Of Wolf and Man

\"Hmm,\" Sirius agreed, and Harry closed his eyes as well, snuggling between two warm bodies. He didn\'t even have to clear his mind, because for some odd reason, his mind had never been as clear as this before.

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Buckbeak tilted his head to the side and gave Harry a curious look when he stepped inside the hippogriff\'s room.

\"I\'ve got some bacon left over from breakfast,\" Harry said while he put the plate down in front of Buckbeak. Sniffing the bacon carefully, Buckbeak took a bite and started chomping down the food.

Harry sat down on the bed, watching the hippogriff eat, letting his thoughts drift off to all that had happened these past twenty-four hours.

When they\'d awakened late that morning, Harry had felt awkward. It had been the first time he\'d ever woken up next to someone else after all, and it hadn\'t been just anyone, but Sirius and Remus. But both men hadn\'t shown any signs of being uncomfortable about what had happened, and after a few good morning hugs and kisses they\'d all moved to the bathroom to shower and shave and get dressed.

Sirius had cooked breakfast and they\'d eaten it in the kitchen, making small talk. Neither Sirius nor Remus brought up the events of the previous night, and while Harry did want to talk about it, he didn\'t feel confident enough with the whole situation to bring it up.

So he\'d excused himself, needing a bit of time alone to let everything sink in.

He was a werewolf.

That idea seemed too surreal and abstract to comprehend. He was going to change into a violent beast once a month, which could only be contained by a potion Snape had to brew for him.

It had been his own stupidity that got him infected. Harry couldn\'t blame Moony, because the wolf had only acted out of instinct. And he couldn\'t blame Remus either, since he\'d not had any control over that part of himself. He could only blame himself for not realizing that werewolves could infect people in other ways than the often-fatal bite. All he had thought was that as long as Moony didn\'t bite him, things would be okay.

Saliva. Semen. How could he have not realized that it was infectious?

Harry shook his head, rubbing his palms over his thighs. It still seemed hard to believe that he was a werewolf, since he\'d not transformed yet. Up until now it had only manifested itself in odd physical discomforts like his headaches, and those strange urges that itched and ached and had made him feel so savage for a moment that previous night when Remus had offered himself to him.

So he was a werewolf. Harry supposed there were worse things in the world that could have happened to him. He remembered Neville, and that his friend had lost his only remaining family. In Harry\'s eyes, that was a far worse thing to happen than to become a werewolf. At least he still had Sirius. And now he had Remus, as well. He had the both of them in a way he\'d never thought he\'d ever have them.

But that was part of what caused Harry to feel so insecure about things. Why did Sirius and Remus want him? Harry was sure they just felt guilty about what had happened. They probably just pitied him. Because why else would two men like Sirius and Remus want him -- scrawny, four-eyed, inexperienced, stupid Harry Potter -- when they could just be happy together?

Harry sighed and leaned his chin on his hands, elbows digging into his knees.

A soft knock on the door startled him, he he looked up to see it open. Remus peered inside, giving Harry a small smile.

\"Mind if I join you?\"

Harry sat up, looking down at his shoes. \"No, not at all.\"

Closing the door softly behind him, Remus nodded at Buckbeak, and sat down next to Harry. Still not looking up, Harry tensed when he felt the mattress dip beside him, not sure why he felt uncomfortable with Remus\' presence. A small, insistent voice nagged in the back of his mind, telling him that Remus had probably sought him out to tell him he regretted what had happened the previous night and that he and Sirius didn\'t want to be with him again in that way.

\"The full moon is in less than a week.\"

Harry looked up, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a trembling finger. \"Yeah, I know. It\'s on my birthday.\"

Nodding, Remook ook a deep breath, taking his time to exhale, and turned to look at Harry. \"I wish I could have given you something other than this as a birthday present. For what it\'s worth, Harry, I\'m sorry.\"

\"Don\'t,\" Harry said, raising his hand and furrowing his brow. \"It\'s not your fault. I should have known better. But like you said yesterday, it happened. Can\'t change anything about that now.\"

\"No, we can\'t. We can only deal with it.\" Remus pursed his lips and gave Harry a questioning look. \"How are you feeling?\"

\"Okay. A bit tired.\" Harry wasn\'t lying, technically, since he didn\'t feel an itch or an ache at that moment. He just chose not to mention certain things that worried him, even if Remus might be inquiring after those as well. \"I miss Moony, though,\" he whispered, not sure why he said that, other than that he did miss his lupine friend.

\"You\'ll see Moony again.\" Remus shifted closer to him, and Harry tried very hard not to flinch or pull away when Remus put his hand on his thigh. \"And until you do I can offer myself as a meager replacement, and throw Sirius in as an added bonus.\"

Remus smiled, his eyes gleaming just a bit, betraying his amusement, but it unsettled Harry, who didn\'t find it amusing at all.

\"But why?\" he asked, his voice louder and harsher than he had meant it to be. \"Why do you and Sirius of aof a sudden want to do... that with me?\"

Much to Harry\'s surprise, Remus didn\'t pull away or get angry with him or tell him to calm down. Remus\' smile just grew bigger, even a little teasing.

\"You\'re worried that what happened last night was just a pity fuck?\"

Harry shrugged. \", ye, yeah, because neither you nor Sirius have ever shown any interest in me before. Not that I can blame you, I mean, look at me!\"

Remus laughed, and Harry wanted to hurt him for it, because now Remus was obviously making fun of him, and Harry wasn\'t in the least bit amused.

\"Oh, Harry, if you only knew,\" Remus said, and squeezed Harry\'s thigh.

\"I don\'t know,\" Harry muttered, glaring down at Remus\' offending hand.

\"If you only knew how long Sirius has been attracted to you,\" Remus continued, and Harry snapped his gaze up, looking at Remus with wide eyes. \"Oh yes, Harry. Your godfather has been having inappropriate thoughts about you for a long time.\"

\"Since last summer,\" Harry whispered, remembering what Sirius had said last night when his godfather had fisted his cock.

\"That\'s what he told you, but in reality it\'s been much longer than that.\" Remus licked his lips and ran his hand through Harry\'s hair. \"He\'s just never acted on it, because it wouldn\'t have been appropriate. You were far too young, and he really didn\'t want to feel that way about you, since he\'s your godfather, and he thought he\'d be letting James and Lily down if he treated you like anything other than a godson.\"

Harry kept looking at Remus with wide eyes, listening, and leaning into Remus\' touch without even realizing he was doing so.

\"It was why he compared you to James for a while. Sirius hoped that if he could think of you as another James, his feelings for you would pass. When I asked him about his behavior, he confessed his feelings and we had a couple of long talks about that subject. I managed to convince him that he shouldn\'t treat you like that merely because he was having feelings for you.\"

\"But,\" Harry sputtered, overwhelmed by the knowledge that Sirius had liked him that way, had wanted him that way, ever since his fifth year at Hogwarts. \"Sirius loves you.\"

\"Yes, he does,\" Remus said, now running his fingers over the back of Harry\'s neck, which made Harry shiver in a rather pleasurable way. \"But it\'s possible to love more than one person that way. Sirius loves you very much, Harry. Never doubt that.\"

\"I won\'t,\" Harry whispered, feeling an odd warmth spread through his chest, knowing that Sirius did love him that way. And Harry realized that during the course of this summer, he\'d come to love Sirius in that way as well. Sirius wasn\'t his father or his uncle or his brother, but a man Harry felt attracted to and trusted and loved.

