My Beloved Monster
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,706
Reviews:
10
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter two
My Beloved Monster
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It could mean, perhaps, the beast that Harry Potter will turn into, or the creature that everyone thinks Severus Snape is… Or what will grow from the two and consume them both.
Plot: During the full moon there is an attack at Number 12 Grimmauld Place- big mistake. While the wolf and human part of Remus Lupin tries to protect Harry, things get out of hand and Harry inadvertently is the one who is bitten. Now the Boy-who-lived is the Boy-who-howled; can Remus help Harry through this hard transition, or will the young savior of the wizarding world succumb to his new animal instincts?
Disclaimer: I am not J.k. Rowling (as my writing will prove soon enough), nor a clone of her’s, nor am I a greedy relative… If you really want to sue me you can have the skittles but keep your hands OFF of my Mars bars!! Rawr…
A/N: to NieniSprings- sorry about your arm love, but don’t worry, there will be modifications made to our hero! ^_~
ALSO I would like to add that this chapter is much longer than the last because the next one will be awhile in coming (yes, even longer than this one) because the Half-blood Prince is out!!! BWAHAHAHA! I GOTS ME PRECIOUS!!!! So ta until then guys!
Chapter two- In Dawn’s Light
“There was a lot of blood lost…”
“… Much damage to what’s left of his skeletal muscle of the left arm, we’ll have to amputate the rest…”
“Biceps are completely shredded… There are some deltoids… Possibly function with…”
“… There has never been a positive reaction to… That form of alchemy has never held with… Too experimental…”
Four distinct voices fought their way into Harry’s conscious mind, which uncurled its self from a deep sleep like a snake and his eyes blearily opened to stare up at a high white ceiling; a ceiling he had stared up at many a time, a ceiling belonging to Hogworts school’s infirmary. But the world was out of focus around him, and the loss of the familiar weight of metal against the bridge of his nose made Harry’s face feel alien to him. Four figures stood over him in the early light of morning, talking in hushed tones and shadowed expressions. Harry’s mind kept slipping in and out of focus like a radio with bad reception, but he was able to pick out the voices through the haze.
“If a wizard is lucky enough to survive a werewolf’s bite, is that really luck at all? The boy’s life was hard enough as is- perhaps a termination would-”
“Enough, Severus. This is a grave situation indeed. Madam, is there nothing you can do for him?”
“I’m sorry, Professor Dumbledor, but if we could have found him sooner perhaps the infection would not have spread as quickly… It’s past the point of simply cutting off the rest of the limb- it’s made it’s way into his blood stream and has already worked into his senses…”
The voice of madam Pomfrey was soft and layered with deep regret and a motherly hopelessness at watching a child under her care suffer so. But, despite a building headache in the back of his head and a soreness that came from lying in bed too long, Harry felt fine. Too good, perhaps. And there was an itch on his nose but he couldn’t, for the life of him, move his left hand up to scratch it. Was it tied down for some reason?
“Will his magic over-power the disease? He has always been stronger than the other children, even stronger than most men. Perhaps he can…?”
“Wishful thinking, Black, at it’s best.”
Harry couldn’t stand this, just laying here while they talked about some unfortunate soul who had received a werewolf’s bite. He wanted to know who it was, if he could help them in some way. ‘Please don’t be Ron or Fred or George or any of the Order- let them be safe!’ Harry silently pleaded. With great force he was able to open his eyes wider, so that he wasn’t squinting up at the uninteresting ceiling or the blurry figures. Said figures, though, did not notice as one seemed to move closer to the other, his body rigid and fist rose. Before that fist could leave the man’s side, however, the calming voice of Albus Dumbledor spoke up.
“I am afraid, Sirius, that not even Harry Potter himself is strong enough to deter the inevitable course the curse has in mind. All we can do now is try to prepare him as best we can…”
‘What? No, leave me out of this… Figure out how to save that person…’
“All we can do now is watch over him, like we have for years, and try to make this transition as easy as possible.”
