Alphas

A/N IMPORTANT BEFORE YOU READ. --- i just couldn't help myself. i was going to wait until next sunday to post, but the i got 21 reviews in just one night. it made me so happy i wanted to give you an early treat.

just so you know; Harry is NOT a GOOD boy in any sense of the word in this story. he's dark, vengeful, and holds his family above EVERYTHING. Im trying desperately hard to show a different side of Fenrir in this story,oh, and im trying to pull off a young version- it just fit better with everything. you'll see as we go along. --- so please dont flame me if you dont like him. just seek comfort in that i'll be making him badder as i go along,. I have aditional pairing in this story, so it wont be soley about H/F and their *erratc wrist movements*. yeah

If you have any questions, please dont hesitate to ask. if it doesn't riun any surprises, i'll answer. now, on with the show, ENJOY!!!
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Harry cracked open an eye when he heard his aunt yelling for him to get out of bed. Despite what he let Ron and Hermione believe, he was never mistreated at the Dursley’s, and he never had to wear Dudley’s clothes- with a few exceptions of when all of his own were dirty. True, he had to do chores, but Dudley had to go to aunt Marge’s place every now and then for a family visit, while Harry could mainly do what he wanted. He had been given a choice; chores or aunt Marge. It was not too difficult to make that decision. Dudley had no such luxuries. He even begged to swap them for chores. All in all, they were in fact quite normal, if you didn’t count all the weird people watching them, making sure Harry was miserable.

‘They should be fired.’ Harry thought. They really were doing a shit job. Could they not tell a dejected child from a healthy teen? Apparently not.

Lying in his bed was not the shy and timid little saviour of the wizarding world, but a very grown up seventeen-year-old libertine. He really was as good looking as the devil, or so every conquest, which was about five every week, told him. Harry frowned at that thought. He realised that he had to do something about his libido before he went to school, or more importantly, to Grimmauld Place. It was getting really bad.

Maybe that was why his aunt was being so nice; his attentions to her were flattering. Well, he had to practise on someone. It was not like he could ruin his image of the polished golden boy at school. He smirked, yeah that was it. He was probably the only decent fuck she’d had in more that twenty years. Since she married Vernon, anyway. She had mentioned something of a lover she had before she married, but they had never really breached the subject because it seemed like it was a painful one. Twenty years of having nothing bigger that a knitting pin in her had left her as tight as a virgin, which was a feat considering the size of Dudley. Harry shuddered. Oh, all right. They were not entirely normal, but it helped that Petunia was not actually his aunt, or even distantly related.

He could tell it was doing her good though. She had filled out a bit, so now she was actually kind of, well, not hot, but she had this classic beauty that does not do away with age. No more too long neck, and not more look-a-like horse contests. When her friend pointed out that she was looking healthier than ever, she just said that her nephew was the greatest cook, such a ‘darling’.

It wasn’t Harry’s cooking that had made her relax a bit, although, it had really improved this summer. He just seemed to have an instinctive grasp of how mush the meat should cook. Weird.

Harry stretched and stepped out of bed. With a heavy thump he landed painfully on the floor.

“Oh not again!” he moaned, or tried to, but all that left his mouth was a low growl. Every night since he had arrived back from school he had at some point turned into a giant black wolf with a white line across his face, from his cheek on the left side, over his nose between his eyes, and up to behind his ear.

Harry turned back into human form and sat naked on the floor. He had given up sleeping in a PJ a long time ago for reasons I trust do not need mentioning.

During the month he had been living with the Dursleys this year many things had happened to Harry. He had gotten taller, he guessed he was a good 6’3, his hair grew at super speed and it turned out that he had some sort of wavy not-quite-curls kind of curls- just plain messy would describe it perfectly, his muscles had grown rapidly and his senses had sharpened, so he no longer needed glasses. His hearing was incredible, and his sense of smell and taste had also increased. His reflexes and general physical shape; he loved it. He figured it had something to do with him turning into a wolf. He had to be a natural animagus or something, but how did that explain his need to have five partners a week, give or take depending on how close the full moon was?

Harry sighed and pulled on a black t-shirt. He had to go shopping again not long after all of this happened. He had told the shop-keeper that all his clothes were lost when his plane had to do an emergency landing on the water coming back from a school trip in Egypt. With the tan it was easy to make her believe.

