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I Think I Found Something
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
19,558
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
A/N: I really like HPFG fics and I believe there aren’t enough of them out there.
Here is my contribution.
" Blabla "- talking
' Blabla '- thinking
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Harry felt the burning in his scar intensifying as he watched in growing horror as Wormtail brought the silver knife to his own hand.
Feeling the rats' breath on his face, he looked up just in time to see that same knife descending on his own arm.
He watched in an almost trance like state as the traitor collected his blood and deposited it in the boiling cauldron.
It seemed to Harry like an eternity, but was really only a mater of a few minutes, before Lord Voldemort was standing, once more.
Locking emerald-green with burning red, Harry, in a moment of pure clarity, knew in his heart that he was going to die.
The bound teen watched almost passively as the Dark Lord brought up his wand, ready to say those final words that will bring the end for The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Suddenly there was a commotion. Harry could hear someone calling to the Dark Lord. For a moment Harry thought the Aurors had arrived to his rescue, but that hope shattered when a tall and muscular man, with wild silver hair approached the two and bowed in respect to Voldemort.
"Why do you sssstop me Greyback?" the hissing voice of the Dark Lord sounded surprisingly calm.
"I may have a better way of punishing the Light then killing their precious Golden-Boy, a way that will also benefit our ranks greatly, if the war won't come to an end when the Light finds out they have lost their hero."
Harry looked up. In front of him stood the man who had ruined the life of Remus and countless others.
"What isss your sssuggessstion, Fenrir?"
"I believe that turning Mr. Potter here and mating with him will be a blow the Light side will not be able to recover from. After all, their own anti-werewolves laws and their prejustice ways will put them at odds with their hero."
Greybacks' words hit Harry like cold water.
Be turned into a werewolf? Mating?
'This can't be happening!' Harry thought in desperation.
"I find merit in your sssuggessstion of turning him, but why mating. He iss not bad looking but you can find sssso much better, Luciusss ssson, for example or any other" the Dark Lord inquired, a bewildered expression on his snake-like face.
'Yes, so much better, you don’t want a scrawny little thing like me, Malfoy is much prettier then me and- wait, did I just thought Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, pretty? I officially lost it…' while Harrys' thoughts ran away with him, he did not hear the conversation between Voldi and Fenrir continue.
"I do not want the Malfoy boy. He does not have what I am looking for. This boy here has the genes to become a true submissive, I can smell it. He is a bearer and can carry to term pure werewolves' cubs, my cubs, and your supporters."
A pensive expression came to the Dark Lords' face before he nodded his head and with a swish of his wand he released the bindings holding Harry to the headstone.
Startled to feel the ropes disappear, Harry had no time to think before two strong arms encircled his waist and a feeling of being sucked through a narrow tube overcame his senses.
Here is my contribution.
" Blabla "- talking
' Blabla '- thinking
==================================================
Harry felt the burning in his scar intensifying as he watched in growing horror as Wormtail brought the silver knife to his own hand.
Feeling the rats' breath on his face, he looked up just in time to see that same knife descending on his own arm.
He watched in an almost trance like state as the traitor collected his blood and deposited it in the boiling cauldron.
It seemed to Harry like an eternity, but was really only a mater of a few minutes, before Lord Voldemort was standing, once more.
Locking emerald-green with burning red, Harry, in a moment of pure clarity, knew in his heart that he was going to die.
The bound teen watched almost passively as the Dark Lord brought up his wand, ready to say those final words that will bring the end for The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Suddenly there was a commotion. Harry could hear someone calling to the Dark Lord. For a moment Harry thought the Aurors had arrived to his rescue, but that hope shattered when a tall and muscular man, with wild silver hair approached the two and bowed in respect to Voldemort.
"Why do you sssstop me Greyback?" the hissing voice of the Dark Lord sounded surprisingly calm.
"I may have a better way of punishing the Light then killing their precious Golden-Boy, a way that will also benefit our ranks greatly, if the war won't come to an end when the Light finds out they have lost their hero."
Harry looked up. In front of him stood the man who had ruined the life of Remus and countless others.
"What isss your sssuggessstion, Fenrir?"
"I believe that turning Mr. Potter here and mating with him will be a blow the Light side will not be able to recover from. After all, their own anti-werewolves laws and their prejustice ways will put them at odds with their hero."
Greybacks' words hit Harry like cold water.
Be turned into a werewolf? Mating?
'This can't be happening!' Harry thought in desperation.
"I find merit in your sssuggessstion of turning him, but why mating. He iss not bad looking but you can find sssso much better, Luciusss ssson, for example or any other" the Dark Lord inquired, a bewildered expression on his snake-like face.
'Yes, so much better, you don’t want a scrawny little thing like me, Malfoy is much prettier then me and- wait, did I just thought Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, pretty? I officially lost it…' while Harrys' thoughts ran away with him, he did not hear the conversation between Voldi and Fenrir continue.
"I do not want the Malfoy boy. He does not have what I am looking for. This boy here has the genes to become a true submissive, I can smell it. He is a bearer and can carry to term pure werewolves' cubs, my cubs, and your supporters."
A pensive expression came to the Dark Lords' face before he nodded his head and with a swish of his wand he released the bindings holding Harry to the headstone.
Startled to feel the ropes disappear, Harry had no time to think before two strong arms encircled his waist and a feeling of being sucked through a narrow tube overcame his senses.