The Wolf\'s Lifemate

The Wolf’s Lifemate 4

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Harry Potter

Rated: NC-17

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

Warnings: SLASH, and my own take on werewolves. I made some information up, just for fun. :) Some BESTIALITY, and now AU (because of book six).

Notes: I wrote the first four pages of this chapter about half a year ago and then stopped, so I didn’t really know about the whole Lupin/Tonks thing in book six at the time. There will probably have some spoilers to HBP, however, because I may include a certain character(s). So, as you know, this is AU now.

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The next morning, Harry had woken up to the smell of pancakes. He reached over, hoping to find a warm body still lying next to him, but there was no one there. Frowning slightly, Harry sat up, rubbed at his eyes, and then checked the time. The digits on the clock said 7:37 AM. Harry snarled low in his throat and then threw the covers off in annoyance. He had been hoping that he’d wake up with his lifemate still by his side, but it seemed that he couldn’t get what he wanted—again.

He put on a robe, didn’t bother to check on his hair or appearance (his hair was sticking up more than usual), and went straight for the kitchen. The closer he got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell of food became. Harry licked his lips subconsciously and his nostrils flared. When he finally entered said kitchen, his mouth dropped open in surprise. Not only was his lifemate there, but so were a couple other members of the Order.

“Good Morning, Harry,” said Tonks. She was sitting at the very end of the table with a small cup of what looked like tea. Harry could smell all the cream and sugar she put in it. Tonks hair was long this time, and reddish-brown with white streaks in her fringe.

“Hello, boy,” said Moody, who was also present. He looked the same, except he seemed to be missing more of his nose. He was sitting patiently at the table as he waited for breakfast to be done.

“Hi,” said Harry tersely. For some reason, seeing them there raised his hackles, and he wasn’t even a real wolf. As he sat down, a smell other than food came to his nostrils… Remus Lupin. He looked over and saw him at the stove, flipping what were probably pancakes and wearing an apron. Harry wanted to laugh, but then again, he also wanted them all to clear out of the room so that he could have his wicked way with his lifemate.

“Harry!” Remus said cheerfully. “Like some eggs and bacon with your flapjacks?”

“Okay,” said Harry. He watched Remus beam happily, and then turn back around to fix more food. As he pondered on why Remus was so happy this morning, a scent blew over his nose and made it wrinkle. He wasn’t sure what it was, and he hoped that whatever it was wouldn’t stick around for long.

Unfortunately, the smell had stuck around, and Harry was about to ask when it finally hit him.

It was the scent of a woman! His eyes slowly moved to Tonks, who was sipping at her tea carefully, as if she were afraid that she would drop the cup and smash it.

Tonks. It had to be. She was the only woman around. Why did she smell so… pungent? Harry wrinkled his nose again, which got Tonks’ attention and she looked over and smiled at him as she laid down her cup.

“What’s up?” she asked. “You’ve been rather quiet this morning. I thought for sure you’d be asking all kinds of questions.”

“Don’t bother him, Tonks,” said Moody. “He’s just getting used to the smells around him. Pretty soon he’ll be able to smell a Death Eater from miles away.”

Harry started. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to speak, but then Remus beat him to it. “Don’t say things like that, Moody, you’ll scare him.”

“Scare me?” Harry said.

“Telling you that you’d soon be able to smell a Death Eater from miles away? I don’t think that’s one of the things that a person would like to know about themselves after being changed into… well, into something that’s not really human.”

“But it’s the truth,” Moody growled. “Potter will be able to do that and so much more once he learns how to adjust.”

“Yes, but under my teachings,” said Remus sternly. “You don’t know even half of what it’s like to be even part wolf.”

“It’s easy enough to guess,” said Moody, shrugging. “He’ll still look like a normal human, but he’ll act like a wolf.”

Remus sighed, giving up for now. He turned to Harry. “Your food’s almost ready, love.”

Harry went red, and Tonks giggled.

“Thanks,” Harry said. Remus pecked his cheek and then went back to the stove. Tonks made an amused sound and Harry glared at her. Tonks smiled sheepishly, and then went back to her tea. That female smell was back, and it was driving him up the wall.

“I’m going into the sitting room for now,” Harry said quickly, and then he got up and made a mad dash out of the room. Remus blinked in surprise and then looked over at his fellow Order members.

