Of Wolf and Man

Of Wolf and Man
by Maeglin Yedi

Pairings: Harry/Moony, Harry/Remus/Siriutherthers implied
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, bestiality, AU (The Thing That Did Not Happen in OotP)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never were. Never will be. JK Rowling gets to take them all home after I\'m done playing with them.
Category: First time, romance, drama, AU

Summary: Remus is stuck as a wolf, Harry is stuck with a very unusual and persistent lover, and Sirius is stuck somewhere in the middle.

A/N: Written for the Mortal Moon Harry/Remus Fuh-Q-Fest: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mortalmoonfest/
Challenge #112. After a particularly nasty hex, Remus is stuck in his wolf form, tame, of course. Harry is the only one that can help him. (Possible Harry/Moony?) (Orion)

Yes, the title comes from that song by Metallica.

Thanks to Gina and Nimori for their support, suggestions and comments, and extra great big thanks to Gina for the wonderful (and very fast) Beta job.

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\"Harry, get down!\"

Before Harry knew what was happening, a strong hand pushed him to the side, and he lost his balance. Arms waving, hands clawing fruitlessly, he fell back, and landed on the stones of Hogsmeade\'s main street, his head colliding against the hard surface with a dull thud.

Multi-colored sparks invaded his vision while an acidic pain burned through his mind and leaked into his spine. He blinked against both the overwhelming light and the threatening darkness, and rolled over on his side to sepin pin try to hex three cloaked men. But as his former professor managed to hit one figure in his chest with a flash of red, he did not notice another figure pointing his wand at Harry until a silver-blue hex was already on its way.

Harry wanted to warn Lupin while he tried to crawl away, but both his throat and his limbs refused to cooperate, and he watched the bright flash of light advance on him as if the world around him was suddenly played in slow-motion. And then there was a blur of brown in front of him, followed by an inhuman cry.

\"No!\" Harry shouted, but it was too late.

Lupin sank to his knees, his head thrown back, mouth opened wide, sounds of fury and pain forcing their way to the surface while his body trembled and spasmed. It was a sight Harry had seen before, once, at the end of his third year, and he felt bile rising up from his stomach. Trying to swallow it back, Harry watched in silence as Lupin morphed into the large gray wolf that was his form once every month.

But it didn\'t make any sense, because it was broad daylight and the moon wouldn\'t be full for another week. The two men who were still standing backed away slowly when the wolf turned his massive head towards them. Without any warninge bee beast leaped and knocked both men down, growling and snarling and tearing and clawing.

Looking away quickly, Harry told himself over and over again that these men were most certainly Death Eaters and deserved whatever the werewolf was giving to them. But that didn\'t stop a soft voice from whispering in the back of his mind that perhaps no one deserved to be mauled by a violent beast. Swallowing and glancing up, Harry ignored that voice as he purposefully remembered Cedric, and how his schoolmate\'s lifeless body had felt when he had dragged it back with him to Hogwarts.

Harry fumbled for his wand, not necessarily to stop the wolf from ripping their assailants apart, but to protect himself and any innocent bystanders from the beast.

And sure enough, when the two men were nothing more than lifeless bodies torn to shreds, the wolf turned around, muzzle covered with blood, vibrant red against the light and dark gray pattern around his nose, and looked at Harry for a moment before walking towards him.

Sitting up, his head spinning, Harry pointed wandwand at the wolf, hand trembling, and desperately tried to remember if a werewolf could be taken out with a simple Stunning Spell or if he needed something much stronger than that to prevent the beast from tearing him apart. But the wolf didn\'t growl or pounce, just approached Harry slowly, head lowered, ears flat against his neck, tail low and wagging gently.

\"P-professor Lupin?\" Harry asked. Could it be that whatever hex had hit his former professor had allowed him to keep his human mind? But the wolf did not respond, and lowered himself to the ground. \"Moony?\"

Perking his ears up briefly, the wolf rolled onto his back, long legs askew and pointing in every direction.

\"Moony,\" Harry said again, lowering his wand but not tucking it away just yet. The wolf got up again and covered the final few steps between Harry and himself quickly, pressing his cold, wet, bloody nose against Harry\'s cheek.

Harry grinned and d tod to get up, but the moment he did so, the world around him rocked violently, and he sat back down, letting out a defeated sigh.

\"Can you get help, Moony?\" he asked, hardly noticing the muttered words around him from his fellow students who had also made the walk to the wizarding town on this Hogsmeade weekend. \"I don\'t think I can walk back to Hogwarts just now.\"

Moony seemed to consider Harry\'s question for a moment, looking around the gathering crowd with his amber, almond-shaped eyes, taking in the students who where whispering and pointing at the three bodies, two dead and one alive but stunned. Then he nudged his big head under Harry\'s chin and pushed his back against Harry\'s chest, urging him to do something.

Also giving the crowd a short glance, Harry tried to figure out what Moony wanted of him, and he pushed against the wolf with gentle hands because Moony was now almost smothering him with his large, furry body pressing up against his own scrawny one. When Harry grabbed his rough neck, Moony gave him an encouraging nudge with his muzzle, and finally Harry understood what Moony was offering him.

It seemed odd, to haul himself onto the back of a werewolf, or any wolf for that matter. But Moony was huge, much bigger than any canine Harry had ever seen, bigger even than Padfoot, and it would be easy for the beast to transport a sixteen-year-old who was still quite small for his age. So Harry pulled himself onto Moony\'s broad back, legs dangling on either side of the wolf, and wrapped his arms firmly around the wide neck, pressing his face against the back of Moony\'s head.

