A Vampire's Soul

A Vampire’s Soul, chapter thirteen

Pairings: Harry/Draco, slight Harry/Ron/Hermione, Ron/Hermione, somewhat Harry/Remus, Harry/others

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Vampires, so there’s blood mentioned; Slash; some Het, and multi-partners. Heed these warnings.

Words: About 5,700

Notes: Trying to do things different in this fic than others. This is pre-HBP. More notes at bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and its characters, nor do I own anything from Dracula.

Chapter written: April 20th, 2007

.-.

The next morning, Snape arrived with a goblet of Wolfsbane Potion. Tonight was the night of the full moon. After Harry had filled his stomach with the breakfast that Mrs. Weasley made (she insisted that Remus rest and prepare himself for his transformation), he quietly walked to Remus’s bedroom door and knocked.

There was no answer. Harry thought maybe Remus was taking a nap, but last he saw Remus he didn’t look sleepy at all. Harry knocked again, and this time he finally got a response. He opened the door a crack.

“Can I speak to you?”

Remus sighed heavily. “If you must.”

Harry swiftly and silently entered, shutting the door behind him softly. It wasn’t noon yet, but Harry still moaned longingly at the sight of the comfortable looking bed Remus was sitting on. He crossed the room, determined not to think of sleep right now, but the business at hand.

“Remus,” Harry said softly, touching Remus’s shoulder. “Let me come with you.”

“What?” said Remus, finally looking up at Harry, astonished.

“I can turn into a wolf now,” explained Harry. “Let me be with you when you transform. I’ll help you get through it.”

Remus shook his head, frown on his face. “No, Harry… I don’t want you risking your life…”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. It’s been a while since the last time you had company during your transformation, hasn’t it?”

“You don’t understand!” Remus exclaimed, standing abruptly. He was only a few inches taller than Harry, but his glare made him seem even more so. Harry had to take a step back. “I could still rip you to pieces.”

“When you take the Wolfsbane potion, you’ll be tame; therefore, you won’t hurt me—especially since I’ll be a wolf too.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Remus snarled. He strode to the window and looked out, gazing at nothing in particular. “I’m a werewolf and you’re a vampire . . . it doesn’t matter if you’re a Daywalker and that you’ll be with me in the form of a wolf . . . I’d still try to harm you.”

“All because I’m a vampire?”

“Yes!” Remus exasperated, throwing his hands up into the air. “Do you really want to get into a fight with a werewolf? Believe me, Harry, it won’t matter if you’re a wolf also and that I’m tamer because of the potion. You’ll be a strange wolf, in my territory, and I’ll know that you’re a vampire.”

“But we know each other,” said Harry, perplexed. “You’ll know it’s me, right?”

“I can’t take that chance, Harry… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I kill you all because I’d want . . . because you wanted to keep me company.”

“So you DO want me with you.”

“I am not arguing with you about this, Harry. You’re not coming with me; you’re staying here to keep everyone’s hopes alive. End of discussion!”

Remus turned his back on Harry, looking up at the cloudy sky. The days were getting colder as September was ending.

Harry wanted to say something to Remus, wanted to tell him that no matter what he said, Harry was still going to go with him. At the moment, he knew it was futile. He’ll just have to wait until the very last minute and force Remus to take him with.

.-.

“I don’t have to separate you two, do I?” said Snape as Harry walked by him. Snape was leaning back against the cupboard under the stairs, arms folded over his chest, and looking down his nose at Harry.

Slowly, Harry turned around and did his best at keeping his face neutral. “Eavesdropping again, I see. That really is a nasty habit of yours, Snape.”

“I could say the same about your biting habit, but we don’t need to get into that, do we?” Snape said, moving away from the cupboard and stopping within an inch from Harry. “I would advise that you don’t attach yourself too closely to Lupin.”

“Why?” said Harry, feeling his insides boil again.

“Because a vampire and a werewolf cannot be friends.”

“Says you!” Harry snarled.

“Yes, says me,” said Snape smugly, “and all the other professionals.”

“Professionals?” said Harry, exasperated. “Ha! Since when are you a professional on vampires and werewolves?”

