The Lambs

Sorry this chapter took so long. Frowns. I’m such a disappointment, but, hey, only two chapters left to go!

Just to let you in on a summary of The Lambs’ history. Lord Voldemort was a werewolf who rose to power 100 years ago. Albus Dumbledore was an Elemental who defeated Voldemort, but died. His adopted heir, Potter, created The Lambs to round up the Death Eaters (followers of Voldemort) and to protect their people from any future threats from Werewolves.

Those Death Eaters that were not killed, are imprisoned in Azkaban, an underground prison located seven hours away from Hogwarts. Werewolves have an extended life span. Dumbledore was 150 but he only looked 70. Werewolves live longer than Elementals (who are human), and the Death Eaters are all around 130 or 140 years old, but they only look to be in their forties and fifties.

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Chapter 13
Party Crashers
May 18th 1999

Lily Potter’s life seemed to have gone to hell overnight. In actual fact, the change had been occurring for a long time. And while she fought against the bad things while accepting those that were good, it didn’t stop the changes from happening. When her son had been born she had been ecstatic. She had fulfilled her duties as wife to the King and borne him a male heir. But, with the good must come some bad after all, and her son was to be mated to a werewolf. She supposed, if Harry were anyone else’s child, it would not have been so disastrous. But the Prince, to be a werewolf, one of the creatures The Lambs lived to kill? It shouldn’t even be thought of.

Lily had devoted her life henceforth to protecting her son. She had given up everything it were possible to give up in order to protect him, and the foolish boy, stupid Harry Potter, became a werewolf anyway. Not through violence, or fear, or blood, but through lust. He allowed Fenrir Greyback to fuck him like a whore outside of a nightclub.

Lily clenched her hands at her sides. She closed her eyes, took three deep breaths, and opened them again.

Not only had Harry willingly mated to Greyback – that wasn’t to say she would have preferred her son to have been raped, though it would be less embarrassing for them – but he was also pregnant. He absolutely refused to terminate the pregnancy, despite how revolting it was. The very idea that the future heir to The Lambs would be a born werewolf. Harry, at least, had been turned while in his late teenage years. This new child would have no such excuse. Once a werewolf, after all.

But it didn’t matter any more did it? Harry had disbanded The Lambs. A group that had existed for a hundred years, to help fight off Lord Voldemort and his werewolf Death Eaters. Now, because Harry happened to be the mate of a wolf, he had decided that all wolves must be good people, and they were forbidden to attack, or kill, or defend themselves. She snorted to herself. Just because Harry said they could ‘defend him or herself if attacked first’ didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be punished. Even the humans punished those who killed in self-defence.

Lily wouldn’t stand for it. Something had to be done, and it seemed as if she were the only one left within Hogwarts who had any balls. “Screw your courage to the sticking place,”1 she hissed out loud as she brushed passed a group of four Elementals who were happily praising the new changes King Harry had made. If no one had to courage to challenge their new King’s preposterous rules, then she would find a way to do it herself.

A flash of red caught her attention, and Lily allowed a smirk to bloom across her face. Ginny Weasley walked passed with her head bowed, and Lily hurried to catch up with the girl. It was just the person she wanted to see.

“Ginny,” Lily said softly as she grabbed hold of the girl’s wrist. “I wish to speak with you.” Without waiting for Ginny to reply, Lily began to drag her down the corridor. The elder woman dragged the girl into an empty room and locked the door behind them.

“What is it y-you wish to speak o-of, madam?” The Weasley stuttered, wring her hands in front of her stomach nervously. She wasn’t sure whether to call Lily ‘Queen’ anymore. Perhaps the ‘King’s Mother’ would be an acceptable title? ‘Madam’ seemed a safer bet, thought Ginny, considering Lily had been trying to kill her son last month.

“I think you know, Genevra.” The ex-Queen gave another smile, her lips tugging upwards at the edges, and Ginny allowed herself a brief shiver of fear.

“I’m a-afraid I don’t know what you mean,” the red haired girl whispered.

“Oh, really? So,” Lily drawled, “that wasn’t you helping the were-bitch Lestrange, then? That must have been some other red haired female Weasley I guess.” Ginny opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Eventually, she just ducked her head, trembling, and kept silent. “You know how to contact Lestrange, why?”

“She wanted to remove Harry from the Pack.” Ginny muttered, slowly raising her head to look at the Healer. “She wanted to be Greyback’s mate, and she was jealous of Harry’s presence. I always thought Harry would marry me, and I agree with her. Harry belongs here, with me, not with the Pack.”

“How did you first meet her?”

