The Wolf\'s Lifemate

The Wolf’s Lifemate 5

Pairing: Remus Lupin/Harry Potter, Greyback/?

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: There will probably have some spoilers to HBP. So, as you know, this is AU now. There may be more chapters to this than I had originally decided on last time.

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Harry stared at Remus in shock. “Fenrir Greyback? Is that the one you told me about that bit you when you were little?”

Remus nodded. “Yes, it was he. I’m not sure what he was doing in Diagon Alley, but he had someone with him.”

“Maybe the other person was there to get some supplies,” said Harry. He wrapped his arms around Remus’s neck and gave him a small kiss on the lips, being mindful of the wounds. “Did you see what the other person looked like?”

“No,” said Remus. They pressed their foreheads together. “The person had his hood up, but I could tell it was another man… actually, I think the boy was your age.”

“Someone my age hanging around Greyback? He must have a death wish.”

“Well,” Remus started, looking away. Their foreheads were still touching; Harry trying to gauge Remus’s emotions by looking into his eyes, but Remus was staring off at the door.

“Well what?” Harry said. “Did you get a good whiff of him?”

“My senses as a human aren’t that acute, unfortunately,” said Remus, bringing his eyes back to Harry’s. “If you were there with me, you would have been able to distinguish his scent since you’re a wolf-halfling. My sense of smell isn’t that powerful until a day or two before the full moon.”

“Well, only a few more days and it will be the full moon. Are you sure you weren’t able to smell him? I thought for sure…”

“With you it’s different, Harry. I’m attracted to your scent. I can smell you and sense you even in my human form. The boy did seem familiar though, like he was a classmate of yours or something. Anyway, what I was going to tell you before is that I thought Greyback had him to hurt him during the full moon. Remember that I had told you that Greyback likes to be around others when he transforms? Well, I thought he had the boy with him so that when he became a werewolf he would bite the boy and make him one.”

“Oh, so you were trying to save him—the one my age, I mean.”

“Yes, but that’s where I made a terrible mistake.” Remus sighed and looked down at his bleeding arm. Harry looked down too and suddenly remembered that he was being stupid and not helping him tend his wounds. Harry picked up Remus’s torn shirt and ripped off a long strip to wrap the wound in. “Don’t worry about me, Harry, I’ve had worse injuries than this.”

“You were lucky to escape with your life,” Harry said sounding a bit accusing.

“Well, I would have been killed, I think, if I hadn’t realized what the boy was doing with him in time.”

“So, what’s the big deal then? You tried to save him and then what?” Harry said, wrapping the cloth around Remus’s bleeding bicep.

Remus sighed. “Like I said, I made a terrible mistake in thinking he needed rescuing when in actuality… the boy was Greyback’s mate.”

Harry halted in the middle of tying a knot in the cloth-made bandage and looked at Remus incredulously. “His mate? So it looked like you were trying to take his mate away from him.”

“Yes. So now you understand why I got into a fight with him.”

“But how did you realize that the other boy was his mate?”

Remus stood up gingerly and slowly limped back to the bedroom. Harry followed, worry etched in his face.

“Sometime during the fight,” said Remus slowly, “Greyback blurted out that he wouldn’t allow me to take his mate from him. At first I thought he was making it up so that I wouldn’t take away his Sweet Meat, as he likes to call them. But then I slowly began to realize that the boy was indeed his mate. The look in Greyback’s eyes and the way the other boy was acting about the fight . . . . If it were a victim, I think the boy would have run while we were fighting.”

“You didn’t think that the other could have been under a spell?”

Remus shook his head and sat on the bed. Harry sat next to him.

“I thought that at first, too. But I recognized all the signs of defending a mate coming from Greyback, and when I finally told him that I believed him and that I was sorry for trying to take the boy away from him, he stopped trying to kill me, which is odd for Greyback. He usually doesn’t care who he kills.”

“He just let you go? All because you realized that the other person was his mate? I don’t understand.”

Remus blushed. “Well, I kind of told him that I understood how he felt and that I… well, that I also have a mate.”

Harry’s cheeks tinted slightly. “Did you have to tell him that?”

“Sorry, Harry, but it did seem to save my skin. Not to mention Tonks and Moody were walking toward us, so I think that may have had something to do with it. I don’t think Greyback wanted trouble today.”

“So, what were they doing in Diagon Alley?”