Snape’s eyes gleamed. “Have you forgotten that I was your last Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? I know for a fact that vampires, even Daywalkers, and werewolves don’t get along very well and are a recipe for disaster if they’re together in the same living space for too long.”

“Remus has been living here with me just fine!”

“But not in the same room for a long period of time. Incidentally, Lupin has his own place to go to should anything happen. He knows as well as I do that he can’t be around you for too long.” Snape lowered his voice. “He gets urges, and not the good kind of urges, either. These are urges to bite and scratch and kill.”

“Even if he drinks his potion?”

“I’m sure it doesn’t matter if he’s had his potion.”

“But it’s never been tested, has it?”

“Potter, I’m warning you . . . DO NOT even try testing it! One of you may end up killing the other. We can’t afford you dying just yet; you do know this, yes? And I refuse to hear your bellyaching if you’re the one that ends up doing the killing.”

“I won’t kill him!”

“That’s what you say now, now that you’re out here away from him. Just wait, Potter . . . you’ll be hating his guts if you’re locked in the same room he is.”

“Remus and I have gotten into a fight before, but we’ve quickly made up. I’m sure that if we do end up in some kind of fight, it won’t last.”

Snape took out his wand and pointed it at Harry’s chest. “Last warning, Potter. If you leave with Lupin tonight, I will hunt you down and drag you back here.”

“You do, and I’ll suck you dry,” Harry snarled.

“And kill me? My, my, you’re becoming quite evil, Potter…”

“I’M NOT EVIL!” Harry knocked Snape’s wand out of his hand and pushed him away. Snape flew back and hit the cupboard behind him, rattling the entire stairway.

“Harry?”

Harry and Snape froze mid-step. They were about to lunge at one another. Harry slowly turned his head to see Bill Weasley standing there, staring.

“Um…”

“Is there something wrong?” said Bill.

“Lots of things,” said Snape, picking up his wand. “But I doubt anyone can help Potter. He’ll always be temperamental.”

Harry heard the slight emphasis at the end of the sentence and he glared heatedly at Snape. If he’d been thousands of years older, he would have been able to set Snape on fire with just his mind. He tried to do it anyway, but wasn’t having any luck.

“My mum was wondering if you were staying for lunch,” said Bill. He gave Harry a quick glance before returning to Snape.

“I actually had plans, but if Potter doesn’t keep his ungrateful arse here, then I may need to stay to make sure he does.”

Anger coursing through him, Harry had to look away and take a few deep breaths. He set his mind into gear, trying to think of a way to bring his plan into action. Cunning determination was what he needed now, not stubbornness.

“Look,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t worry about me; I won’t go. I decided that it’s not worth being around that werewolf anyway. He’s always treating me like a baby, and I’m getting rather sick of it. So, don’t bother staying around for lunch, or dinner either, in fact. I’m not going with Remus.”

“Glad to see you’re finally using that thing between your ears,” sneered Snape. He nodded at Bill, and then stalked away. Harry stared after him, still breathing heavily. For a moment, Harry thought he felt a slight pang in his chest, but when he paused in his breathing and put his hand over where his heart was located, he felt nothing.

“All right?” said Bill.

Harry let out his breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. There are days when I wish I could just suck Snape dry, but then he might become my Blood Doll, and I wouldn’t want that.”

Bill chuckled. “I think that would be up to you. If you didn’t want Ron and Hermione as your Blood Dolls anymore, I think you’d be able to let them go as long as you don’t bite them again.”

“I don’t want them to stay my Blood Dolls,” said Harry. They walked into the sitting room, which was empty at the time. The fireplace was crackling with life, and it made Harry wonder if Snape used the Floo already or if he were taking his sweet time leaving.

“I know that this is a trying time for you right now, Harry,” said Bill as they sat down. “If Ron and Hermione weren’t feeling up to it tonight, I would gladly volunteer to give you some of my blood.”

Harry looked over at Bill in surprise. “You’re joking.”

Bill shook his head. “Nope, not joking,” he smiled. “That is, if you’re all right with it. I know, from what I’ve heard, that a vampire can get pretty attached to its Blood Dolls. You’re probably craving their blood at this moment and not thinking of taking anyone else’s.”

Harry pursed his lips until they were white. “Actually, I wasn’t thinking about taking their blood right now . . . I’m too worried about Remus.”