He had bought three pairs everyday shoes in black, brown, dark blue and two pairs of nice ones, basic black /white t-shirts and singlets, faded jeans, a couple of nice ones, a bunch of linen shirts which were different shades of white/cream black, red, green, a black suit jacket with almost invisible narrow red stripes, and a regular dark brown/black leather jacket, no fuss just a buckle at the neck lining, very basic. Why by any more?> he'd just grow out of it and he had to wear a school uniform most of the year.

He snatched a pair of jeans and pulled them on, not bothering with the boxers. In the bathroom he pulled his hair into a ponytail and splatted a bit of water in his face. Patting his face dry he let his fingers run across his cheek and jaw. He needed to shave again.

On his seventeenth birthday he had been thankful for that the blood glamour’s finally faded. After his coming of age he truly was the splitting image of his father- except the inky black hair and his eyes. He had his mother’s eyes- or someone on his mother’s side, that is.

He made his way down the stairs and snuck up behind his aunt. Without fail he would grow hard at the sight of her every morning. He eyed her legs and had to stop himself from making an appreciative sound.

Petunia felt strong muscled arms circle her narrow waist tightly and against her bum she could feel what her ‘nephew’ would call a ‘small’ problem. His libido would get him into trouble one day. She gave a little squeak when he spun her around and placed her onto the kitchen bench where she had been cutting vegetables. He moved between her legs and let his jeans clad hard-on rub against her panty-covered core.

“Hello there Penny love.” He whispered in her ear and traced it with his tongue. Petunia felt her underwear soak the second she heard his voice. She yanked the leather belt on his jeans and worked the buttons open in a flash. Harry pulled her panties aside, but left it on as he ploughed into her in one powerful thrust. They met in a frenzied and deep kiss as he hit bottom. Penny’s moan of pleasure was reduced to a vibration in her mouth that Harry loved.

Out on the street the young mailman got an eyeful of something he was not likely to forget; Petunia Dursley hot and flustered getting fucked long and hard by the no-good troublemaker, criminal and absolutely breathtaking Harry Potter. Michael shook his head. If anyone deserved a good round with that man, it was her; simply for putting up with that rude husband of hers, not to mention the son. He himself was one of the conquests of Mr. Potter, so he knew how she felt. He was addictive. For an entire month Michael got himself thoroughly ravished at any opportunity that presented itself. He was constantly very sore and sometimes have trouble sitting. After a week he had bought himself a dildo to keep himself stretched and ready all for whenever Harry would want him. The only trouble with that was that it was gently stroking his prostate at every step he took, and when he sat down he could hardy keep himself from moaning out loud. Sometimes he cursed the day he met Harry Potter.

Petunia bit Harry’s tongue as she came to keep quiet. She nearly came again when Harry shuddered within her. She sighed contently at the warmth spreading in her core. It always surprised her that he could come without actually coming. Never, not once had he ejaculated in her, but he had always had an orgasm. She knew he prided himself in his restraint. He was not for leaving behind souvenirs in the places he visited.

Harry heard the floorboards creak and butted his nose to the shoulder his head had been resting on.

“They’re up.” Carefully he pulled out of her and mumbled an apology when she winched in pain. He was quite big, and he was not gentle, it just didn’t do it for him, but he was never careless for those he bedded. If they didn’t like pain, that was fine, if they did, that was fine too. He didn’t care either way.

“It was worth it Harry.” She sighed as she slipped down from the counter. Harry whispered a cleaning spell and gave the air-freshener a punch. Petunia gave a slight giggle at the tingling sensation of the cleaning spell. Harry quirked a brow at her.

“Feel good?” the amusement at her reaction was clear in his voice.

“Oh, shut up you!” she shot and swatted him playfully on the arm. She needed the excitement Harry could give her. He wasn’t …’him’, she was not likely to ever see ‘him’ again, but Harry was the next best thing, so to speak. She knew ‘he’ was alive, but he was not the kind of man who would come knocking on her door to whisk her away once more. It had been eighteen years since they last exchanged words, an all of that time, she had only seen him once, when he came to pick up Harry. She hadn’t been home, but saw him from the kitchen window of her neighbour. Harry was the closest she could get to release. She knew she was using him, but so was he. There were no feelings, just the need.