“W-w-who?”
The rasped out question was barely a whisper, but in the silent pause of the Headmaster’s last statement combined with the awful quiet of the infirmary, it was loud enough to reach the men above Harry. The one that had sounded like Severus Snape jerked back involuntarily but the one of his godfather rushed forward and kneeled beside the bed, their faces now level so that Harry could make out his warm black eyes, lined with circles from a sleepless night, ashen face, that was framed by a contrast of limp black hair. “Harry…” He murmured out, eyes catching some semblance of life and he raised a hand to brush a few strands of hair off of Harry’s forehead. Harry smiled back, glad of the comfort that was so readily given. Relishing in the feel of his godfather’s unconditional love and support, Harry collected as much strength as he could muster and looked up at the still shadowy figure of who he guessed was Albus Dumbledor. “Who… was bit? Is Ron… Is Ron… Okay? Neville?” His voice was hoarse from disuse and a parched throat, but it still carried around the room.
There was a choking sob somewhere behind Sirius, and Harry’s godfathers took on a look of deepest remorse as he glanced over his shoulder, and then back to the boy. “Harry…” Dumbledor came closer and sat at the edge of Harry’s hospital bed, laying a hand on the boy’s lower leg. “My boy… Harry…” The old wizard seemed to lose his train of thought a moment as he looked over to where the sob had come from. His face took on a stony appearance and he turned back to Harry. “They are fine. Minor cuts and scratches- but the house was vacated before any real harm could come to them…” At this Dumbledor looked down to his wizened hands, which were clutching each other in his lap. Harry had never seen the man act like this… “Last night was the full moon, and a hand full of Deatheaters decided to attack Grimmauld Place, perhaps in the hopes it would be semi-abandoned because of Remus’ condition.” Another pause. “When Professor Snape came back to us and reported what would be happening in just a few short minutes, naturally we vacated the premises. In the confusion, Ginny Weasely was forgotten in an upstairs bedroom. Do you remember, Harry?” Harry did remember, but he let the man go on, his mind finally catching up to his shaken body and a terrible feeling of dread filled him. ‘No.’
“Before we could find someone to go in and rescue her, your friend Ron had told you… You slipped away from us in the panic, Harry. No one could stop you. By the time we realized where you had gone…” His voice had taken on a grave tone and suddenly Harry’s mind snapped. Everything fell into place and he didn’t need Dumbledor to go on, because he could see it all playing out before him.
A red faced and crying Ron, thrashing in his mother’s arms to go in and save his baby sister, a scared and like whys tearful Hermione helping to hold him back. No one noticed as Harry had slipped in through the back door and made his way hurriedly down the hall. He had called for Ginny twice, and was about to try again as he reached the main entranceway when the scene had hit him. Thirty Deatheaters, surrounding a partly transformed Remus Lupin who was being backed against a screaming portrait. It was all Harry had to see before he dove into action, taking out three of the masked men from behind, and another in an actual duel. But it was when Harry had tried to catch his breath that the blur of dark fur, matted with blood, had rushed him to get at a Deatheater behind Harry, raising his wand for the attack.
And then there was only pain. A burning, searing sensation.
“The battle was already over when we came to find you, and it took us over half an hour to trace you to the room with Buckbeak. He would not let us touch you unless Sirius was there…”
There was a rustling of clothing as someone stood just out of Harry’s line of sight, but he saw how Severus Snape’s lip curled up in a grimace as the shabby figure made it’s way forward. The person placed a hand on Sirius shoulder, and quickly Harry’s godfather stood to permit the newcomer access to his place. Harry mourned the loss of his godfather’s comfort, but that was instantly forgotten as amber eyes met jade.
“Remus?”
A/A/N: How will Harry react to being attacked by someone he cares deeply for? How will Remus deal with the fact that he has just turned Harry into a monster like himself? How will Sirius learn to live with these two when it’s that time of the month??