\"How about you?\" he asked, worrying his bottom lip, unsure if such a question was perhaps too straightforward.

\"I\'ve always been very fond of you. I\'ve watched you grow up from a strong, competent boy into a strong, competent young man. I just never allowed myself to think anything else of you than that.\" Remus caressed Harry\'s cheek, leaning his face closer so he could press his lips in Harry\'s tousled hair. \"Until this summer.\"

Closing his eyes, Harry held his breath, wanting to hear Remus say more and wanting Remus to stay quiet, because it still wasn\'t clear to him if Remus wanted him in that way or not. His hand slipped across his own leg between Remus\' thighs, seeking the warmth he so desperately wanted to feel burning in his chest, just as it had done for Sirius. \"What... happened this summer?\" he breathed, feeling Remus nuzzle his ear while an arm slid across his shoulders, pulling him closer.

\"Moony is what happened. I might not have controlled every part of Moony\'s mind, but I was there, Harry. I felt everything, I heard everything, I tasted everything. How could I not have fallen for you?\"

The itch had returned, but it was a good itch, awakening his cock and taking over the control of his hand, making it creep up Remus\' thigh until it pressed against the outline of Remus\' hard prick.

Remus was hard for him.

That knowledge plus Remus\' words were enough to ignite the burning heat in his chest, spreading through his whole body when Remus cupped his groin, pressing his palm against Harry\'s engorged cock. Tilting his head, Harry pressed his mouth to Remus\' and kissed him, his lips moving in slow sweeps over Remus\', and Harry didn\'t think he would ever doubt Remus again.

\"I\'m not Moony,\" Remus whispered against Harry\'s lips after he\'d pulled back from their kiss. Harry grinned, and darted his tongue out to give Remus\' bottom lip a teasing lick.

\"I know. You\'re much better than Moony.\" Harry wanted to kiss Remus again, but Remus pulled back, pressing his fingers to Harry\'s lips.

\"Before this gets out of hand, I wanted to discuss a few things with you.\"

\"Okay,\" Harry sighed, willing blood from his erection back to his brain so he could concentrate on what Remus was going to say to him rather than on the idea of having sex with the other man.

\"About those urges you felt last night,\" Remus started, and Harry nodded his head, clearly remembering those odd feelings of dominance and power that had controlled him for a moment when he\'d licked and nibbled his way down Remus\' body.

\"Those urges come with being a werewolf. When I was your age, I had them all the time, as well. Usually at very inappropriate moments. As I got older, I learned to control them a bit more, but they will never go away.\"

\"So it\'s just part of the infection then?\"

\"Yes. You can\'t stop them, so it\'s best to learn to recognize them and let them out in a controlled way. And by that I mean with Sirius and me instead of an unsuspecting classmate at Hogwarts.\"

Chuckling, Harry rolled his eyes. \"I\'m not planning on doing anything with any classmates. Not now that I\'ve got you and Sirius.\"

\"I was hoping you\'d say that,\" Remus whispered, pressing a soft kiss just below Harry\'s ear. \"As for the transformation, it will be painful, Harry. Very painful.\"

\"More painful than the Cruciatus curse?\" Harry asked, figuring that he knew real pain ever since Voldemort had treated him to that particular surprise.

\"I think you can compare it to the Cruciatus curse, but it\'s different, since your entire body will transform.\"

\"But why is it so painful? I mean, when Sirius changes into Padfoot his whole body transforms as well, and that\'s not painful.\"

\"Oh, that\'s an excellent question,\" Remus said, his eyes gleaming in a way Harry recognized from the time Remus had been his professor; eager to share knowledge and happy when someone was genuinely interested in the things he had to say. Harry couldn\'t help but smile, because it looked so familiar, and yet not, since he saw Remus differently now, no longer his former professor, but his lover.

\"When an animagus transforms, his body doesn\'t fight the change, since the wizard is using his own magic to take on another form. But with lycanthropy, the body fights the transformation. You have to see the infection as a virus, or as a parasite even. Your body will always fight it, because it recognizes it as something that doesn\'t belong there. That is what makes the transformation so painful.\"

\"That makes sense,\" Harry said, trying not to shudder at the thought of having some sort of parasite living inside of him.

\"I also want you to understand what a werewolf is,\" Remus continued, now giving Harry a very stern look. \"With the Wolfsbane Potion, you will be able to keep your human mind, and you will have a lot more control over yourself than I had over Moony while I was stuck as him after that hex.\" Remus took a deep breath, curling his fingers around the back of Harry\'s neck, and giving it a meaningful squeeze.

\"But without the Wolfsbane Potion, you will not have any control over the wolf. You won\'t even remember much after you transform back to yourself. Without the potion, Harry, you will be a killer during that night of the month.\"

\"I know,\" Harry whispered, clearly remembering the way Moony had looked the night of the last full moon. It was a bit hard to imagine himself like that, but he did understand what a real werewolf looked like and was capable of.

\"We\'ll provide you with the Wolfsbane Potion, but there might be times in the future when it\'s not available.\" Remus cupped Harry\'s chin, staring straight into his eyes. \"I want you to promise me, Harry, that if you ever find yourself alone and without the potion, you will lock yourself away on nights of the full moon. Plain wood won\'t hold a werewolf captive. Charmed wood and iron bars will. Promise me this, Harry.\"

\"I promise,\" Harry said, and he meant it. While he didn\'t quite understand yet what it was like to be a werewolf, he did understand the implications and the consequences.

\"Thank you,\" Remus whispered, his expression softening, and he gave Harry an almost chaste kiss. But the light touch of Remus\' mouth awakened Harry\'s cock once again, and he retaliated by crushing his lips on Remus\', driving his tongue inside Remus\' mouth and squeezing Remus\' prick through his robes.

Grinning, Remus let himself fall back on the bed, but Harry didn\'t follow him down. Instead, he shifted his legs onto the bed, leaned back on his hands, and gave Remus mischievous smirk. Remus raised a curious eyebrow.

\"Tell me, Mr Lupin, what you want to do with me?\" Harry asked, opening his mouth and dragging the tip of his tongue across his lips.

\"I want to watch you masturbate,\" Remus replied unabashed, trailing his hand down his body, running the tips of his fingers across the obvious bulge in his robes. \"I want to see you stroke yourself to climax. I want you to suck my cock hard. And I want to come on your face.\"

For a moment, Harry thought he might actually cream his underwear, because Remus\' hoarse, teasing voice went straight to his balls and made his cock pulse violently.

\"Please,\" he moaned, wanting to do everything Remus had suggested and so much more. Reaching for his robes, Harry started undoing his buttons, slipping his hand inside to pull out his hard --

\"Remus! Harry! We\'ve got company.\"

\"Fuck, no,\" Harry groaned as Sirius\' voice echoed through the hallway. He released his cock and gave Remus a very childish pout, his glasses slipping down his nose.

