The Pack

“We have to find him!” Ron shouted and looked at the two despairing men, Remus’ eyes brimmed with tears and Sirius was frantically pacing.

 

“I left him for less than hour,” his voice was imploring to Remus, the amber eyed immediately pulling his anguished lover into his arms, “When I went to check on him…he was gone.” The last word broken by a sob.

 

“We’ll find him.” There was a steely determination in Remus’ voice and Ron prayed that he would, sensing that Harry’s life was somehow dependant on these two men.

 

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The moon in a partial crescent seemed to torment him, his green eyes brimming with tears as he lay in the dewy grass. Knowing in his heart that this was a dream and he allowed the sensations to wash over him, feeling at peace in this fantasy.

 

No fear…no doubt….no pain.

 

His heart yearned briefly for a fleeting second as a need washed over him, the pain in his chest making his breath catch in his throat. Clenching his jaw and willing the ache away, scrunching his eyes tightly. Harry prayed for the pain of missing the two men to dissipate, a crest of despair threatening to engulf him. Opening his teary eyes to look at the moon, hoping the silent orb may hold the key, the bright moon on the cusp of becoming full.

 

Three days…. Three days till the first full moon.

 

A solitary tear spilled down his cheek, the last week and a half away from them was like a knife in his gut. Longing and needing in every fibre of his being. His body weary from the walking, leaving with no destination in mind, Harry found himself wandering the leafy hills of Scotland. Sleeping under the stars and living off meagre rations. Almost reminded of his quest for the Horcruxes and then his mind meandered to his current predicament, forcing his emotions to close down.

 

I can’t go back… but merlin this hurts so much.

 

A snap of a twig calling his attention, he tensed and his eyes seemingly adjusted to the night scanned the surrounding area. Amazed at how bright and alive everywhere appeared to be, the dew shining in the moonlight. An unfamiliar scent drifted in the air and Harry found himself intoxicated by the essence of a new wolf.

 

A BITCH….IN HEAT.

 

A deep growl filled the air and Harry was shocked when he realised the rumbling was from his own chest, the wolf inside him drawn to the scent. Woody with a hint of copper, with a underlying sweetness, he breathed in and deep down though the scent was delicious it did not provoke the same response as Remus or Sirius’ own natural perfume. Wood snapped again and slowly, revealed  the sleek figure of a dark grey wolf, its haunches raised in readiness to fight. Their eyes met and Harry was awestruck at the vivid blue stare that met his gaze. Scenting the sir for potential danger, the wolf approached with calculating slowness. Harry watched the play of muscle under the fur and his own inner wolf assessed the interloper.

 

WIRY…SMALLER…CUNNING…OLDER BITCH.

 

A soft warning growl echoed in the still night air, the female lowering her body and preparing to defend herself.

 

“Shhhh… I won’t hurt you.” Harry’s voice was quiet and he tried to keep the tone soft, trying to reassure the wolf that he meant no harm.

 

The wolf sniffed the air, her snout leaning closer to him and she sneezed, shaking her head. Harry nearly laughed at the gesture and for a moment he would have sworn that the wolf smiled at him.

 

HOOOOWWWWLLLLLLL!!!!!!

 

Harry jumped and the wolf yelped at the loud eerie howl that shattered the tranquil scene. The wolf looked at Harry briefly before fleeing the clearing, Harry shouted for her to stop. The howl answered his cry, nearer this time and the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. His dream suddenly changing ,the mood becoming trepid and fear filled his heart. The beating of his heart loud in his ears and his body readied itself for a fight. The howl pierced the night again and Harry held his wand tightly in his hand though part of him wondered what good it would in a dream. The bushes rustled behind him and he spun around, almost making himself dizzy. A stupefy spell on the tip of his tongue as a massive brown wolf emerged, its teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

 

Shit

 

Harry prepared to fight, his heart hammering in his chest so loudly that he nearly missed the snap of a twig behind him. A slightly smaller, though still huge black wolf approaching him and the last thing Harry thought before they both attacked simultaneously was…

 

Ambush

 

A shout of fear lodged in his throat as he bolted upright, his heart thundering and his body drenched with sweat. Harry took a second to get his bearing, disorientated and he lay back on his sleeping bag. The moon taunting him from its position in the slate night sky, cloudless and the stars blinking brightly as he struggled to catch his breath.