“What’s wrong with Harry?”

“Don’t ask me,” said Moody. “He’s YOUR lifemate.”

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He was confused. Becoming a wolf-halfling was still a bit of a shock to Harry—especially the part where he was now Remus’s lifemate. Harry sat on the rug in front of the fire. He didn’t feel like sitting on a chair or the couch. The smell of burning wood engulfed his senses so that he couldn’t smell his lifemate, or Tonks, anymore. He laid his head down on his knees, hugging them with his arms.

Minutes later, Harry could suddenly smell his mate as he walked into the room. It made his nostrils flare, but he didn’t move.

“Harry?” said Remus as he carefully sat down next to him. “Are you all right?”

Harry shrugged one shoulder. “As well as can be expected.”

“Your pancakes are ready,” said Remus. He wanted to make Harry as comfortable as possible, but he also didn’t want to smother him. Harry was his mate now; if Harry didn’t want him anymore he didn’t know what to do. He would probably try killing himself.

“I—I don’t know if I’m hungry anymore,” whispered Harry.

“You should eat,” said Remus. He placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “You need your strength… I have a feeling you’ll be needing it soon.”

“Why would I need my strength soon?”

“Well,” Remus sighed, trying to think of how to explain things. “You’re a wolf-halfling now. That’s a big change for you. You will soon get used to it, but for now your body will be going through some major changes and that takes up energy. Your senses aren’t fully grown yet, I’m sure. Not many know about wolf-halflings, though, so it isn’t certain which powers and abilities you may get.”

“Will I be like a werewolf, though?” Harry dared to ask.

“I’m not sure if you’ll go through the same things as a werewolf, like changing at the full moon, but you will probably have the same abilities. Right now it’s only the waning gibbous moon, which is in between a full and last quarter moon. You don’t feel anything too strange right now, do you?”

“No. I did smell you the moment you walked in.”

“Your sense of smell will be the most increased, yes.”

Harry stretched out his legs and looked over at Remus. Remus was looking straight at him. When their eyes met, Harry shivered.

“I could smell Tonks,” he said, barely a whisper.

“Was it… er… pleasant?” Remus mentally crossed his fingers and hoped that Harry didn’t become aroused by the scent that Tonks gave off.

“Well, not exactly,” said Harry. He looked a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. “It, well… it stank. Not to be mean to Tonks or anything, but…”

“Oh, good,” said Remus, cutting Harry off. “I’m so glad.”

“Er, why?” Harry blinked.

“Just because you’re my mate and I wouldn’t want to hurt Tonks simply because she smelled good to you.” Remus said, smiling slightly at the end to try taking the barbs out of his words.

“Oh,” said Harry, blushing slightly. “I must remember that you’ll be a bit possessive.”

“I can’t help it, Harry,” said Remus. He leaned closer to Harry, his pupils growing a little and his nostrils flaring. “You’re my mate, and I must protect you… and kill—I mean, hurt those that try taking you away from me.”

Harry chuckled a little at that. “No one’s going to take me away! You’re being paranoid.”

A wide, scary grin slowly grew on Remus’s face. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to hear…”

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut short by Remus’s lips. Harry moaned so deeply in his throat it almost sounded like a growl. He felt himself being pushed back and he kept going until he was flat on his back and Remus was leaning over him, their lips moving softly against each other’s. Remus’s hand ran up and down Harry’s chest, the kiss heating up, and then his hand moved lower and stopped at the edge of Harry’s trousers. Harry automatically spread his legs and lifted his hips to rub his trapped erection against Remus… anywhere he could reach. Remus let go of his lips, snarling softly against his neck, and then bit down lightly. Harry tilted his head back, giving him throat, and pushed up harder against Remus’s stomach. Remus rutted back.

“Lupin, could I see you for a—” Tonks’ voice broke off the moment she saw them. Remus moved off of Harry quickly, leaving Harry lying there, panting, and wondering just where the hell his mate went.

“Tonks!” Remus got on his feet. “Er, yeah… you wanted to, er, talk?”

“Sorry,” she said when she finally got her mouth to work. “I didn’t mean to—I mean, I didn’t think that…”

“It’s all right,” said Remus. “We shouldn’t have been doing that here anyway.” He was still panting slightly, his arousal still tenting a bit in his trousers, as he tried to compose himself. Tonks looked away, her cheeks flaming.

