Alphas

A/N; Mino darling, you caught me. |*chuckles* i do happen to find writing those scenes a hazzard when im not in the mood, so if you want to help, i welcome it.


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A few days later Fenrir was lying on his back in the grass. One of the younger cubs was lying exhausted on his stomach after a day of play. Only recently had he started to pay much attention to the children of the pack, he normally had other thing to do, women to entertain, but lately his priorities had changed a bit. Women no longer interested him as much, it was rather a green eyed someone who would not leave his thought, and he found out that he rather enjoyed the company of the cubs. Their play fights and tag games really put his mind off the more bloody aspects of being the pack leader.

He was thankful for the fact that Nicko was soundly asleep, or else he would have seen that conflicted expression on his Alpha’s face.

What had really happened that night- besides the obvious? Why did Harry Potter, whom he was sure was entirely human, smell like a wolf, a Dom non-the less- his Dom. Moony was the boy’s godfather and he would have said something. After they established that it was not Fenrir who turned Moony, as he had yet to be born by fourteen years, they could get along. They were not friends by any means and stood one different sides in the war, but they were pack brothers, they had the same father and no matter how you looked upon the matter, for a werewolf, family was family. He would like to say that politics were kept completely out of it, but then Moony would have been the big brother he was supposed to be, not ran away and faced up to the responsibility that came with being a part of a pack.

He had come back later though, about twenty years ago- Fenrir could not really remember, he was still a puppy back then. One day he was just there, stayed there to heal after the transformation, then he left and stayed gone until the next full moon.


He had to stop thinking about this. It was no way that Potter, a human, could be his Dom, that anyone could be his Dom for that matter. Surely it was just a moment of weakness. He did after all attack his friends. His mind strayed back to Harry’s scent and his domineering act. ‘NO!!’ he scolded himself. The next time he would see him would be on the battlefield.

‘Snap out of it! You’re Fenrir Greyback. The pack comes before everything!’ he huffed and chided himself for the directions his thoughts were heading. Yet, he had never felt so complete as he had that night. And never had he felt so much like he had been torn in two when he walked away.

Fenrir winched as a painful sting blazed in lower abs, and it disappeared as soon as it came. The pup on his stomach gave annoyed whimper at Fenrir in his sleep saying; “lie still please” in ‘sleeping pup’ language. He smiled at the little creature and gathered his arms behind his head and fell asleep in the warm sun, never thinking what that sting could have been.

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It had been three weeks since he met Fenrir in the alley behind Wolf’s Lair and only a few days until he was leaving for Hogwarts. The morning after his encounter with Fenrir, Harry had been picked up by the Order to spend the remaining month of his summer at his Godfather’s. Needless to say that he’d rather spend it at Privet Drive, at least then he could have some release and be outside in the sun. At Grimmauld all he could do was read or argue. Most of the Weasley’s had been normal, but Ron, Ginny and their parents had been hell.

He had gotten his school supplies last week along with Draco. The Malfoy’s had ‘changed sides’ and turned Lucius into a spy. Well, not really, but that is what they wanted everyone to believe, and Harry was not about to bust the bubble. It was not like he was ‘light’ by any measurements. He wanted to defect and join the Dark Lord and fight with his family, but he needed Sirius. He could not bare betraying Sirius.

Fenrir still hadn’t left his mind for a second. He could still remember the way he looked, they way he smelled, tasked, his soft skin, and the hard muscled underneath. He could still taste the metallic taste of his blood on his tongue, the salty drops of sweat, and the way he would respond so…gah! ‘get a hold of yourself man.’ He thought.

He needed to find out who this Fenrir guy was. Maybe…

“I met this guy in an alley a couple of weeks ago and…”

“I am here so I won’t get killed, not to be your personal love life diary Potter.” Malfoy sneered at him. Harry and Draco were actually very close - closer than most brothers, but they kept up the charade of being enemies still. Hermione shut her book with a loud smack and left the room briskly. The brothers stared after her and sighed in relief when the door smacked shut.

“I met this guy in an alley a couple of weeks ago and he was a werewolf called Fenrir. The name sounded familiar, but I can’t seem to place It.” he sighed and crossed his fingers in hope. “He’s got dark hair, a little longer than me and rather feline for a werewolf. He seemed like a nice bloke, but he set of this alarm bell in my head. I just though you might know how he was.”

“That man you met is Fenrir Greyback. Quite a nasty character if the rumours are to be believed and I an tell that you’re leaving something out”

“Knowing who I am, do you honestly think that I put much stock in rumours?” Harry said and completely ignored his brother’s observation.

“Knowing who I am, you should know that I do not either, but he is a werewolf…” Draco said.

“So is Remus…”

“But he hasn’t killed anyone.”