 

What a dream.

 

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Ron woke up in a cold sweat, struggling to remember the dream as he waited for his heart to slow and his breath to steady itself. Eyes closed and flashes of his nightmare just lingered in the periphery of his troubled mind.

 

Harry…where are you mate?

 

The sound of soft talking reaching his ears and he knew that neither of the two men would have slept again, concern creeping into his heart as he prepared to face the day. Eyes still closed as he lay there, his body tired and his mind in turmoil.

 

I hope he’s ok… Remus is a mess and Sirius is falling apart.

 

His mind full of despair and part of him intrigued to know what it must be like to love someone that much. Yearning for a love of his own, not just a love but an all-consuming passion that would take over his life. A snippet of an image filled his mind and he moaned softly, stormy grey eyes brimming with lust in his vision, a deep baritone whispering in his ears. Dark, filthy promises breathed into his ear and his body on fire with need at the words.

 

Such wicked thoughts… my, my Mr Weasley, what a fevered imagination you have.

 

Ron bit his bottom to stifle the whimper building, his mind racing and exploding with ideas.

 

Maybe I should take that deliciously flushed body and ravish it…open you up and take you… fill you with my cock and make you moan for me.

 

“Oh god.” Ron whimpered, his fingers skimming down to his aching cock, the digits having a life of their own as they freed the rigid shaft. Breath hissing at the feel of the cooler air on the heated flesh. Pre-come dripping from the head and slicking down the shaft, the fluid aiding Ron’s strokes.

 

Mmm maybe I can play too.

 

The haughty tones of his fantasy making his back arch and his cock spit at the thought of the sexy blond. His body and mind consumed with his lust, no doubt or shame as he chased his release.

 

Just look at his body… tight and aching to be plundered… I can almost taste him on my tongue…sweet with a hint of innocence.

 

“Fuck me..please.” Ron begged, his eyes squeezed shut as his mind bombarded him with visions of soft creamy skin and dusky rigid cocks. The rich velvety tones filling his head and his balls tightened.

 

Fuck the innocence out of that taut young body… making him beg and scream for us.

 

“YES!” his breath caught and his body went rigid. His cock spurted lushly over his chest and abdomen, a scream of ecstasy silenced by his hand as he bit down on his own palm to muffle the shout of completion.

 

I’m so fucked.

 

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Remus stared at the bedroom ceiling, Sirius silent as he lay next to him and he thought for a second that his lover may have finally answered the call of sleep. Remus hoped that his blue eyed companion would get some rest, his own weariness forgotten. A soft sob filling his heart with anguish and he turned on his side to take in the vision of the sobbing dark haired man. Tears filling his own eyes as he pulled Sirius into his arms, soothing his troubled love with soft words and caresses.

 

“Shhh…it’s ok.” Sirius burrowed into his chest and Remus felt his own tears begin to fall.

 

“Remi…I miss him so much.”

 

“I know… me too.” The embrace tightened and he breathed in the heady scent of Sirius, his heart skipping a beat at the changing mood. Heat building between them even though intimacy had been the furthest thing from their minds while they had been hunting for Harry. Sirius ran a tentative hand down Remus’ back earning a shudder, a soft kiss pressed against his throat as a response.

 

“Remi…” Sirius whispered and Remus heard the desire in those hushed tones, a need washing over them. Remus buried his fingers in the soft dark hair, tilting his lover’s neck and bestowing a heated kiss. Tongue duelled wetly in the quiet room, soft little exhales echoing as they slowly undressed each other. Kisses pressed to newly exposed flesh and Remus nipped lightly at Sirius’ chest, lapping at his rigid nipples. The whimpers were like music to his ears as he explored Sirius’ body, kissing and licking every inch of the writhing man. The scent of musk filling his senses as he revealed the dripping shaft, Sirius breathing heavily and moaning as Remus licked the leaking slit. He savoured the bitter taste on his tongue and lapped harder, rewarded with a burst of fresh pre-come.

