Alphas

A/N; I KNOW i've been a BAD author for not updating i nso bloody long, but i made an extra long chapter for you. 13 pages. enjoy.






The healers had been working on Fenrir day and night. They had wanted to remove the child from his womb, but as Fenrir was only finished with two out of six months, the child was too young. A few hours ago he had been told that if they made it through the night, they’d be okay.

Harry thought that Healer Massin handled his breakdown quite well. His father had not stopped by to see them yet, but he was busy yelling at the board of healers and stopping his funds to support the hospital. Several pureblood families did them same, though they did not know exactly why, but if it made the usually stoic Lucius Malfoy throw a temper tantrum that lasted for two days straight it had to be something bad. It was ironic that St. Mugo’s was supported almost entirely by dark pureblood families; the ones who were refused treatment.

Draco had returned from his ‘rehab’ stay at the Black Castle with Sirius to support his brother. He did know how it felt to almost loose a child, or rather not knowing if you had. Sirius had not been able to come, his clearing was still not due until a few days, but sent his love in the form of a picnic basket that would never be empty that followed with a note saying ‘so you don’t have to leave his side’.

The blond bombshell was lying on the bench next to him in a light slumber with Nicko on his chest. The little boy had refused to leave his daddy, and to be honest Harry was afraid to let him go. Draco had taken a shine to his nephew and Nicko seemed to like his uncle as well. Harry wondered how Lucius would take the news of a werewolf grandchild- a werewolv anything.

Severus had seen to the other members of the pack at Hogwarts, but they were mostly okay. They healed faster than humans and needed less food, but they needed some attention still.

Harry had made a short visit back to Hogwarts and given Remus a quick demonstration of his anger.

:::Flachback:::


Harry twisted and leaped for his former friends throat. He grabbed on tightly and squished until Remus was a deep shade of purple before he let go. He would not kill him, but he could make him wish he had. As Remus was about to slouch to the ground, Harry smashed his knee in his gut and kicked him clean in the face. Beckham would have been proud of that one.

“You were the only one who knew where this pack was hiding Moony!” Harry used his wolf name to show his dominance. Moony’s claims of being human mattered little to him now. “You preach of the humanity in you, that makes you different from these monsters you claim them to be. You are worse then them all.” He growled and kicked him again. Moony whimpered in pain and bared his neck in submission.

“Oh no you. Who the fuck do you think you are!? Do you think you call sell out your pack mates…your ‘brother’ and not be punished?” He was circling Moony with a predatory grin. “You are a traitor. A blood traitor. I can’t believe that someone I used to look upon as a father, a friend would attack my pack. My mate…”His breath hitched.”…carrying, and now I…he is so torn up I cant even tell if he is alive. The best healers in the world can’t tell me if he’ll live through the night” Harry stared at Moony’s bared neck and made a decision. He yanked Moony by his tawny blond hair and sank his fangs into the flesh of his neck and lapped up the blood that coarsed down his neck.

“Be grateful I wont kill you. You are mine now.” He growled, flung the bleeding wolf to the ground and whipped the blood off his lips.

Hermione ran to Remus’ side and cradled his head in her lap. “My god Harry!” she gasped, “How could you do that? They are just werewolves. They’re murderers and they side with Voldemort”

“He betrayed me and his pack.” Harry mumbled. “He’s lucky to be alive.” Nicko, who had not wanted to leave his father no matter what was once again holding on to the leg of Harry’s trousers. He looked down at the his pup and ran his hand affectionately through his dark shiny locks “And the werewolves are not with the dark. They are under my command and they follow only me.”

:::End Flashback:::


Madam Pomfrey had Remus emitted to St. Mugos for the injuries Harry had caused him. Apparently a werewolf’s punishments from its Alpha could not be magically healed- not that they knew that, nor that Harry was Remus’ Alpha. Hermione had managed to track him down, not that it was too hard. The entire floor had to be separated from the rest of the hospital because of all the reporters trying to get a glimpse of ‘Harry Potter’s son’. Little did he know that a certain beetle had made its way onto the floor. Because Hermione was known as one of his best friends the guards had let her in, but Harry promptly threw her back out.