“Good question, Harry, but I’m guessing it was for the same reason that I was: to get his mate his school supplies for seventh year.”

Harry smiled. “Yeah, thanks for that, Remus. I didn’t think I would be able to go, what with trying to destroy Voldemort and all.”

“Nothing is more important than a good education. I want you to go and take your NEWTs. I won’t hold you back from that.”

“But, you’ll miss me,” said Harry, leaning his head on Remus’s shoulder. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll talk to Dumbledore and see if he’ll allow me back on the staff, but not as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

“I hope so. I’m pretty sure he’ll let you if you tell him about us.”

“Oh, he knows about us already, Harry.”

“That’s right,” Harry smiled. “Doesn’t miss a trick, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t,” Remus smiled. “Also, now that I think of it, I doubt Greyback would be able to use magic on the boy, since he doesn’t have a wand.”

Harry cuddled closer to Remus. “Are you sure you’re all right? How’s your leg?”

“Don’t worry, Harry. This is nothing compared to other injuries I’ve had.”

“Speaking of which!” Harry said suddenly, standing up. “What are we going to do about the full moon?”

“We do know that you won’t be in any danger from me.”

“What about the Wolfsbane Potion?”

“Severus is still supplying it for me.”

“But… what about me?”

“You’ll be fine, Harry. Nothing terrible will happen to you, remember? You’ll just be… friskier.”

Harry blushed. “Oh. Right. But…”

“Don’t worry about it, ok? Let’s just get some rest.”

“All right,” Harry sighed in defeat. He slowly began to take his own clothes off. Remus moved carefully onto the bed and lay down, groaning and sighing as he did so. “Oh, Remus?” Harry said. “You said that you were there to get my books…”

“Oh, yeah, they’re still in the sitting room in a bag. Sorry.”

“It’s all right,” said Harry. Still clad in his boxers, Harry jogged back to the sitting room to grab the bag full of his books. Harry wondered if it was supposed to be heavy, but it didn’t feel like it to him. He carried it back into the bedroom and placed it on the table next to the door. Without thinking, Harry slid out of his boxers and then slid under the covers with Remus. He was immediately engulfed by Remus’s arms and kissed deeply.

“This isn’t rest,” Harry panted, taking his lips back.

“You mean I can’t snog my mate before we go to sleep?” Remus said, trying to sound innocent.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” said Harry cheekily.

Remus smirked. He slipped his hand along Harry’s body. Harry’s skin was still nice and smooth where there was no hair, and where there was hair it was soft to the touch. Remus growled low in his throat, the lusting beast within him rising again as it had done last time it was this close to the full moon.

Harry whined and was on his back in seconds, spreading his legs. Remus moved over him, resting his body in between Harry’s splayed thighs. His cock lay heavy on Harry’s stomach next to his own swollen prick; clear fluid leaking from the tip. Their lips met as Remus slowly started to rut himself where Harry’s thigh met his groin.

“How about I finish you, then?” Remus whispered into Harry’s ear.

Harry shivered and then moaned aloud at the feel of the tip of Remus’s cock pressing against Harry’s hole, which was now opening voluntarily. After a few good pushes, and some nudges from Harry, Remus’s cock was sliding past that tight ring of muscle. Harry swung a leg around Remus’s body and the other up over Remus’s bicep as Remus’s thrusts became deeper with every stroke. It didn’t take long for them to become so entangled in each other that rhythm no longer mattered, and they banged against each other hard and fast, ignoring the squeaks of the bed springs and the thump of the headboard against the wall.

“Yes,” Remus breathed, emptying everything he had into Harry as Harry made a gargling whine, arching into Remus as he spilled between them.

.-.

The smoking goblet was set on the kitchen table only moments ago by Severus Snape. He didn’t indicate that he knew about Harry and Remus at all, and he didn’t say much before he left. Harry wondered if being a spy for the Order really made you that cranky. He did, however, whisper something to Remus before using the fireplace to Floo away.

Harry sat down next to Remus at the kitchen table as Remus stared at his Wolfsbane Potion.

“What did he say to you?” Harry asked.

Remus sighed, not speaking at first, and then picked up the goblet and sniffed it. He frowned slightly and his brows knitted together as if in thought, and then finally set down the cup and turned to Harry.

“Only something that I already knew.”