Harry snapped his fingers and four plates accompanied by knives, forks and teacups floated out of their shelves and landed neatly on the table. With another snap of his fingers the food appeared out of no were, ready to be eaten.

“I love being grown up.” He stated simply as he sat down.

“And I love you being grown up.” Petunia answered as she set down a carton of juice. Harry smirked at the double meaning of that. As it turned out, Petunia didn’t hate magic, just uncontrolled magic, the kind that would get Harry kicked out of school.

“Fill my plate up would you!” Vernon snapped from the stairs. Harry rolled his eyes. A second later Vernon’s plate was filled to the brim with everything he normally ate for breakfast.

“Done” Harry yelled as his uncle wobbled down the stairs, just behind him was his cousin, Dudley who was no longer a big fat mountain of pure fat. In fact, he did look rather well, not ravishing, but like a fairly normal slightly chubby sixteen year old kid from the London area.

Dudley had always treated Harry with a little awe, like a little brother saw up to his big brother even though they were the same age. It was even Harry who came up with the game Harry Hunting, but lately Dudley had seen how he had grown up, in sorts.

:::Flashback:::

Harry was holding the phone at an arms length from his ear looking incredibly bored. Ginny Weasley was in a right state. Dudley and Petunia was sitting in the couch staring at him, or rather the phone in amusement.

When the yelling stopped Harry calmly brought it closer.

“Get over it Ginny! I told you it was just a one-off before we even did it.” he rolled his eyes as she shrieked.

“I don’t care if you’re pregnant! It’s not my kid!”

“How I know? Have you ever heard of contraceptives?!”

“Piss off.”

“I’m not marrying you even if it is mine, which it’s not.”

“You told them we’re engaged?”

“No. Not going to happen lass.”

“I know we dated last term, but it was for a fucking week!”

“I don’t care if you get disgraced, you deserve it you slag.”

“No, it’s got nothing to do with you getting pregnant out of wedlock! It’s because you’re trying to pin it on me!”

“You’re not exactly my type Ginny.”

“Red heads are a little too close to home.”

“Yes, your mum will be upset, but that’s not my fault. You’re the one who lied.”

“Well, we’ll never find out what Lily thinks about it, will we? ‘Cause she ‘dead’!”

“Send your brothers then. Lets see who they’ll believe, you, or a fathering test at St. Mungo’s.”

“Quit crying.” He pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a headache coming.

“Put Ron on the phone would you…”


:::Flashback End:::

“You’ll paint the fence today.” Vernon said as he forked down a big juicy piece of bacon.

“Did it yesterday.” Harry replied without looking up from his plate.

“Clean the house, then.”

“Day before that.”

“Bathroom?”

“Shiny cocaine white.”

“Garden?”

“Done.”

“Anything you haven’t done yet, boy.” Vernon sighed. It was hard to keep up the charade of hating his nephew in public when the boy was such a good kid- if you didn’t count in his mischievousness. He could be quite the troublemaker. He knew that Harry used magic in his home and he really didn’t mind now that the boy was of age. That is, as long as he didn’t hex anything to do tricks on them. If it made the house stay permanently clean and the food forever fresh, he was a very happy man.

“Nope, it’s all done.”

“Fine. I got called in to work today, so I won’t be able to take you to the boxing match today.”

“But dad...” Dudley whined. “I’m fighting today!”

“I know, that is why Harry is taking you.” He said without taking his nose out of his food. Harry on the other hand chocked on a piece of scrambled eggs.

“You’re letting ‘me’ drive?”

“You know how don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” Harry had spent his two previous summers on the racing tracks. He had become so good that the manager hired him to test the cars. For a month and a half a year he had the dream job of every boy- male, in Britain; he wrecked cars for a living. What Harry didn’t know was that Vernon had seen him drive when he was at the garage to sell mechanic equipment a year ago.

:::Falshback:::

Vernon saw a red Ferrari tear down the tracks and pull a fine drift around the bend.

“Please tell me, who is driving that car?”