Sitting up, Remus pulled Harry close and gave him a comforting kiss before pushing his glasses back up his nose. \"Don\'t worry. I\'m sure we\'ll find a moment later today to continue where we left off. And I\'m sure Sirius wouldn\'t mind watching you masturbate, either.\"

Harry groaned again, miserable and disappointed that they were forced to abandon their fun. Still, the idea of actually stroking himself in front of both Remus and Sirius was enough to lift his spirits, so he buttoned up his robes without further complaints. \"Who\'s visiting us, anyway?\"

\"Dumbledore. We fire-called him and asked him to stop by.\"

The mention of the headmaster\'s name tied Harry\'s stomach up in a knot, and he swallowed against the sudden constriction in his throat.

\"What are we going to tell him?\" he asked, shifting closer to Remus, just needing to feel his warmth and strength because he appeared to have lost his own.

\"The truth,\" Remus said, and when Harry looked at him in shock, he added with a smile: \"Of course we\'ll leave certain details out, but we\'ll have to tell him the basic facts.\"

\"I guess,\" Harry sighed, not at all looking forward to seeing the headmaster, but pushing himself off the bed anyway, knowing there was no way he could escape this particular doom.

Quietly, Harry followed Remus out of the room and down the stairs, unable to stop his mind from coming up with ways Dumbledore was going to expel him for his stupidity. But as he walked into the hallway, Harry spotted Sirius waiting for them, and the warm feeling in his chest returned.

Grabbing Sirius\' hand, Harry pulled him to the side and up against the wall right under Kreacher\'s head – and there was no doubt who had put Kreacher up there after Harry\'s fifth year, right before he\'d torched his mother\'s portrait off the wall.

\"Harry?\" Sirius looked down at him in surprise, but Harry kept quiet and tilted his head up to give his godfather a firm kiss.

\"What was that for?\" Sirius asked after Harry pulled back.

Harry shrugged. \"Because I love you,\" he mumbled, fumbling with the buttons on his robes.

\"Ah. That\'s good to know.\" Sirius pressed a warm kiss on the top of Harry\'s head, and steered him in the direction of the drawing room.

Harry swallowed when he saw Dumbledore sitting in one of the leather chairs, and gasped when he spotted Snape standing near the fireplace. He looked at Remus, ready to protest Snape\'s presence, because Harry had no desire to confess his own stupidity in front of that man, but Remus\' narrowed gaze clearly told him that protesting was out of the question.

So Harry flopped down on the couch beside Remus, pursing his lips, not quite looking at Dumbledore and definitely not looking at Snape. He felt the couch dip on his other side as Sirius sat down next to him.

\"Was there a problem with the counter-hex?\" Dumbledore asked, concern and curiosity written all over his face.

\"Oh, no,\" Remus said, smiling pleasantly. \"It worked perfectly, and I\'m feeling as good as ever.\"

\"So why did you insist we rushed down here?\" Snape snarled, crossing his arms. \"I have better things to do with my time than to keep coming to your rescue, Lupin.\"

\"Harry got infected.\"

While the deafening impact of Remus\' words resounded across the room, Harry concluded that Remus had a definite talent for making whispered words sound like a scream and make them feel like a punch in the gut.

No one said a word for what seemed like a very long time, and Harry started when he felt Sirius put his hand on his knee, not squeezing but just resting it there, a very protective gesture that put Harry\'s contracting stomach at ease.

\"My, my, Black,\" Snape spat, and even though Harry was happy to hear something other than thundering silence, he knew he wasn\'t going to like what Snape had to say. \"It seems you can\'t even keep your godson safe under your own roof. This only shows what a pathetic wizard you truly are.\"

Snape\'s words cut through the room like a razor-sharp blade, but that didn\'t stop Sirius from jumping to his feet instantly. Whipping out his wand, Sirius pushed Snape back against the mantel, his eyes blazing and his teeth bared.

But Snape did nothing more than tilt his head back and sneer at Sirius.

\"You listen to me, you greasy bastard,\" Sirius snarled, digging his wand into Snape\'s throat. \"If this comes out... if any of what is said in this room today hurts Harry or Remus in any way, I will find you. And I will rip you apart.\"

\"Oh, please, spare me your petty threats,\" Snape drawled, but Sirius pushed against the Potions master harder.

\"Not a threat, Snape. Just a promise. If Harry or Remus gets hurt, I won\'t even care if it was your fault or not. I will kill you. Very slowly.\" Sirius\' voice was uncharacteristically soft, something that worried Harry to no end. He didn\'t think he\'d ever seen Sirius so pissed off that he\'d actually whisper instead of shout.

\"This only shows what a maniacal murderer you really are, Black,\" Snape said in an admirably steady voice. \"It\'s not my fault Lupin is a vicious beast, careless enough to infect that brainless brat.\"

\"Stop it! Both of you!\"

Harry shrank back at Dumbledore\'s harsh tone and infuriated glare. Even though it wasn\'t directed at him, Harry couldn\'t help feeling as if it was, and it made him want to hide behind Remus or Sirius or both.

Giving Snape one last glare, Sirius stepped away from him, and lowered himself to the couch again, wand still in his hand.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, his expression as mild and friendly as it usually was. \"Are you sure, Remus?\"

\"One hundred percent, unfortunately,\" Remus said, and Dumbledore gave him a short nod.

\"This is a most unfortunate development, but I assume it was an accident. Why don\'t you tell me what happened, Harry?\"

Before looking up at the headmaster, Harry forced his feelings of shame and guilt aside and focused on his Occlumency training. While he wasn\'t planning to actually lie to Dumbledore, he sure as hell didn\'t want to tell him the whole truth, either. So he cleared his mind, focusing only on those parts of the truth he wanted to share, and met Dumbledore\'s curious gaze.

\"It was an accident,\" Harry said, his voice so steady and monotone it almost sounded mechanical. \"I was playing with Moony and things got rougher than they should have. Moony managed to create a few very small cuts on my skin, but his saliva had enough time to infect me before I discovered what happened.\"

Harry kept his eyes locked with Dumbledore\'s while keeping his mind locked to the headmaster\'s inquisitive gaze. For a moment they just stared at each other, Harry\'s face set in a determined mask. Dumbledore\'s eyes twinkled and his lips twitched up in a smile. Then the headmaster lowered his gaze, and Harry let out a silent breath that had been stuck in the back of his throat.

\"Very well,\" Dumbledore said, and looked up at Harry again. Harry was surprised to see amusement in Dumbledore\'s light blue eyes, as well as something that looked an awful lot like pride.

\"I\'m sorry to hear this has happened to you, Harry, but what\'s done is done. We will now have to decide on ways to let you attend Hogwarts for your final year.\" Dumbledore looked up at Snape, who had been looking at Harry suspiciously, obviously aware Harry had just used Occlumency but unable to call him on it, since the whole point of teaching Harry Occlumency was so he learned to use it.

