The Lambs

Hey! Wow, 68 reviews at FFNet. I wonder if I can get 100 by the time I reach chapter 5? We’ll see. Sorry it is late; and no I didn’t work on Black Complication. I did a Narnia: Prince Caspian fiction instead, sorry.

Ok, really big time jump here. A few paragraphs will be past information, etc. but most of this chapter will be Harry at 18. – Slash in this chapter –

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Chapter 4
Birthday Surprise
July 31st 1998.

The years had passed quickly. It seemed as if they had only blinked a handful of times before their Prince was a man, and no longer a boy. At eighteen years old Harry Potter was still as ignorant of the existence of werewolves as ever. Draco Malfoy knew a little more than he did as a child, but he knew enough to swear silence on the matter. He would not tell Harry until the prince reached his 21st year.

“Hurry up,” someone whispered.

Any other time, on any other day, it may have been cause for suspicion. But Sirius watched the teenagers from the door of Godric’s Hollow and smirked slightly. Every year was the same. The moment all of the guards went to sleep or changed shifts, Draco and Harry would attempt to sneak out of Hogwarts. For most of Harry’s birthdays the two never got farther than the second wall that had been built around Hogwarts’ main wall.

Sirius rolled his eyes and headed back inside. Someone would stop the boys this year, just like they had done last year and the year before that. Last year, Lucius had been waiting at the door in the second wall. The year before that Peter and one of the guards had caught hold of the boys trying to climb over the wall. Someone would catch them this year, he thought, as he fell asleep.

At the door in the second wall, a woman cloaked all in black waited impatiently, a scroll gripped in her pale fist. When Harry opened the door, he took the scroll and threw it back over the first wall, along with the ring of keys he had ‘borrowed’ from his father.

“Freedom!” Draco grinned, pulling his hood down. “Thanks mother!” He hugged the woman. Narcissa merely smiled and tugged her son’s best friend into the hug.

“Let’s hurry before some one wakes.” They all climbed into the waiting carriage, and the driver stirred the horses. They reached Hogsmeade in no time at all, well, it was actually several hours later. Now it was the middle of the night, seconds away from the 1st of August. “Have a good time, dear.” Narcissa told them as they climbed from the carriage.

She sped away, to the town two hours away, and the boys waved. “Good thing your mum agreed to let us sleep at her place.” Harry grinned.

Narcissa, while being Draco’s mother, had never married Lucius. She wasn’t magical, and she was unable to care for her magical son, so Lucius took Draco. Narcissa lived in a house she inherited from the Black family, her family, in Grimmauld Place. Grimmauld Place was the town two hours further away from Hogwarts than Hogsmeade was. It was only 30 minutes by car though, which is why the boys had booked a cab to take them to Draco’s mothers. A carriage had to be used if passing Hogwarts as car engines tended to give out when surrounded by magic. That left you vulnerable to the werewolves that lived in the forest surrounding Hogwarts.

Hogsmeade had a few decent shops and about three different nightclubs. Night was the only time Hogsmeade was that busy – on account of the nightclubs – which was strange. People thought the town too dangerous to shop in during the day, when werewolves were human, but they were happy enough to party the night away in the dark?

“Lets go in!” Draco grabbed his friend’s arm and pulled him towards the front of the queue outside Hogs Head. It used to be a pub, but it turned into a nightclub when the two newer clubs opened up. It was, by far, Draco’s favourite of the three. Mainly because his ex-girlfriend, turned casual sex buddy, worked there.

They got inside seconds later and immediately headed for the bar. They ordered two Bud Lights, downed them, and asked for two straight vodkas. They shared a grin before downing those two. “To my birthday!” Harry grinned and the people around him cheered and raised their glasses.

“One year closer,” Draco murmured. Harry didn’t quite hear him.

“What?”

“I said ‘one year older’.” He blushed lightly and Harry glared at him.

“Don’t be a git. You’re older than me anyway!”

The Hogs Head was notorious for making people queue up outside all night long. Some people speculated that they enjoyed flaunting their business in the faces of their competitors. It was a free for all for entry before 23:30pm and then there was a half hour lull where no one got in or out. After that the door opened on average four times a night after midnight, and each time five or so people got in. It had opened once before Draco and Harry arrived, and it had opened for them. Now it opened again.