“Which was?” Harry implored.

“It was only about Greyback, so there’s no need to worry yourself over it.”

Harry was on the edge of his seat as if he were about to stand up. “What about Greyback? Does Snape know about your encounter with him?”

“Apparently so,” said Remus. He picked up the Wolfsbane Potion again and took a sip.

“Well, if it’s already something you know, why can’t you tell me?”

“Because,” said Remus after swallowing, “it’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“Does Snape know about Greyback’s mate, then?”

“I’m not sure,” said Remus. He forced himself to take another sip of the potion.

“Damn it, Remus, don’t keep things from me! You know what might happen if you do that.”

Remus sighed in what sounded like defeat, and then downed about half of the potion. He made a face at it before setting it down.

“He just wanted to tell me that Greyback was still in the area and that we might have to consider leaving Grimmauld Place sooner than originally planned.”

Harry nodded but kept staring at Remus as if he were going to say more. When he didn’t, Harry said, “Well? Is that all?”

Remus drank the rest of his potion. He set the goblet down carefully and then slowly stood. “Pretty much.”

Harry followed him. “I think you’re lying to me.”

Remus turned sharply, almost running into Harry, and gave him an intense stare. “I doubt he’d want me to tell you, but I guess you’d just pitch a fit if I didn’t tell you.”

“I wouldn’t pitch a fit!” Harry snarled.

Remus raised a brow. “Oh?”

Harry blushed. “Sorry. Could you please tell me what else he said?”

“Don’t make a big fuss of it then, ok?” Remus placed a loving hand on Harry’s shoulder. He waited for Harry to nod before going on. “He thinks that since Greyback has been on the loose I should make sure to keep you as far away from him as possible.”

“Why?” Harry asked. “He’s got a mate already, and I’m clearly taken, so what’s the big deal, besides the fact that Greyback likes to maul the young ones?”

Remus bit his bottom lip, looking in deep thought. “Well, since Severus doesn’t know about Greyback having a mate, I think that he thinks Greyback might try killing you because you’re my mate. Werewolves do that sometimes when they want to be particularly mean or show dominance.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Is that all?”

“Yes. And before you ask, it is a big deal. A werewolf’s mate means everything to them, and when their mate dies… who knows how long the other will live? I’ve heard of some werewolves killing themselves because their mate was dead, they were so torn.”

“I won’t die,” said Harry. “I’m a wizard, remember? I’ve got a wand, and you’ve got a wand; nothing will happen.”

Remus bit his lip. “God, I hope you’re right, Harry.”

.-.

Two naked bodies lay on an old mattress—one big and hairy and nearly covering the other, and the other pale and smooth and tinged with pink, barely moving. The grunting sounds from the bigger one were animalistic, almost vulgar. It was dim all around them, and what little light was filtering through showed how dusty the air was. The littlest one whimpered.

“That’s it,” growled Greyback. His leg pushed the little one’s thighs apart as he thrust harder and rougher into him, his cock stretching the young one’s arse almost impossibly, unable to fit all of it inside. “That’s my Sweet Meat… My Boy… My…” he licked his lips, “Mate.”

A whimper escaped from his mate, fist curling into the raggedy sheets.

“Yes,” said Greyback, snuffling along the boy’s neck. “Mine. My beautiful, beautiful mate…” He licked a long, wet line up the back of his mate’s neck, nibbled his ear, and then down his jaw. “No one will try to take you from me—no one will dare! Not even that traitor Snape.” Greyback dug his claws into the boy’s hips, but all the boy did was whine softly, hardly registering the pain. “He will not take you. You do not belong to him or anyone. You’re mine.”

“Yes,” croaked out the boy beneath him. “I’m yours.”

“My mate,” Greyback growled, finishing himself off—emptying into his mate’s body—come sliding out of his mate’s hole and down pale, trembling thighs. “My fair-haired, silver-eyed pup.”

Greyback turned his mate’s body around and dipped his head down to swallow his cock. He gulped only a few times before his mate was coming in long, powerful spurts down his throat, screaming. Greyback swallowed it all, loving the feel of his mate’s warm essence on his tongue and in his belly.

Eyes opened to reveal unshed tears, staring up at the ceiling of the cave. Draco prayed his mother was all right.

“Mine,” Greyback repeated, licking along Draco’s collarbone. “My wolf-halfling.”

TBC