\"Since Severus will provide you with the Wolfsbane Potion, things will not be as risky as when Remus attended Hogwarts before that potion was available. Of course, it still would be best if you spend those nights in the Shrieking Shack, so as not to alarm any other students. I believe it would be best to keep this a secret, Harry, even from your friends. At least as long as you\'re in school.\"

Harry wanted to object, since he had no intention of keeping this from Ron and Hermione. He knew his friends would support him and keep his secret for him, but Remus quickly put his hand on Harry\'s arm and gave it a discreet squeeze.

\"Albus, it seems that Harry has an unusual connection to Moony, perhaps because the infection did not involve any violence or aggression, so I\'d like to ask if it\'s possible that Sirius and I spend the evenings around the full moon and the night of the full moon with Harry at Hogwarts.\" Remus ignored Snape\'s snort and waited patiently for the headmaster\'s response to his suggestion.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and ran his hand down his long beard, appearing to be deep in thought. When Remus cleared his throat politely, Dumbledore looked up at him and waved his hand dismissively. \"Oh, yes, I\'m sure we\'ll find a way for you two to stay with Harry in the Shack. That won\'t be a problem at all.\"

That had been a lot easier than Harry had expected, and by the surprised glances Sirius and Remus exchanged, Harry knew they shared his sentiment. Dumbledore still appeared to be deep in thought, although Harry didn\'t have an idea about what the old wizard was thinking. Even Snape seemed at a loss, since he was looking at Dumbledore with a furrowed brow.

\"Severus, my boy,\" Dumbledore said at last, startling the four of them, \"I believe it is time we started teaching Harry Legilimency as well. Harry, we will continue your Occlumency lessons and start on Legilimency as soon as you return to Hogwarts.\"

\"Excuse me?\" both Harry and Snape said, and then glared at each other in offence.

\"We will have to keep your condition a secret, Harry,\" Dumbledore said, rubbing his hands contently in his lap, his expression cheerful and happy as if he\'d just received another Order of Merlin, First Class. \"Voldemort will never see this coming.\"

\"Voldemort?\" Harry asked.

\"See what coming?\" Remus inquired softly.

\"What in Salazar\'s name are you talking about, Albus?\" Snape glared at the old headmaster, clenching his hands into fists, his whole body tense with obvious irritation.

\"The connection, of course!\" Dumbledore looked at them as if he couldn\'t for the life of him understand why they didn\'t get it. \"The connection between Voldemort and Harry. Although I\'m not entirely sure yet, I believe there will be a chance we can use Harry\'s unfortunate condition to our advantage. I don\'t think Voldemort will ever expect to find a creature as strong as a werewolf rummaging around in his mind.\"

Before anyone could respond, Dumbledore got up, suddenly looking at least fifty years younger, and gave the three men on the couch a curt nod. \"We will talk later. Severus, come, we have much to research.\"

\"Oh, jolly,\" Snape muttered, trying to put up his usual sarcastic and annoyed front, but Harry could see the Potions master\'s dark eyes gleam and the corners of his mouth twitch up just a bit. An expression that told Harry that Snape didn\'t mind the research all that much, since it had piqued his interest.

\"That went well,\" Sirius stated the moment Snape pulled the door closed behind himself and the headmaster. Harry looked up at his godfather with a smile, and relaxed between his two lovers.

His two lovers. Those words made Harry want to giggle like a second-year school girl, but he restrained himself and instead grinned sheepishly.

\"The connection,\" Remus muttered, not paying any attention to either Harry or Sirius. \"Why didn\'t I think of that?\"

\"Because you are not a hundred-and-fifty-year-old wizard who has no other hobbies besides drinking tea and wanking to ancient spell books,\" Sirius offered.

Harry snickered, but Remus turned to look at them, eyes wide and shining in amazement. \"It makes sense, doesn\'t it?\"

\"Sure it does,\" Sirius said, putting his arm around Harry\'s shoulders and pulling him close. \"So, can we move on to the wild sex now?\"

But Remus didn\'t hear any of Sirius\' teasing. He got up and walked to the desk in the corner of the room, picking up one of the many books that were scattered on top of it. \"I know I read something about Dark Creatures and mind bonds.\"

Sirius turned to look at Harry. \"How about you and me get dirty and sweaty, eh?\"

\"Sounds good,\" Harry whispered, adjusting his growing erection. But then his stomach spoiled the mood by making a loud, rumbling sound.

\"Food first. Hot shagging later.\" Sirius got up and pulled Harry with him. \"Remus! Food!\"

\"Yes,\" Remus said, following them out of the room with his nose still buried inside his book. \"See, here it is. Oh, but it refers to a volume of Dangerous Beasts. I have that here as well.\"

But as Remus wanted to turn around in search of yet another book, Sirius grabbed his chin and forced Remus to look up at him.

\"We eat first. Then we shag ourselves silly. And then you can do all the research you want.\" Sirius gave Remus a soft kiss, and Remus nodded his head.

\"All right. We can research later.\" Looking at the book in his hands wistfully, Remus put it down on the table and followed Sirius out of the room, leaving Harry with a moment of peace to collect his thoughts.