“I didn’t, not until the night King James died. There is a tree that leans right over the wall behind my home. Bill climbs over it all of the time to sneak out and visit Charlie, without mum knowing. I followed him, once, just once, and I saw her. And she was screaming and raving about Harry, about how she wanted him gone.”

“When was this?”

“About two months ago.” Ginny swallowed nervously again, taking a small step away from Lily. “I wrote to her, and sent it by owl. I was afraid to give it to Bill to bring with him in case he told anyone. He always liked Harry, and I wasn’t sure if he would agree with me, because he didn’t seem to like Bellatrix. She came to Hogwarts. If I stood in just inside the wall, I could hear her in the tree on the other side, but I never looked over. I was always afraid to look over the wall and let her see me.”

If anyone had noticed a presence of a werewolf, in the only unguarded area of the wall, they would have probably assumed it was Prince Harry or his mate, and would have left it at that. The wolf wouldn’t be able to enter Hogwarts, so no one would have been too concerned over it.

“I didn’t really do much during the battle. I only wanted to save Harry, but I couldn’t find him. I found Draco though; I stopped Bellatrix from killing him. Though it didn’t take much to convince her that she could always come back from Malfoy later, that Harry might escape while she was playing with Malfoy. I used my fire element to melt some ice, so that we could chase after Harry and the others.”

“What others?”

“Both Malfoys, Snape, Harry. There were others in the clearing, but they didn’t follow Harry.” Ginny sniffled slightly, rubbing her nose with her arm. “Am I in trouble?”

“That depends. Do you still wish to marry my son?”

“Yes.”

“Will you help me take him away from the Pack?”

“Yes,” she said again.

“I’m leaving Hogwarts for a while. You are coming with me.” She didn’t give Ginny a choice in the matter. “You’re going to help me find Bellatrix Lestrange.”

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May 20th 1999.

It was the last full moon of the month.

The Pack was gathered in the clearing, spread out around a large open fire that was burning away in the centre of the clearing. Pansy stood, shaking, alone closest to the fire. Charlie, Harry and Fenrir were the only wolves near her, the rest stood further back, keeping their distance from the Alpha and Beta and their mates. Pansy had been bitten the night of the first moon, and tonight would be her first transformation.

Remus was due back with Tonks any moment, and unless he bit her while he was away, she would not be changing until the next month’s moon. Harry smiled at the thought. For one night at least, he would have a human companion, since he couldn’t change while pregnant.

There was an hour left before the moon would rise, and everyone was excited. The moment before the change was usually painful, but the rest of the night was generally amazing. More than enough to make up for any pain suffered by the wolves. Most of the pack was rushing around between the various clusters of people, talking excitedly about the new addition. None of them dared come near Pansy though, and she looked awkward and nervous standing naked in the centre of the clearing.

“I didn’t like it much at first either, but it really is a waste of clothes if you change in them.” Harry grinned over at her, and she offered him a shy smile in return. Harry was dressed in a pair of loose fitting tracksuit bottoms, and he was shirtless. Pansy found her eyes being drawn to the swell of his stomach. At six months pregnant, he was getting rather huge.

Fenrir took his hand, pulling him away from the others, and back towards their tent. When they were alone, Fenrir drew Harry into a kiss. The brunette’s arms wound around his elder mate’s neck, and he tugged Fenrir as close as they could get, with their child in between them.

Harry still hadn’t grown use to having sex in public, and with his pregnancy he hadn’t gotten the chance to get used to having sex as a wolf either. Fenrir was resolved to make Harry try it, at least, once their child was born.

Fenrir tugged at Harry’s trousers, lowering them, even as his mouth remained fixed to Harry’s. With a moan, Harry spread his legs wider, silently offering himself up to his mate. They pressed closer together, as close as they could get before Fenrir drew away with a snarl. He spun Harry around, so Harry’s back was facing him and then he drew the submissive tight against his chest.

“Mine,” he hissed, pressing possessive kisses along the column of Harry’s throat.

Harry titled his head to the side, granting more access. “Yours,” he moaned. “All yours.”

“Damn straight,” Fenrir growled as he prepared his mate. His trousers were around his ankles, and Fenrir held his legs wide apart as two fingers swirled around Harry’s entrance. The submissive moaned, thrusting backwards onto the fingers and forcing them into his body sooner than Fenrir had intended. Harry threw his head back, resting on Fenrir’s shoulder, as he thrust lightly, fucking himself on his mate’s fingers. “I love how responsive you are.” Fenrir growled.