Find out next week!
~ Anomalous
___________________
It could mean, perhaps, the beast that Harry Potter will turn into, or the creature that everyone thinks Severus Snape is… Or what will grow from the two and consume them both.
Plot: During the full moon there is an attack at Number 12 Grimmauld Place- big mistake. While the wolf and human part of Remus Lupin tries to protect Harry, things get out of hand and Harry inadvertently is the one who is bitten. Now the Boy-who-lived is the Boy-who-howled; can Remus help Harry through this hard transition, or will the young savior of the wizarding world succumb to his new animal instincts?
Disclaimer: I am not J.k. Rowling (as my writing will prove soon enough), nor a clone of her’s, nor am I a greedy relative… If you really want to sue me you can have the skittles but keep your hands OFF of my Mars bars!! Rawr…
A/N: to NieniSprings- sorry about your arm love, but don’t worry, there will be modifications made to our hero! ^_~
ALSO I would like to add that this chapter is much longer than the last because the next one will be awhile in coming (yes, even longer than this one) because the Half-blood Prince is out!!! BWAHAHAHA! I GOTS ME PRECIOUS!!!! So ta until then guys!
Chapter two- In Dawn’s Light
“There was a lot of blood lost…”
“… Much damage to what’s left of his skeletal muscle of the left arm, we’ll have to amputate the rest…”
“Biceps are completely shredded… There are some deltoids… Possibly function with…”
“… There has never been a positive reaction to… That form of alchemy has never held with… Too experimental…”
Four distinct voices fought their way into Harry’s conscious mind, which uncurled its self from a deep sleep like a snake and his eyes blearily opened to stare up at a high white ceiling; a ceiling he had stared up at many a time, a ceiling belonging to Hogworts school’s infirmary. But the world was out of focus around him, and the loss of the familiar weight of metal against the bridge of his nose made Harry’s face feel alien to him. Four figures stood over him in the early light of morning, talking in hushed tones and shadowed expressions. Harry’s mind kept slipping in and out of focus like a radio with bad reception, but he was able to pick out the voices through the haze.
“If a wizard is lucky enough to survive a werewolf’s bite, is that really luck at all? The boy’s life was hard enough as is- perhaps a termination would-”
“Enough, Severus. This is a grave situation indeed. Madam, is there nothing you can do for him?”
“I’m sorry, Professor Dumbledor, but if we could have found him sooner perhaps the infection would not have spread as quickly… It’s past the point of simply cutting off the rest of the limb- it’s made it’s way into his blood stream and has already worked into his senses…”
The voice of madam Pomfrey was soft and layered with deep regret and a motherly hopelessness at watching a child under her care suffer so. But, despite a building headache in the back of his head and a soreness that came from lying in bed too long, Harry felt fine. Too good, perhaps. And there was an itch on his nose but he couldn’t, for the life of him, move his left hand up to scratch it. Was it tied down for some reason?
“Will his magic over-power the disease? He has always been stronger than the other children, even stronger than most men. Perhaps he can…?”
“Wishful thinking, Black, at it’s best.”
Harry couldn’t stand this, just laying here while they talked about some unfortunate soul who had received a werewolf’s bite. He wanted to know who it was, if he could help them in some way. ‘Please don’t be Ron or Fred or George or any of the Order- let them be safe!’ Harry silently pleaded. With great force he was able to open his eyes wider, so that he wasn’t squinting up at the uninteresting ceiling or the blurry figures. Said figures, though, did not notice as one seemed to move closer to the other, his body rigid and fist rose. Before that fist could leave the man’s side, however, the calming voice of Albus Dumbledor spoke up.
“I am afraid, Sirius, that not even Harry Potter himself is strong enough to deter the inevitable course the curse has in mind. All we can do now is try to prepare him as best we can…”
‘What? No, leave me out of this… Figure out how to save that person…’
“All we can do now is watch over him, like we have for years, and try to make this transition as easy as possible.”