Dumbledore hadn\'t expelled him. In fact, Dumbledore wanted to teach him Legilimency, and was sure Harry could use his new condition against Voldemort. Sirius and Remus wanted him. Sirius and Remus wanted him right after lunch. Harry grinned, and made his way down to the kitchen, thinking that things hadn\'t turned out all that bad despite the stupid mistakes he\'d made.

~~~~~~~~~~

Harry woke up to feel a naked, warm body pressed against his, a secure arm holding him close, and soft lips placing light kisses on his eyes and nose and mouth.

\"Happy birthday, Harry.\"

Smiling, Harry stretched and blinked up at Remus. \"Thanks.\"

It didn\'t feel awkward at all anymore, to wake up next to someone else. After his initial discomfort the first morning, Harry had loved waking up to hugs and kisses, which often resulted in mind-blowing sex even before the day had really started. But something was off that morning. Giving Remus a kiss, Harry reached for his other side, but didn\'t feel the warm body of Sirius that normally lay there.

Remus grinned, running one hand up and down Harry\'s back. \"Sirius wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.\"

And as if on cue, the bedroom door swung open and Sirius stepped inside, starkers, balancing two trays on his hands, a long trail of presents floating behind him.

\"Thank Merlin for aprons, or else I would have fried my bollocks off,\" Sirius said as he put one of the trays down on Harry\'s lap. Harry felt his mouth water when he looked down at the plates filled with scrambled eggs, sausages, fried tomatoes and toast.

\"And Snape sent a birthday present as well.\" Sirius handed the other tray that held two steaming goblets to Remus, and slipped under the covers beside Harry. The presents floated to the end of the bed, and fell to the blankets in a disorganized heap.

\"Look at our boy. All grown up.\" Sirius wiped an imaginary tear away from the corner of his eye, and grabbed Harry\'s face in his hands, planting a firm kiss on his lips. \"Happy birthday, Harry.\"

\"Thanks,\" Harry mumbled, grinning from ear to ear. This had to be the best birthday he\'d ever had.

\"Seventeen! I can remember changing his diapers as if it were only yesterday!\"

Harry buried his face in his hands, feeling his cheeks flush. He really didn\'t want to think about the fact that Sirius had changed his diapers in the past.

\"You do know that this only means that you are getting old, don\'t you?\" Remus teased, and Sirius gave him a smirk.

\"It\'s called the prime of life, Moony.\"

\"Actually, it\'s called middle-age, and what you are referring to is a midlife crisis, which you are obviously suffering from since you insisted on taking a teenage lover.\"

Harry couldn\'t take it any longer. He threw his head back and laughed, almost flipping the tray off his lap.

\"Oh, you think that\'s funny, do you?\" Sirius gave him a mock glare. \"I\'ll just have you know that Moony and I got the better end of the deal. Because when you\'re our age, we will be old and wrinkled and all shriveled up, and we\'ll still have a bloody good-looking lover.\"

Howling with laughter, Harry leaned helplessly against Remus, gasping for breath. If there was one thing he\'d learned over this past week, it was that Sirius and Remus both had a wicked sense of humor and liked nothing better than to tease each other and him as often as they possibly could.

\"Here,\" Remus said as he handed Harry, who\'d finally been able to catch his breath, one of the goblets. \"Cheers.\"

Wrinkling his nose, Harry stared down at the cup in his hands. If the vile scent was any indication, this was going to be the foulest potion he\'d ever drunk. He heard Remus swallow his Wolfsbane Potion down beside him, and with a heavy sigh, Harry put the goblet to his lips, and started drinking.

It was the foulest thing he\'d ever tasted. It was like a million lemons and yet stronger, like pure acid, mixed with something that tasted of decomposition and mold. Bracing himself, Harry forced his stomach to accept the repulsive potion and not work it back up instantly. Handing the empty goblet to Remus, Harry gagged, his eyes watering, and he was very grateful when Sirius offered him a plate of warmry nry nice-smelling breakfast.

\"My god, that was awful,\" he said before taking a big bite out of a piece of toast.

\"Actually, Snape was able to improve the taste somewhat. It used to be far worse.\" Remus shrugged as he impaled one of the sausages with his fork and took a generous bite.

\"I don\'t think I want to know,\" Harry whispered, loading his fork with scrambled eggs and stuffing his mouth full, desperate to rid it of the potion\'s horrible taste.

\"Do you want to open your presents while we eat?\" Sirius asked around a mouthful of toast, and Harry nodded.

The first present was from Neville; a thick, Gryffindor scarf. Harry smiled, happy that Neville had remembered that Harry had lost his old scarf last winter when one of Hagrid\'s latest pets had found it rather edible. Harry had got Remus to buy a charmed calendar – one that told you of your appointments – which Harry had sent to Neville for his birthday.

The next present was from Ron. A stash of Quidditch magazines plus a bag filled with the twins\' latest products. Harry looked forward to trying them out on a few selected Slytherins when he got back to school. Then he noticed another present, with a small card attached. \'Open this when you\'re alone, Neville and I got Fred and George to buy it for you.\'

\"Open it!\" Sirius insisted, and was already clawing at the paper. Remus swatted his hands away while Harry tore the wrapping off.

\"I see you came out to your friends,\" Remus said while Harry stared down at the magazine in his hands. And blushed.

\'Wizards\' Wangers\' read the title, and Harry found himself enthralled with the moving picture of a young, muscled wizard wanking on the cover.

\"Um... yeah,\" he said, his voice hitching. \"I wrote Ron and Neville that I was feeling more interested in boys than in girls. I guess they don\'t mind.\"

\"I guess not,\" Remus said, and yanked the magazine away from Sirius, who\'d already discovered the fold-out section.

Hermione sent him a book, Aurors Through The Ages, and Harry had to swallow when he read the title. Since his friends didn\'t know of his new condition, they also didn\'t know that there was no chance in hell Harry could become an Auror, even though he still wanted to. While Remus kissed his temple, Harry put the book aside, not wanting to let thoughts about his uncertain future ruin the good mood. He quickly moved on to Hagrid\'s present, which turned out to be a homemade chocolate birthday cake.

\"Here.\" Remus smiled as he handed Harry his present. Feeling a bit shy, Harry opened it carefully, and looked down at the book in his hands with his mouth opened.

\"It\'s the most complete work on werewolves,\" Remus explained, \"My parents bought it for me on my tenth birthday. Since I know it by heart, I thought you might like to have it.\"

Running his fingers over the leather cover, Harry kissed Remus\' cheek, swallowing back the gratitude which threatened to choke up him. \"Thank you.\"

\"And last, but certainly not least,\" Sirius said, and offered Harry his present.

It turned out to be another book: Animagi Uncovered. Harry blinked up at Sirius, who gave him a big grin in return.

\"It\'s the book we used to become animagi. I already thought about giving it to you before I learned that you got infected. Now I just figure you might like to show it to your friends.\" Sirius gave Harry a perfectly innocent look, and now it was Harry who grinned.

\"Thanks,\" Harry said, and gave Sirius a kiss. \"Do you think I should tell Ron and Hermione and maybe Neville?\"

\"That\'s up to you, really.\" Sirius put his empty plate aside and leaned back against the headboard, hands clasped behind his head. \"But I think you can trust those three to keep your secret, if that\'s what you mean.\"

\"Things were a lot easier for me when my friends knew,\" Remus said, clearing the bed of all the torn wrapping paper and stashing Harry\'s presents on one of the nightstands. \"But your situation is different. You\'ll have the potion, and it\'s only one year. So, like Sirius says, it\'s up to you.\"

