Alphas

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The first two weeks went by without much happening. Sirius had sent him a howler for running off so late and nearly missing the train, but Harry had merely incendioed it and let his mind wander to the night he had ‘wadered off’.

Mostly the Gryffindors scowled at him because Ron had obviously told everyone that Ginny was pregnant with his baby, and he refused to take responsibility for it, but they never talked to him, something he was grateful for. The Slytherins never bothered him, but they knocked off a chat once in a while. They had decided not to reveal his connections to the Malfoy heir just yet, but rather wait for the opportune moment.

Harry had spent his time getting a marriage licence from the Ministry of Magic without them knowing, a registered partners licence for gay couples in the muggle world, and a registration of a bonding. To be honest, he had just asked Griphook to do it all. In addition to that he had claimed his position as head of house to the Potter line and written a will that stated that everything he owned was to be left for his husband and child. If anything unforeseen should happen, it should fall to his brother, parents and Petunia, Dudley and Vernon got a fair bit of money.

In other words, Dumbledore and the Weasley’s got nothing. He even made that a separate clause. He read through every contract that was of any relevance to him, amongst those a marriage contract to a certain Ginerva Weasley. He sent a grateful thought to James Potter for giving him a way out by writing ‘the last Potter male, my son’ in stead of his name. At least some of those people had a conscience.

And last, but not the least, he stopped all the monthly donations to the Order of the Phoenix and ‘various’ order members, most significantly the carrot heads, with the exception of his cousin Tonks. In addition to that he ordered the goblins to retrieve his money, as none of the withdrawals had ever been known or authorized by him. This brought a smile to the old goblin’s face.

Dumbledore had made himself Harry’s magical guardian, with the excuse of that he had no other magical family. Harry told them about his real parents, and did a blood test. Now, his magical guardians were Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange. Snape was his co-Godfather along with Sirius. He decided that even though Remus was his mate’s pack brother and his godfathers best friend, he was too close to the old coot to be trusted.

While all of this had been difficult, the hardest part had been to stay away from his mate for so long, especially when he had sympathy pains. More that once had he been sent to the hospital wing ‘cause he threw up in class. Pomfrey had stated that he suffered from ‘sympathy pains’, which basically meant that he was about to be a father and he could feel everything pregnancy-related the mother did. This did not help his problem with Ginny. Now that he even had ‘her’ pains, it was ‘obvious’. Nobody seemed to notice that Ginny was already past her first trimester and did not have morning sickness anymore, or any kind of sickness, lucky girl.

Draco was not fairing much better that Harry, but he was better at hiding it. He had still not told his lover that he was pregnant, but he was only five weeks along, and had only known for two weeks, give a few days. Since Harry was not actually pregnant, he was allowed to take nausea potions. Draco on the other hand was not so lucky, but he had Harry, Blaise and Pansy looking after him- the latters not knowing he was pregnant and not guessing because it only the most powerful of wizards that could conceive, and frankly theu didn’t believe Draco was that strong. Classes were though as the baby pulled on his magic. His results were slipping even though he knew exactly how to do it. On top of that; potions class were hell as the general smell of potions made him sick. Normally Harry would pair up with his- it was not like the Gryffindors would- and between them they could make the teachers not notice.

With a low growl at his depressive thoughts, Harry slipped from his bed and left the boy’s dorm. With silent steps he walked through the castle and down to the Chamber of Secrets. After his second year he had cleaned it all up, along with the library, laboratory and the private rooms. He and Draco had spent many hours down here. After he had found it they decided to use it as ‘study rooms’.

As it turned out Salazar and Rowena had been married and they had a shared magical library that they could access both from her tower, and his chambers. It contained all the books that were in the school library, the originals. All the books the students used were copies. Salazar had a private library as well, but all the books in there were in parseltongue. It even held a volume that was a guide in how to teach parsel.

The entrance that had been blocked he had reopened and made a bit more solid. Harry changed into his wolf form. It was something he now could do with trousers on. He hadn’t managed the shirt yet, but he could live with that, as long as his private bits were hidden from the worlds view.

As fast as he could he ran out of the school wards and apparated to the Black woods were the Greyback pack was situated. Quietly he walked into the camp and past the sleeping guards. He was not afraid of them, he was after all the Alpha Dom, but why wake a sleeping wolf, even if he is in human skin.

He looked around himself to memorise his surroundings before a padded into the cave were everyone slept at night. Normally the alpha of the pack would sleep by the entrance, because he was the protector of the pack, but since they had found out that he was with pup, they had insisted to move him further in, all the way in. Fenrir was carrying the pup of the Alpha Dom, their Lord, and he was his consort, they did not want him to be hurt, not even by the cool night wind.