:::Flashback:::

“But Harry…” Hermione whined. “I thought we were friends!”

“For the last fucking time: you have lost the privilege of calling me by my first name” Harry fumed. “And did you think I was that dumb I did not know of yours and Ron’s little’plan’ with Dumbledore? Remus got what was coming for him. Because of him…fuck I can’t do this now. Just get the fuck out Granger.”

“No.” she said stubbornly. “I’m not going until you’re coming with me. Remus wants to see you and the Headmaster wants you back at school.”

“The next time Remus sees me will be when I am good and ready. School, can at the moment wait until I know what is happening with my family.”

“We are your family Harry.”

“My ‘real’ family, Granger, and if you’re going to call me by my first name, something I don’t appreciate, I’ll curse you till you’re in so much pain you can’t hold your bladder.” He said icily.

“I’m still not going!”

“Fine” Harry growled and grabbed her by the cuff of her neck and carried her like he would a misbehaving pup. Opening the door he was met with hundreds of flashing cameras. Baring his teeth at the cameras he growled at them and tossed Hermione into the crowd like she was nothing but a rag doll.

“Stay the fuck out this time Granger.” He yelled. As he turned around one of the reporters could faintly hear him muttering; “Filthy mudblood.”

:::End Falshback:::

“Harry!” Lucius powerful voice seemed to boom through the quiet halls, even though he did not yell. Harry sprang to his feet and flung himself into his father’s arms.

“Draco told me what happened. Has the healers said anything?”

“Not really. Just that…” Harry choked on a sob. “…that if they make it though the night there might be a chance.” Harry let his tears run free for the first time. Lucius noticed a growing wet patch on his chest, but he could not bring himself to care about his overly expensive robes. Tightening his arms around his youngest son he let his eyes drift to the small boy sleeping on his eldest son’s chest. He was a good looking lad.

When Draco had told him that Harry had gotten married with a baby on the way and one adopted he had choked so hard on his tea he was a fine purple colour in his face. When he had been told he had married Fenrir Greyback he had simpley sat behind his desk waiting for the second half of the joke. After the initial shock had passed and he knew the details of the union he could calm down and enjoy the prospect of grandchild number 2- 3 by default.

There was a baby boom in the Malfoy family and Lucius couldn’t be happier. Just the thought of the insistent tapering of tiny feet all over the Manor made him hum in delight, though there was always another side of a feeling. Underneath all the happiness, Lucius could not help but remember Draco’s first years out of the womb. ‘Hard times’ didn’t describe it.

“I want to see mum.” He heard being mumbled into his chest. Lucius cocked a brow.

“Are you sure about that? If you do that you’ll risk…”

“No.” Harry interrupted. “I’ve had enough of this shit. I want my family and I want Dumbledore dead!” This was not really anything new to Lucius. His son had always hated the old man, but now, now it had blown out of proportion. The dark might just win this war after all.

“I’ll arrange for you to meet with the inner circle tonight.”

“Thank you daddy.” Lucius could not help but smile. It had been so long since Draco called him daddy, but Harry…Logan, seemed to hold on to it from time to time.

Suddenly an alarm howled through the corridors. Healer popped up all around them and ran into Fenrir’s room. Lucius pulled Harry out of the way to let them all pass. He felt his son grow heavy in his arms and almost drop to the floor. An inhuman strength seemed to fill him and he jumped to his feet, ripped himself out of his father’s arms and darted to the closed door that his love was behind.

“Harry!” Lucius said and took a hold of his shoulder. “You son is scared.” Harry turned to see Nicko shaking in Draco’s arms.

“Nicko, I’m sorry.” Harry sniffed and whipped the tears from his cheeks.

“Will papa be okay? Papa is always okay. He is strong, daddy, he won’t die, will he?” Nicko asked in a small voice.

“Yes. You’re right baby. Papa is always okay, and he will be okay this time too.” Harry didn’t know if he was trying to convince his son, or himself.

“He will be okay little brother.” Draco said and offered a weak smile. Harry smiled back and gave Nicko a hug.

