Moonlight Sonata

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For the first time in his life, Remus felt whole. For the first time in his life, he had willingly transformed into his wolf. Tonks was standing in front of him, cheering wildly. He nuzzled her legs, and she giggled, bending down to pet him.

“You did it. I can’t believe you finally did it. It looks like all that meditation has finally paid off.” Remus barked in agreement, before stepping back from her and transforming back into his human self.

“Finally. It felt amazing. I’ve never had control over the wolf like that. I didn’t even feel the need to eat you.” Remus began redressing himself, ignoring Tonks appreciating looks.

“And after only two weeks. You must really have wanted this. What made you change your mind? You’ve fought the wolf your whole life.”

“I found my mate.”

Tonks gasped in excitement. “Who? Do I know her? Have you told her yet?”

“Tonks, you know I prefer men.”

“Well, yes, but I figured biology would win out when it came to your mate. Is it a guy?”

“Yes, and I have no idea who he is. I just know he smells very familiar. So no, you can't know who it is.”

Tonks huffed and left the room, yelling as she left. “Fine! You get to make dinner then! I’m going to go chat with Elodie.”

Remus chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head. Grinning to himself at his success, he whistled on his way to the kitchen. He hadn’t felt this good since he was a child. Life was definitely looking up, especially with only two weeks to go before he was back in England, back near his mate.

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Harry really hated his life right now. He was currently making his sixth trip to the bathroom in the two hours he’d been at work. Ron was looking at him funny, as were his other co-workers that had their desks along the route to the bathroom. What made the situation worse was that he felt like he really had to go every time, but very little ever came out. He was starting to worry, and Ron had suggested seeing a doctor about it a week ago. Now it had been two weeks of this nonsense.

To make matters worse he was constantly hot, almost feverish. He was throwing up every morning. Certain smells made his nauseous, and he had heartburn. He was miserable!

Standing at the urinal, Harry contemplated making an appointment to see his doctor. It had been two solid weeks of these symptoms which was suspicious, and he was beginning to worry that he’d been poisoned.

After washing his hands, Harry made his way back to his office. Halfway back he started to get dizzy. Pausing for a moment to let it pass, he continued walking, only to have black spots start to eat away at his vision. At the door to his office, Harry started to worry that he might actually pass out.

“Ron…” Harry gasped before crumpling to the floor.

Ron barely made it to Harry before his best friend’s head hit the floor.

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When Harry opened his eyes, he was staring at the ceiling of his office, lying comfortably on the couch he and Ron kept there for naps. Madame Pomfrey was standing over him, wand in hand, casting diagnostic spells.

“Good to see you’re back with us, Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley says you’ve been feeling ill lately. Describe your symptoms for me.”

Flushing Harry named them all: feeling feverish, the nausea, the vomiting every morning, his constant need to urinate, the constipation, the lightheadedness, the heartburn.

The nursemaid raised an eyebrow at him. “And how long have you had these symptoms?”

“Two weeks.”

“Mr. Potter, what have I told you before about hiding your illness? These symptoms are unsettling. I’m going to run a couple of tests real quick. Just lie back and relax.”

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After a moment, Madame Pomfrey spoke again. “Well, Mr. Potter, you are always full of surprises. When was the last time you had intercourse?”

Harry’s entire face turned red. “About two weeks ago.” He whispered.

Madame Pomfrey grinned. “Well then, it seems congratulations are in order, Mr. Potter. You’re going to be a father.”

“What?” Ron and Harry yelled in unison.

“Mr. Potter, in nine months, you will be a father.”

Harry’s lit up in a small smile as he placed a hand over his abdomen. “Really?”

“Yes, really, Harry. Though I’ve noticed you haven’t been seeing anyone…” Madame Pomfrey left the sentence hanging.

Harry flushed. “It’s sort of a secret. When he’s ready for everyone to know, I’ll bring him along to my next appointment. When should I have that, by the way?”

“Come see a month from now, dear. Now I really must go. Take it easy for the next few months. The symptoms you’ve been experiencing usually last the entire first trimester.”

Harry nodded as the witch left their office.

“Who is it, Harry? Who’s the bastard that got you pregnant?” Ron’s face was red with anger.

“My wolf, I suppose, since he’s the only one I’ve slept with.”

“Your wolf? What the fuck, Harry? You’ve been fucking animals?”

Harry looked startled, turning wide green eyes to his best male friend. “Ron, you knew I was sleeping with him. I told you about it two weeks ago.”

“You didn’t tell me any such thing! I wouldn’t have let you do that! Not only is it bloody insane and disgusting, it’s fucking dangerous! If it got you pregnant, that means it’s a werewolf! It could’ve bitten you!”

Harry lowered his eyes and rubbed at the bite mark on his shoulder. “He did bite me.”

“What?! Are you bloody insane? How’re you going to convince Snape to brew you Wolfsbane? The bastard still hates you!”

“I didn’t turn on the last full moon, and McCullen says I won’t ever change. Something about being a submissive mate.”

“McCullen knows and I didn’t? Fucking hell, Harry, I thought we were friends!”

“Ron! Are you loosing your mind? We had this conversation two weeks ago. You even encouraged me to continue the affair. What the hell’s wrong with you now?”

“Harry, we’ve never had this conversation!”

“Ron, I’m pregnant, not crazy. We had a much more sedated version of this very same conversation two weeks ago, on the day of the full moon, in which I told you about the first time with my wolf, and you encouraged me to invite the wolf into my house again that very evening.”