Harry snaked his way through the endless labyrinth of sleeping bodies, mostly naked sleeping bodies. He was happy with that the pack had moved his mate to the most secure spot, but Merlin, it took bloody ages to get there, even in wolf form. Fenrir was one of the few that were not completely naked. He still had Harry’s linen shirt on and thick furs covered most of his lower body

When he finally reached the sleeping form of his mate Harry could not help but nuzzle the still almost not noticeable bump that was his child. Fenrir made a mewing sound and moved into the touch. Harry smiled inwardly and lay down on the fur behind him. He curled himself up, wolf style with Fenrir cocooned safely in the middle. Fenrir sighed happily and butted his head underneath Harry’s chin and buried his hand in his inky black fur. In human form, only a few inches separated them in height, but compared to Harry’s wolf form, Fenrir was sweetly small.

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Silverrage woke up by the sharp rays of sun hitting his face.

“What the hell” he mumbled as he stretched and jumped to his feet. The cubs were already outside playing, but there was no Greyback in sight. If his nose was not betraying him, he had still not left the cave. As the alpha of this pack, Fenrir was always up by dawn, now he was not. Illness or no, the man still had his duties.

The second he re-entered the cave he caught an unfamiliar scent. An extremely dominant scent; something was wrong. His pushing through the crowd of slumbering people woke up most of the pack, and most of them retreated from the coolness of the cave and laid d own in the grass to sunbathe. There were few left, but he had still to find Fenrir. ‘Ariana probably knows’ he thought and shook the bare shoulder of the blond beauty.

“Ari, where’s Fenrir?”

“Don’t know. ” she mumbled and swatted his hand away from her shoulder.

“Where does he sleep.”

“10 meter from here you spaz. Can’t you scent him instead of waking me?”

“Tried already, my nose keeps singling out this particular scent that I can’t identify.” Ariana sighed and got up from her fur.

‘Bloody males’ she thought and pulled on her dress. Her nose caught an unfamiliar scent coming from Fenrir’s direction. Turning to his corner a small yelp erupted from her. There lay the biggest wolf she had ever seen, curled around her alpha. His fur was the deepest and most inky back colour imaginable.

As if on cue, the strange wolf lifted his head to reveal a thin whit line running across his face. Earlier it had been hidden by Fenrir’s braids lying across his nose. His eyes were a clear emerald green, greener than the grass, and the shone with a dangerous glint.

Silverrage did not know this strange wolf, and he certainly did not like him. Silently he motioned for the rest of the pack to leave. For years he had lusted for Fenrir and he’d be damned if he’d let this guy just come and stake his claim on him. Angrily he took a step towards the couple but was stopped both by Ariana’s hand on his arm, but mostly the deep threatening growl that came from the black wolf.

Ariana was smart enough to figure out without much effort that the strange wolf was Fenrir’s mate. She was also smart enough to realise that you do not even try to approach someone’s pregnant mate while in anger, you just don’t. It was an as sure recipe for death as the killing curse. Urgently and with a small bow to show her respect to her Lord, she dragged Silverrage out of the cave.

‘What an idiot.’ Harry though, as he changed back to human form. Looming over the slumbering form of his pregnant mate he started dropping light kisses all over his face and neck.

“Good morning sunshine.” He cooed and kissed his lips lightly. Fenrir wiggled underneath him and opened him eyes. A bright smile spread on his sleepy face as he saw Harry’s face.

“Damn, you’re really here. I thought it was a dream.”

“Are you happy that I’m not some ghostly sad imitation of myself then?”

“Definitely.” Fenrir sighed contently and wrapped him arms and legs around the man above him. Harry moaned at the feel of skin to skin, but managed to pull away before he succumbed to the desire to devour the tasty bit of meat beneath him.

“Hmm, wait a moment love.” He said and met a pair of formerly brown eyes, now back with desire. “Pregnancy randyness starting to come eh?”

“Yes, and it is damn difficult to handle while you’re not here!” he snapped, a bit put off by the fact that he was not impaled on his mate yet. Ever since Harry left for school he had a screaming urge to be filled, to be whole, and it was damn distracting.

“I’ll try to come more often, but I’ve been very busy. As it turns out, Dumbledore has made himself my guardian, something a took care of instantly. He has also been transferring money from my accounts to which ever he pleased, and that was a potload of money. The goblins had a field day when I told them to get ever knut back, with interests. At lest, I found out that the old coot has set up a marriage contract between myself and Ginny Weasley” At this Fenrir stiffened and growled.

“…but, since James was kind enough to give me an out, by declaring the ‘the last of the potter males’ should marry the bint, I’m temporarily off the hook, but knowing Dumbles, he’ll get me back on before I can say ‘hippogriff’.” Harry sighed deeply and leaned his head on Fenrir’s shoulder. “That is why I want us to sign the bonding and marriage forms today, before he gets the chance to cook up anything, and I know he will. He’ll probably change the mating laws or something like that to get a hold of me. Merlin I hate him.” he sighed. “But I do want to have a proper celebration when summer comes so I can show you off to everyone.” He added with a smile on his lips.