Automatically, Harry looked over. His eyes met the piercing grey eyes of the man framed in the doorway. The night’s wind blew his silver-grey long hair forward. It came loose from the ribbon that held it and covered his face. He gave Harry a wry grin before brushing his hair out of his field of vision. He made to walk towards them, but Draco noticed and stood up. He took hold of Harry’s arm and dragged him to the dance floor, away from the handsome stranger.

Draco recognized him for what he was. “Don’t go near him.” Draco said. Harry vaguely remembered his mother making him promise to stay away from someone with hair that colour, but he couldn’t remember who so he tried not to worry about it. “Do you understand?”

“Sure, sure,” Harry nudged him. “Lets dance then!”

Human music was much better than what was played at Hogwarts. Hogwarts usually only heard classical music that could be played on the harp, drums, or flute. And while it was soothing Harry much preferred the strong beat that was pulsing through the club. Francisco’s “Lollipop” was turned up loud, the base thrumming through Harry’s veins as he swayed his hips, his hands running along Draco’s arms.

“Shawty said she wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop. Baby, you know I’ma give it to you so long as you don’t stop and all you gotta do is tell me what to do and I’ma come through for you, baby.” 1

Despite the fact that Draco was more straight than gay, the two had fooled around on occasion; enough to know how comfortable they were with each other. Draco’s hands tangled in Harry’s hair, and his hips gyrated against the brunette’s, who chuckled.

“Girlfriend” came on when that song finished. Elephant Man’s ghetto lyrics played first, and Draco looked a touch put out by the song until Razah began to sing. The blond smiled, pulled Harry against him and they carried on dancing. Some people stopped to watch them, before turning back to their own partners. Harry didn’t noticed.

Draco smirked as he eyed Fenrir Greyback at the bar. Fenrir was one of the ones watching them dance.

“I got your girlfriend, she wanna come round with me. She wants my loving as I take her to ecstasy.” 2

Greyback’s fist was clenching and unclenching around a glass that looked ready to shatter. He waved the bar man over and the glass was filled, for a second before Greyback swallowed the contents, and demanded another refill.

Fenrir smirked. He knew what the boy was doing just as much as Draco did. While he knew that Draco was playing him, he couldn’t help but feel jealous that his mate was so comfortable in another’s arms.

A new song came on, and Fenrir noticed Harry’s mouth moving as he sung along. It was too loud in the Hogs Head for him to hear; despite his werewolf hearing and that annoyed him. He wanted to hear the sound of his mate’s voice.

Draco was singing along now. Their arms were still wrapped around each other, but they weren’t pressed as close as they had been.

“I loved you so much but you cheated on me. What we shared was no ordinary. I feel the same until you just had to go and tear my heart like that!” 3

When that song ended, Fenrir stood up, smiling softly and headed for the door. A slow song came on. Fenrir noticed Draco staring at a girl who was wearing the Hogs Head uniform. She had bushy brown hair but she was pretty and she was watching the other couples dance with longing. Fenrir knew, he just knew, that if ‘left’ the club, Draco would ask her to dance and leave his Harry alone.

It worked. When Fenrir was out of sight, and the door of the club opened admitting another single person, Draco must have thought Fenrir left because he headed over to the girl.

“Hey Mione, wanna dance?”

Harry went to the bar, and ordered a drink. He smiled softly as he watched his best friend and Hermione Granger dancing to Hinder’s “Better Than Me”. By the time Fenrir found Harry, a new, faster song was playing but Harry was still sitting at the bar.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Fenrir asked sliding onto the empty stool beside Harry.

The brunette smiled at him. “I’m good thanks.” He waved a bottle of vodka and grinned. “It’s on my friend’s tab.” They shared an amused smile at that before Harry turned back to watching Draco dance to Bodies Without Organs.4

“Would you like to dance?”

“I’m not a good dancer. I’m more the bump, grind and get raped type.” He gave a sly grin. “According to my friends I come off as easy.”

“I like your dancing,” Fenrir frowned, “if it were with me.” He added after a pause. It made Harry chuckle softly.