And then they were off, and Moony ran across the streets of Hogsmeade until they reached the open fields around the small wizarding town, and Harry felt like he was flying because Moony moved fast and smooth through the summer breeze.

No, it felt better than flying, because it was warm and safe, and since a very long time, Harry felt careless and free, the weight of the wizarding world no longer on his shoulders but left behind somewhere along their way to Hogwarts. Lupin had always made him feel safe; as a matter of fact, his safety was the reason Lupin had accompanied him to Hogsmeade in the first place. Harry had protested, like he protested against every decision the adults made for him, and had insisted that he wanted to go to Hogsmeade with just Ron and Hermione and without a bodyguard from the Order.

But looking back at things now, Harry was grateful Lupin had been there and Ron and Hermione had not, because he didn\'t want to think what would have happened if his best friends had been caught in the crossfire of hexes and curses. It was bad enough that Lupin had been hit with a hex that had been meant for him, and had been forced to transform. But Harry was sure that Dumbledore would be able to help Lupin, and he decided just to enjoy being so close to such a mighty beast for as long as he could.

The grassy fields through which Moony carried him became a green blur around them as the wolf increased speed even more. Harry wrapped his arms around Moony\'s neck tighter and buried his nose in the wolf\'s coarse fur. It felt oddly intimate to lie on the wolf\'s back like that, because Harry couldn\'t stop thinking about the fact that this was no ordinary animal, but Professor Lupin. That didn\'t mean that the closeness and the warmth didn\'t feel good, because it did. And that surprised Harry, because he had never really been physically intimate with anyone, save for the odd pat on his back from Ron, the rough hugs from Sirius, and the few kisses he\'d shared with Cho. But this felt different, much better, and Harry closed his eyes, only feeling the muscled body move beneath him and the summer wind blowing through his hair.

Far too soon for Harry\'s liking, Moony slowed down, and Harry looked up to see they were approaching the castle. He tried to sit up just a bit, embarrassed at the idea of anyone seeing him wrapped around the wolf, or rather, Professor Lupin.

The day\'s warmth had drawn many students and professors out of the castle and into the vicinity of the lake or under the tall trees in the courtyard. Harry and Moony were met by gasps and pointed fingers, and Harry tried to look as if it was the most normal thing in the world to catch a ride to the castle on the back of a werewolf. The last thing he needed was more rumors about him among the students.

\"Mr Potter!\" McGonagall screeched, and whipped out her wand with practiced ease. \"Get away from that beast!\"

\"No!\" Harry protested, holding one hand up while the other stayed tightened in Moony\'s fur. \"This is Professor Lupin. He brought me back. There was an attack-\"

\"Potter, you\'re bleeding. To the infirmary at once!\" McGonagall eyed the wolf warily, but Moony ignored her glances and trotted straight to the open doors of the castle.

\"You might want to send some people to Hogsmeade,\" Harry called over his shoulder, meanwhile thinking that perhaps going to the infirmary wasn\'t such a bad plan at all, since his mind was still spinning and the back of his head hurt as if someone was banging a hammer against it at the beat of his heart.

The entrance hall was dark and cool. As if he\'d understood McGonagall\'s order or was reading Harry\'s mind, Moony carried Harry straight to the infirmary, for which Harry was eternally grateful, because now his stomach started protesting any movement as well.

Moony pushed through the infirmary doors, and Madam Pomfrey, who was sorting potion bottles, gasped audibly at the sight of the odd pair.

\"Mr Potter,\" she started, but then shut her mouth again, looking at the wolf with narrowed eyes. \"Is that-\"

\"It\'s Professor Lupin, yes,\" Harry interrupted her, impatient now, just wanting to lie down and sleep until all of the day\'s events were nothing more than another bad memory. \"There was an attack in Hogsmeade. He got hit with a hex. I fell and hit my head on the pavement.\"

Pomfrey seemed to push her anxiety aside in favor of helping her charge, and stepped up to them, grabbing Harry around his shoulders and helping him towards one of the beds.

Harry lay down the moment he felt the mattress press against the back of his knees, and Pomfrey grabbed her wand to perform the necessary diagnosing spells. Moony stepped up to the other side of the bed, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress, his keen eyes following Pomfrey\'s every move.

\"A minor concussion. Nothing a few potions and a couple days of bed rest can\'t fix.\" Pomfrey bustled off, and Harry turned his head to look at the wolf beside his bed.

\"Thank you,\" he whispered, and Moony pushed his nose against Harry\'s hand. Smiling, Harry ran his fingers through the wolf\'s fur, noting that it was incredibly soft around his ears and coarser down his neck. He kept his eyes locked with Moony\'s, amazed at the amount of humanity he saw in them, but also that definite animalistic gleam that made it very hard to keep reminding himself that this was in fact Lupin, a man trapped in the body of a wolf.

Harry realized he must have dozed off when a low rumbling sound woke him with a start. Glancing to his side, he saw Moony glaring at something, sniffing the air while growling softly. Harry turned his head slowly, still feeling dizzy, and noticed the headmaster and Snape stepping through the infirmary doors.

\"Harry, my boy,\" Dumbledore greeted as he approached Harry\'s bed. \"How are you feeling?\"

\"I\'m fine,\" Harry muttered, clearing his throat, and looking up at Snape, who had stopped and was glaring at the wolf beside his bed.

\"Professor McGonagall told me there\'d been an attack. Can you tell me what happened?\" Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat down next to Harry\'s bed, folding his hands in his lap. Moony cast him a quick glance, but was more interested in keeping his narrowed gaze on Snape.