A third finger breeched him, and Harry gave another cry. This one was tinged with pain, but it didn’t hurt enough for him to want to stop. Fenrir knew his mate well enough to know that he ought to keep going, to not stop, or Harry’s pregnancy hormones were likely to rear their ugly head again. When Fenrir deemed him prepared enough, he spat onto his hand and slicked his cock up. Both of them were standing with Harry leaning back against Fenrir. Fenrir’s hands gripped Harry’s hips, and he thrust forward. He watched as his cock disappeared into Harry’s body, and he gave a moan to match the cry Harry let out.

As they made love, Harry threw his head back, his hands clinging to any part of Fenrir they could reach and he no longer cared about how much noise he made or who heard them.

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Just after the moon had begun to rise, a slightly chubby woman stumbled into the clearing. Fenrir was the first wolf changed, and he bounded over followed by Charlie to assess the threat. Remus, already having changed into his wolf form, rushed through the trees and crouched protectively in front of the human.

“Alpha Greyback, this is Nymphandora Tonks, my mate.” Remus spoke in his mind.

Fenrir’s eyes narrowed as he listened to the words. He repeated them in his own head, allowing the rest of the Pack to hear them. He sniffed at her figure, twitching his nose slightly, before nodding his head. “Welcome to my pack, pup,” he said. He spoke while facing Harry, knowing instinctively that Tonks had not been bitten yet, and she would be unable to hear his thoughts.

The other two humans watched her warily. Harry smiled over at her and said, “he welcomes you.”

Pansy’s screaming broke the silence and all of the changed wolves turned to face their newest member. Charlie rushed to her. He nuzzled against her back, trying to force her to uncurl from the ball she had made of herself. “Relax, relax, relax,” he kept saying, over and over, but she didn’t hear him.

“Pansy you need to calm down.” Harry was at her side a moment later. Fenrir and Remus remained with Tonks, and the human trembled at the sound of the other girl’s screams. “Stop fighting it, Pansy. You need to just let it come. Take a deep breath, uncurl, and look at me.” She followed his instructions. Her eyes were wide and pained but she watched him unflinchingly. “Now, close your eyes. I want you to ignore everyone and everything here. Just focus on you, and the wolf. Let it become you.”

Five minutes passed slowly. Charlie was beside himself with worry, and Pansy didn’t seem to be changing. Perhaps she was immune? Or maybe Charlie had done something wrong? Should he have waited till after the moon had past before he bit her?

A gasp escaped Pansy’s throat, and when they looked back at her a small blond wolf sat in her place. The wolf panted, her front paws trembling, but she calmed immediately when Charlie moved to lie behind her.

“That looks so painful.” Tonks whispered. The wolf beside her licked at her hand, and she smiled down at Remus. “I’m not going to change my mind though.” She told her mate.

“It’s different for everyone. And it gets easier with time.” Harry told her with a smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Remus’ godson.”

“And the Alpha’s mate?” She asked hesitantly, turning to look briefly on the large grey wolf that hovered behind the male human. Harry nodded softly, still smiling. “I would have thought he would have turned you by now.”

“He did.” Was all Harry said, and both he and Fenrir gave a snort of amusement. “I’m pregnant. I won’t go through a change until after the birth.”

“Oh, that’s, uh, I didn’t know that.” She looked to Remus, who just rolled his eyes and butted her hand.

“He wants you to go closer to the fire. He’s afraid you’ll get cold,” Harry told her. He began to walk ahead of her, and Tonks jogged slightly to catch up. “I walk fast enough for a pregnant person, don’t I?” He joked with a smirk. She was directly behind Harry when something came hurtling out from between the trees, straight towards them.

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Earlier that night.

When the moon rose, Ginny and Lily took several cautious steps away from Bellatrix. Fire crackled at the tips of Ginny’s fingers, and she held her hand out in front of her threateningly. Bellatrix kept silent as she changed, rolling her shoulders and head and stretching out her back legs. She fell into a crouch in front of the two Elementals, just watching them.

“Do you remember?” Lily asked softly. Her voice wasn’t threatening at all, but her eyes were narrowed and cold and her mouth was set into a thin line. “You can do whatever you like to Fenrir, though I would prefer it if you kilt him. You are not to kill Harry, though I want you to cause a miscarriage. Ginny and I will back you up, and protect you from the others.”

The she-wolf narrowed her eyes at the two Elementals but she nodded her head anyway. Silently, she stood up and stalked towards the edge of the trees. She peered into the clearing. There he was, Harry Potter, standing beside another human girl. She turned her head away, just for a moment to lock eyes with Lily’s cold green ones, and then she turned and charged forward. Bellatrix had intended to land on Harry, but in the moment she had looked away, Tonks had come to stand directly behind Harry.