Harry nodded, and put his empty plate aside. He trusted Ron, Hermione and Neville, and he did think they had a right to know, since they were his best friends. And it would make life easier, even if it only was one more year.

\"So, what does our birthday boy want do for the rest of the day?\" Sirius asked, running his hands through his long hair and obviously trying to flaunt his body a bit.

\"I think I\'ll take that magazine Ron sent me, lock myself in the loo, and wank myself silly,\" Harry deadpanned, and Sirius burst out in laughter.

Remus stayed quiet, though, and Harry recognized that look on Remus\' face instantly. It was hungry and horny, and Harry felt his cock hardening in anticipation of what was to come next.

\"I think I have a better idea,\" Remus said, pushing the covers down, exposing the three of them. Harry realized he wasn\'t the only one getting aroused. Both Sirius and Remus sported erections, and Harry mindlessly licked his lips.

\"We\'ve given you presents, so I think it\'s time you did something for us. Why don\'t you sit back against the footboard, and give us a nice show.\" Remus gave him a predatory grin, and Harry swallowed, eager to obey both his lovers, so he shifted on the bed and scooted down until he felt the wooden board press against his back.

Using the pillow Sirius threw him for extra comfort, Harry leaned back and drew his knees up a bit, letting them fall to the side so Sirius and Remus had an excellent view of his cock and sac.

They had played this game before, just as they\'d played many other games during the past week. Both Sirius and Remus had a thing for watching Harry touch himself, and they\'d often asked him to do so before moving on to sucking and fucking each other through the mattress.

\"Take it slowly, Harry. We don\'t want you to come yet,\" Remus ordered, shifting closer to Sirius and wrapping his hand around Sirius\' hard prick while Sirius returned the favor.

Harry cupped his sac and squeezed it, because he knew he could come from watching Sirius and Remus kiss and caress and stroke each other\'s cocks alone, and he certainly didn\'t want the fun to finish too soon. He started with giving his cock slow, teasing strokes, smiling when he saw Sirius match his rhythm on Remus\' prick. Remus was fisting Sirius\' cock more brutally, licking and kissing Sirius\' cheek and jaw, his gaze never pulling away from Harry.

He\'d learned a lot about himself in the course of the last week. Harry liked to be watched when he touched himself. Harry liked to watch his two lovers touch themselves and each other. Harry liked to have his cock sucked. Harry liked to suck cock, and Harry loved it when either Remus or Sirius or both came on his face. Harry liked rimming – my god, there was a word for that! – and had enjoyed it very much when Sirius had taught him how to rim, Remus offering himself as their willing guinea pig. Harry liked to be the top, the middle and the bottom of their sandwiches. Harry liked it when one of them pounded into his arse while the other fed him his cock. Harry liked to be told what to do and when to come, and both Remus and Sirius liked to enforce that kind of control over him.

And Harry couldn\'t wait to see what incredible position his two lovers would come up with that morning.

Moving his fist up and down his eager cock at a leisurely pace, Harry watched through hooded eyes as Sirius and Remus kissed, their mouths opened far enough so Harry could see their tongues swirl around each other. Both men kept their eyes on Harry as much as they could while they roamed their hands over each other\'s bodies, Sirius teasing Remus\' nipples relentlessly and Remus fondling Sirius\' heavy sac.

\"Please,\" Harry moaned, the sight of his two lovers too good to simply sit there touching himself. He wanted to be touched. Licked. Sucked. Fucked. It ached, but Harry had learned to recognize that ache and not let it control him completely anymore. Still, it ached, and he wanted and needed and thought his heart would stop if either or both didn\'t fuck him anytime soon.

Remus whispered something in Sirius\' ear, and while Harry couldn\'t hear him and only saw his lips move, Sirius\' narrowed eyes and feral grin told him that there was a good chance he\'d like whatever suggestion Remus had come up with very much.

\"Prepare yourself,\" Sirius ordered, grabbing the tube of lubricant from the nightstand and throwing it in Harry\'s direction.

Inhaling shaky breaths, Harry squeezed a generous amount of the clear gel on his fingers, and drew his knees up even more, exposing his pucker to those two hungry canines. Harry never felt like a wolf when Sirius and Remus were looking at him as if they both wanted to devour him whole. He felt like a lamb, young and innocent, and loved it that two predators could not get enough of his tender flesh.

\"I never tire of watching this,\" Sirius groaned as Harry slid two slick fingers inside his entrance, biting his bottom lip in concentration and to stifle all the moans that threatened to escape his throat. He knew he didn\'t have to be quiet, but after wanking for several years trying to be as quiet as possible, it was hard to break with that custom.

\"I want you to take four, Harry,\" Remus said, nuzzling and biting Sirius\' shoulder.

Harry\'s breathing hitched. Remus hadn\'t told him to prepare himself with four fingers before. Three had always been sufficient. So while Harry didn\'t understand why Remus told him to do so, he was very curious to see what his lovers wanted of him. Exhaling slowly, Harry pushed a third finger inside himself, worked it around quickly, and then added a fourth finger, willing his body to relax while he pushed his fingers in as far as he could.

\"Oh, fuck, yeah,\" Sirius moaned.

\"Deeper,\" Remus instructed.

\"I\'m trying,\" Harry breathed, curling his back and fighting against the strain in his arm as he tried to slide his fingers in deeper.

With a growl, Remus pushed himself onto his hands and knees and crawled towards Harry, fixing him to the wit with a feral gaze. Leaning over Harry, Remus grabbed Harry\'s hand and drove his fingers in deeper.

\"It appears that you need a hand,\" Remus whispered, nipping at Harry\'s bottom lip. Capturing Harry\'s lips in a kiss, Remus pulled Harry\'s fingers out, and quickly replaced them with his own, three at first, but adding a fourth the moment Harry relaxed around the intrusion.

\"How does it feel?\" Remus purred, and Harry pushed his arse down on Remus\' hand, eyes rolling back and mouth opening and closing around short gasps of breath.
G-goG-good,\" he moaned, hands tightening around Remus\' shoulders as the slick fingers pushed inside even deeper before Remus widened them inside Harry\'s tight channel.

Cupping the back of Harry\'s neck, his fingers still sliding in and out of Harry\'s slick hole, Remus tilted Harry\'s head up and forced him to look at Sirius, who was lying on his back, stroking his prick with a lube-covered hand.

\"I want you to sit on Sirius\' cock,\" Remus ordered, and Harry moaned something that sounded like \'yes\' when Remus let go of his head and pulled his fingers out of Harry\'s body.

Licking his lips, body trembling with arousal and anticipation, Harry crawled towards Sirius and straddled his lap. Pulling his arse cheeks open with both hands, Harry locked his gaze with Sirius\' and sank down on his godfather\'s hard prick while Sirius held his cock upright and bucked his hips up.

\"Yes... oh god, yesss,\" Harry hissed, putting his hands on Sirius\' chest the moment Sirius\' cock was buried inside him completely. The feeling of having a cock inside his arse was familiar now, but Harry didn\'t think he would ever get bored with it, because there was something so arousing and so right and so complete about being this intimate with Sirius and Remus. Harry also thought he would never want to feel anyone\'s cock in there besides Sirius\' or Remus\'.

But just as Harry wanted to rock his hips, a strong hand on his back ed hed him forward. Leaning down on Sirius, taking that opportunity to crush his lips on his godfather\'s, Harry stayed still, just clenching his arse around Sirius\' throbbing cock.