Bill nodded. “I know what you mean. I’m worried about him too. Still, he’s been through this for how long now? I’m sure he’s used to it.”

“Yes, but he must still get lonely; especially after the transformation is over with.”

“He’ll cope. Tonks goes to see him sometimes, when she’s not busy at the Ministry or doing Order things.”

“Oh,” said Harry. He had forgotten about Tonks. Vaguely he wondered if Tonks had told Remus about him biting her. If she did, though, it didn’t seem like Remus cared, since he hadn’t brought it up.

“Ah well, you wouldn’t want to be with Remus tonight anyway; you haven’t had much blood lately, have you? You might not have enough strength to take Remus on if you end up fighting, or keep him in line.”

Bill didn’t think he could do it? Harry gripped the arm of the sofa hard and grit his teeth. He was about to retort when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin; Bill leaned in close, a half-smile on his face.

“Did I startle you again? I’m sorry. I guess I’ve gotten stealthier since Greyback mauled me.”

Harry growled in his throat. “Greyback, that son-of-a-bitch…”

Bill laughed. “You know what? He probably is!”

Harry smirked, one fang glowing in the firelight. Although it was chilly outside, and there was a possible chance of snow, Harry couldn’t feel the cold. The fire burning brightly in the hearth, however, was giving off enough heat that enabled Harry to actually feel it; it was similar to the warmth he felt when he was lying on top of Malfoy.

Harry’s stomach roiled at the mere thought of Malfoy, and the heat that radiated off him. He sat there, cheeks ablaze, until a cool hand covered his forehead. He gasped and jumped in surprise.

“All right there, Harry? You’re actually flushed. I didn’t think Daywalkers could get this warm.”

Harry nodded. “Oh, yeah… there are certain things that make me… er, us warm.” He brought his eyes up to Bill’s. The glittering blue in those eyes couldn’t keep his attention for long, and soon he was staring at Bill’s neck.

“I see what you’re staring at,” whispered Bill. He lifted his chin. “You want this, don’t you?”

Harry stared. Bill’s neck glowed from the dancing flames, and Harry drooled a little from the mere sight of it. Bill’s neck was almost like Ron’s, except it looked more mature and meatier. Harry moved forward enough so that he could inhale Bill’s scent deeply. He sighed in bliss, eyes fluttering shut. If Bill didn’t mind that he took his blood, then why not? He did need the energy to transform tonight when he was with Remus.

“Bill, I…”

“It’s all right, Harry,” said Bill softly. “Go ahead. I’m letting you.”

Harry tried not to grin too smugly as he leaned forward. The monster inside him wanted it right now, this very moment, but Harry pulled at the monster’s leash and told it to behave; he wanted this to last.

He pushed at Bill gently, and Bill got the hint immediately. Bill laid back on the sofa, head tilted, arm up above his head, and leg up and touching Harry’s back. Harry threaded his fingers through those long locks of red hair as he kissed and licked around Bill’s neck, not minding the scars. Bill shivered and placed a hand on Harry’s head.

“Like men better than women, do you?” he whispered.

“Both,” said Harry. He nipped and licked underneath Bill’s jaw. “Flesh is flesh, and love is love.”

“And blood is blood, right?” grinned Bill. He sighed and melted more into the sofa when Harry sucked at a sensitive spot.

“Oh, yes,” moaned Harry. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Bill wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “Do you always play with your victims first before you suck them?”

“Mmm,” said Harry, a shiver going through him. He was beginning to feel warmer, and it wasn’t from the fire. “I don’t think you’re a victim, Bill… you’re a willing participate.”

“I know,” said Bill. “Just sounded sexier.”

Harry kissed and licked more of Bill’s neck, groin stirring and breathing laboring. “You’re sexy, Bill,” he groaned. “Just plain sexy…”

“Just make sure you’re only biting me,” Bill panted, shifting his weight under Harry. Harry could tell that Bill was hard.

“Why?” asked Harry. “You like it.”

“Because I’m a married man, remember?” Bill smiled, rubbing Harry’s back.

“Damn,” mumbled Harry. “Well, perhaps some day Fleur wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“You’re wicked!” Bill laughed.