Tonks screamed as something landed on her back, but she was abruptly cut off as Bellatrix’s mouth locked around her neck. One flick of the wolf’s head, and Tonks’ neck was broken.2 Bellatrix drew back happily, satisfied that she had finally dealt with the competition for Fenrir’s attention. Her head tilted to one side as a pregnant Harry, very much alive Harry, looked up at her with wide eyes. The dead girl at her feet rolled onto her back when Bellatrix kicked her, and the wolf snarled angrily. She had killed the wrong one.

Lily watched them, suppressing a scream as Bellatrix snapped the neck of the human she had caught. Lily knew in that moment that Bellatrix had intended to kill Harry. Eyes narrowing, angry that her orders had been disobeyed, Lily turned and ran back in the direction of Hogwarts. She could lie her way out of this mess. Harry would never need to know that she had been involved at all, and life would go on as always. It had always been her intention to have Bellatrix killed once she was done being of use, and Ginny would need to be punished as well, and Fenrir’s punishments were notorious for not being survivable.

With those two and Greyback out of the way, her only concern was the child. Perhaps she could arrange an accident for the child once it was born?

Ginny didn’t see Lily abandon them. She had already rushed forward, keeping her promise to the ex-Queen to protect Bellatrix as much as possible until they could all escape. Both Remus and Fenrir launched themselves at Bellatrix, too late to save Tonks, but in time to stop her attacking Harry and the child. Bellatrix attacked back, no longer worried about staying submissive to her Alpha now that she had been evicted from the pack.

Ginny ran forward, fire leaping from her hand and catching onto the fur of both male wolves. They howled, turning from Bellatrix to face this new threat. They rolled on the ground, putting out the flames, but Ginny just recast them. The red head was determined to give Bellatrix a fighting chance to kill Fenrir. It didn’t seem to have occurred to the teenager, but Bellatrix Lestrange wasn’t the least bit interested in killing the Alpha. Several other wolves, those who got too close, howled in pain as fire danced towards them. Ginny was sweat and panting from the effort it took to use so much of her element at the once. She had never really been a part of a hunt or a battle before, except for the one that claimed King James’ life, but she hadn’t done much fighting then.

Harry could see her tiring. With a frown he tried to draw on his magic. Silently he begged his child to share with him, and with a sigh of relief, Harry felt a droplet of rain fall onto his face. It began to rain heavier, and heavier, lightening crackled and no one could be sure whether it was Harry who had caused it or Lily, in her anger.

Bellatrix watched the fire go out, snarling at anyone who surrounded her, and she leapt passed Ginny and sped away into the forest. Realizing at least that she had been deserted, Ginny turned to run as well. Three wolves blocked her path, and she waved her hand at them but whatever spark of fire lit up died almost immediately in the downpour. She couldn’t run that way, so she turned and dashed towards Harry. The King looked at her wide eyed as she pulled a knife from somewhere in her clothing and held it to his throat.

Being pregnant was really starting to become a hindrance to him.

Everyone seemed to think he was the easy target, and his magic didn’t work properly, and he couldn’t run as fast as before. The list seemed to go on.

Fenrir snarled at the girl. But he didn’t attack her. He wasn’t sure whether he could get to her before she did anything to harm Harry.

“Come on,” Ginny muttered to him. She pulled him back, using him as a shield as she walked between the wolves to the tree line. Remus snarled after her, the death of his mate not having set in properly. He still felt rage coursing through him, but the grief was yet to come. It was only his Alpha’s presence beside him that kept him from lunging at the girl, regardless of her threatening Harry or not. When Ginny cleared the line of trees, she shoved Harry forward and ran.

A howl rang out behind her, echoed from one wolf to the next, and then the sound of running caught up with her. She screamed and ran faster, needing and hoping to get away.

Harry watched them go. He lay on the ground where he had been shoved, and he didn’t resent the fact that Fenrir had run after Bellatrix and Ginny without checking on him. He looked over the clearing slowly. The women and the cubs were huddled by the fire, which had gone out in the rain. He smiled sadly, and with a wave of his hand the rain stopped falling and the fire sprang to life again.

Pansy shook horribly beside the corpse of Remus’ mate, and Harry couldn’t bear to look at them.

He hoped Fenrir caught both of the women responsible for this atrocity. He grinned maliciously as he prayed to the moon, and every other deity he knew, that Fenrir would bring them both back alive. Harry wanted to be there when they were punished.

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1 – Taken from Macbeth.
2 – Sorry! But I had to kill someone!

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