“I shouldn’t be talking to strangers.” He slid off the bar stool, heading towards the dance floor. Draco wasn’t there anymore and that stopped Harry in his tracks.

Fenrir’s hand tightening around his elbow also stopped him from going anywhere. “I’m not a stranger.” He insisted, his voice turning low and husky and it made Harry weak at the knees.

“No. I think I know you from somewhere and it scares me.” He admitted, his voice soft.

“Never be scared of me,” Fenrir breathed against Harry’s neck. His hands tangled in Harry’s hair as his face moved back. He leant forward, hesitantly, and placed his lips against Harry’s. Harry didn’t jerk away from him, and it was all the permission Fenrir needed to grab Harry’s legs. He pulled them up, off of the floor, and guided them to wrap around his waist. He walked, as gracefully as always, seemingly unburdened by Harry’s weight. They left the club, without Draco noticing, and Fenrir carried the boy around the side to the alley where the back door was located. It was everyone’s favourite place to have drunken casual sex.

Harry knew that, and he knew he should probably tell the man no, but he said nothing. Instead, for reasons he couldn’t explain or describe, he tilted his head back and puckered his lips. Fenrir stole those lips into a searing kiss, and Harry thought he would have fallen to the floor had the man not been holding him.

His hand came up to brush the hair off of Fenrir’s face and he smiled softly as the elder man watched him calmly. Regardless of whether Harry knew him, the boy thought, this man knew Harry.

Fingers carefully unbuttoned the silk shirt Harry was wearing before pulling his arms out. Fenrir kept his clothing on; he merely reached down to unzip his trousers and tug out his erection. Harry licked his lips, wetting them as his mouth dried out in anticipation. This was far from his first time, and with each time the part he hated most was waiting to be penetrated. Draco had called him irrational once when Harry confided that each time, before he had sex, he was afraid the other man’s penis wouldn’t fit inside of him, despite the fact that he might have already had sex with that same man.

Harry was naked when he was pulled from his musings. Fenrir’s fingers were stretching his entrance, and Harry arched his back as his prostate was brushed across. Fenrir spat in his palm and slicked down his cock.

“Condom?” Harry asked breathlessly, his eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m safe,” Fenrir promised as he limed himself up and thrust forward. Harry let out a deep moan as he was filled. They moved together, panting and crying out softly. The alley was quiet except for the panting and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Fenrir’s hands had cupped Harry’s arse, holding him up and squeezing the cheeks. Harry gasped. His fingers were tangled in Fenrir’s hair as he hungrily devoured the other man’s mouth.

Later on, he began to stroke himself. Tugging at his own penis in time with Fenrir’s thrusting. Each movement of Fenrir’s hips brought the man’s cock against his prostate and it was all Harry could do not to scream and alert the bouncers.

They came together, crying out into each others mouths as they kissed, each body trembling and shaking as they found release. Harry’s fingers dug into Fenrir’s shoulders as the man lowered his legs down. When he had both feet on the ground, he took a deep breath and slid down the wall. He sat on the ground, his arse throbbing in a way that was entirely pleasant, and his legs trembled from the force of his release. He lent his head back on the wall and he could faintly hear the words of the song that was playing inside. The beat thrummed through him, making his pulse race and his heart thump to the music’s rhythm.

When he looked up, Fenrir had his fly closed. The elder man was watching him with a fond, amused smile. He held out Harry’s clothes and pulled Harry to his feet, helping him dress.

“HARRY!” Draco screamed, coming out of the clubs front door. “HARRY!” He had obviously realized Harry was missing.

Fenrir stepped back into the shadows, and if Harry hadn’t seen him move he wouldn’t have even known the man was there.

“What is you name?” Harry asked quietly, running his fingers through his messy hair.

“Fenrir.” The man whispered. “And yours is Harry,” he added when Harry opened his mouth. Harry’s mouth closed with a snap, and he smirked.

“Thanks for that, it was amazing.” He turned and left the alley. His arm wrapped around Draco’s waist and the blond was extremely relieved to find zero bite marks on his friend’s visible skin.

Fenrir smiled. It wasn’t a pleasant smile. He watched the two walk away, and remembered Harry’s thanks. He chuckled as he left the alley. “Amazing it was. And in a few days something far more amazing will happen my mate.” Harry was turning even now. He tilted his head back and howled. Soon, he would have Harry to himself forever.