Harry grabbed the small ponytail amongst all the loose hair and yanked Bill’s head back. He licked at a pulse point a few more times, making sure that was where he wanted to bite.

“Maybe I am… just a little,” said Harry. His fangs grew, vibrating hungrily with need, and then sank them deeply into Bill’s neck.

.-.

Nighttime was drawing near, and Harry double-checked everything before being satisfied. He left the Horcruxes on the dresser in his room, looked at his watch, made sure Bill was still resting well, and slowly made his way out the room and down the stairs.

Remus was standing by the front door, preparing to leave. Harry had wondered why Remus wasn’t leaving via the Floo Network, but Hermione had told him that Remus wasn’t in the mood to use it. Harry didn’t count on Remus to be the sort to not like traveling by Floo Powder, but he guessed that when it was this close to the full moon, Remus’s aggressive side came out to play more often.

Silently, Harry went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of his stag blood, and gulped it down. Although he was full of Bill’s pure blood, he didn’t want to take the chance of not having enough energy to make his plan work. Finished, he nonchalantly made his way to where Remus was standing. Mrs. Weasley was trying to act like a mother toward him, but Remus was waving it off and his pleasant demeanor helped placate her. Harry was glad she didn’t know about him biting Bill yet.

“All right, but try not to gnaw on yourself too much,” said Mrs. Weasley to Remus. “You have your bones there for a reason.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Weasley,” said Harry. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bite himself at all.”

Remus rounded on him so fast, Harry thought he was going to attack him. Harry raised his hands in a defensive manner.

“We discussed this!” Remus snarled. “You’re not coming with me!”

“As far as I’m concern,” said Harry gently, “we didn’t finish discussing it. You only thought the discussion was over.”

He had never seen Remus look so angry before in his life. He thought for sure that Remus would explode on the spot, so Harry gently put his arms around Remus and drew him in a tight embrace. Remus stood there, stunned, as Harry held him. Their faces were an inch apart and Harry’s eyes glowed in a way that Remus recognized. Harry was filled completely with energy, and Remus was getting weaker by the moment as daylight began to ebb away. There was no way that Remus had enough strength to win now.

“I promise you,” said Harry softly, “that if things get too bad while we’re together, I’ll transform into a bat and leave you alone. I swear.”

“It’s—it’s too risky, Harry…” said Remus, his voice rough from panting as he tried to reign in his anger. “You’re a vampire, I’m a werewolf… it’s a given that we’ll rip each other to pieces.”

“We won’t,” said Harry. “And do you know why? Because we have human souls, and we’re not monsters.”

Remus stilled, staring into Harry’s eyes. The anger in them disappeared quickly and was replaced with something soft. As Harry leaned forward, he hoped that Tonks was nowhere close by or that Mrs. Weasley won’t tell her what she was about to witness.

“We’re not… monsters…” Remus whispered before their lips met in a soft, casual kiss.

It ended sooner than Harry liked, but there was no time, and no privacy, to get into that sort of thing. Harry smiled at Remus and Remus flushed. Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat.

“I do hope that you two don’t do any more than that,” she said. “Tonks would be devastated.”

“Molly, I already told you, Tonks and I aren’t too serious right now.”

“Yes, but…”

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. Weasley,” said Harry. “Kissing and hugging is a way that calms the monster that lurks inside us.”

Remus raised his eyebrow at Harry, but Harry refused to deter from his explanation.

“It’s like that for werewolves as well?” said Mrs. Weasley, confused.

Harry nodded, a trusting smile on his face. “Indeed, it is. When I had kissed Remus before…”

“You kissed him before?” said Mrs. Weasley, shocked.

“Yes,” said Harry simply. “And we discovered that both of our monsters calmed down afterwards.”

Remus gave Harry a look, but Harry wasn’t paying attention.

Mrs. Weasley sighed. “Well, then… don’t let Tonks find out.”

“Right,” smiled Harry. Remus rolled his eyes.

“You better get going, then,” said Mrs. Weasley. “Remember, don’t hurt each other too badly…”

Harry and Remus’s goodbyes were too long for their liking, but soon they were out of Grimmauld Place, arm in arm, and Apparating away.

.-.