“That would be our young Harry Potter.” The manager said with pride in his voice. Vernon choked on his tea.

“Not Harry James Potter?”

“Yes, that one. Do you know him?”

“Yes, he is my nephew. I always wondered where he snuck off to all day.”

“Ah, well. He is actually two years too young to even drive, let alone be a test driver for The Racing Charts, but he was simply too talented to let go. He started out just watching the others drive and sometimes help out in the garage. He knows engines like his own back pocket. I saw his talent for driving when he was asked to move one of the cars to the car park. Never have I seen such beautiful handling of a car.”

“When did he start here?”

“Just last summer. He said something about a boarding school in Scotland, must be expensive?”

“Not for us, no. He was emitted before he was born by his parents, my wife’s sister and her husband. Lily got in on a scholarship, but James’ family had been attending for generations, they paid all of it then just in case something should happen he would still have a good education. Sometimes I wonder if they knew they were going to die”

“Well, what happened to them?”

“Car crash when he was one. That’s how he got that funny scar, probably how he got his need for speed as well,” he said. That weird broomstick sport popped up in his mind and he shuddered. “It is a wonder he hasn’t gotten himself killed.”

“True, but he really knows what he is doing. You should be proud.”

“Seems so.” Vernon said as he watched the red lightning zoom around the bend with smoke coming from the back tiers.

:::Flashback End:::

It was six o’clock in the evening when Harry stood waiting by the car. Petunia was nervous about Harry driving. She didn’t know about Harry’s job, but Vernon had said it was fine, so she went along with it.

“Hurry up would you!” he shouted. Dudley and Petunia stumbled out the door and made their way to the car.

“We’re going to a boxing match, not camping.” He said when he saw the massive bag they were carrying between themselves. He sighed and took the bag from them, threw it over his shoulder and put it in the boot. It really wasn’t that heavy.

“Get in. we’ re late.” Dudley sat in the back seat while Petunia figured she’d sit in the front and give tips. Harry got in started the engine and was in movement before Petunia could say ‘now look…’

Both his aunt and cousin were surprised at how smoothly that car was moving. After a few minutes they relaxed and realised that Harry actually could drive. When they arrived at the highway Harry was in his element. Changed gear and stepped down heavily. The car shot off like a lightning. Petunia gasped.

“Harry! Slow down and keep to the speed limit!” Harry leered at her, but lowered the speed. A few minutes later a police car pulled them in.

“Oh no.” Petunia sighed.

“Don’t worry Penny.” Harry said. Dudley quirked a non-excitant brow at the nickname his cousin had for his mum.

“Hey. I’ll need to see ID and drivers license, please.” The police offices barked.

“Sure thing…Officer Leiver. Long time no see, mate.”

“Blimey, is that you Harry?”

“Who else?”

“I know a bloke up in Rotherham with eyes like you.”

“Shut up, you wazzock!”

“It’s good to see you, two weeks without any on-the-side-play. Are you busy tonight then?”

“Yeah. Going to a boxing match, then we’re celebrating the win.”

“Who’s fighting?”

“My cousin.” Harry said and shot a thumb at Dudley.

“Good Luck then mate, but I still need to see that license.”

“Yeah.” Harry said and found his wallet. Leiver flipped it open and raised a brow.

“When did you get this?”

“When I was fifteen.”

“And now you’re…”

“Seventeen.”

“You don’t look seventeen, mate.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Test driver for The Racing Charts eh?”

“Yepp.”

“Lucky bastard, but you’re not getting into the clubs now that I know you’re underage.”

“If I was anyone else, mate, but you can’t kick me out of my own clubs.” Harry laughed.

“Too true. You’re done well for your self.”

“Thanks. I’ll see you at the Wolf’s Lair tonight then?”

“Can’t. Girlfriend is a nag at the moment, she’ll smell it off me.”

“Know how that feels. My ex called a couple of weeks ago and wanted to get married ‘cause she was pregnant. It wasn’t even my kid. She even told her parents we were engaged. Can you believe it?”

“HA! Only you mate. Only you.” Leiver laughed and waved him off.

Harry rolled up the window and glanced over at his aunt.

“See? No trouble.” He smirked. Petunia stared wide eyed at her nephew.

