Obedience School

Title: Obedience School
Author: Princess Golux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hagrid/Moony, Hagrid/Remus (+ some surprises!)
Disclaimer: So not mine. In any way, shape, or form. All characters belong to JK Rowling. I am making no money from this.
Rating: hard R
Warnings: m/m Sex, breathplay, beastialty, chains (oh, my!).
Summary: Moony learns to a new game.


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Hermione showed up and waylaid Harry and Ron at the base of the circular stairs as they came out of Divination.

“Has Hagrid said anything?” she asked tensely, pulling Harry & Ron into a secluded corner.

“No.” Harry replied, looking miserable. “And now that Dumbledore’s temporarily warded the whole area around Hagrid’s hut, I can’t even get close enough to ask.”

“At least Moony can’t get out.” Ron added nervously. The other two glared at him. “What?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “That’s not the point, Ron. If word gets out that Hagrid’s got a full-grown werewolf down there, the Ministry will almost certainly force Dumbledore to sack him.”

“Not to mention what they’d do to Professor Lupin,” Harry added, “Especially if they knew he was stuck in wolf form.”

He turned to Hermione. “What about Professor McGonagall?”

Hermione shook her head. “She says that she and Dumbledore are ‘working on it.’” She put air quotes around the phrase, tossing her head angrily. “She also says that we shouldn’t be mixed up in it and that they’ll let us know if we can ‘be helpful.’”

“Well, that’s good, right?” Ron said, looking uncertainly at Harry. “I mean, Dumbledore and McGonagall are the best. If anyone can restore Professor Lupin, it’s them.”

“Professor Lupin was hurt trying to save us Ron.” Harry was firm, even a little angry. “And Dumbledore is running out of time.” He lowered his voice, glancing around. “I saw Malfoy hanging around near the border of the ward the other day. If he can figure out what’s behind it, he could go to the Ministry.”

“Or worse,” Hermione added, her eyes wide, “He could try to break the ward. If that ward comes down, Moony will get loose. And Hagrid would get sacked for sure.”

Ron shook his head. “Malfoy? He couldn’t break one of Dumbledore’s wards. He’s not got the magic for it. The only class he’s doing well in is Potions, and that’s ‘cause Snape practically does his work for him.”

“Still,” Harry gave them both a serious look, “Whether he knows it or not, Dumbledore has got to figure this out fast. Before Malfoy does.”

Hermione and Ron nodded agreement soberly, and the three headed toward their next class.

And from a sheltered nook nearby, the bright blond head of Draco Malfoy emerged. His light blue eyes glittered and his thin mouth was twisted into a bitter sneer. He looked after the departing trio, absolute loathing in his pointed face, then his eyes narrowed and he whirled around and took off at a run.


* * * *


In her airy tower room, far above the ordinary folk, Narcissa Malfoy received an owl from her son, Draco.

As she read it, a pleased smirk grew on her lips.

“Bitsy,” she said to her cringing house-elf, “bring me all the books in library that contain references to the breaking of wards.”


* * * *


“I’m not so sure,” Dumbledore said gently, “That what you’re suggesting, Hagrid, would be altogether…wise.”

“Wise? shrieked Snape. “Wise?” He slammed his hand down on the oak table in front of him. “What you’re suggesting is sheer homicidal lunacy!”

“Moony wouldn’t hurt nobody.” Hagrid objected, “He’s a lamb.”

“Can we remember that this…beast has already tried to kill someone?” Snape grated out, “because I seem unable to forget.”

“Gentlemen, please.” Dumbledore said. “I’m certain, Severus, that Hagrid has no intention of making light of your experience with this particular werewolf.”

Snape sniffed.

“And, Rubeus,” Dumbledore went on, “Professor Snape is in no way impugning your expertise with magical animals.”

Hagrid folded his arms, his mouth stubborn and set behind his bushy beard.

“However,” Dumbledore sounded almost apologetic, “I’m afraid I must agree with Severus in this case, Hagrid. It seems foolish to allow this creature to roam free, even behind the confines mag magical ward.”

“But Professor,” Hagrid protested, “The ward keeps ‘im in. And it keeps everyone else out. That’s why you connected me to the Floo.”

“And if the ward should break?” Snape said, raising an eyebrow. He was still pale, his voice biting, but he seemed somewhat mollified by Dumbledore’s decision.

“No one could break one of Professor Dumbledore’s wards.” Hagrid said, patently unconvinced by the argument. “He’s the best wizard in the whole world.”

