Wolfen
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
32,446
Reviews:
55
Recommended:
5
Currently Reading:
6
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Wolfen
Harry jerked awake throwing himself into a sitting position, he was panting harshly, sweat glazed his pale skin and soaked his ebony hair causing it to stick to his forehead.
Harry jerked awake throwing himself into a sitting position, he was panting harshly, sweat glazed his pale skin and soaked his ebony hair causing it to stick to his forehead.
He swiveled wildly and in his half-sleep his nostrils flared in search of his mate.
Harry stood slowly and made his way out of the empty bedroom, he let his nose lead him to the last place his alpha had been, where the smell of oak and rain and musk was at its strongest and most fresh.
Harry found himself in front of the once highly polished dining room table; a small ripped peace of paper was sitting solitary, covered in a spidery scrawled handwriting that could only be Fenrir’s.
Harry, I have to go to Voldemort, I must tell him that I can no longer work for him, I can’t go against my mate.
Stay where you are, lay low and remember that you have new responsibilities as a submissive wolf. Whatever happens my love, DO NOT come for me, no heroics this time, you are not my saviour, I am yours.
Eternal Love Fenrir.
P.S Happy Birthday! Your present will arrive in 3 months time.
Harry held the paper to his nose and inhaled deeply, tears where leaving dirt tracks down his cheeks.
He lifted the jumper he was wearing and placed his hand over his abdomen, he was pregnant, the dream had been real, and it was true he just knew it.
Harry wiped the tears away with his sleeve and took a deep shuddering breath, he was scared to death, he had no idea how a cub was born from a submissive and he had no idea how he was going to get through a pregnancy without his alpha.
There was even a small part of Harry that was still screaming that this was all wrong, that being a werewolf was his worst nightmare. But regardless of his new status in life, one thing was for sure; Harry was going to give being a mother a damn good try.
Almost Three Months Later
Harry sat on his bed reading another book on the origins and mating practices of Northern European Werewolves. He had quite a good little library now that he was sure Hermione would give her wand arm to see.
He was ordering the books by owl from various wizarding bookshops and suppliers including Flourish & Blotts and Smythes of Hogsmeade not to mention the odd muggle book from Waterstones in the high street.
Harry threw the book on the ground and let out a huff of frustration.
All these books and not a single one could tell him how a cub was born from a male sub. Harry rubbed soothing circles on his gravid abdomen, if he where a girl he would easily look at least 9 months pregnant.
The small rash on his chest and belly had developed into four extra nipples giving him a total of six, complete with areola.
The small lumps beneath the teats reminded him of the statue of the she-wolf that fed Romulus and Remus, the books had said that he would have the nipples, or teats for the rest of his life and that they would mark him as a wolf mother. (A submissive who had given birth to at least one cub) So as long as he kept his torso covered he could pass as human.
He had also discovered, that he was likely carrying more than one cub and that they would develop and be born as infant wolves.
He just wished they would bloody hurry as Sirius would be picking him up in just over a month and he didn’t want to have to explain how he got so very pregnant and werewolfy to his godfather and god forbid Remus.
Harry hadn’t had any more dreams about Fenrir and was forced to assume he was dead, but Harry was so proud that he could carry his children that he thought it a fitting memorial.
Of course his heart ached at the thought of his mate gone forever, and he knew that he should probably be dead, after all that’s what submissives where suppose to do wasn’t it? Follow their mates into death?
Either way, Harry was plagued with panic attacks and moments of distress and agitation that he assumed where hormonal but where likely due to separation from his mate. Harry stood up gingerly and tried to regain his balance due to the new displacement of weight that he had only had a few months to get used to.
He walked down the stairs, missing the fresh sent of his mate that now hung stale in the air, he was out of meat and as he couldn’t hunt for himself in his ungainly condition he had to go to the Butchers shop in town.
Harry grabbed one of Aunt petunia’s old maternity blouses, in a rather vivid purple and a pair of her maternity jeans that she had kept in a box in the attic. He pulled them on quickly.
The clothes where a little bit too long, as Petunia was a lot taller than he was but he merely rolled up the sleeves and ankles.
