The Wolf\'s Lifemate

The Wolf’s Lifemate
Pa
Pairing: Lupin/Harry

Rated: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of it’s characters- those rights belong to J. K. Rowling.

Warnings: Slash, and my own take on werewolves. I made some information up, just for fun. :) I wrote this fic first for the smut, and it’ll stay that way. Might have some humor, sap, and slight angst, but it’ll be written for smut only. I think Harry is about 16 here, so I don’t think that counts as chan-slash.

A/N: I would like to thank everyone for their wonderful comments and I’m happy that you would like me to continue. I don’t know how many parts there will be to this, because I have no future ideas for it, and there isn’t a plot either. I’m going to guess that this fic will be only five parts or less. If not, then there will be an epilogue. This is my estimate right now. Let’s see how close I come to it. :D

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Grimmauld Place was nearly deserted, save for two well-known wizards. One was older, with light brown hair—slight streaks of gray—and light brown eyes. The other was a bit short, with black hair and green eyes framed by round spectacles. Remus Lupin and Harry Potter were laying low until the rest of the Aurors got back from a job they had to do.

Mad-Eye Moody was the leader of the group until they returned, then Lupin got his job back. Lupin won the vote of who was to be leader of the group now, even though Harry was a close second. Moody was disgruntled at the ones that raised their hand to vote for Harry, because Harry was much too young to be considered something of a leader, although many have disagreed with Moody on that account. Tonks threw a bit of a fit, saying that she’d love to have Harry boss her around, and that made Harry’s cheeks tint.

That was how it came to be. It was the fifth night that Harry and Remus were alone; yesterday they had mated, twice, and Harry had no idea what he’d done. Remus knew, and although he did, he never told Harry what he had just done. The lust, and animal instinct in him took over, and all rational thought flew from his head. His animal side didn’t care if Harry was educated in the whole lifemate area or not. To him, Harry had to accept fate, because Harry was the one that didn’t stop him in the first place. Remus had told him to leave his room, many times, and Harry had refused to listen.

Now, he was paying the consequences.

On all fours, naked, save for a bunched up shirt, Harry was being mounted. Again. Legs spread, shaking, moaning, sweating, Harry opened his mouth and let out a long and low groan. He squeezed his eyes shut, seeing stars behind his eyelids. Remus’ long, pointed fingers grasped tightly at Harry’s sides as he moved his body back and forth, his hard and slick cock sliding in and out of Harry with hardly any resistance.

Lupin was getting increasingly animal-like the closer the full moon came. He pushed Harry’s face into the pillow as he grounded his hips faster, close to climax. Almost instinctively, Harry pushed back against Lupin, crying out into the pillow. With a powerful thrust, Lupin came into Harry, claiming him, marking him as his own. Just like the first night, when Harry gave in to him, makinm him his mate.

Sixth night, and Lupin’s animal side was getting worse. Harry was in the kitchen when it happened again. He had just put on a pot of tea, when Lupin almost broke down the door when he came charging in. He had the most scariest, maddening look in his eyes, and Harry nearly dropped a teacup at the sight. Harry’s eyes widened in shock as Lupin came at him, licking his foaming lips, nose twitching, and fingers forming into claws.

Harry screamed when Lupin grabbed him, making Harry drop the teacup and breaking it, and threw him over the kitchen table. Harry braced himself as he felt Lupin tear apart his trousers and spread his legs. He gripped at the table as he felt himself become filled with Lupin’s fat, slick cock again. It slid inside, hurting only for a moment, and then all rational thought left Harry’s head as Lupin began to rock his hips. The thrusting was wild, unlike anything they’ve ever done. Lupin had one hand gripping Harry’s shoulder, and the other was fisted in Harry’s hair. Predictably, Harry felt himself harden as Lupin’s cock continually hit his prostate.

He felt Lupin’s hot breathe on his neck, and the sounds that Lupin was making were closer to an animal than a human. Harry glanced up through the kitchen window and gasped, but Lupin didn’t notice. The moon was dangerously close to being full… it only had a tiny dark hemispherical spot on the bottom. Harry knew then, that tomorrow night would be the night that Lupin would have to leave. Harry felt his heart sink at the thought.

Harry pushed it away as he gave into pleasure again, and finally came all over the kitchen table. Lupin kept going for another five minutes before he finally came inside of Harry.

When Lupin finally got off of him, Harry just happened to look down at his arm and see a light scratch. It ripped the top part of the skin, but it wasn’t bleeding. Harry was very thankful that the moon wasn’t completely full yet.