“Though I am touched by your loyalty, Hagrid, no ward is unbreakable.” Dumbledore said. “If we were to…decage Professor Lupin, to allow him the freedom of your hut, we would potentially be exposing the children to grievous danger.”

Hagrid pursed his lips. “Fine.” He said grimly. “Then I’d take a break from making that Potion, Professor. ‘E won’t be drinking it anytime soon.”

“Are you saying…” Snape started, furious, and then Dumbledore interrupted.

“What do you mean, Hagrid?”

Hagrid unfolded his arms and looked defiant. “That Potion smells awful, Professor. Meanin’ no disrespect, o’course. But you’d not drink that unless you had to, right?”

“Sadly, not all Potions can taste like they came from Honeydukes.” Snape sneered.

“Right, well, there you go.” Hagrid looked pleased. “You see what I mean?”

“What are you driving at?”

Hagrid shook his head. “Professor Lupin drank that Potion because ‘e knew what would happen if ‘e didn’t. ‘E chose to drink it. Nobody, not you, not Dumbledore, not me is going to force Moony to drink it.”

Dumbledore’s eyes were grave. “Unless we can get Professor Lupin’s mind back, the hex will force him to remain a virtual prisoner in his wolf form. The Wolfsbane Potion is the only way to clear the wolf out of his mind and thus end the curse.”

“You know that,” Hagrid pointed out, “An’ I know that. But Moony don’t know that. ‘E’s a wolf, ‘n they won’t drink fouled water. Beggin’ yer pardon, Professor,” Snape looked about to explode, “but that’s got to be what it smells like to a wolf.”

Dumbledore and Snape exchanged disquieted looks.

“Until that creature really trusts me,” Hagrid said with an air of finality, “I mean, trusts me enough to drink that smelly Potion of yers, Professor, he ain’t changing back. Not for a good, long while.”

“And no one,” he added “trusts anyone who keeps them in a cage.”

* * * *

Harry and Ron looked at the long, long scroll in front of them, and the four tall stacks of books piled neatly in a corner of the Gryffindor common room.

They looked at each other.

Finally, with an air of mounting desperation, they turned towards Hermione.

“You must be joking.” Ron said in disbelief.

“Hermione, this is half the library.” Harry said, his eye wide behind his glasses. “This will take all term.”

Even Hermione looked a bit daunted, but her voice was firm. “We have to get behind that ward. That’s the only way we’re going to help Professor Lupin.”

Ron and Harry exchanged looks.

“But…” Ron started, his voice cracking.

“After all,” Hermione rolled over him ruthlessly, “It’s partly our fault he’s stuck.”

The boys looked at the scroll and at each other once more. With a sigh, they sat down together on a couch. In unison, each one opened a book.

Hermione smiled.


* * * *


Moony prowled around the cramped confines of his cage, waiting for His Big Man to come back. He didn’t like it when His Big Man disappeared. He couldn’t forget the cat that lurked out there, biding her time.

She wanted His Big Man, Moony was certain of it.

He whined as he scented His Big Man. Someone else was with him, too, someone who smelled like lightning on water. Moony whined deep in his throat; the smell scared him, made him feel like a puppy, clumnd ynd young. He had smelled that smell before, and he had been locked up then too. The smell reminded him of his youth.

His Big Man was bringing His Alpha, the head of his pack. Moony whuffed and crouched near the back of his cage, hiding as best he could.

The door flung open with a crash and Moony yipped. His Big Man came in, followed by Lightning On Water. Moony shivered with the smell of him, the hairs all over his body standing up. He smelled sharp and tangy and pungent like decay. He felt powerful like rut, or the pull of his Lady. He felt huge and inexorable as the dawn.

He was the single most dangerous thing Moony had ever felt.

Moony was torn. He wanted to lick His Big Man, to make sure he was allright. He’d been gone forever. He also wanted to slink under something and hide until Lightning on Water went away. He had never felt the powerful man this close before, even as a pup. Then, Lightning on Water would sometimes make noises outside his other cage, but he had never come in.

No one except his Pack had entered his cage when he was young. A manling had tried once, but one of the Pack had successfully defended his territory and the manling had left, stinking of fear. Lightning on Water’s smell had been very strong the next month, and he had made noises at the cage for a long time.

Now Lightning on Water was making noises at His Big Man. The snakes came out and wrapped around Moony’s paws. He snapped, hating them - Bad snakes! - and then forgot about them as His Big Man came into the cage.

Yesyesyesyesyesyes…I want to lick you let me lick you.

He waggled all over until His Big Man crouched down next to him. He still couldn’t open his jaws completely, but he stuck his tongue out as best he could and licked His Big Man ecstastically.