He could feel Remus shift behind him, and then he was being lifted. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Remus push two pillows under Sirius\' hips as his godfather arched his arse off the mattress.

\"What are you --\" he gasped, bouldouldn\'t finish his sentence because Sirius pulled him down for a deep, forceful kiss, and Harry relaxed against his godfather\'s body, until he felt Remus put both his hands on his arse, spreading the cheeks.

\"I think you can take more than one cock,\" Remus breathed against his back, dragging his blunt teeth down Harry\'s spine as he pushed a slick finger inside Harry\'s entrance, stretching him further than Sirius\' thick cock alone could.

\"Oh, god,\" Harry whimpered, one hand tightened around Sirius\' shoulder, leaving his knuckles white, and the other tangled in Sirius\' long hair.

\"Just relax.\" Sirius brushed his lips across Harry\'s, running a hand through his hair, and mumbling soft words of comfort. Remus kept Harry\'s hips still with a firm grip as he pushed a second finger inside, stroking both Sirius\' cock and the soft tissue of Harry\'s channel.

\"You\'re going to take both our cocks, Harry,\" Remus whispered, adding a third finger, softly pulling at the tight ring of muscles, opening Harry up wider than Harry\'d ever been stretched.

\"Yes,\" Harry moaned, because even though the thought of having two cocks inside of him at the same time sounded ludicrous, Harry wanted it. He was going to be fucked by Sirius and Remus both, and that idea was enough to turn his insides into warm jelly while he mindlessly rocked his arse back against Remus\' fingers, his own aching cock trappedweenween his body and Sirius\' belly, the short, coarse hairs on Sirius\' skin causing an absolutely amazing friction.

\"No,\" Remus said firmly, \"You cannot come until I tell you to come, understand?\"

Whimpering, Harry stilled his body, breathing against Sirius\' throat, his whole body shining with perspiration. Remus pulled his fingers out, and Harry groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, and then something hard and blunt and slick was pushing against his already filled hole. Sirius wrapped his arms around Harry, stroking his hair and back, and Harry relaxed against him, allowing Remus to drive his prick into his body alongside Sirius\'.

\"Fuck, fuck, fuck,\" Harry chanted, because there were two cocks buried inside his arse, and it was impossible, but it drove the ache away and replaced it with something hot and needy like lust or desire and he wanted it, oh god, he wanted it so much. \"Please... fuck,\" he gasped, his muscles unable tmplymply with his mental orders to move so he could feel those cocks sliding in and out of him.

\"Oh, we will fuck,\" Remus teased, and slipped an arm around Harry\'s waist, pulling him up against his chest. Leaning the back of his head on Remus\' shoulder, Harry nuzzled Remus\' cheek, and groaned when both Remus and Sirius pulled their cocks out just a bit before driving them back in.

\"Tell me, Harry, how do you want it?\" Remus whispered, licking the shell of Harry\'s ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and pulling at it.

\"Hard... please, hard.\"

\"Hard like this?\" Remus pulled his hips back, his cock almost slipping from Harry\'s arse, before propelling it back in up to the root, forcing deep groans from both Harry\'s and Sirius\' throats.

\"Please... more,\" Harry moaned, his trembling hands clinging to the arm Remus kept wrapped around his body. Both Sirius and Remus seemed to be taking pity on him, and started thrusting into him simultaneously, a harsh rhythm Harry tried to match with his own jerking hips.

Remus leaned his chin on Harry\'s shoulder, his sweat-slick chest rubbing against Harry\'s back. \"Look down, Harry. Look at your cock. Don\'t you want to come?\"

Blinking against the overwhelming arousal that wanted to blur his vision, Harry stared down at his bobbing prick, moaning as he noticed the angry red head, clear drops leaking from the slit. \"Please, let me come.\"

Releasing Harry\'s chest, Remus grabbed both of Harry\'s wrists and pulled his arms behind his back, holding them immobile between their bodies. \"You\'ll need to beg prettier than that, Harry,\" whispered Remus into Harry\'s ear. \"You can\'t touch yourself and Sirius isn\'t going to do it for you.\"

Harry glanced at Sirius, who had his arms stretched above his head, hands tightened around the headboard, his spread legs drawn up and heels digging into the mattress as he drove his cock in and out of Harry\'s body.

\"Do you want me to touch you?\" Remus breathed, and thrust his hips up viciously, pulling Harry down on his and Sirius\' cocks by his arms.

\"Please, yes,\" Harry whimpered, body slack against Remus, cock throbbing so hard it was painful. \"Please, touch me, Remus... please, I love you, please, let me come.\"

\"You\'re so beautiful when you beg,\" Remus whispered, and released one of Harry\'s wrist to wrap his fingers around Harry\'s pr It It only took two hard strokes, and then Harry was coming, his cock spurting thick strings of come across Sirius\' chest, the white drops vibrant against the dark hair on Sirius\' skin.

He was flying again, but it was better than flying, because his whole body was on fire and there were two cocks filling him and fucking him, and he hardly noticed that Remus leaned them forward a bit so he could scoop up Harry\'s release with the palm of his hand.

\"Lick it up. All of it, Harry,\" Remus said, biting down on Harry\'s throat, hovering his come-covered palm in front of Harry\'s face. Harry attached his mouth to Remus\' hand as if he was starving and his own come was the first food he\'d seen in weeks.

Laving his tongue across Remus\' callused palm, Harry licked and swallowed and tasted himself while his arse was being fucked apart.

Sirius gritted his teeth, baring his throat and jerking his whole body up violently, and Harry felt hot spurts fill his arse, but Remus gave neither of the time to come down from their climaxes, because he continued to thrust hard and brutally, and Harry couldn\'t breathe, just gape, just let Remus fuck him, his cock slick against Sirius\'.

\"Oh, yes, fuck, yes,\" Remus groaned, and tightened both his arms around Harry, driving what little air was left out of his lungs, coming in long gushes deep inside Harry\'s body. Remus allowed himself a moment to let Harry\'s contracting arse milk the last of his release from his pulsing cock, and then he slid out of Harry, pushing Harry against Sirius and kneeling between both their spread legs while he lowered his head.

Sirius let out a soft moan, face buried in Harry\'s damp hair, when Remus pulled Sirius\' cock out of Harry as well, and immediately thrust his tongue inside, lapping up the result of his and Sirius\' climaxes. It was too much for Harry, his body slack on top of Sirius, his mind reeling with his climax and the feeling of Remus\' tongue working his hole where only just before two cocks had fucked him senseless.

There was darkness and howling and a glimpse of the full moon, shining like silver in the night\'s sky, and Harry let it take him, let it control him, let it lead him through a dense forest, running and running and running.

When he came to, he felt two familiar bodies press up against him on either side of his sated body.

\"You passed out,\" Sirius said, amusement tainting his voice.

\"Holy hell,\" Harry whispered, blinking the darkness from his eyes, glancing up at both Sirius and Remus.

\"It\'s okay, don\'t worry,\" Remus said, running his hand through Harry\'s hair. \"Sirius used to pass out all the time as well.\"

\"I did not,\" Sirius protested faintly. \"Don\'t listen to him, Harry.\"

Smiling, Harry closed his eyes and bathed in the warmth inside his body and around him.

\"Maybe we should take a nap,\" Sirius suggested, snuggling up against Harry.

\"Sounds like a plan.\" Remus yawned and nuzzled Harry\'s hair.

Harry didn\'t hear much of his lovers\' conversation, because his mind had already found its way back to the darkness of the night and the glow of the full moon.

