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Punishment	By : Holly Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 91200 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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A/N This story is dedicated to Dreamer27 who wrote 'A mate to two Werewolves' which originally gave me the idea for this. Although I have made this story my own and changed some major plot points there are still shades of her original unfinished story. She has now given me her permission to us her idea, for which I am most grateful. Here is a link to the original story. http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600022169

The hunt was closing in on it's prey, he had taken seven dominants with him for this hunt, to bring down the biggest steer in the forest. They had kept him alive as breeding stock but he was now getting past his prime and sooner or later one of the younger stags would make a play for him and then he would be wasted. They closed around drawing the net tighter around the beast. Fenir could feel the growl starting low in his throat, he suppressed it and crouched down on the ground, his fingers placed lightly on the ground and balanced on the balls of his feet. The rest of his hunters followed suit, none of them stirring, waiting for the order from their alpha. He looked around them to make sure that the trap was set and let out a resounding bark which echoed around the glade, reverberating off the trees. Three dominants dove into the circle from different sides, lunging at the steer whilst the rest held the perimeter encase it broke loose. One of the attackers was thrown to the floor and quickly rolled away to avoid being gored by the stag's impressive antlers. It broke away from the attack only to be stopped by the enclosing circle around it. Fenir barked again and the rest of the hunters bounded into action, bringing the stag down quickly. A quick bite to the throat and it was over, the stag was no more and would now feed his pack for some days. He and another two of the dominants picked up the steer on their shoulders and plodded back to the rest of the pack triumphantly.

It took them around half an hour to reach the perimeter of their small camp. It used to be mostly made up of small canvas tents with a few thatched huts springing up here and there, showing their enforced nomadic lifestyle. Now they had become more settled the tents became fewer and the huts more impressive. The far side was dominated by a large cave which had first housed the pack when there had been only a few of them, hunted down to near extinction by the old ministry.

The pack was thriving now, their numbers bolstered by disintegrating packs from further south as the war reached it's peak, until finally the war was over and the pack sported an impressive ten doms and seven subs. A pack so large would have been difficult to support in the old days but now, with the treaty between the Dark Lord and the wolves in place, bought and paid for with the blood of many a wolf, the forests were now theirs. It had only been two years since that accord was signed but already some four cubs had been born, with one now on the verge of maturity, and there was another on the way. All of them healthy and happy without the need to fear for their lives for just existing. Three of the four cubs ran out to greet them, whilst the eldest, Luc, tried contain his excitement and look mature, walking nonchalantly towards them. Luc was very obviously dominant and although they would appreciate his addition to the hunt, his maturity would cause problems. Unmated doms were notoriously difficult and with Luc's addition they would have five, with himself six. They would need to do something before too long or they would start loosing them to other packs with a better supply of sub's or worse, there could be infighting between the members of his own pack. Of the other children two were showing every sign of being dominate and the other was too young tell. Submissive's were rare, especially in turned wolves, which they had been using to bolster their numbers for many years, and each one was precious but if the shortage continued there might be kidnappings or worse, rapes. Fenir, shook to gloomy thoughts from his head and watched as the children played with the other dominates. Two of them, Pelim and Rich, were dragging French towards the meeting circle in the centre of the village, badgering him to play a tune on his whistle, whilst Heps, the second eldest pup who looked to be the only female dominate of the pack, was bouncing along beside her father, Bej, asking question after question about the hunt.

The pups were accompanied by a sub, a female by the name of Tempar. She had been with the pack since her pack had been destroyed. Her mate, Ram, had become one of his most trusted dominates in the short time he had been with the pack. They were a quiet couple reserved but very fiery when provoked, which they normally did to each other. Tempar fell into step with the Alpha, as he watched the jollity.

"My Alpha, you have guests back at the cave." she said, her voice low and secretive.

"Who are they?"

"The Dark Lord and five others, six in total, at least one is their prisoner." Fenir nodded and barked to his hunting party. They stopped immediately and turned to him.

“Bej, Matty and Blue, take the hunt back to the circle for the sub’s to prepare, Tempar, you go with them.” She inclined her head slighty, “Claw, Han, Nero and French” the three unmated doms and Claw, his second in command, stood to attention, French trying to ignore the insistent small tugs from his side as the youngest pup, Rich, tried to get his attention. “come with me, we have honored guests.” French shooed the two children off towards Tempar and fell into step with Fenir and the others, forming a triangle behind him. They strode towards the cave entrance, their sweaty bodies glinting against the setting sun.

The five men were sheltering in the cave when they arrived. Three of them came out to meet them, Lord Voldemort and two henchmen, one was possibly a Malfoy but he didn't pay much attention to the current politics in the Wizarding world. Fenir gave him a quick salute, tapping his fist across his body to his shoulder, an actioned which was mimicked by the dominates behind him.