The minutes that ticked by seemed like hours to Harry and his pacing, although justified, was driving everyone mad.

“Logan…”Lucius started but was interrupted by the door opening and a healer stepping out. Harry rushed over to the exhausted looking woman.

“Are they…are they okay?” he asked. His voice was shaking.

“Your husband is okay, but…” the healer had heard of Harry’s temper, by now it was legendary at the hospital, and he was exhausted and in an emotional turmoil beyond anything rational. She was in truth scared of him. “…he’ll have to stay in bed for a very long period of time, preferably at least a month. He’ll have to take it easy until the babies are born-“

“Babies?”

“Yes, you did know he was pregnant, right.”

Harry nodded. “But is there more than one?”

“Well, you’re having twins.”

“Is…can I see him?” his tears had started rolling again; tears of exhaustion and happiness.

“He is very tired and he needs rest, but I think it will do him good.” The healer said and opened the door for him.

The room was still filled to the brim with healers, but they knew better than to force the young man out. One of the healers approached Harry before he reached the bed.

“Mr. Potter…”

“Malfoy Lestrange.” He muttered automatically, but the healer ignored it- thinking he was speaking of the ones that hurt his husband.

“We have made pictures and holograms for you and your husband of the twins.”

“Thank you.” Harry said distracted.

“I will let you go in a second, they are just cleaning up the...eh”

“Blood?”

“Yes, the blood. Do you wish to know the gender of your children?” the healer said in relief of that the saviour og the wizarding world wasn’t having a diva moment. Harry just nodded numbly.

“It is a girl and a boy. I will leave their file for you. A magical barrier blocked them from any physical damage, but they are weaker than they should be, but they are out of any harm and are healthy otherwise. About you husband; he had much spell damage and a great deal of exterior injuries. The wounds and broken bones are fully healed, but the spell damage will use a few days to heal completely. He is weak and will spend the next week in bed, which is an order, but a month is recommended. The only time he is allowed to leave is to use the bathroom. He has no internal injuries and he is able to carry more children, and sex will also have to wait a week or two. As he heals faster that a normal wizard and I’m not familiar with their rate of healing I’d say a few a few days give or take will not harm. You will have to – eh –“ The healer blushed. “- feel your way. He is very lucky to be alive.”

“Yes, thank you. And he will stay in bed even if I have to restrain him, which I probably will.” He said with a weak smile. His mate was alive and they were going to have twins. The leap from desperation to joy was so breathtaking he was on a natural high and a little bit dizzy. The healer continued to talk and Harry was listening closely.

The healers cleared the room and finally left him alone with his husband.

Fenrir Woke up from the potion included sleep and in seconds his cheeks were tear stained from crying.

“I’m sorry” He managed to croak out between the sobs that were wracking his body. Harry rushed to the bed and grabbed his mate’s hand.

“It’s not your fault love.” Harry whispered.

“Yes…I- I should have had the hunters hunt on closer grounds.”

“No, love if they had been there they would have been killed. The pack is being taken care of; they are okay. Nicko is just outside the door sleeping.”

“I lost the baby didn’t i? I’m sorry” He cried and buried himself in Harry’s chest.

“No no no no love. The baby is fine, in fact, we’re having twins.” He said and kissed his love’s hand. Fenrir teary sobbs halted and looked up at his husband in shock.

“Really?”

“Really.” Harry said and sat down on the edge of he bed. “I’m going to serve their heads on silver platters to the Dark Lord. Somehow I’ll make sure their heads are still alive to be tortured. They won’t get away with it. I promise.” Harry whispered into his hair. Fenrir barely suppressed the urge to laugh at the playful vengefulness in Harry’s voice.

“Can you stay?” Fenrir asked and looked up at him with shiny dark eyes gleaming with both joy and pain.

“I’ll stay for as long as I can. I have to go to a meeting tonight, but it’s still only morning…” Harry kicked off his shoes and took off his shirt. He climbed onto the bed and let his mate settle between his legs with his head resting on his bare chest. Harry kissed his head and ran his fingers through his dark locks.
Harry tightened his arms around his waist and sighed.