Harry slowly sat up, but he didn’t stand. His own face was beaming from embarrassment mostly, but he was also annoyed for being interrupted. Deep down, his instincts were telling him to get Tonks out of the room pronto, or something worse… but he didn’t think it was a good idea, so he just sat there on the rug by the fireplace.

“Would you like to come into the kitchen to talk?” Tonks asked. Remus nodded and followed her in. Harry gave Tonks’ back a slight glare. He didn’t want his mate to go anywhere with her! He felt his chest tighten and his sight go red with anger and jealousy. The wolf in him wanted to pounce… pounce what, he wasn’t sure. He wanted to attack Tonks for taking his mate away from him, and he wanted to pounce on Remus and attack his lips and thrust against him and never let him go.

Harry suddenly realized that he was in a crouched position on the floor as if he were about to leap from it and attack someone. He stood slowly and then sat on the couch, slumping into it, rubbing his hands over his cheeks as he tried to get a hold of himself. He looked over at the kitchen, wondering if he should go in there and interrupt them as she had interrupted him.

In the kitchen, Tonks took a seat at the table next to Moody, who was cleaning his magical eye with a tissue. Remus sat across from Tonks.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked her.

Tonks bit her bottom lip and then looked over at Moody. Moody didn’t even stop cleaning his eye. He fogged it up with his breath, and then continued to polish it.

“What are you going to do about Harry?” she finally asked.

“What do you mean?” Remus said.

“I mean, will you teach him all about being part wolf, like you said? And what about when he goes back to Hogwarts?”

“Of course I’m teaching him about being a wolf-halfling. I said I would, right?” Remus stood up and walked casually to the kitchen as if he had planned all along that he wanted to go there, but he really had no idea why he walked into the kitchen. He just wanted to get up and move about.

“When are you going to start teaching him then?” she asked.

“As soon as possible,” Remus said without turning around. He secretly wanted her to leave, but he didn’t say anything.

.-.

That night, Tonks finally left, and Harry was so much glad for it. Moody had finally left the following day, telling Remus before he left to behave himself. Harry hoped that he was joking; otherwise he’d get a good talking to from him. Remus wouldn’t do anything to harm him, so why was Moody thinking otherwise?

“Hungry, Harry?” Remus asked, setting a hot, steaming cup of tea down in front of him. Harry leaned his elbows on the table and put his head heavily into his hands. He stared at the cup in front of him for a moment or two, his reflection swaying lightly in the brown tea.

“A little,” said Harry. “Are you?”

“In one way, I’m fine,” said Remus. He set his own cup of tea down next to the chair in front of Harry and then sat in it. He stared directly into Harry’s eyes. “In another… I’m famished.”

Remus said the last word in such a low, needy way that it made Harry shiver. He looked back down into his tea, willing himself not to look into Remus’s eyes again.

“Do you want to eat something, then?” Harry asked quietly.

Remus’s hand moved swiftly across the table and took hold of Harry’s. “There is a craving that I need, and I think you know what it is. You’ve avoided me last night, and I was kind enough to give you some space, but I can’t help the feelings of need that I have now. I must have you, Harry. I must have you tonight.”

Harry swallowed hard and slowly found himself looking back into Remus’s eyes.

“It isn’t even close to the next full moon yet.”

“There are times when the dominant craves his mate without the full moon’s influence.” Remus tightened his hold on Harry’s hand. “I need you, Harry.”

Harry was about to say no, to tell Remus that he wasn’t in the mood, and that he was too tired to do anything of that sort tonight. But that would be lying. He looked down at their hands for about a minute, and then slowly stood. Remus followed him with his gaze at first, but then he stood from his chair too, their teas forgotten.

“Harry?” Remus said gently.

Harry said nothing. He had a feeling that if he spoke now, his voice would waver and crack, and he didn’t want to sound foolish. Instead, Harry casually walked toward the bedroom that was claimed as theirs, but was all Harry’s last night. Remus had slept on the couch in the sitting room, getting less sleep than usual from being away from his mate.