\"Lu --, Professor Lupin and I were attacked by three cloaked men. I fell and hit my head. Professor Lupin was hit with a hex and transformed into his wolf form. And, well,\" Harry looked pointedly at the wolf, \"he hasn\'t been able to change back, I guess.\"

Dumbledore ran a hand down his long beard, his lips pursed. \"So it was a hex that forced Remus to transform? As it seems, he has been able to keep at least some part of his human mind, which is a positive thing, of course. Can you tell me about the hex that hit him, Harry?\"

Harry shrugged. \"I didn\'t hear it, but it was silvery blue. And... um... the man was trying to hex me. Professor Lupin jumped in front of me at the last moment.\"

Snape snorted, and Moony let out a loud growl directed at the Potions master. Dumbledore ignored both and nodded at Harry. \"I will have to look into the type of hexes that can force a werewolf to transform spontaneously. I\'m sure we\'ll find a way for Remus to return to his normal self. And for the meantime, I see no reason to detain him, as he isn\'t posing a threat to anyone.\" Dumbledore looked at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles. \"Please do keep an eye on his behavior, and tell me immediately if it changes.\"

\"Headmaster, if I may,\" Snape said with a certain amount of malice in his voice. \"I believe you are forgetting the two bodies in Hogsmeade. Obviously, this beast does pose a threat to his surroundings, and I suggest we-\"

\"Ah, Severus,\" Dumbledore interrupted, smiling up at Snape. \"But Remus was merely protecting Harry. Hardly something we should punish him for, don\'t you agree?\"

Snape nodded sourly at the headmaster, and the moment Dumbledore looked away, he sneered down at Harry. Moony let out another growl, scooting closer to the bed and pushing his nose against Harry\'s hand. Mindlessly, Harry started petting him.

\"Albus,\" Pomfrey said as she stepped up to Harry\'s bed and handed him three vials. \"Drink these, Mr Potter.\" She turned to the headmaster. \"While Remus has indeed behaved courteously, I cannot allow him to stay in my infirmary. It\'s not hygienic, and he will scare any other patients out of their-\"

The infirmary doors burst open, and a large dog ran in. When he was halfway to Harry\'s bed, the dog transformed, and Sirius brushed past Snape.

Harry!\" Sirius briefly looked at Dumbledore, and ran a hand down the side of Harry\'s face. \"What in Merlin\'s name happened? I thought you-\" Sirius fell silent as he spotted the wolf. \"Moony?\"

\"Sirius.\" Dumbledore nodded, his expression grave. Harry listened to the headmaster\'s re-telling of what had happened to him and Lupin, meanwhile unscrewing the vials, sniffing their contents before swallowing them down. As usual, the potions tasted vile, and Harry was sure that for a moment there, he spotted a rather satisfied smirk on Snape\'s face.

\"But you will be able to reverse the consequences of that hex, won\'t you?\riusrius asked, his voice uncharacteristically tight and constricted.

\"I\'m sure I will be,\" Dumbledore assured him. \"But it might take a few weeks, since the hex that hit Remus had to have been complicated and powerful Dark Magic to invoke such a strong reaction.\"

Sirius ran both his hands over his face and let out a tired sigh. Harry was a bit surprised to see such an intense response from his godfather, but then he realized that it wasn\'t that odd at all. Sirius had, after all, lost so many people in his life, one way or another, and he was probably worried that he might lose Lupin, as well. Harry glanced at the wolf again. Truth be told, Harry didn\'t want to lose Lupin either, since Lupin was one of the few constants in his turbulent life.

\"It was unwise to come here, Sirius,\" Dumbledore said, and Harry knew exactly what the headmaster was implying with those words. Sirius had, after all, almost got himself killed the last time he\'d rushed off to be with Harry at the end of Harry\'s fifth year. \"However, you will be able to help us by taking Remus home with you.\"

Sirius nodded and stepped around the bed. Moony let him, but kept his eyes fixed on Harry.

\"Come on, Moony. Let\'s go home.\"

Moony stayed right where he was, as if he hadn\'t even heard Sirius\' suggestion. Narrowing his eyes, Sirius reached for the wolf and wanted to grab his neck, but Moony shot him a murderous glare, raising his lips and flashing his sharp teeth. Sirius quickly withdrew his hand.

\"Well, this isn\'t working,\" Sirius sighed, and transformed into Padfoot. The moment the large dog appeared, Moony finally looked away from Harry and started wagging his raised tail fervently. Padfoot pushed his shoulder against Moony\'s as both an invitation to play and a plea to come with him, and Moony seemed tempted. But then the wolf let out a soft whine, lod hid his tail, and went back to staring at Harry.

Padfoot transformed back to Sirius, who gave Dumbledore a hopeless look. The headmaster smiled one of those smiles that told all the other occupants of the room that he knew something they didn\'t, and looked from Sirius to Harry.

\"It seems Moony wishes to stay with Harry.\"

When Pomfrey started to protest, Dumbledore raised his withered hand. \"I agree that an infirmary is no place for a werewolf, however tame he might be. So it seems that Harry will be leaving school a few days early this year.\"

This time Snape started to protest, and Dumbledore raised his hand again. \"I know it is not customary to let students off early, Severus, but I believe this specific case requires we make an exception. Harry, you\'ll be leaving for twelve Grimmauld Place with your godfather and Professor Lupin.\"

Harry couldn\'t hold back a very wide grin. He\'d already known for the entire year that he would be spending his summer holiday with Sirius, since things had gone rather bad at the Dursleys during the previous summer. Uncle Vernon had been more interested in the money an anonymous Death Eater had offered him for luring Harry out of the house than in his nephew\'s safety. Luckily, Harry had suspected something was wrong, because his uncle was being awfully nice all of a sudden, and that went against every law of nature Harry knew. So he\'d escaped the Death Eater attack unscathed and had spent the last two weeks of his holiday at twelve Grimmauld Place.