And then Remus was gone. He had drank the last of his Wolfsbane potion, gave Harry a giant lick up the side of Harry’s face as a goodbye kiss, and left. Harry buried his head into his arms, strained tears welling up in his eyes. Why was he getting so emotional about Lupin leaving now? He never used to feel this way. Something was definitely wrong with him.

Then Tonks and Mad-Eye Moody had walked in. They feared for his life, but Harry didn’t see what was the big deal. So what if they had sex many times? Then when they told him…

Harry sank back into his bed. “His… mate? I’m his mate for life?”

“Yes.” Tonks said, looking like she was trying not to smile, “You’re his life-mate.”

Harry heard, but he could hardly believe it. “Wait a second… how could I be his lifemate if I’m not a woman? Explain that.”

“It doesn’t mattf yof you’re a boy or a girl…” Moody explained. “You have sex with a werewolf, and that’s what happens.”

Harry felt the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end, “He was NOT a werewolf when we had sex! I told you guys that!!”

“Did you two have sex right before the full moon?” Moody asked, still looking shaken.

“Of course,” Harry said, looking defiant, “It was like a goodbye romp, or something. Then he gave me a kiss goodbye. Well, actually, it was a big lick on the face, but I think that was supposed to be a kiss.”

Moody’s regular eye widened, and his other one went in crazy circles. “Oh, this is not good… not good at all…”

“Look,” Harry said, getting fed up, “Why don’t you just tell me everything instead of making me guess just what horrible thing I did?”

Tonks peered over at Moody, and Moody stared at Harry with a solemn look.

“All right. But you must believe me when I tell you this, Potter. You must, because your life is at stake.”

“I’m listening.” Harry grumbled.

“As you know, one bite from a werewolf and you become one yourself. A scratch could make you transform- it all depends on whether or not the werewolf would lick the wound after it has been cut. It’s in the werewolf’s saliva and body fluids, you see. When it’s close to the full moon, the human side starts to leave the person’s mind, and the animal side takes over. I’m guessing that it was mating season for most werewolves now, since he had taken you as a mate. I’m hoping that there was no rape involved?”

“None.” Harry said, “I… I was trying to help him, thinking that my scent would ease his pain, but he… he *pounced* me instead. But it was just as much my fault, because I egged him on. It just… I didn’t want him to stop. He… he had warned me, but…”

“But you wouldn’t listen.” Tonks said. Harry nodded.

“Figures.” Moody rolled his normal eye. “Well, anyways… he took you, and now that you’re his mate for life, he was able to have sex with you any where at any time, as much as he pleased. Including right before he had to leave. Which makes things even more difficult.”

“Why?” Harry cocked his head.

Moody’s voice went low, so low that Tonks had a hard time hearing it. But Harry heard it loud and clear, “It was his semen. He was marking you as his so that other werewolves wouldn’t try taking you, so that they knew you were his. And…” Moody’s voice was back to normal, although it was still slightly muffled, “YOU will begin to… change.”

“WHAT??” Harry gasped. If it weren’t for the fact that he was naked under the bed sheets, Harry would have jumped out of bed and looked Moody defiantly in the eye. “Do you mean that I’ve become a werewolf??”

“Not exactly.” Tonks said, smiling.

“You didn’t get bit by him,” Moody exclaimed, “But, his semen is a fluid- therefore, you will start to have more acute senses, and you might even behave more like a wolf. It won’t begin right away- oh, goodness no… but you will start to do things unlike yourself. You’ll have a more animalistic side to you.”

Harry swallowed a lump in his throat. “No way…”

“However, we do not know what will exactly happen. You are a wizard, not a Muggle. The last time a werewolf took a different species as its mate, it was a Muggle, and the Muggle went crazy right after the werewolf planted its seed inside them. You haven’t gone nutters yet, so… we have no idea what’ll happen to you.”

“You mean, I might start acting like a wolf?” Harry blinked.

“Among other things.” Moody said.

“Oh God…” Harry sank into the bed again.

“And… he’ll be WAY over protective of you. You *must* watch what you do or say around your friends and everyone else, because even when Lupin is back to his normal self, he’ll still act like a dominate male. He’ll even get a bit aggressive, so you have to be extra careful. His heart can be easily broken, too. Just to warn ya.”

Harry lay back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply. He could smell Remus all over this bed, and it made him smile.