“Interesting lie you told Molly,” said Remus as he laid his jacket over the back of his armchair. They were at the place Remus called home. It wasn’t decorated much, and there wasn’t as much furniture as there was at Grimmauld Place. Harry stared at a picture that was hanging next to the fireplace when Remus had spoke.

“Oh,” said Harry. “You mean about your monster calming down from kisses too?” He grinned, in spite of himself. “I’m not so sure if that was a complete lie. You did calm down, after all.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t work that way for me all the time.”

Harry pointed at the picture. “Are these your parents?”

Remus walked over to stand next to Harry. “Yeah. That was taken before I was bitten. Two years later, when my father found out, he wanted a divorce from my mother.”

“Your father was against werewolves that badly?”

Remus frowned. “Well, he was a Muggle. I guess he would have been all right if I were just a wizard, but a werewolf as well? That was the last straw for him.”

“I’m sorry,” said Harry. He brought his eyes back to the picture to ogle the man in it. You couldn’t tell from the picture that the man would be the kind to leave his own wife and child.

“Don’t worry about it, Harry,” said Remus as he wandered back to sit in his armchair. “It was years ago; I’m over it.”

Harry turned his head to look at Remus. “Are you, really? It doesn’t seem that way to me.”

Remus sighed sadly. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. Let’s just try figuring out how we’re going to do this… the room that is supposed to be my bedroom is located at the other side of the house. It’s protected by spells and the door has iron bolts. The only way I would be able to get out is if I’m human. It was made in a specific way so that a werewolf couldn’t manage to open the door.”

“Nice,” said Harry.

“Uh, since you mentioned turning into a bat if things got too crazy, I remembered this bat house that I had bought a while ago. I bought it to hang in the backyard because I wanted the bats to make a nest in it instead of my attic.”

Harry smirked. “What do you think I am, a pet?”

“Well, if you don’t want it…” said Remus coyly.

“All right, I’ll take it,” said Harry, smiling. “Thanks, Remus.”

.-.

It only took a few minutes to locate the bat house and hang it on the wall in Remus’s master bedroom, otherwise known as the transformation room. Harry gave Remus the thumbs-up when Remus was done and asked Harry for his advice.

“Looks fine to me,” said Harry. He glanced out the one window in the room. The moon was nearly up. “I guess we should lock the door and prepare . . . . Do you have your chew toys?” Harry said, grinning.

“If we’re lucky, that’s all I’ll chew on tonight.”

Harry patted Remus on the back. “Don’t be so glum. If you think pessimistically, then your temper will be up and you really will attack me. Just relax.”

Remus sighed, wringing his hands. “Easy for you to say… you can transform back any time. Oh, speaking of which, if you ever need to transform back, DON’T open the door.”

“I know. But if there’s a real emergency…”

“No, Harry,” said Remus sternly. “Promise me that you won’t open the door. If you need to get away from me, just turn into a bat and stay in your…”

“Remus?” Harry said worriedly, because Remus suddenly stopped cold and Harry thought for a second that he was having a stroke. But then the all too familiar scene began to unfold before his eyes: Remus was transforming.

“Oh, bloody…” Harry decided in that second that he should transform as well. Concentrating with all his might, Harry was now furry and had four paws. He backed away in some terror at the sight of Remus changing into something much larger than he. The potion had better have worked, otherwise he was screwed.

Trying not to watch Remus any longer, Harry sniffed around the room in search of those bones that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned. He found a couple in the corner on the other side of the room. Mind set, Harry decided that maybe if he looked as if he just wanted to play, he could get the werewolf’s mind off anything aggressive. He picked up one of the bones gingerly in his jaws and then turned around.

Remus was right in his face, an ugly snarl curling his lips. The werewolf looked tamer than Harry had seen it before when Remus had forgotten to take his potion that time in his third year, but the way Remus was staring at him now made Harry feel so uneasy that he thought he was about to piddle right there on the floor. Tail between his legs and ears down, Harry backed up… and right into the wall. Scaring himself, he yipped and jumped about a foot into the air.

The werewolf snarled, fur standing on end and eyes gleaming menacingly. Harry gathered as much courage as he could and tried to emphasis that he didn’t intend to harm Remus, and that he just wanted to play. Harry wagged his tail half-heartedly, brought his ears back up, and lowered his front paws a little to the floor. He tried to give the werewolf an impish grin; eyes full of life, but the werewolf didn’t seem to be interested. It sniffed Harry’s nose and then snarled in a not so amused way.