“He has got free access to Wolvesbane.”

“I will not fight you on this. I am just saying that he is a dangerous man.”

“So am I, so am I.”

“Nonsens. You’re a gryffindor.”

“I’ve killed a guy and Riddle three times over. On top of that; I’m a parsel tongue, and have a natural affinity with the Dark Arts. Does that not place me in the category of dangerous people?”

“You are quite right.”

“The only reason on one knows it that after my fourth year and all the shit that happened than, I just said that if they published any more of that crap they’d have to fight this war on their own. I really don’t give a shit any more- and I am ‘not’ a gryffindor!”

“But the prophesy said that you had to defeat the dark lord and that one of you had to die for the other one to live.”

“Yes, and I’ve already defeated the git three times, he died three times at my hand. The prophesy never said that his state of being dead had to be permanent, so technically I fulfilled it sixteen years ago.”

“I never really though of it that way.” Draco said thoughtfully

“I hope not, if anyone else did, I’d be out of a job.” Harry laughed. “What would I do with out you, eh? If all the exercise my brain would get is whatever Granger makes me do, and Weasley undo, I’d be retarded by now.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Because Dumbldore had decided to keep Ginny’s pregnancy a secret to protect her ‘honour’ it was not talked about, and thus no one but the very closest of them knew, meaning the Weasels, Mione, Remus and Sirius. The Weasels, Hermione and Remus all backed Ginny, but Sirius stood firmly behind his godson.

“You could say that. Ginny got herself pregnant and claims that I am the father. On top of that, she told her parents we’re engaged!”

“You slept with the weaselette?” Draco gaped in disbelief. “How desperate were you?”

“As desperate as a sexually mature male is living with a bunch of prudes for a year at a time and has to keep up a ‘Golden Boy’ image. Sometimes I wish I accepted to be sorted into Slytherin. I mean, seriously, who would keep sleeping with the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ a secret longer that to the next person they meet?”

“Good point. You could go to…”

“I appreciate my health and I do sneak off school once in a while. You should know. You caught me enough times.”

“Damn straight. I’m a bit disappointed you didn’t come to me though” Draco chuckled a quirked a brow, but then be got back into character. “If you want to find out more about that Fenrir guy without asking around, you could go to the files department in the library.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that, in both aspects-” Harry said with a smirk. “- if you don’t mind incest.” Draco made a face and laughed.

“When you say it like that…”

“I make sense. I know, but now that we are done with my confession, it’s your turn.” Harry said with a smirk.

“What?” Draco said and shifted nervously.

“You’ve been locked up in this house for nearly two months, and you’re saying that you haven’t felt the need. Now I can tell you’ve been given some brother. Spill it.” Draco squirmed underneath Harry’s emerald gaze.

“I don’t know Harry. It’s different. ‘He’ is different, and I just feel like…I really don’t know.” He said and ran a hand through his hair.

“So who’s the lucky guy to have my big brother whipped?”

“I’m not…I don’t- not whipped!” he stuttered.

“Don’t’ worry. Even guys like us settle down at some point. In our family; quite early, but still…if he’s the one?” Harry shrugged his shoulders “… go for it.”

“Thanks” Draco said. “All of this is so bloody confusing. I needed that.” Harry nodded and sat down in a cushioned chair a bit further away and reached for a book that looked like it contained some nasty magic.

After a few hours of absolute silence Harry clapped the book together- it wasn’t that interesting- and stared at his older brother. Something was a bit off about him. He just seemed a little pale, like he was not entirely healthy. He had noticed that he no longer ate the same things and that he sometimes disappeared into the bathrooms at lightning speed and would stay there for a while with the silnencing wards up. Draco felt the intense glare Harry was shooting him and looked up questioningly.

“What?”

“So you going to tell me who he is or am I going to have to find out on my own?”

“You’ll have to find out on your own, cause I’m not ready to tell anyone.”

“Fine, just let me know when you are.”

“I will. It’s just all really, really, I mean really confusing.” Draco started. Harry made himself more comfortable in his chair. He knew that his brother was about to spill his guts about everything that bothered him, except a name. The name.

“I think I love him. He is so bloody intense. I feel like he owns me, like I belong to him, but I’m not sure if he want me. Is this how the people we bed feels like?” Harry said nothing. He knew that every question Draco asked were rhetorical when he reached this point of ranting.

“He never said it was a one time thing, but every time feels like it’s the last, but it never is. When he’s in me-” Harry lifted a brow; Draco as a sub? That was something new. “-I feel whole. Like I’m exactly were I’m supposed to be. Right there in his arms- it feels just right, and every time I leave, it’s like I’m being torn in two. Do you understand what I’m getting at?”

“Yeah.” Harry said and swallowed down the lump in his throat. “I get it.”

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