“Mate, I’d never encourage that behavior. Why would you think I would?” Ron paused for a moment, he eyes growing wide. “Bloody hell, Harry, two weeks ago you said?”

“Yes…”

Ron’s entire face turned shameful and bright red.

“What, Ron? Are you finally remembering our conversation?”

“No. I’m remembering Hermione and I drinking that new Polyjuice that lasts twelve hours. We wanted to… well, you know.”

“No, I don’t know, Ron. Explain it to me.”

“Hermione wanted to know what it felt like… to be me… when we made love. Honestly, I was kind of curious about how she feels. She seems to like it so much…” Ron lowered his eyes to the floor, face flushed bright red.

Harry chuckled. “And you called me kinky that day… Wait. If it wasn’t you I talked to… You mean that was Hermione I was talking to? No wonder you were so tolerant. That explains so much.”

“What explains so much?” Hermione walked into their office, closing the door behind her.

“You were Ron.”

“What?”

“You were Ron that day when we talked about my wolf.”

Hermione flushed. “Yes, yes I was. That was a very good day.” Hermione grinned before her face contorted with anger. “No one was supposed to find out about that, Ron!”

“I had to tell! He kept talking about a conversation we never had! Evidently you encouraged the git to sleep with a werewolf!”

“Harry needs some action in his life, someone to love him! Besides, the wolf marked him as his mate, so I figured it was unavoidable anyway. Why’d this come up anyway?”

Harry took a deep breath and confessed everything that had happened since then leading up to and ending with Madame Pomfrey’s visit a few moments ago.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “We have so much research to do, Harry!”

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That evening, Harry was curled up on his couch, reading one of the numerous books Hermione had found for him to read. This one described how the baby would grow within him for the next nine months and what birth would entail for a male. Everything about giving birth made him nervous and more nauseous.

Feeling the pressing urge to urinate again, Harry marked his page in the book, cleaned up his plate and glass from dinner, and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After pissing, Harry started to undress, turning the shower water on, and setting out a clean towel for himself. As he pulled his shirt over his head, the rough fabric grazed over his nipples, and he noticed how tender they were. Concerned, Harry looked in the mirror to see if he’d bruised them somehow. What he saw freaked him out.

He knew women’s breasts enlarged during pregnancy, but he never thought what might happen to his own. Where flat, firm pectoral muscles had once been, the tissue in his breasts was starting to round a little. They weren’t flabby by any means, so he wasn’t loosing shape and definition to his muscles due to gaining weight. But they were rounding out, looking a little softer, and his nipples were widening from the tiny pebbles they had been.

Examining the rest of his body, Harry noticed his hips had changed slightly, too, rounding and flaring a little as well. It was nothing easily noticeable, but you could see it if you were looking for it.

Climbing into the shower, Harry sank to the floor under the warm, relaxing spray, hardly noticing the tears starting to stream down his face.

“Why me? Why does all the fucked up shit happen to me? I mean, I liked sex with the wolf. I actually like the idea of being dominated by him, though I’m not going to think about what that means about me. But pregnant? Really, now. This is too much!”

Harry stood, banishing the thoughts from his mind for now, and scrubbed the tears from his face before scrubbing the dirt from his hair and body. The sensation of the water pouring over his sensitized skin, especially his nipples, had him hard and hungry for more stimulation before he was done bathing.

He wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly sliding fingers up to the head and squeezing tightly around the glans before sliding back down. After a few strokes, he sped up, but soon it wasn’t enough.

Remembering the feel of the wolf inside him, Harry slipped his hand down and pushed a finger into himself. Startled at what he felt, Harry quickly shut the water off, hopped out of the shower, and dried off. Once he was dry, he reached his hand back around and pushed his finger back inside himself.

“Holy shit, I’m really a fucked up piece of work aren’t I?” Harry pulled his finger out and brought it to his face, eye level. His finger was glistening with what was evidently his own body-made lubricant.

Deciding freaking out was not conducive to his current mental state, Harry decided to roll with the punches. He turned out the light in his bathroom and climbed in bed with his favorite dildo. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he slowly pushed the dildo into himself, neglecting the lubricant, wanting to see if he really was producing his own slick.

Sure enough the dildo slipped in easily, stretching Harry in the way he loved. Tapping the end of the toy, Harry commanded it to fuck him. Due to his pregnancy, he was discovering his body was more sensitive to sensation that ever before. He came quickly. Spelling away the mess, Harry slipped under the covers.

Something wasn’t right, though. He hadn’t been sleeping well the past two weeks, and it was getting worse with every passing night. After tossing and turning for an hour, Harry got up to check the locks on all the doors. He was feeling uneasy, unsafe. After ensuring all the doors and windows were locked and firmly shut, Harry sealed himself in his bedroom, magicing all the doors and windows locked as well. He tossed every blanket he owned onto his bed and buried himself under the mound he had created.

Curling in on himself, still feeling uneasy, Harry started crying. He had no idea what was going on. None of the books mentioned this uneasy feeling, but it was a feeling he’d only started experiencing in the past two weeks. It had to be related to his pregnancy, but none of the books mentioned it. It had to be something due to his new wolfiness. He’d been chagrined to learn that, while there were many books on male pregnancy, there were none on crossbreeding with magical creatures. Evidently they were very secretive.

Harry needed help, and he knew just who to talk to. Remus would help him. Remus would tell him everything he needed to know. Maybe Remus even knew who the mysterious Alpha was that had become his lover. Now he just had to wait until Saturday. With that plan of action, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of being curled up in the warm, human arms of his Alpha.


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