Remus followed him, as Harry knew he would, like a starving man to a free meal. Harry desired Remus too, so he didn’t fight it anymore, and he didn’t want to. He pulled off his clothes as he went, dropping each item in his wake. Soon enough, Harry was completely naked and sliding onto the crisp, clean bed sheets on hands and knees. Remus was nude even sooner and behind Harry as if there was an invisible line attached to them, cock hard and bobbing. Harry spread himself as he sunk lower to the bed, ass higher up than his back, head resting sideways on the pillow. Remus parted Harry’s ass cheeks wider and dipped his face in between, lapping and teasing the rim of the hole. Harry made a soft gasping sound at the wet feel of Remus’s tongue sliding in.

They were both moaning; pleasure coursing through their veins. The heat was rising between them, their need for one another increasing more and more. Remus squeezed at the base of his cock to starve off his climax. Harry forced himself not to touch his own twitching erection, his hole throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Then, suddenly, his arse was being raised higher and Remus was standing over him. Harry knew what he was about to feel.

Slick with pre-come and some lube, Remus slowly inched his way inside Harry. So tight and hot and good… Remus shuddered as Harry’s tight skin wrapped around his cock. Harry cried out, clawing at the pillow below him as he felt his body becoming filled. His legs shook with arousal and the need to keep himself from collapsing. Remus drove in and out of him slowly at first, but then picked up the pace little by little—opening him up enough so that he was a perfect fit.

Harry whined, pushing back into Remus as Remus fucked him harder, balls slapping noisily against him. He looked back over his shoulder at Remus, whimpering like a puppy but taking all of what Remus gave him and begging for more. Remus lowered his body until it was flush against Harry’s and brought a hand under Harry’s body to tug at his cock. Remus lightly gripped at the back of Harry’s neck with his teeth as he thrust faster. Remus teased and stroked Harry’s cock until Harry yowled, his climax ripple through his body and his cock twitching in time with each spurt to the bed sheets below.

Remus’s teeth bit down harder as his own climax over took him and he spilled inside Harry. Harry whimpered, pushing his hips back desperately, never wanting Remus to stop. Remus sucked gently on Harry’s neck as he rode out his orgasm, grinding his hips slightly against Harry’s round cheeks as he tried to keep thrusting. Harry arched his back against Remus’s body in a pleading motion, but Remus was finished. He let go of Harry’s neck and then gently slid his spent cock out of him.

“No, please,” Harry begged. “Don’t go.”

“Let this old wolf rest, Harry,” Remus chuckled. He laid them both on their sides and pulled the covers over them. “Then I will be ready for another round.”

Harry wrapped himself tightly around Remus’s body and buried his face into the crook of Remus’s neck. His cock was still soft, but it was jerking in interest against Remus’s thigh.

“Love you,” Harry whispered.

Remus kissed Harry’s forehead. “Love you too, my pup. Sleep now.”

Harry did just that.

.-.

Weeks went by in a blissful haze of snogging, shagging, and general time alone. There wasn’t anything new about the scattered Death Eaters that Moody and Tonks could report, so they had some time to drop by and see how Harry and Remus were doing. Remus had, as promised, tried to teach Harry everything he could about being a wolf-halfling. Harry learned how to pick up certain sounds from others, how to distinguish smells from one another, and he even learned how to be stealthier. Harry’s footfalls were more silent and he could now run faster. Everyone looked on this as a good thing, especially if Harry needed these skills to get out of danger.

Not that Remus was going to allow Harry to get into any dangerous situation again. But, Harry said to them that you never knew just what would happen in the near future.

And Harry had been right.

There were only five days left before the full moon when Remus came back to Grimmauld Place looking as if he’d been in a terrible fight. He stumbled into the bathroom and began to clean himself off.

“Remus! What happened?” Harry said, running into the bathroom after him.

Remus took off his shirt, which was ripped horribly and just barely hanging off his body anyway, and then began to take his jeans off. He sat carefully on the toilet, the seat closed. “I don’t want to worry you, Harry. Besides, you have enough problems on your own without me adding to them…”

“What happened, Remus?” Harry asked more sternly. “Tell me.”

Remus shook his head, staring at the tiled floor. Harry stood there, arms crossed, waiting for an answer. Remus sighed, recognizing the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to lie to Harry about this one.

“It was Fenrir Greyback. I met him at Diagon Alley.”

TBC