And now he would be returning there early, which meant he would have a few days to spend with Sirius alone, without half the Weasley family interfering with their lives. Harry was very fond of the Weasleys, and he did think of them as a surrogate family, but Sirius was his real family. The only real family he had left.

Sirius returned his grin, and Moony let out an approving yip. Harry petted thlf alf again, running his fingers up and down the soft ears.

\"I\'m sure Mr Weasley won\'t mind packing your things for you, Harry. I\'ll create a portkey, so you three can leave at once.\"

\"But isn\'t it impossible to portkey from Hogwarts directly?\" Harry asked, wondering if it was a good thing or not that he could practically hear Hermione tell him she had read that in Hogwarts, A History.

\"You are correct, my boy. People can\'t portkey from or to Hogwarts. Unless I allow them to do so.\" Dumbledore reached for a discarded copy of The Daily Prophet, and pointed his wand at it, muttering a string of spells.

While keeping a careful eye on Moony, Sirius reached for Harry and lifted him in his arms. Harry wanted to protest, because even though it did feel kind of nice being lifted and carried like that, Harry really felt quite embarrassed about it. But Sirius gave him one of those looks that said: \'You can protest all you want, but I\'m much more stubborn than you are, so this is going to happen anyway, like it or not.\'

Dumbledore handed Sirius the newspaper, and Harry put his hand on it. Moony didn\'t need any instructions, and put his paw on the portkey as well, which did convince Harry that Lupin really had been able to keep at least part of his human mind.

\"I\'ll start researching right away, and I\'ll fire-call when I find something useful,\" Dumbledore said as he got up and stood beside Snape. \"I\'m sure Severus won\'t mind assisting me.\"

Snape rolled his eyes. \"Of course not. I\'d be delighted to spend my free time researching Dark Magic for a Gryffindor who was foolish enough to step in front of an unknown hex.\"

Harry felt Sirius\' arms tighten around him while Moony growled, and then he felt the familiar pull of the portkey, and his mind swayed and rocked until he found himself in the kitchen of twelve Grimmauld Place with Sirius and Moony by his side.

\"Let\'s get you to bed,\" Sirius said, and walked Harry up the stairs. Harry again wanted to protest, but an urgent yawn interfered with his attempt, and he resigned himself to his fate, telling himself that he really wasn\'t that tired but that it must have been something in those potions he took.

When they entered the bedroom – his bedroom – Harry was pleasantly surprised. Sirius had obviously put some work in making it his bedroom. There were Quidditch ers ers on the walls, a small desk in the corner with a chess set on it, shelves filled with books he might like to read, and a Gryffindor quilt draped across the large bed.

\"You like it?\" Sirius asked as he sat Harry down on the bed and pulled the covers back.

Harry looked around and smiled. \"Yeah. It\'s brilliant.\" He shed his robes and peeled off his socks, and slipped under the covers, trying not to blush or roll his eyes when Sirius tucked him in.

Sirius pulled his glasses off gently and put them on the nightstand. \"Get some sleep. I\'m going to check on Buckbeak, and then I\'ll be downstairs. If you need something, just give a yell.\"

\"Okay. Thanks.\"

Moony, who had followed them upstairs, stood in the middle of the room and made no attempt to leave it.

\"Come on, Moony,\" Sirius said from the doorway. \"I bet you\'ll want to raise your leg in the garden. And I\'ve got bacon in the kitchen.\"

Looking from Harry to Sirius, Moony whined, but followed Sirius out of the room anyway.

When the door closed, Harry let out a sigh and snuggled deeper under the covers. He didn\'t think he\'d ever felt quite so at home before, despite the house\'s gloomy atmosphere. Staying at the Burrow came close, but staying here for a whole summer with Sirius and Moony – well, Moony for the time being – made him feel welcome and appreciated and safe. Those were unfamiliar feelings and Harry cherished them, smiling as he felt his insides warm.

As he relaxed, Harry knew he had to clear his mind as well. The link between Voldemort and himself was still there, and Harry had picked up his Occlumency lessons again at the start of this year. Both Snape and Dumbledore had spent many hours teaching him, and Harry had become quite good at it. And it had been Snape who had given him the idea of how he could clear his mind before going to sleep.

That had been one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, when he had complained to Snape that he didn\'t know how he could relax enough to cleis mis mind completely. Snape had raised his eyebrow and said: \"You\'re sixteen years old, Potter. Surely you can think of a thing or two to do with your hands that will relax you before going to sleep.\"

Harry had, of course, blushed furiously, but had taken the advice anyway. So ever since then, he stroked himself to orgasm in his bed before going to sleep. And his prick was already half-hard, anticipating the evening routine.

Slipping his hands under the covers, Harry pushed his Y-fronts down just far enough to expose his cock. Closing his eyes, he curled his fingers around the hardening flesh and started fisting it slowly, building the pleasure so he could concentrate on that and only that, so that by the time he reached his climax, his mind would be empty and he\'d fall into a dreamless sleep.

He ran his thumb across the head of his prick, teasing the slick slit, and fisted a bit harder, his other hand cupping his sac and kneading it softly. He felt the tension growing in his testicles, and bit his lip to stiffen a moan while he-

A loud, sharp sound interrupted Harry\'s private moment, and he quickly let go of his cock while he glanced at the door. Harry knew Sirius wouldn\'t just barge into his room, since he\'d already done that once last year while Harry\'d been wanking, and Sirius had promised him that he\'d knock from that moment on. And his godfather hadn\'t broken his promise since then, nor did Harry think he ever would.