~~~~~~~~

Harry poked at his supper with his fork, unable to eat anything, despSiriSirius\' insistent gaze. The day had passed quickly. After they\'d woken up sometime that afternoon, they\'d showered and dressed, and had gone down to lounge in the drawing room.

Remus had kept himself occupied with his research, and while nothing concrete had come out of it, Remus was convinced they would find a way to use Harry\'s condition against Voldemort. Maybe not that week or that month or even that year, but with the help of both Dumbledore and Snape, Remus was sure they\'d come up with something sooner or later.

Trying to sto spend every second worrying about that evening, Harry had distracted himself by playing chess with Sirius. But Sirius seemed as anxious as he was, so it hadn\'t helped Harry much to keep his thoughts from wandering to his impending transformation.

\"I\'m really not hungry,\" Harry stated, pushing his full plate away from him.

Sirius wanted to protest, but Remus gave him a stern glare, shaking his head.

As it turned out, neither Remus or Sirius were able to finish their supper either, so they cleaned up quietly, and much sooner than Harry had thought it would happen, Remus whispered: \"It\'s time.\"

They had agreed to use the cellar for their transformation, just in case something went wrong and Harry or Remus or both wouldn\'t be able to keep their human mind whilst in their wolf form.

So Harry followed his two lovers down the stairs into the dank room, reality floating by, his foggy mind unable to make much sense of everything even though Harry knew what was going to happen.

Harry undressed, as did Remus, and they handed their clothes to Sirius, who took a ridiculous amount of care into folding them neatly before stashing them in the corner of the room. Harry felt Remus\' hand on his shoulder, but before he could step inside the cage, Sirius reached for his glasses and pulled them off gently.

\"It will be all right. We\'ll be right here.\" Pressing a soft kiss on Harry\'s lips, Sirius sighed and stepped back.

They sat down on the soft blanket Remus spread out on the bare floor while Sirius closed the cell door and turned the lock.

\"You\'ll feel it pulling at you in a minute,\" Remus whispered, holding Harry close. Harry tried to keep his breathing even, but his lungs insisted that he take shallow, hitching breaths. He wanted to yell that he couldn\'t do this, that they\'d made a mistake, that it wasn\'t true. He glanced at Sirius, who was crouc dow down on the other side of the bars, worrying his bottom lip, and he wanted to beg Sirius to let him out, because it wasn\'t true.

But it was pulling on him, pulling the beast out of him, his body jerking softly against Remus\' while his mind tried to resist the inevitable. He didn\'t want it, he realized, didn\'t want to let it take control, but there was no choice, and his skin shivered and his stomach was nothing more than a tight knot.

Pain.

Everywhere.

His whole body broke, every bone inside of him breaking, shifting, healing, his skull too small for his brain and his mouth too small for his teeth and his skin too smooth for all the fur.

He squeezed his eyes shut, couldn\'t bear to see Remus convulse beside him, and he felt himself jerk against the floor, screaming and snarling and sure to pass out from the sheer force the beast used to get out.

Silence.

Darkness.

Odd blots of color around him. He could see colors everywhere even though he had his eyes closed. He could see them as clearly as if someone had splattered paint around the room. So many colors on the floor and the walls and the ceiling.

Harry sniffed, and the colors intensified, pulsing inside his mind, and he realized that he wasn\'t seeing but smelling and the colors were scents all around him. Something nudged against his nose, his snout, and Harry blinked his eyes open.

Moony was looking down at him, and Harry wanted to smile, but when he tried to he felt something flopping behind him. Lifting his head, he glanced over his body, his massive body, and saw his tail wagging.

There was a tail attached to his body!

Harry smiled, and watched in astonishment as the tail, his tail, wagged furiously. Moony nudged his nose against Harry\'s head again, and Harry tried to get up, but his arms and legs felt weird, different, and it took him some time before he managed to crawl up, standing on four legs uneasily.

\"Harry?\"

Such a familiar voice, but so much louder than it ought to be, and Harry turned his head to look at Sirius. But Sirius looked different. The whole room looked different. So many bright colors splattered everywhere while everything else looked as if someone had tuned the spectrum of colors to a whole new set. No reds and yellows, but purples and blues and browns.

\"Harry, come here.\"

That familiar voice again, and the screeching sound of rusty hinges that penetrated the silence around him. Harry willed his body to move, and his long limbs carried his heavy body across the cell to the opened door where Sirius smiled at him and scratched his ears. Harry smiled and his tail wagged and he gave Sirius a happy kiss, his long, very long tongue lapping across Sirius cheek.

So many colors everywhere, and it kept distracting Harry because they were so vibrant and tickled his nose and teased his mind.

\"Hey, Blue,\" Ss sas said, and Harry looked at him, smiling and wagging and trying not to give into the urge to look at all the colorful splatters up close.

But then Sirius was gone and Padfoot stood before him, smiling and wagging his tail, and when Padfoot pushed against Harry\'s head with his paw, Harry was surprised to learn that he could understand what Padfoot was telling him. It was as clear as if Sirius had just said: \'Come play with me, Harry.\'

He\'d learned a whole new language in just a few minutes.

Moony stepped up to him and leaned his head on Harry\'s shoulders, and Harry heard Remus tell him that he was in charge and that Harry\'d best not get into any trouble. But Harry was so happy to see Moony -- his Moony -- again, so he lowered himself to the ground and licked Moony\'s snout and told Moony that he loved him and that he was happy to see Moony and that he would do his best not to get into trouble.

But Padfoot wanted him to play because he pushed his shoulder against Harry\'s body, nudging his head under Harry\'s snout, and Harry wanted to play, wanted to run, and he followed Padfoot up the stairs, and so many colors around him everywhere.

There was a familiar sallow green trail in the hallway, and Harry lowered his head, because if he held his nose close to the colors they became brighter. Something bitter and acidic, potions fumes and dried nettles and asphodel and --

Harry sneezed.

Snape.

He\'d smelled Snape.

Darting across the hallway, Harry smelled the faint yellow blots – himself -- the light brown ones – Remus -- the bright red ones -- Sirius -- and then lost himself in a light-blue trail that smelled sweet and old and tea and lemon drops and a big bird --

Moony growled, and Harry stopped smelling Dumbledore and looked up. Moony turned around, Padfoot on his heels, and walked away, and Harry knew he had to follow because Moony had just told him so. He trotted across the wooden floor boards, but saw something move out of the corner of his eye, so he stopped to investigate.

Himself.

A wolf.

A massive werewolf was staring back at him in the man-sized mirror on the wall. And Harry understood why Sirius had called him Blue. His coat was dark, not light brown and gray like Moony\'s, but dark gray, almost black but not quite. Blue. He blinked his eyes, not amber like Moony\'s, but hazel, dark brown with specks of green.

Blue.

Another growl, and Harry knew he\'d be in trouble if he didn\'t listen to Moony, so he trotted towards his two lovers and followed them to the back door, which Padfoot opened with one of his huge paws.

Air and colors and grass, and Harry dashed outside, trying to catch his wagging tail and running around the closed yard, rubbing his body against the wet grass as he rolled on his back.

The moon was so beautiful, the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen, and he got up to stare at it, not seeing Padfoot leaping towards him and he was tackled to the ground and Padfoot told him that he loved him and that he wanted to play and run, so they ran across the wet grass, between the tall trees and through the hedges, and Moony was chasing them, and Harry was free and happy and the moon was there as well.

He leaped at Moony, but Moony was bigger and faster and Harry was on his back, long legs pointing in every direction, and Moony and Padfoot bit down on his throat, telling him that they had won, and then sniffed his belly and licked his prick and Harry got hard and they licked and licked and told him that they loved him and that they wanted him and that they loved to see him come and Harry came and convulsed and they licked up his release and teased his sensitive cock and the moon, the full moon, like silver shining in darkness, was there as well.

Shaking his body, Harry crawled up and looked adfoadfoot and Moony and smiled and wagged and had to know, had to ask them, had to be sure, so he pointed his snout to the moon – because the moon was there as well – and he howled. And he knew he wasn\'t alone and would never be alone, because two howls answered his question, one hoarse and hitching, Padfoot, and one deep and voluminous, Moony, and they told him that he wasn\'t alone, would never be alone again, and Harry was happy and free and the full moon was there as well.


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