Luckily they weren’t extraordinarily out-dated and he could easily be mistaken for a short-haired pregnant teenage girl, which at maximum would get him a few disapproving looks from one or two old ladies, but that was nothing he couldn’t deal with.
Pulling on a heavy coat Harry walked to the bus stop and waited for the number 15 bus that would take him into the small local town, there was a long cue and when the bus came it was already quite full.
Harry boarded the bus and was forced to stand until a kind businessman offered Harry his seat next to a mother with a pram. Harry, whose back and feet where already killing him sat down quickly.
“This your first one love?” Said the woman next to him, gesturing at his abdomen and trying to keep her toddler under control.
“Er..Yes” Harry, said politely.
“I remember me first, it gets easier after the second and third ones, this one ere is me fourth!” She said with a smile.
Harry’s eyes opened wide and he turned away looking out of the opposite window as the trees and houses rushed by, he was probably carrying three or four cubs all at once!
Finally! Harry thought as he walked into the Butchers shop, his stomach grumbled as he walked past the numerous displayed meats to the main counter.
“Ohh! How far along are you then Dearie?” asked an old woman as she blocked his way and rudely placed her hands on his abdomen smiling as one of his children pressed up against her aged appendage.
“Erm..Nine months?” Harry said and tried to get to the counter again.
“Oh dear where is your husband? You shouldn’t be out and about alone so near your time!”
Harry asked the Butcher for 8 pounds of raw minced steak, 6 pork chops, a whole leg of lamb and 2 large Black Puddings before The woman crowded him again.
“Look lady! I am very hungry and need some meat! If you don’t move I am going to strangle you with your own varicose veins of which you have many! Excuse me!” Harry’s eyes turned a lurid yellow and his voice dropped an octave lower into a growl.
He hurriedly grabbed his meat, paid for it and left.
“Gee whizz! those pregnancy cravings must be terrible!” said the Butcher as he scratched his head. The old lady merely nodded in sympathy as Harry pushed his way out the door and disappeared down the street.
Well what do ya think? a little rushed I think.
Enjoy
Reviews would be nice
Flames make me fart with joy!
Love
Spiffy
Harry jerked awake throwing himself into a sitting position, he was panting harshly, sweat glazed his pale skin and soaked his ebony hair causing it to stick to his forehead.
Harry jerked awake throwing himself into a sitting position, he was panting harshly, sweat glazed his pale skin and soaked his ebony hair causing it to stick to his forehead.
He swiveled wildly and in his half-sleep his nostrils flared in search of his mate.
Harry stood slowly and made his way out of the empty bedroom, he let his nose lead him to the last place his alpha had been, where the smell of oak and rain and musk was at its strongest and most fresh.
Harry found himself in front of the once highly polished dining room table; a small ripped peace of paper was sitting solitary, covered in a spidery scrawled handwriting that could only be Fenrir’s.
Harry, I have to go to Voldemort, I must tell him that I can no longer work for him, I can’t go against my mate.
Stay where you are, lay low and remember that you have new responsibilities as a submissive wolf. Whatever happens my love, DO NOT come for me, no heroics this time, you are not my saviour, I am yours.
Eternal Love Fenrir.
P.S Happy Birthday! Your present will arrive in 3 months time.
Harry held the paper to his nose and inhaled deeply, tears where leaving dirt tracks down his cheeks.
He lifted the jumper he was wearing and placed his hand over his abdomen, he was pregnant, the dream had been real, and it was true he just knew it.
Harry wiped the tears away with his sleeve and took a deep shuddering breath, he was scared to death, he had no idea how a cub was born from a submissive and he had no idea how he was going to get through a pregnancy without his alpha.
There was even a small part of Harry that was still screaming that this was all wrong, that being a werewolf was his worst nightmare. But regardless of his new status in life, one thing was for sure; Harry was going to give being a mother a damn good try.
Almost Three Months Later
Harry sat on his bed reading another book on the origins and mating practices of Northern European Werewolves. He had quite a good little library now that he was sure Hermione would give her wand arm to see.
He was ordering the books by owl from various wizarding bookshops and suppliers including Flourish & Blotts and Smythes of Hogsmeade not to mention the odd muggle book from Waterstones in the high street.