“W-w-who?”
The rasped out question was barely a whisper, but in the silent pause of the Headmaster’s last statement combined with the awful quiet of the infirmary, it was loud enough to reach the men above Harry. The one that had sounded like Severus Snape jerked back involuntarily but the one of his godfather rushed forward and kneeled beside the bed, their faces now level so that Harry could make out his warm black eyes, lined with circles from a sleepless night, ashen face, that was framed by a contrast of limp black hair. “Harry…” He murmured out, eyes catching some semblance of life and he raised a hand to brush a few strands of hair off of Harry’s forehead. Harry smiled back, glad of the comfort that was so readily given. Relishing in the feel of his godfather’s unconditional love and support, Harry collected as much strength as he could muster and looked up at the still shadowy figure of who he guessed was Albus Dumbledor. “Who… was bit? Is Ron… Is Ron… Okay? Neville?” His voice was hoarse from disuse and a parched throat, but it still carried around the room.
There was a choking sob somewhere behind Sirius, and Harry’s godfathers took on a look of deepest remorse as he glanced over his shoulder, and then back to the boy. “Harry…” Dumbledor came closer and sat at the edge of Harry’s hospital bed, laying a hand on the boy’s lower leg. “My boy… Harry…” The old wizard seemed to lose his train of thought a moment as he looked over to where the sob had come from. His face took on a stony appearance and he turned back to Harry. “They are fine. Minor cuts and scratches- but the house was vacated before any real harm could come to them…” At this Dumbledor looked down to his wizened hands, which were clutching each other in his lap. Harry had never seen the man act like this… “Last night was the full moon, and a hand full of Deatheaters decided to attack Grimmauld Place, perhaps in the hopes it would be semi-abandoned because of Remus’ condition.” Another pause. “When Professor Snape came back to us and reported what would be happening in just a few short minutes, naturally we vacated the premises. In the confusion, Ginny Weasely was forgotten in an upstairs bedroom. Do you remember, Harry?” Harry did remember, but he let the man go on, his mind finally catching up to his shaken body and a terrible feeling of dread filled him. ‘No.’
“Before we could find someone to go in and rescue her, your friend Ron had told you… You slipped away from us in the panic, Harry. No one could stop you. By the time we realized where you had gone…” His voice had taken on a grave tone and suddenly Harry’s mind snapped. Everything fell into place and he didn’t need Dumbledor to go on, because he could see it all playing out before him.
A red faced and crying Ron, thrashing in his mother’s arms to go in and save his baby sister, a scared and like whys tearful Hermione helping to hold him back. No one noticed as Harry had slipped in through the back door and made his way hurriedly down the hall. He had called for Ginny twice, and was about to try again as he reached the main entranceway when the scene had hit him. Thirty Deatheaters, surrounding a partly transformed Remus Lupin who was being backed against a screaming portrait. It was all Harry had to see before he dove into action, taking out three of the masked men from behind, and another in an actual duel. But it was when Harry had tried to catch his breath that the blur of dark fur, matted with blood, had rushed him to get at a Deatheater behind Harry, raising his wand for the attack.
And then there was only pain. A burning, searing sensation.
“The battle was already over when we came to find you, and it took us over half an hour to trace you to the room with Buckbeak. He would not let us touch you unless Sirius was there…”
There was a rustling of clothing as someone stood just out of Harry’s line of sight, but he saw how Severus Snape’s lip curled up in a grimace as the shabby figure made it’s way forward. The person placed a hand on Sirius shoulder, and quickly Harry’s godfather stood to permit the newcomer access to his place. Harry mourned the loss of his godfather’s comfort, but that was instantly forgotten as amber eyes met jade.
“Remus?”
A/A/N: How will Harry react to being attacked by someone he cares deeply for? How will Remus deal with the fact that he has just turned Harry into a monster like himself? How will Sirius learn to live with these two when it’s that time of the month??
Find out next week!
~ Anomalous