His Big Man made rumbly noises, and made more at Lightning on Water. Lightning on Water held up a stick and made some rumbly noises of his own.

And the cage disappeared.

Moony didn’t know how His Big Man had made the cage disappear, but he licked him some more in gratitude. After making some more noises, Lighting on Water went away, and His Big Man stroked and scratched and petted him, making one set of noises over and over.

“Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.”



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Snape could read the whole story in the apologetic look on the Headmaster’s face when Dumbledore returned from Hagrid’s hut.

“Fine.” He snapped, before Dumbledore could speak. “But if he eats someone, don’t say you weren’t warned.”


* * * *

His Big Man was back to the noise “sit.”

Moony didn’t know what that meant, but he climbed all over His Big Man, licking him and rubbing against him. His Big Man kept pushing him away and Moony whined over and over, trying to understand what he was doing wrong.

His Big Man said a hard noise and the snakes came back. Moony dropped his muzzle to the ground, dejected.

Then His Big Man came behind him and bent over him as though he was going to mount him. Moony waggled excitedly, presenting his rear, but instead of mounting him, His Big Man stuck an arm behind his back knees and forced him back onto his haunches.

This was very disturbing.

Moony whined and tried to twist around. His Big Man let him stand, and then pushed his knees out again, saying “sit.”

Moony snapped at him.

Big Man made a startled noise and wrapped a hand around his muzzle firmly.

Then he said “sit” and forced him back onto his haunches again.

Over and over they did this, Moony taking in short sharp breaths through his nose. His Big Man kept his hand over his muzzle and kept pushing him down, saying “sit” every time. Then he’d rub Moony’s chest and belly and let him stand again.

Moony was starting to get dizzy. The air coming in through his nose wasn’t quite enough, given the constant movement. Also, the weight of His Big Man against his back made Moony feel a little breathless, it was so close to the mounting he desired.

He sagged a little in His Big Man’s grip and then shook himself as best he could. His Big Man’s hand, scratching his belly, slipped between his rear legs.

And the rubbing there was shiverygood.

His Big Man froze again and took his hand away.

Moony whimpered faintly behind his imprisoned snout.

His Big Man sat quiet and unmoving for long enough that Moony actually caught his breath. He worried that His Big Man was hurt and he shook his imprisoned muzzle a little. The hand tightened and Moony felt an odd squiggly fire shoot through his belly.
He could feel His Big Man behind him and when he spoke, his voice was very low and very rumbly, and he spoke right into Moony’s ear. His warm breath made the squiggly fire in Moony’s belly flare every time he spoke.

“Sit.”

The arm pushed the back of his legs again, but this time, when he was all the way down, the hand stole between his legs and gave a rub. He humped into it, but it was already gone.

“Sit.”

Again, as soon as his back legs were folded, he got another burning itchy shivery stroke. He was twisty and restless now, black spots dancing in the corners of his vision.

“Sit.”

The arm touched the back of his leg, no pressure.

He folded his legs and sat.

This time when he humped into the big hand, it covered him and stroked him. Rough fingers enfolded his burning, and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, until shiverygood ran like riverwater through his veins. He drew sharp bits of air through his nose, muzzle held shut by one huge manhand. He frantically bucked and humped and His Big Man held him down, long arm wrapped around him, controlling his burninggood, controlling his air, repeating the same set of noises in his ear. Streaks of lightning began to spark down his spine and the shiverygood crackled all the way to his paws, until the lightning became a storm. And the lightning storm grew and grew until it reached his ears and his eyes and his mouth, shut tight in one big hand.

And when the hand opened, and sweet, bright air came rushing into his thirsty mouth, the storm broke and he howled his pleasure to his sleeping Lady, joyfire making him blind and deaf to anything but his body and His Man.

He could feel His Big Man’s burninghard behind him, but His Big Man made no move to mount him. Quivering and quaking with the force of the lightning storm, he whined a little shakily, wanting to be mounted, but His Big Man just kept petting his back now with one hand and still handling him softly between his legs with the other, the hand that was wet and smelled like him. His Big Man kept making those same soothing noises.

“Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.”

He nuzzled His Big Man, licked him gently, and whimpered a little.

He wanted to hear those noises again and again and again.

He wanted to lick and lick and lick.

He wanted that hand around his muzzle again, and this time he wanted to be mounted. He wondered what noises he could learn to obey that would make His Big Man take him, fast and hard like a bitch, one big hand clamped around his jaws, making him whi and and shake and beg for air.

There had to be a set of noises that would do that.

Moony dedicated himself to finding out what they were.