Harry threw the book on the ground and let out a huff of frustration.
All these books and not a single one could tell him how a cub was born from a male sub. Harry rubbed soothing circles on his gravid abdomen, if he where a girl he would easily look at least 9 months pregnant.
The small rash on his chest and belly had developed into four extra nipples giving him a total of six, complete with areola.
The small lumps beneath the teats reminded him of the statue of the she-wolf that fed Romulus and Remus, the books had said that he would have the nipples, or teats for the rest of his life and that they would mark him as a wolf mother. (A submissive who had given birth to at least one cub) So as long as he kept his torso covered he could pass as human.
He had also discovered, that he was likely carrying more than one cub and that they would develop and be born as infant wolves.
He just wished they would bloody hurry as Sirius would be picking him up in just over a month and he didn’t want to have to explain how he got so very pregnant and werewolfy to his godfather and god forbid Remus.
Harry hadn’t had any more dreams about Fenrir and was forced to assume he was dead, but Harry was so proud that he could carry his children that he thought it a fitting memorial.
Of course his heart ached at the thought of his mate gone forever, and he knew that he should probably be dead, after all that’s what submissives where suppose to do wasn’t it? Follow their mates into death?
Either way, Harry was plagued with panic attacks and moments of distress and agitation that he assumed where hormonal but where likely due to separation from his mate. Harry stood up gingerly and tried to regain his balance due to the new displacement of weight that he had only had a few months to get used to.
He walked down the stairs, missing the fresh sent of his mate that now hung stale in the air, he was out of meat and as he couldn’t hunt for himself in his ungainly condition he had to go to the Butchers shop in town.
Harry grabbed one of Aunt petunia’s old maternity blouses, in a rather vivid purple and a pair of her maternity jeans that she had kept in a box in the attic. He pulled them on quickly.
The clothes where a little bit too long, as Petunia was a lot taller than he was but he merely rolled up the sleeves and ankles.
Luckily they weren’t extraordinarily out-dated and he could easily be mistaken for a short-haired pregnant teenage girl, which at maximum would get him a few disapproving looks from one or two old ladies, but that was nothing he couldn’t deal with.
Pulling on a heavy coat Harry walked to the bus stop and waited for the number 15 bus that would take him into the small local town, there was a long cue and when the bus came it was already quite full.
Harry boarded the bus and was forced to stand until a kind businessman offered Harry his seat next to a mother with a pram. Harry, whose back and feet where already killing him sat down quickly.
“This your first one love?” Said the woman next to him, gesturing at his abdomen and trying to keep her toddler under control.
“Er..Yes” Harry, said politely.
“I remember me first, it gets easier after the second and third ones, this one ere is me fourth!” She said with a smile.
Harry’s eyes opened wide and he turned away looking out of the opposite window as the trees and houses rushed by, he was probably carrying three or four cubs all at once!
Finally! Harry thought as he walked into the Butchers shop, his stomach grumbled as he walked past the numerous displayed meats to the main counter.
“Ohh! How far along are you then Dearie?” asked an old woman as she blocked his way and rudely placed her hands on his abdomen smiling as one of his children pressed up against her aged appendage.
“Erm..Nine months?” Harry said and tried to get to the counter again.
“Oh dear where is your husband? You shouldn’t be out and about alone so near your time!”
Harry asked the Butcher for 8 pounds of raw minced steak, 6 pork chops, a whole leg of lamb and 2 large Black Puddings before The woman crowded him again.
“Look lady! I am very hungry and need some meat! If you don’t move I am going to strangle you with your own varicose veins of which you have many! Excuse me!” Harry’s eyes turned a lurid yellow and his voice dropped an octave lower into a growl.
He hurriedly grabbed his meat, paid for it and left.
“Gee whizz! those pregnancy cravings must be terrible!” said the Butcher as he scratched his head. The old lady merely nodded in sympathy as Harry pushed his way out the door and disappeared down the street.
Well what do ya think? a little rushed I think.
Enjoy
Reviews would be nice
Flames make me fart with joy!
Love
Spiffy