The sound continued, and Harry realized that something or someone scrascratching against his bedroom door. And Harry had a pretty good idea who wanted to enter.

The scratching continued and Harry sighed in frustration, his cock still hard and throbbing. But there was no way he could continue while a werewolf was trying to get inside in such a loud manner.

Finally, the scratching stopped, and Harry figured Moony had give up at last, until a deep howl penetrated the silence.

Harry pulled the covers over his head, and almost didn\'t hear Sirius\' telltale knock, a soft drum like a couple of heartbeats. Then the door swung open, and Moony dashed inside, followed by Sirius who was carrying several blankets.

\"Bloody wolf wouldn\'t stop pestering me,\" he complained in mock annoyance while he created a makeshift bed on the floor near Harry\'s bed. \"So I guess you\'ll have to bunk with Moony.\"

\"Um... okay.\" Harry watched in amusement as Moony settled down on his new bed, resting his head on his front paws.

\"Sleep well.\" Sirius pulled the bedroom door closed behind him, and Harry was left alone with his new roommate.

Moony seemed content with just lying on his pile of blankets, and Harry wondered if he should wank with the werewolf in the room. This was Professor Lupin after all. Not some random pet who wouldn\'t have a clue what he was doing under the covers.

But Harry really wanted to pleasure himself, since it was the only way he could clear his mind enough not to be plagued by nightmares or give Voldemort a chance to invade his mind.

While the minutes ticked by, Harry noticed Moony\'s eyes fall shut and his breathing even until the werewolf seemed fast asleep. As quietly as possible, Harry wrapped his fingers around his cock again and continued with his evening ritual. He was used to being silent, since he usually pleasured himself in a room he shared with four other boys, so he didn\'t think Moony would even notice.

Closing his eyes again, Harry concentrated on the feeling of his hand around his cock and the pleasure building in his sac. He held back his moans, breathing heavily through his nose, and bucked his hips up when his orgasm drew near. Then his legs jerked and he bit his lip as he spurted his release across his hand onto his belly.

Harry gave his sensitive prick a few last strokes, and dropped his arms beside his body, enjoying the tingling feeling of an orgasm that had just been completed. But as he waited for sleep to claim his relaxed mind, Harry got the odd feeling that someone was watching him.

Cracking one eye open, Harry gasped. Beside his bed stood Moony, head tilted to the side, amber eyes fixed on him, tail high and wagging furiously.

\"Um...\" said Harry, not sure if he should say anything at all or just pretend he didn\'t just wank while his former professor in disguise had obviously been watching him.

But before Harry could make a decision about how to act, Moony pushed his head under the covers, and then there was something warm and wet stroking across his softening prick.

\"Oh god,\" Harry gasped, because while he knew this wasn\'t right, it didn\'t feel at all wrong. Moony swept his tongue across Harry\'s belly, lapping up Harry\'s release, cold nose tickling the soft skin between his thighs and sac.

Harry spasmed, hands reaching down to push Moony\'s head away, but only managing to curl around the soft ears. \"Moo -- Professor Lu -- holy... I don\'t... gods.\"

Moony continued his ministrations at a leisurely pace, his slick, agile tongue running across Harry\'s balls and prick, until the latter gave an interested twitch. And then Moony pulled back, licking his lips as if he\'d just tasted a five-star meal, and Harry didn\'t know if he should feel relieved or disappointed that the rather nice feeling of a tongue on his privates had stopped.

While Harry tried to catch his breath, Moony walked back to his bed of blankets, turned around a few times, and lay down.

Harry blinked. He wasn\'t sure what to think or how to react now that Professor Lupin, or Moony, had touched him there with his tongue. And had licked up his come. And had spent an awful lot of time cleaning his cock and sac. Harry stared up at the ceiling for a long time until sleep finally claimed him.

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Sirius woke him the next day with breakfast in bed, and kept him company throughout the mng. ng. They played chess, and Harry even managed to beat Sirius. Once. Sirius won the other four rounds. Harry filled Sirius in on everything that had happened during the last school year. He talked about his friends mostly; how Ron had hooked up with Luna, how Hermione had become even more engrossed in her studies, how Ginny was developing into quite a heartthrob, and how he had got closer to Neville, who had become a very good friend to Ron Ron and himself.

In his turn, Sirius told him about some of the things the Order had been doing; how Kingsley still had the Ministry convinced that he was hiding somewhere in Tibet, how Remus had been studying ancient spells to see if they perhaps could break the link between Voldemort and Harry without endangering the latter, and horiusrius had made himself useful by assisting Remus in his research.

All the while, Moony watched them from his bed, perking his ears up occasionally. Harry started to believe that their odd encounter the previous night had only been a dream. He had just fallen asleep right after he\'d come, and then his concussion had caused him to have that very weird dream.

Sirius fixed the three of them lunch, and after they finished it, Harry felt tired again, and he didn\'t even think about protesting when Sirius tucked him in.

\"I\'ll wake you for supper,\" Sirius said, giving him a warm smile before closing doo door.

The moment Sirius was gone, Moony got up and stepped up to Harry\'s bed, giving him an expectant look. Harry looked back at the wolf, frowning, and gave him an insecure smile.

\"What is it you want, Moony?\"

Moony answered by pushing his nose under the covers and shoving them aside just a bit.

Harry felt his heartbeat in his throat, because surely Moony couldn\'t be referring to his dream which might not have been a dream after all. The idea that Moony wanted to do more of whatever they had done the previous night was ridiculous and very wrong and so bloody arousing that Harry\'s prick hardened instantly.