“You are test driver for The Racing Charts? When were you planning on telling me that?”

“I weren’t. It’s just for fun, and I’ll be dead at the end of the year anyway with the war and all, so I don’t se the point in not making the best of the time I have.”

“You are not going to die Harry and that is final!”

“Tell that to old Voldyshorts.” At this point Dudley woke up from his deep pool of thought.

“You’re taking us to the Wolf’s Lair?”

“Yepp, thought I’d do that.”

“How do we get in.” at this point Harry laughed.

“I own it, that’s how.”

“You…how?”

“My dad and godfather opened a chain just before dad died, Sirius reopened it a couple of years ago when he got out of prison. He manages them, as I’m still underage in the muggle world, but I help. A younger touch, see?”

“You own more than one?”

“Yeah, um, ‘Wolf’s Lair’ in London, ‘Lion’s Den’ in Edinburgh, ‘Phoenix’ Nest’ in Paris, ‘Prongs &Paddy’ in Dublin, ‘The Moony’ in New Orleans, ‘Serpentine’ in L. A. and ‘The Dungeons’ in New York. Think that’s all of them.”

“Man! Why didn’t you tell us?”

“You didn’t ask, and I only just found out last Christmas. And don’t tell anyone.” Harry said. “We’re here, and a bit late so run in and get yourself ready. We’ll be there.”

“Good Luck my Duddikins” Petunia said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When Dudley finally managed to release himself from his mums vice like grip, he turned to Harry who sat staring out the window absent mindedly.

“You not gonna wish me luck Harry?”

“No.” He said stony faced, then his face split in a smirk. “You don’t need it.” Dudley lit up like a light.

“Thanks mate.” He said and disappeared behind the door beneath the sign saying ‘staff only’. Petunia turned to glare at Harry.

“That was rude!”

“What?” he asked in mock innocence.

“You know damn well what I mean.” She huffed. Harry just smirked at her and spun the car around, or as much as one can spin a Volvo family car. Harry frowned. Vernon loved this car, but it was the biggest piece of shit Harry had driven since he and Ron stole his dads flying car to get to Hogwarts in time.

They jogged to the main entrance and sneaked their way to their seats just in time for the first bell to ring.

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Four hours. Four fucking hours of sitting on a bloody hard chair watching sweaty men and boys fight, or comparing it to Harry’s training sessions with Mad Eye Moody during Easter, running around in circles, slapping each other. Luckily though, Michael had been sitting on the row behind them. His brother was fighting and he was as bored as Harry, so they had gone out ‘for a smoke’

The last bell finally rang and it was time for the challenge. England’s current Champion was touring the local Championships, boxing whoever dared step in the ring with him. Today it was Essex’ turn. It seemed that to day they were making an exception though; they were picking the challenge fighter.

‘oh fuck!’ was Harry’s only thought. With his luck…

“Number 606.” The speaker’s croaked, “Please come down to the ring if you accept the challenge.” Harry glanced at his ticket. Sure enough, number 606 stared blankly back up at him. Dudley who had finished an hour before and come to sit with them nudged Harry and told him to go down.

“I’ve seen you fight cousin. You’ve got a shot.” Harry rolled his eyes thinking he preferred the times when Dudley was still scared of him or didn’t like him.

“Fine, but if I’m going to fight, you better hold off the shots tonight ‘cause I’m not dragging your drunken arse back home. Deal?”

“Deal, now get down there. I want to see you fight, man.”

Fuck. He should have made a better deal. It wasn’t like Dudders weighed that much.

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A/N; i feel you rirritation about this 'latest' fluke. when i updated this just now,, i landed on the THIRD side!!!!!
Fenrir is starring in the next chapter. be as good reviewers as you have- or better- and you'll get the chapter quickly.

PS, i just remembered,(i woulnd't have believed this if i wasn't there) at schoolyesterday one of my friends said ||
"What do guys 'use' a buttplug for anyway?"

Can you believe it?

IMPORTANT
also, while researching pregnancy, i found something remarcable - a REAL male pregnancy!!! i nearly choked on my drink. im not kidding this is for real. just google "male pregnancy, lee" and let me know what you think about this actually happening in real life, not just on paper.