“Do you have the forms with you then?” Harry snapped his fingers and three white sheets of paper popped up. They signed the marriage papers, the registration of bonding (2nd aug.) and a form for registration of gay partnership. After signing and dropping a bit of blood on each of the to seal the deal, except the muggle one, a golden glow enfolded their joined hands. A second later three velvet boxes appeared in front of them. It was the rings from each of the families.

The Potter ring was made of platinum with a black diamond embedded in the band. The Malfoy ring was made of silver with a sapphire shaped ring running along the middle. The Lestrange ring was made of dark platinum with acid burned runes filled with silver.

The Lestreange ring symbolised that he was the heir and future head of house, while the Black ring showed that he already was head of the family. The Malfoy ring showed that he was a part of the immediate Malfoy family.

First he took the Potter spouse rings and placed it on Fenrir’s left ring finger. Then he took the two rings from the Malfoy and Lestrange boxes and placed them both on his left middle finger. Harry put the rings on in the same order as he did with Fenrir. The rings were basically the same, only a bit more solid. Fenrir’s rings were a bit slimmer because they were the rings of the spouse, but luckily his hands were smaller than Harry’s anyway.


“I didn’t know you were related to the Malfoy’s and Lestanges.” Fenrir said quietly.

“I know. I just didn’t know how to tell you that I was the son of the two most wanted death eaters.”

“What!” Once again Harry began to tell the tale of his origins, but this time he wasn’t met with bulging and disbelieving eyes.

“I’ve heard crazier things, but I can’t really see any likenesses” He said and shrugged his shoulders. “And right now I’m too randy to care.” He said and pulled Harry in for a kiss.

“I love you so much it bloody well hurts.” Harry breathed

“You just married me three times over, I think it’s set in stone that you do, now I want you inside me.” Fenrir growled. Harry just grinned. “It’s all your fault that I’m in this state anyway!”

“Pregnant or in heat?” Harry asked cheekily.

“Both you- ah” he gasped as Harry ghosted his hands over Fenrir’s soft muscled abs. although the baby was not showing too much yet, his body had started to change to adapt to it’s new situation. Already his hips were just a little wider and a little rounder. It was beautiful.

“Tell me. What did you do for release while you were all alone?” he whispered huskily.

“I…ah…just wanked, and.. I…”

“And…?”

“Oh…”

“And…” he said more pressingly while teasing his opening with his fingertips

“… I fingered myself.” Harry moaned at the mental image Fenrir’s words caused to flood his mind. He pulled away from the panting man sat on his knees.

“Do it.” he didn’t need to be told twice. He was so desperate to be filled he would do anything. Slowly he slipped two slick fingers into his own heat and soon he was fucking himself in earnest on his own fingers. Harry slapped away his hand and replaced it with his own. Smoothly he stroked the small sensitive nub inside him until he was sweating and shaking uncontrollably.

Harry finally deemed him ready and rid himself of his jeans. He teased Fenrir for a bit by stroking his length along the crack of his arse, but finally he breached the tight ring of muscle.

With his lover, no, his husband seated deep within himself he sighed contently. Finally. Those two weeks had been sheer hell.

For the first time their coupling was not made in hurry or sexual desperation. It was with the kind of gentle love you could only get from someone who truly and completely loved you. It was slow, intense and passionate, a celebration. Light and gentle touches drove them closer to completion as the soft and broken moans transformed into ghostly echoes that filled the cool air of the cave.

Harry lifted Fenrir’s leg to rest on his shoulder as he let himself be pulled in deeper by gravity. The smaller man arched his back to a breaking point and he clung to his mate with all his might. Harry stifled a moan by biting his mate’s claiming mark once again and enjoyed the friction of his body wrapped around him and the gentle stroking on the back of his thigh. Though most of all, he loved the feel of his mate’s silken wall contracting around him, and he wanted that now.

Fenrir gasped for air when Harry slammed into him that last time. His nails dug themselves into Harry’s biceps as his body contracted in pleasure. He sighed contently as Harry’s warmth filled him and caressed his spine from within.

Gently he started to pull out of his mate but was stopped by a sleepy Fenrir. Harry smiled gently and covered their lower halves with a thick fur. Fenrir let his fingers run through the inky strands of Harry’s hair. His rough chin felt good on his chest. Merlin he was tired. Who knew emotions could be so draining?


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A/N there is always a catch by me giving you a long chapter. im visitu=ing my dad for a week, so i wont be able to update next week, but here's a teaser for you, please review, ill read them all when i come back. *Smiles*

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TEASER......................

“You!!” sounded an unfamiliar voice behind them. “I challenge you!” Harry turned to the raging man with a quirked brow.

“To the death.” The smiles disappeared from the two women’s faces.

“To the death.” Harry answered. They walked to the small clearing. The pack had gathered around them and was placing bets.