“So, what’s done is done.” Moody said.

“I wonder if he’ll sprout a tail now.” Tonks said, grinning.

Harry turned on his side, burying his face into the pillow. His last thought as he fell asleep was: ‘Will I begin to sprout fur and a tail?’

~**~

“Here you go, lad.” Mad-Eye said, handing Harry a book, “It’s all about wolves in general, and what you’re expected to know. If you’re not knowledgeable in this, you might have trouble with getting along. He’s going to be the dominant male over you, so you must know how a submissive should act.”

Harry frowned. He didn’t want to be the submissive, but he knew he had no choice in the matter now. He sighed, and went straight to the page that Moody book marked.

“A dominant wolf is approached by a subordinate one that usually starts licking the former as an expression of submission. It also lays back its ears in deference, and lowers its body relatively to the dominant wolf.” Harry’s eyes widened, “licking? But, didn’t he lick ME before he left?”

“That’s besides the point,” Moody said. “He was saying goodbye, basically, and just acting like a wolf. Continue.”

Harry sighed, and read on. “In fight or play, when one wolf pins down another, it shows its dominance. To emphasize its control, the dominant wolf may hold the subordinate's snout between its teeth for a short time. An even more aggressive way to show dominance is to grip the subordinate in its throat or neck, as they do with prey or enemies.” Harry turned red, “Er… I rber ber Lupin biting me in the neck a few times.”

“There ya go then, boy.” Moody said, “He’s showing his dominance.”

Harry reluctantly went on to reading, silently wishing that Lupin was here right now to explain things to him, instead of having to read it out of a book.

“The subordinate wolf lies down on its side or back to show its total submission to the dominant wolf. The latter has its tail raised, which is a dominant gesture, and, in addition, it stares at the subordinate one to affirm its dominance.” Harry raised a brow, “What tail?”

Tonks chuckled.

“Well, if you were both werewolves, at the time, you’d have tails.”

Tonks laughed even harder, “Oh, Moody! Don’t tease him like that! He’s not really a werewolf, even though he’ll be acting more like a wolf.”

“Then… what am I?” Harry said.

“You…” Moody said, staring Harry in the eye, “Are a wolf-halfling.”

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As Tonks and Moody sat in the kitchen, they suddenly heard a loud pop. Tonks took out her wand, out of habit, and Moody limped over to the door, hand going for his own wand. He carefully listened by the door, and when he heard footsteps, he whipped his wand out of his robes.

“Get down!” He harshly whispered to Tonks. She obeyed, only because Moody was higher ranked than her, and she ducked underneath a table, wand shaking slightly in her hand.

The door opened from the outside in a frantic haste, and Moody brought his wand out in front of him. He was about to do a curse, but he stopped when he heard a familiar voice shout, “He got loose!!”

“Diggle?” Moody said, moving closer. The other wizard at the door stepped forward, shaking from head to foot. “What happened?” Moody asked again.

“Lupin…” Diggle said, looking chalk white, “He… escaped! And… he’s heading this way! I doubt he remembered that I could get here ahead of him by Apparating, since he’s a wolf now, but…”

“Damn it to hell!” Moody snarled. “He’s coming for the boy!”

“Young Mr. Potter? Is he all right then?”

“Yes, he’s fine. Even though he’s a wolf-halfling now…”

Diggle’s eyes bulged. “You don’t say? So, Mr. Potter is Lupin’s lifemate now?”

“Yes.” Moody sighed, “But we must act quickly. We can’t afford to have Potter bitten. Not only would he become a full fledged werewolf, but Dumbledore would stew me.”

All three Aurors made haste to Lupin’s bedroom, which was where Harry was now. Lupin had told Harry not to move, so that was what Harry had done. Even though he had taken showers in the private bathroom, he still stayed in bed, acting like the obedient mate that he should be. Harry had taken up reading the book on wolves all afternoon, completely fascinated by it.

“Potter!” Moody shouted upon entering. Harry jumped from the sudden shout, and his book fell out of his lap. “We need to get you out of here.”

“Why?” Harry said.

“Because… Lupin’s coming.”

The usual response to being told that a werewolf was coming was usually terror, but Harry’s face lit up at the words.

“That’s wonderful!”

“No, it is NOT wonderful!” Moody growled.

“Yes, it is!” Harry said, “Because I missed him. I want to… be with him. I am his mate now, aren’t I?”

“He’s dangerous now!” Diggle protested.

“He’s right, Potter. He could bite you.”