 

“Oh…. Let me touch you!” Sirius begged and Remus smiled, moving and twisting his body so that his trapped erection was directly in front of his pleading lover. Swallowing around the head and slowly taking the length into his mouth, Remus moaned as he felt sure fingers releasing his aching cock from the confines of his trousers.

 

“Mmmm.” Sirius mouthed the head and twirled his tongue around the crown, Remus bucked his hips and sucked harder. The resulting moan from Sirius vibrating along Remus’ shaft and he swallowed more of Sirius’ cock as he whimpered with pleasure. Both men worshipping each other’s cocks, soft slurps and muffled moans the only sounds in the room. Remus felt the tell-tale tingle travel from his spine to his balls and Sirius sucked harder as his cock leaked. The stronger suck pushed the amber eyed man over the edge, a deep growl vibrating along Sirius’ shaft. Sirius gurgled and Remus filled his mouth, swallowing convulsively drinking every drop. Remus dragged his teeth lightly along the rigid flesh and Sirius screamed his orgasm, spilling into his lovers smiling mouth.

 

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The soft sunlight of the dawn lit behind Harry as he ambled along the grassy hill, a chill in the air and he whistled to himself. His dream was troubling him and the idea of it being some kind of warning lingering in the back of his mind. Deciding that maybe it was time to move on to somewhere new, saddened at leaving Scotland behind, turning to look in the distance and seeing the outline of Hogwarts. His heart heavy and his body suddenly filling old, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders again.

 

“And what do we have here?” a gruff voice pulling Harry from his thoughts, a tall stocky dark haired man in his path

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“I’m just walking…I’m sorry if I’ve trespassed on your land.” Harry replied, trying to sound sincere while his mind plotted for the possibility of trouble. Looking around and spotting a cottage on the hill, smoke billowing from its chimney. Feeling relieved that it was close enough to run to, if there was a problem.

 

“We don’t take kindly to strangers.” The man muttered and moved closer to Harry, an air of menace emanating from the man.

 

“I’ll just be on my way,” Harry lifted his hands to show he meant no harm, “I don’t want any trouble.”

 

Wait…we?

 

His dream immediately at the forefront of his mind and he turned just in time to see another man running towards him. The momentary distraction giving the other man the chance to reach Harry and a hard fist connected with Harry’s jaw. Lights exploded behind his eyes at the power in the punch, stunned and dizzy. The second man tackled him, bringing him down to the floor with a heavy thud and Harry felt something snap in his arm. His scream of pain filling the morning air, moaning as he was roughly flipped onto his back. Malice glinting in both men’s eyes and Harry scrambled to get up. A vicious kick to the side leaving him wheezing to catch his breath.

 

“As I said we don’t take kindly to people on our territory,” the bigger one moved closer and Harry tried to reach for his wand, a swift kick knocking it from his grasp, “Now we’re going to show you what we do to strangers.”

 

BANG!

The gunshot echoed shrilly across the hill and both men stumbled back with shock, anger appearing on the larger man’s face.

 

“I’m pretty sure this is my land.” A soft determined voice filled the air, the man took a step forward and froze, Harry didn’t need to see to know that the man was now in the gun’s sights.

 

“I…there are laws!” the man yelled, his fists clenched by his sides, the smaller man watched with fear in his eyes.

 

“Never could follow rules or laws,” the voice replied, “I suggest that you leave…now!”

 

Harry closed his eyes with the pain in his side and arm, hearing the two men storm away. Their parting words filled with hatred and promise.

 

“THIS ISN’T OVER…FUCKING BITCH!”

 

“Hey…hey kid…you ok?” the gentle tone forcing Harry to open his eyes, pain crested in his chest and the last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a vivid pair of blue eyes.

 

She-wolf.