Harry knew he shouldn\'t be doing it, since this was Professor Lupin. But really, would it be so bad to do these kind of things with Professor Lupin? Harry had fantasized about boys and men before, so that wasn\'t the problem. What might be the problem was that Professor Lupin wasn\'t exactly himself at that moment.

But that knowledge didn\'t stop Harry from pushing the covers down, curious and horny and ashamed all at once. He watched Moonok pok pointedly at his stretched Y-fronts, and ever so slowly, Harry hooked his thumbs behind the elastic waistband and pulled them down. His mouth open, Harry breathed heavily and reached for his hard prick, giving it an experimental stroke, anxious to see if this was what Moony meant.

Letting out a growl, which made Harry wantcovecover himself up because he had seen those teeth when Moony had flashed them at Sirius the previous day, Moony jumped up on the bed. But Harry\'s cock gave an enthusiastic twitch, and Harry bit his lip, almost afraid to see what that incredible beast was going to do to him.

And then that brilliant tongue, hot and slick and just a little rough, was swiping across his cock, and Harry dropped his hands to his sides, his hips bucking up involuntarily. Moony licked his cock ruthlessly, from the root to the shining head and back, curling around the base and pushing against the slit, until Harry thought he was going to explode. And it was nothing short of an explosion when he came, his hands clenching in Moony\'s fur, his hips moving upwards, desperate for more contact with Moony\'s magic tongue.

\"Oh god... yes... yes... Moony,\" Harry moaned, eyes rolled back, nostrils flaring, his entire body shivering and jerking, and Moony just wouldn\'t stop licking his cock which only prolonged his orgasm until Harry was sure he would melt into the mattress. Groaning contently, Moony lapped up Harry\'s seed, cleaning his cock and balls and the entire area of curly hairs and soft skin around it.

Letting out a strangled groan, Harry blinked against the multi-colored flashes that teased his vision, and gave Moony a half-smile. \"That was... fucking brilliant.\"

Moony lay down beside him, and Harry ran his fingers through Moony\'s fur, trying to see something of the man he knew was stuck inside the wolf. \"I know you\'re in there, Professor,\" he whispered. \"And I... um... know that this maybe wasn\'t the correct thing to do. But I did really like it.\"

Harry kept stroking the wolf, and for a while Moony seemed content, until he let out a frustrated whine. Harry pulled his hand back quickly and sat up. Moony whined again and was rubbing his body against the mattress. Frowning, Harry carefully touched Moony\'s back, which resulted in an even louder whine.

\"What\'s wrong? Are you in pain?\"

Growling, Moony rolled over on his back, and Harry immediately spotted the problem. \"Ah. That kind of pain.\"

Harry had never seen a canine\'s erection before, and he hadn\'t really known what it would look like. But there was no doubt about it. Moony was aroused. Very aroused. The furry base of the wolf\'s cock looked rock-hard, and the long end was slick and shining and y day dark pink. It ed ved vibrant against the light hairs of Moony\'s belly. The tip was pointed and leaked little clear drops.

\"So, you want to... um... I guess that would only be fair, wouldn\'t it?\" Harry had no idea what he was saying, because all he could do was stare at Moony\'s erection. There was an invisible line between him and the wolf\'s cock, one Harry hadn\'t crossed before, or so he told himself, because everything that had happened up until now could easily be explained as innocent play that had got a little out of hand.

But doing this would mean that it went beyond innocent play, and became straight out sex. Harry was about to have sex. With his former professor. Who was a wolf. It wasn\'t exactly how he had pictured his first sexual encounter, but then again, did anything ever happen normally for him? His whole life had been filled with abnormalities, so he supposed this wasn\'t as unexpected or wrong as some might think.

Harry reached for Moony\'s cock, his hand trembling, and he ran his fingers up and down the length, from the furry base to the slick tip. Moony groaned, and his hind legs fell to the side while the wolf bared his throat and buried his nose in the pillow. Licking his lips, Harry took hold of Moony\'s prick and started stroking the hard flesh. It felt weird, since Harry had only ever stroked himself, and this particular cock was shaped very differently than his own. But Moony\'s low, throaty moanld Hld Harry that he was doing okay, so he tightened his fingers a bit more and stroked faster.

Moony was panting now, his mouth opened, long tongue lolling to the side, white, sharp teeth glistening. Harry kept his eyes on the wolf\'s cock and watched in fascination as his own hand worked it. He was wanking someone else, and that idea hardened his own prick again. Shifting on the bed and spreading his legs, Harry glanced at the door briefly. But he heard no sounds coming from the hallway and assumed Sirius was downstairs. Somehow Harry thought that if Sirius caught him now, he wouldn\'t be let off with a short \'Don\'t worry, Harry, it\'s perfectly normal and we all do it\' speech.

Slowing his ministrations on Moony\'s prick just a bit, Harry curled his other hand around his own cock, and started stroking both simultaneously. Moony was watching him with narrowed amber eyes, and Harry looked back, half-opened mouth curling up in a grin, inhaling sharply when he increased the pace on his still sensitive prick. Harry spread his legs more and looked down, watching one hand fisting his own hard, throbbing cock, and the other one stroking Moony\'s eager prick, and it had to be the most arousing thing he\'d ever seen.