Harry began to slowly understand what Remus was trying to communicate to him: This is MY territory, that is MY bone in your mouth, and I am the one in charge!

Anxiously, Harry laid the bone down in front of the werewolf and slunk back into a corner. He hoped he didn’t need to get into a fight with Remus, because that was the last thing on his mind. Although, there was a niggling voice in the back of his mind telling him that he should lunge forward and fight for his life. But he knew he would be just fine if he allowed the werewolf to be the dominant one. This was the werewolf’s territory after all, and he was imposing on it.

The werewolf—Remus—took the bone into his mouth and plopped down right there to chew on it aggressively. The bone cracked and splintered easily in the werewolf’s jaws, and Harry again felt as if he were about to pee. Deciding not to provoke the werewolf at the moment, Harry curled up into a corner and silently watched Remus ravage the bone.

It wasn’t even five minutes, and Remus was done. Harry continued to stare at him, shivering, as Remus licked his paws clean. Harry was having some troubles thinking rationally; did he want to stay here any longer? Did he want to transform into a bat and hide in his bat house? The monster in him was trying to tell him how uncomfortable he felt around the werewolf, and Harry was beginning to wish he hadn’t come here. Looking at Remus now, Harry knew that he would have been just fine by himself after all. Why risk his own life just for the sake of being with him? Remus didn’t need this extra pressure or this other wolf invading his territory. Perhaps he should become a bat and hide in his bat house.

But just as Harry moved away from the corner, the werewolf lifted its head and stared straight at him with those big, yellow, threatening eyes. Harry froze. He didn’t know much about wolves, but he couldn’t mistake that look. Remus was challenging him. He didn’t want to challenge Remus; he wanted things to be pleasant between them. Remus had other ideas, however.

Harry whimpered and squeaked when the werewolf bounded at him. Harry tried to run away, but the werewolf was relentless. Harry yipped when the werewolf’s teeth scrapped his behind, nipping and chewing at his tail. Harry hissed inward as the werewolf clamped his jaws around his tail and ferociously pulled him around the room. Harry whined as he was drug around, nails scraping against the floor sharply. He had no idea what the werewolf would do to him now, and it was starting to terrify him.

When the werewolf was finally done treating him like a rag doll, Harry laid there hoping that the werewolf was finished having his fun and would find another bone to gnaw on. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t with Harry and soon the werewolf had his jaws over his snout. Harry laid flat on the floor; tail curled around his body and ears down in what he hoped was a submissive enough stance. The werewolf pawed at his hunches roughly, leaving a few scratch marks, and he nipped hard on Harry’s snout and ears. Harry shivered and whimpered as pitifully as he could, hoping that his surrender signals were being broadcast correctly.

Then suddenly, the werewolf stopped. Harry continued to lie there, shaking, and hoped that things were now fine and that they could go to their separate corners. But before Harry could slink away, there was a heavy weight on top of him. The werewolf fastened his teeth over Harry’s neck, and then . . . . Was Remus doing what he thought he was doing? He was! Remus was mounting him! Harry quickly scanned his brain for anything about wolves and this behavior.

Yes, he could now recall a time he was at the zoo and had seen male animals doing this sort of thing. Granted, it wasn’t wolves, it was monkeys… or was it apes? Anyway, he was sure that the same were with wolves and showing dominance. The more dominant male would mount the submissive one to show that he was in charge. Harry wasn’t sure if there was anything pleasurable in the acts, though.

All the same, he knew he had to allow this, otherwise he’ll get, as Remus had put it, ripped to pieces. And perhaps once this was over, he and the werewolf could bond in a way, and he could be with Remus again during his next transformation.

Harry slowly raised his lower half submissively. The werewolf wasted no time, and stuck its penis into him. Harry found he couldn’t stop whimpering as the werewolf humped him over and over. It was strange, yet not all too different when he did this as a human.

It carried on longer than Harry anticipated, but the werewolf was soon finished and began to sniff around the room as if they hadn’t just mounted. Harry lay there and watched as the werewolf sniffed at the corner Harry had been lying in and then lifted its leg and piddled in it.