"Ah Fenir, so nice of you to join us. I trust your hunt was successful?"

"It was, My Lord. To what do we owe this visit?"

"I have a gift for you." Fenir's eyebrow raised slightly and The Dark Lord inclined his head towards the two Death Eaters remaining in the cave. The unspoken command bought them out, dragging a small unconscious body between them. The boy was young but unremarkable in looks but his smell hit Fenir instantly, it was sweet and juicy, making his mouth water and his wolf fight for freedom. It was a sub, a powerful sub, a mate worthy of him. He fought quickly for control and managed barely to keep himself from pouncing. The rest of his dominants were clearly having trouble as they started to move forward, growls lodged in their throats, staring at the delectable treat which had been pulled out in front of them, even Claw who was devoted to his mate, Namile, was visibly edging towards the cave mouth. Fenir let off a sharp bark which shocked the others back into line, although there still some who were eyeing each other suspiciously to see who they would have to fight for possession over the submissive in front of them. Voldemort laughed slightly and moved down towards the dominants. "I got the same reaction from some visiting wolves at my palace when he was bought to me. It seems that he is a delectable treat but then I would hold off judgment if I were you? Not everything is as good as it smells." He lifted up the head of the unconscious sub by his hair to reveal the infamous scar of Harry Potter. Fenir’s growl became slightly more aggressive. Nothing was ever easy in this world, his sub was the figure head of everything he despised in the human world, the Aurors, the rebels, they all stood behind his banner, fought in his name. Still that smell spoke of a different person. Not a wizard but a wolf in everything but body. If they could could take him from the Dark Lord alive he would make a fine addition to the pack, although judging from the reactions of the dominants he might end up with a small riot on his hands.

“How did you manage to capture him, My Lord?”

“The strangest thing, he just waltzed into my castle. Still gave me some small trouble extracting the locations of the rebels from his mind but otherwise a model prisoner." The Dark Lord ruffled the boy's hair condescendingly before removing his hand and wiping it on one of his henchmen's shoulders. The Dark Lord's demeanour was a lot lighter than the last time Fenir had seen him. It had been around six months after the ministry had fallen and the resistance was making itself known in the most destructive way but the Dark Lord had released him from the fight with his treaty safely in hand. The forests were now theirs and any who wronged the werewolf race would be theirs to punish, just as they would hand over any traitor to the crown to the ruler of the human world.

"Does this mean that the rebellion is over?" The Dark Lord leaned his neck to one side thoughtfully.

"Not yet but it will not be long until they are crushed. They have lost their greatest weapon and the location of their bases, when I cracked his mind… Which reminds me" he held his hand out to one of his subordinates and was handed a piece of parchment. "this is the locations of some of their encampments within your forest, if you could scout them and inform my agents what you find?" Fenir nodded and barked, passing the parchment to Claw.

"I am glad to know that the rebellion will soon be quashed and the wolves of my pack will always be at your disposal. What do you plan on doing with the sub now, My Lord?"

"Well I have finished so I no longer have any need of him so I am giving him to you as a gift, in accordance with our treaty." Fenir gave him a quizzical look. "He has committed a crime against the werewolf nation and so he belongs to you."

"What crime has he committed against us. I have not heard of any packs falling to the rebellion?"

"It was not the rebellion but he himself, although I am afraid you will have to question him yourself about the details, I am afraid even from his broken mind I could not rip them from him. He has murdered an ex ember of your pack." Fenir turned to the sub and growled low in his throat, a sound which was repeated by the others behind him. Murder of another wolf was an unforgivable crime, especially as their numbers had dwindled, it was even frowned upon to take a life from a different pack or in mating disputes.

"Who did he kill?" Fenir's voice was low and dangerous, just being around this sub bought his wolf to the surface, the wild uncontrollable part of him, driven by instinct and desire. Right now even that was torn between pouncing on the sub and ripping his jugular out with his teeth or fucking him into the floor.

"One Remus Lupin. I believe that even though he was marked as a traitor he was your issue?" Fenir nodded, his teeth bared.

"He was ours to deal with. What would you have us do with him?"

"Anything you want. He is yours to do with as you please." Fenir gave him a dubious look. "Let us just say that my justice seems to link very nicely with your own. I see no reason to waste any more of my time on a weak child." Fenir gave him a short bow of his head. "Well, our task here is complete so we will depart. The child will remain asleep for another three or so hours. It has been stimulating conversation as always, Fenir. Do enjoy your gift!" With a flippant waving of his hand he and the four other men disappartated. Fenir stared at the slumped pile on the floor for a moment before motioning to Claw and Han, who promptly picked up the young sub by his arms, Fenir turned on his heel and stalked back to the village centre, followed by his dominants dragging the sleeping sub between them.
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