“But…” Harry cocked his head to the side, “I thought that he was harmless when he took his potion.”

“He could still bite you!” Moody huffed.

“Out of play, or during the heat of the moment.” Diggle said, nodding.

“And we don’t want another werewolf to take care of!” Moody said.

Harry looked at them like they were out of their minds. “But, I’m his lifemate. And anyways… he told me to stay here until he came back.”

“Well, he’s coming back, so now you can move.”

“No!” Harry frowned, “I’m NOT moving! I promised him that I’d stay here and wait for him. So that’s what I’m doing!”

“Potter…” Moody started, but he didn’t get a chance to continue his argument, because right then the front door crashed open. The three Aurors had the same frightened look on their faces.

“Oh, bloody hell…” Tonks said. They all took their wands out and pointed them at the bedroom door.

“NO!” Harry shouted, “Don’t hurt him!” he bounded out of bed, wearing only his red boxers, and stood in front of them, arms spread out.

“Out of the way, Harry!” Tonks shouted.

It only took a second, and the bedroom door was no more. There, behind Harry’s body that was stretched out in the shape of an X, stood Lupin- the werewolf.

Moody raised his wand to mutter a spell, but Harry, taking out his own wand from the back of his boxers, was quicker.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry enounced, and Moody’s wand flew out of his hand. Harry moved his wand from Moody to the other two in a threatening manner. “Don’t even think about it.”

Harry had growled under his throat, and it caused them to back off.

Behind him, Harry could hear the unmistakable sounds of panting, and he could smell Lupin’s breath over his bare skin. Harry turned, and came face to face with a six-foot werewolf, tongue hanging out, eyes glowing, teeth gleaming, and tail erect.

When he got closer to Lupin, he could hear shouts and gasps behind him, but he didn’t listen. Lupin snarled, making Harry quiver. He knew he was being crazy, but for some reason, he knew that Lupin wouldn’t hurt him.

Before he could explain it, Harry went down on all fours on the floor- Lupin watching him all the while with a madman’s look- and then Harry rolled over onto his back, and exposed his throat.

The Aurors were too dumbstruck to do anything as they watched Lupin move down closer to Harry. The werewolf made no sudden movements, as if it would bite or kill, so they waited to see what would happen.

It didn’t surprise Moody much when they saw Lupin bring his snout to Harry’s face. The boy must have done his reading, because he started to lick slightly at Lupin’s furry snout. Harry’s tongue was so very close to those dangerous fangs that it made even Moody’s stomach turn in fear.

“Careful, Potter…” Moody whispered.

Lupin made a soft barking noise, and then licked Harry’s face. Harry laughed and brought his arms up and around Lupin’s shaggy mane. He heard the Aurors gasp at the sight. Harry smiled to himself as he whimpered to Lupin, trying to use ‘wolf language’ as well as body language. Lupin moved his snout lower and started to sniff at Harry’s crotch.

Harry stiffened. Lupin, the werewolf’s snout, went into Harry’s boxers. Harry instinctively spread his legs wider, and Lupin sniffed around Harry’s anus. He suddenly started to laugh as Lupin licked him.

“That tickles!” He snorted.

This went on for a while, and the Aurors were getting more at ease with the situation. Moody figured- of course, he’s Lupin’s lifemate. But just as they decided to leave the two alone, they went on high alert again.

Lupin brought his mouth, full of very sharp fangs, down to Harry’s neck. Harry went back to showing throat, hoping that he was doing everything right, and then froze when he felt Lupin’s jaws lightly cover his Adam’s apple.

He didn’t even gulp, like he wanted to. He held his breath, waiting… keeping his head back, and shutting his eyes tightly.

Lupin’s teeth tightened ever so slightly on Harry’s throat.

Harry whined; sounding very much like a wolf.

It was the right thing to do. Harry had shown submission. Lupin released Harry’s neck, and the first thing he did when Lupin let go was bring up his hand and check for marks.

Luckily, his skin wasn’t broken. Lupin lowered his snout down Harry’s body again, and licked at Harry’s chest.

“Uh, what do we do now?” Tonks whispered to Moody.

“Well… I guess… we wait.” Moody said as he sat down in a chair.

Harry chuckled at the feel of Lupin’s tongue on his belly, and then lifted a hand up to scratch at Lupin’s ear. Lupin woofed playfully, and in return Harry’s let out a high-pitched squeak- the sound of intimacy.

~End of chapter 2~