.-.

The room had always been in shambles when they first entered, but it seemed even more so now. The covers and bed sheets on the double bed in the corner were raggedy and dirty, the curtains around the one window were torn, the legs of the chairs and tables were chewed up so badly that Harry wondered if they’d topple over if he just touched them, the door frame was all scratched up, and there was a strong smell of urine in some corners.

Harry lay on his back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was hungry again, but he knew that he’d be able to find more blood soon enough, once they were back at Grimmauld Place. Remus never did show Harry how to unlock the door from the inside, so he had to wait until Remus woke up.

They were both human again, to Harry’s great relief; and he wasn’t torn to pieces.

Remus stirred, and when Harry turned on his side, Remus was rolling over as well, eyes open and staring at the ceiling. A moment later, Remus brought his eyes over to his. Harry could see the worry in them, so he gave Remus a small smile.

“Good morning,” he said softly.

“Morning,” said Remus groggily. “Are you all right?”

“Oh, I’m brilliant. Apart from the scratches and cuts and bites I received last night.”

Remus sat up and examined Harry. “Are you sure? I know I can be rather rough with new canines. Sirius sure took a beating the first time he stayed with me.”

Harry continued to smile as he nodded his head. “Yeah, I’m sure. I must admit I was scared a few times. I thought for sure that you were going to maul me, but you just roughed me up a little and showed me who was the dominant wolf.”

Remus blushed. “Um, did I?”

Harry grinned, fangs long from how hungry he was. “Oh, yes. I was afraid to make the wrong move, so I let you do it.”

Remus gulped nervously, cheeks glowing brighter. “Um… let me do what?”

Harry nuzzled closer. “I think you know what,” he whispered, and then noticed that Remus was still naked and that a certain part of him was very much awake. “Oh, up for round two, are we?”

Startled, Remus wrapped the bed sheet around himself tighter. “I am not… I mean, we did not…”

“Yes, we did,” said Harry quietly. In a strange, sudden burst of need, Harry tore the sheets away from Remus and lay on top of him. Remus gasped and pushed at Harry, but Harry wasn’t budging. Harry was only wearing his boxers, but it still felt incredible to be skin to skin with Remus.

“Harry, get off me, please.”

“No,” rasped Harry. He rubbed Remus’s chest in a soothing yet greedy way, eyes glossing over. “I want you in such a bad way, I can’t contain myself.”

“Well, try,” panted Remus. “You know I can’t do that with you… think of Tonks.”

“It’s too late now,” said Harry, smirking. “The deed has been done… I want to do it as humans now.”

Remus shook his head, but Harry knew that Remus didn’t think the idea of doing it was a bad one. For one thing, he was blushing, and for another: he was hard. Harry snaked his hand down to wrap around Remus’s cock and began stroking it slowly. Remus tried to push Harry away again, but gave up after two tries and moved his hand down to Harry’s arse instead.

“If you tell Tonks…” Remus warned.

“I’ll be ripped to shreds, I know,” smiled Harry. He slipped out of his boxers and thrust himself against Remus. Their breathing became faster, harsher, and louder… Remus moved his hand from Harry’s arse to his cock and tried to stroke him at the same pace Harry was. By the time Harry released Remus, they were both extremely hard and quivering.

Harry positioned himself over Remus’s cock, and Remus stared up at him questionably, yet full of lust.

“It’s your territory,” Harry whispered before sinking down onto Remus’s cock.

TBC

AN: quick little note about Scrimgeour that I forgot to mention in my notes last time: One of the reasons why I picked him to be Harry’s Sire (the one that made him a vampire/Daywalker) is because in book six, Luna Lovegood mentioned that he was a vampire, which Harry took as just her being weird and all, but I decided to make it true in my fic. :)
Also, I wanted someone that wasn’t suspected at all and wasn’t an original character (which, btw, there will be later on in the story, so I apologize in advance). I know that Scrimgeour isn’t the best Minister, but to me he’s much better than Fudge (I hated him!). To me, Scrimgeour is kind of like Draco or Snape; he seems to have something about him that isn’t “good” but you can’t help liking him.

And that’s my two cents on that issue. ^^