Biting back his moans and hoping to gods Moony wouldn\'t burst out in some sort of orgasmic howling, Harry concentrated on the tingling feeling in his balls which increased with every hard stroke until it erupted through his cock and he shot his seed all over the mattress. Moony was licking his calf, and it tickled, but not unpleasantly so, and Harry fondled his sac while he started stroking Moony\'s prick faster, his wrist aching and his fingers feeling stiff. And then Moony groaned, his hind legs kicking in the air, and the wolf came, covering Harry\'s hand and his own belly in spurts of dark, creamy release, much more than Harry thought someone could ever produce.

Catching his breath, Harry had the odd urge to rub their softening cocks against each other, mixing his own seed with the wolf\'s, but that would be a very wrong thing to do, he realized. He let go of Moony\'s prick and watched it soften while Moony took a few deep breaths. Then the wolf curled his body and tucked his head between his legs and cleaned himself expertly, before lapping up Harry\'s release from the mattress and licking Harry\'s cock clean.

Harry let him and leaned back on his hands, watching through hooded eyes as the wolf\'s tongue touched his cock over and over again. And then it was over, and Moony pushed his cold nose against Harry\'s cheek once, and jumped off the bed to lie on his own pile of blankets.

Watching him go with a hint of disappointment, Harry lay back down and pulled the covers over himself. He didn\'t think he\'d ever felt this sated before, but he couldn\'t help thinking that it might feel even better if he had someone to snuggle up to in the afterglow of his first real shared sexual experience. But he wasn\'t complaining because it had been brilliant, and they probably shouldn\'t do it again, even though Harry hoped with all his heart that they would.

~~~~~~

Harry woke up to the smell of fish and chips, and while that scent reminded him of the Dursleys -- it had been one of Dudley\'s favorite dishes -- Harry didn\'t feel any of the loneliness or neglect he normally associated with his mu fam family, because he knew he never had to return there again. Stretching, he smiled up at Sirius, who stepped inside his room, holding a large tray with three plates on it, filled with greasy chips and even greasier fish. Harry could feel his stomach rumble in appreciation.

While Sirius sat the tray down on the nightstand, Moony got up and trotted towards Sirius, rubbing his large head against Sirius\' hip, licking his lips and whining softly.

\"Patience, Moony,\" Sirius scolded, trying to push the wolf away playfully. He handed Harry a plate, put a plate down on the floor for Moony, and flopped down on the bed beside Harry, stretching his long legs, rubbing his bare feet against the Gryffindor quilt.

Leaning back against the headboard, Harry and Sirius ate their meal in companionable silence, occasionally interrupted by the rather uncivil sounds Moony was making while he chomped down his food. Harry couldn\'t really explain it, but it was brilliant just sitting there with Sirius, eating greasy food witeir eir fingers. It wasn\'t until Moony had finished his plate and came begging for more at Harry\'s side of the bed, that Harry remembered what they had done earlier that day.

It seemed so surreal now, that he had let Moony lick his prick, and had wanked the both of them. Harry knew he probably shouldn\'t have done it, shouldn\'t have allowed himself to be carrawayaway by his body\'s favorable responses, shouldn\'t have given into an urge he knew so many other people could control without any problems. But it had felt so bloody good. So unlike anything Harry had ever felt before.

So he didn\'t exactly regret it. But the whole situation did confuse him. Why did sex have to be so confusing? While he hadn\'t had any experience himself before his time with Moony earlier, Harry had heard his roommates complain about it often enough. It seemed that it had been the only thing on his roommates\' minds. Even Neville had whined that the fifth-year Gryffindor girl he was dating didn\'t want to do anything other than kiss him.

And Harry had wanted to do all those things his friends were doing with their girlfriends. But he hadn\'t, even though he\'d had plenty of opportunities; girls from most houses had asked him out on dates, but he had always politely refused.

But why?

He couldn\'t really answer that question. Was he perhaps more interested in boys? The idea of touching someone else\'s cock had been very arousing, even if it had been the prick of a werewolf.

Harry looked at Sirius, who had set his empty plate aside and was doing the crossword in The Daily Prophet, his long, black hair obscuring his face. When Sirius had walked in on him masturbating last year, his godfather had told him that if he ever wanted to talk about things like that, Harry could always come to him.

And Harry realized he did want alk alk about it. Very much so.

Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed the typical teenage feelings of embarrassment and shame aside, and cleared his throat.

\"Sirius?\"

\"Hmm?\"

\"Can I talk to you for a moment? About... um... stuff.\"

Lowering his newspaper, Sirius swept his hair out of his face and gave Harry an amused smile. \"Stuff?\"

Harry felt his cheeks flush, and inwardly cursed himself for it. \"Yeah, you know.\" He made a vague gesture with his hand. \"Stuff.\"

Turning to look at Harry, Sirius was obviously trying not to laugh. \"Stuff as in sex, perhaps?\"

\"Um... yeah.\"

\"Ah. Okay.\" Sirius took a deep breath and licked his lips, clasping his hands almost solemnly in his lap. \"Did you have sex?\"

Harry shot his gaze up and widened his eyes. \"Oh, no. It\'s just that... I think about it.\"

\"You think about it.\"

\"Yeah. Quite a bit actually.\"

Sirius chuckled, and pushed his shoulder against Harry\'s gently. \"And do you think about anyone in particular when thinking about sex?\"

Harry frowned, running his fingers up and down the quilt\'s hem. Did he think about anyone in particular? He wasn\'t really sure. He\'d fantasized about Seamus\' prick a few times, since Seamus was well-endowed and had no problems with walking around their bedroom starkers. And he had thought about all the naked women he\'d seen in that magazine Dean had showed them a couple of months ago.