Harry and Draco got into their waiting cab. They had already turned the corner of the road when they heard the howl. “What was that?” Harry asked. Draco didn’t answer, but he had a very bad feeling all of a sudden.

“What were you doing?” The blond asked.

“You first.”

“I snogged Mione in the men’s room.” He grinned smugly. “I got a blow job too.”

“I had sex with a stranger in an alley.” The cab driver gave Harry a dirty look in the rear view mirror but neither boy noticed. Draco’s jaw dropped and Harry grinned at him. “Does this mean I win?”

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August 1st 1998.

The guards found the scroll just inside the wall at the same time Lily realized Harry was missing. The guard immediately brought it to the attention of the king and queen.

Dear James and Lily, and Lucius also,

Draco and Harry are safely within my home at present. They wished to get out for the prince’s eighteenth and I was happy to oblige them. I hope I caused no unnecessary worry, but it was far too late to wake any of you by the time I arrived to collect them. They shall return in a day’s time.

Narcissa Black.

The boys did arrive before the day was over. Draco remained to be scolded, but Harry softly excused himself and headed to bed. Draco watched him go with a frown.

Harry had woken that morning with a temperature of 102 degrees centigrade, but he wasn’t sweating or convulsing. He didn’t eat anything at breakfast, but instead drank four pints of water in one sitting. It was weird, slightly worrisome but nothing to bother the queen about.

“Is he ok?” Lily asked softly.

“Just a little tired,” Draco said, and turned his attention back to the lecture his father was giving him.

Draco never paid a bit of thought to the fact that the werewolves had not even attempted to bother them on their journey to Hogsmeade or on their journey home. Usually they were beside themselves trying to get their hands on Fenrir’s mate.

Draco went to Harry’s room when Lucius finally ran out of things to shout about. James had started on him soon after, but Lucius had ‘kindly’ asked him to discipline his own wayward child, and not Draco.

Harry was thrashing on the bed, lying on his stomach. There were bruises on the backs of his thighs and on his arse. Scratches littered his back, probably from being taken against a wall. He slept naked Draco thought with a frown, never having known Harry to do that before. He reached out and cursed. Harry’s skin felt like it was on fire. No wonder he wasn’t wearing clothes and his blankets were on the floor. Draco sighed, leaning over his friend and blowing softly. His main element was ice, but he was rather good at making the wind do small things as well. Right now, the wind was working like a fan, to cool Harry down.

There wasn’t anything that Draco could think of that would make Harry this sick in such a short time.

Harry’s head was tilted to the side and Draco used his little finger to pull up one of the boy’s eyelids. His eyes was amber instead of green. Draco gave a small scream and jumped away from the bed. The wind stopped blowing.

Harry woke and tried to sit up but his arms gave out. He remained laying on his front, panting softly. He felt so hot, and it was uncomfortable. His skin was itching, and every part of him wanted to tear his skin off and be free. A voice in his head was screaming that it wasn’t even his own skin restricting him. His skin had fur.

It was a stupid thought for a boy who knew nothing of werewolves but that was how Harry felt. He wanted to be free of the skin that itched him, and to get rid of the temperature. And he felt like he was missing something.

He heard breathing behind him, as Draco leant over and started blowing on him again until the wind picked up on its own. Harry’s eyes fluttered again. “Fenrir?” He asked softly before falling unconscious.

“Oh shit, Harry,” Draco cursed. He sat on the edge of his friend’s bed and tried not to cry. Harry could not be a werewolf. He wasn’t even bitten! “It’s a mistake.” He muttered, trying to convince himself. He considered that it might have been a side effect of being the mate of a werewolf.

“Please let it be a mistake.” He lay down beside his friend, and started crying into Harry’s raven hair.

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1 – Francisco – Lollipop
2 – Razah ft Elephant Man – Girlfriend
3 – N-Dubz – Ouch
4 – the song is Lay Your Love On Me, by BWO.

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Don’t forget (before anyone asks me) that humans can be turned by saliva, blood or semen, except orally cause I assume the stomach acid would be strong enough to destroy the Werewolf-bacteria/virus.