime's culmination of resistance to his very being, coupled with the extreme adrenaline rush and subsequent kill of his own maker, had rendered him very weak. It had been a fight he couldn't afford to lose, but also one he'd paid dearly to finish.

The reunion he received upon arrival was nothing short of histrionic. Less than twenty-four hours before the full moon, Severus was beside himself with joy at his arrival, barking, licking and fawning all over him. Hermione wriggled with delight, shivering with pleasure when Severus, unable to get Mooney to respond to his sexual machinations, turned to her and fucked the living daylights out of her until they all collapsed in a big pile for the remainder of the day.

Mooney seemed to gain some last minute strength just being near the love and warmth of his makeshift pack. He had a strong urge to protect them, knowing the great change about to take place. With a slow, hypnotic cadence, he brought the two around to face him as they woke. Lost in the Alpha's eyes, they were hypnotized as his strong head moved side to side, side to side, entranced in his canine vision. And thus, Mooney brought their full wolves to the human fore of their minds to take over. It was an extremely rare thing and the human minds were very, very glad their Alpha had had the foresight to lock them all in so securely

Mooney barked, delighted when they answered him in kind, fully wolfy in human form. It was glorious. Thus, the naming ritual had begun.

Hermione's wolf decided she liked the name Sheelah. It was playful, and she laughed, explaining it was a human term for females in Australia, where the human witch had relocated her parents. The other two wolves laughed as well, aware that the witch was in for a violent memory shock when she awoke but uncaring, taking care of only the business at hand.

Mooney had christened Snape's wolf Scar. He hated it. He growled and nipped and protested but in the end, was stuck with what his Alpha crowned him as. Fucking bastard. Mooney just sneered and laughed before mounting him into submission.

It was the business of wolves. They danced the sacred mating ritual, eating, sleeping and mating, in rapid succession for the remainder of their time in hjman form.. The room was extremely pungent with their excretions until Sheelah finally had had enough of the marking and Scourgified the lot of them wandlessly. The males were furious and fucked her quite thoroughly for her insubordination.

The night of the transformation, something palpable had changed. Sheelah was restless, prowling back and forth in the lair, itching to get out. The males sat back on their haunches and watched her through hooded eyes. They would both have her again prior to their changing. It was the full moon tonight, and a harvest moon at that : a good omen.

Mooney knew she was pregnant, but sensed she might still be fertile for one more. You could never be too careful, ensuring your seed was carried on. Scar sensed it too, trying to edge out Mooney to get on top of her first but he was beat out by the stronger, bigger wizard and had to finish after Mooney had come twice more, locked inside the yowling woman.

Scar stayed inside of her much longer than necessary, having to be dragged off of her exhausted body so she could eat and sleep.

All three of them had not taken the potion. That night, Mooney claimed Sheelah for his mate, and Scar bit her as the secondary, reveling in her submission but surprised by her strength, as well. The noise was horrific, but surprisingly they did not mate after that. All in all, the actual claiming went well. Scar was not completely satisfied. He could sense it was a healing, if slightly traumatic, moment for Sheelah and the human female inside, in particular, but something was off about the way Mooney had gone about it, as if Scar were and equal instead of his subordinate. It didn't sit right with the wolf, and as much as he tried to shake it off, that niggling instinct of something not being quite right, just wouldn't leave him alone.

They all three slept through the night after the claiming, transforming initially without pain or Wolfsbane. A peace unlike they'd ever shared settled over them, sleeping that of dreamless, sated rest. All three transformed back during slumber, just as painlessly and easily.

Severus woke first, sated and sore, leaning over to brush Hermione's wild hair from her cheek. He knew she'd have a rough week ahead of her from the claiming and her pregnancy in addition to her memories, but he had prepared potions to help her with that so she could rest. He would feed her well and guard her with his life. The children/cubs she carried might well be his, and even if they were only that of his Alpha's, still considered his own.

It was when he rolled in the other direction, laying his lips upon Remus that he felt the stiff coldness and staring eyes, sightlessly looking back at him from beyond life's thin veil.

“Remus?” he muttered, the obvious before him but his senses confused. “Remus? Mooney? I can't smell you. Wake up, and quit your bloody tricks. I'm in no mood for your shit today.”

The body lay cold and silent as a tomb. It was then it hit him – Remus was dead.

He hopped up on all fours, howling his shattering misery to the room and rousing his other mate. Shaken to the core, Hermione was still confused by her transformation and the wild fluctuations combined with the flood of her former, painful life upon her.

Her wolf's instincts took over and she, too, howled her grief, burying her nose in Remus' shoulder and shaking him hard.

“He's dead! He's dead! You killed him! How could you!” she screamed, leaping for Severus only to have him hold her down and snarl in her face.

“I didn't kill him you fucking twit. He was already dead when I awoke!”

“OH God! Severus, what are we going to do?”

She rocked against him, shock and disbelief taking over as she slumped into his arms, barely able to hold them both upright on the bed.

It was morning, they were mourning, and a mourning dove lit on the high window and cooed it's good morning.

They sat with his body in the stinking cell and rocked and cried, their wolves unable to let go of the pack leader Hermione had never really gotten to know in that capacity. The two tiny lives in her belly swirled, oblivious to their mother's grief, loss, and return of painful memories, instead slowly finding their way to her womb and implanting themselves there. The wheel of life turned.

Do not despair! All will be well.....
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