“I was so scared that I would loose them.”

“I can’t pretend to know how you feel. They are mine as well, but you carry them inside you. I…I can’t really say how much I love you for that.”

“What did the healers say? They haven’t told me anything except…”

“You’ll be completely fine with time. The injuries are healed, but the spell damage will take a few more days, and you should stay in bed for at least a week.” Harry said. He deliberately avoided the obvious question.

“I meant if I could…conceive again- after the twins?”

“Yes, yeah, you can. They said we should wait a bit though, just in case, to let you rest when it is all over. They said that when the babies are born, you’ll have to regain your good form so that carrying won’t kill you- and I want to keep you for a very long time, so we’ll wait a bit with a forth.” This seemed to wake Fenrir up as he stirred in Harry’s arms.

“But I don’t want to-!” Harry tightened his grip on his mate, silently, but firmly telling him to lie back down.

“I know love, but we have also been given a ban from sex for a while, so there is really nothing you can do about it.”

“But you can.” Fenrir pouted

“And as your Dom your health is my responsibility, that, and because I love you, I want you to be fully healed after the borth before we even ‘try’ to have another cub.”

“But…”

“No ‘but’s’. I have failed keeping you safe once, and it is not happening again. Which remind me, the pack is not going back to the Black forest until the war is over. You’re all staying at Malfoy Manor for now.” Fenrir huffed and wiggled deeper into Harry’s embrace.

As the day went by they didn’t talk much, but rather enjoyed each other’s company and comforted each other in their grief and relief. They looked at their daughter’s and son’s pictures and holograms. It surprised them how human they looked. They could even count ten fingers and ten toes. Eventually sleep took them over and freed them from exhaustion and led them into a peaceful slumber.

Healer Grins dropped by to see how his patient was doing and was surprised to see two men in the hospital bed instead of one and a small boy nuzzled between them sucking his thumb. Sticking his head back out he was even more surprised to se Lucius Malfoy sleeping on the bench, ‘a ~Malfoy~ on a ~bench~’ with his son lying on his chest. The healer could not help but smile; it seemed like the Malfoy patriarch was not as frigid as he wanted the world to believe. He saved the image of father and son sleeping into his mental photo library for later reference.

It was really a shame that visiting hours were over, and now that his patient was no longer in any danger, they would have to leave.

“Mr. Malfoy.” The healer said and shook Lucius’ shoulder. Lucky for him, Lucius was not as a heavy sleeper as his son, not that Draco was a heavy sleeper either, but the wars had herded him to wake at even the lightest thing out of the ordinary.

“Hm? Yes?” He mumbled and opened a pair of foggy grey eyes. The healer had to catch his breath at the sight of those silver orbs. Oh, he envied Nacrissa for waking up to those eyes every morning. Well, he didn’t know that Lucius and Nacrissa hadn’t shared a bed in like - um… ever.

“Visiting hours are over by half a day Mr Malfoy, I’m afraid you have to leave.” Lucius cast a tempus before he shook Draco from his comfortable slumber. How many years had it been since he fell asleep in his daddy’s lap? He hadn’t realised that he missed it until he was woken.

“Wha?” he mumbled and nuzzled into his fathers warm velvet clad chest. Lucius chuckled at his eldest antics.

“Draco. Visiting hour are over and we have a meeting in twenty minutes.”

“Right. Leave it to you to call a meeting with that lot.” He grumbled and freed himself of his father’s robes.

“I’ll go get Harry.” he said and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

Entering the sterile room he had to smile. His baby brother nuzzled up in bed with his husband and Nicko tucked in between them. It made him look forward to parenthood, though mostly he was scared out of his mind. Gently he shook Harry’s shoulder.

“Harry? We’ve got to go. We’re meeting the Dark Lord in twenty minutes.”

“Right, right.” Harry yawned and eased himself out of the bed. Fenrir wiggled just a bit, but didn’t wake. Draco took Nicko and walked to the apparation point. Harry scribbled a note to his mate before he stalked after his brother.

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