So it was more like he thought about certain body parts, rather than certain people. He looked up at Sirius, and shook his head. \"No, not really.\"

Sirius raised his eyebrows. \"What? There isn\'t a certain witch you fancy?\"

Wrinkling his nose, Harry shrugged and avoided looking at Moony, even though the wolf was still standing at his side of the bed, patiently waiting for Harry to give him attention.

\"So, is there perhaps a certain wizard that you like?\"

Harry stilled his fingers, which had been fidgeting with the quilt constantly, and gave Sirius a searching look. Should he tell his godfather about what he had done with Moony? Because technically, Moony was a wizard by the name of Remus Lupin, and Harry had done more with him than just think about certain parts of his body whilst masturbating. But even though he was loath to admit it, Harry was scared. What if Sirius got angry with him? What if Sirius told him he was a freak? What if Sirius kicked him out?

No. As far as Harry was concerned, whatever happened between him and Moony would be their secret. So he shrugged again, and continued fumbling with the fabric in his hands.

\"I haven\'t thought about a wizard,\" he whispered. \"But I have thought about... um... certain parts.\" He waved a hand over his own crotch, and Sirius burst out in laughter, which both humiliated and amused Harry, and he felt the need to explain himself further. \"I mean, I like tits and all. It\'s just that... I like those parts as well, you know?\"

Clearing his throat, Sirius hiccuped while catching his breath. \"Yeah, I know.\"

And then Sirius gave his godson a smile that told Harry that he *did* know, and it warmed Harry\'s insides and it tingled all the way to his groin. Harry found himself enthralled with that smile, because it was gentle and so unlike the Sirius he knew, who was never really gentle. Kind and friendly, sure, but gentle, no. And he noticed the slightly cracked bottom lip, and the dark stubble casting a shadow just above the upper lip, and Harry wondered if those tiny hairs would tickle the tips of his fingers if he would touch it.

It occurred to Harry that he didn\'t know Sirius at all when it came to private things like that. He didn\'t know if Sirius had been seeing anyone when he was younger. He didn\'t know if Sirius had been involved with someone at the time he was shipped off to Azkaban. And he didn\'t know if Sirius liked men or women or both. Well, not until now. Because Sirius had just more or less confessed that he at least knew about men that way. And Harry couldn\'t help but wonder what Sirius might have done with other men. And what Sirius would look like without his clothes on. And what sounds Sirius would make if someone --

\"It\'s okay to like both flavors, Harry,\" Sirius said, and Harry inwardly shook himself. What was he thinking? He didn\'t want to think about Sirius in any of those ways, since Sirius was his family. He might not be the perfect father figure, but he was some sort of family Harry had never had. A brother, perhaps, or an uncle. Whatever he was, Harry knew he shouldn\'t cross that invisible line between them. It was already bad enough he had done so with Lupin. Or Moony.

Harry nodded and bit his lip. He felt hot, as if someone had turned the heat on at a tropical temperature, and he felt nervous, even though he knew he could trust Sirius, and that Sirius would never hurt him.

\"So you haven\'t done anything yet? Why not?\" Sirius looked him up and down. \"Surely one or two of your classmates would be willing to share a bit of private time with you in the Astronomy Tower.\"

Harry snorted. \"They would only want to do that so they can brag about having done that with Harry Potter later. They wouldn\'t want to do it because of who I really am.\"

Sirius blinked, and Harry blinked as well, feeling as surprised about his statement as Sirius was. But that was it, wasn\'t it? That was why he had rejected all those girls this past year, even though he didn\'t realize it at the time. Harry looked at Moony, still standing faithfully beside his bed. And that was also why he had given into Moony so easily. Because he trusted Lupin. Always had since his third year, when Lupin had helped him with his Patronus, and had talked to him like he was his own person, not the savior of the wizarding world.

And Moony had saved him that previous day. Had made him feel safe. So it now made perfect sense to Harry that he hadn\'t been able to resist whatever Moony had offered him.

\"You know, Harry,\" Sirius said, his voice soft and just a bit hoarse. \"It\'s normal to want to have sex at your age. Well, to be honest, that urge never really goes away.\" Sirius grinned, and Harry giggled. \"And I understand it must be hard in your case, with people just seeing your scar and not looking beyond that. But just a bit of advice. Try to save that moment until you can share it with someone who truly means something to you.\"

Harry had the sudden urge to hug Sirius tight and not let him go for a long time, but he resisted, and instead drew his knees up to his body, wrapping his arms around his legs.

\"How... how old were you when you... um... did it for the first time?\" lanclanced up at Sirius, not really wanting to look in his eyes, but not able to look away either.

\"I was fifteen.\"

\"Oh. And was it... special? I mean, did you do it with someone special?\"

Sirius smiled, but it wasn\'t gentle and warm like before. It was sad and filled with pain and regret. \"Oh yeah. It was special. It was Remus.\"

Harry gasped, and didn\'t know if he should run from the room or hide under the blankets or confess everything to Sirius now or ask someone to obliviate him or beg Sirius to tell him every detail of how Lupin looked and sounded while he had sex.

Sirius was looking at him oddly, and put his hand on Harry\'s shoulder. Harry tried very hard not to flinch.

\"We meant to tell you this summer. But things didn\'t go quite as we expected.\" Sirius nodded in Moony\'s direction.

\"You and Professor Lupin? You\'re together? You\'ve been together since you were fifteen?\" Harry\'s throat felt too dry to continue talking so he just stared at Sirius with wide eyes.

\"Call him Remus. He\'s not your professor anymore. Hasn\'t been for a while.\"

Harry nodded, and couldn\'t help but saying that name to himself in the privacy of his own mind. Remus. Oh Merlin, he had done things with his godfather\'s lover. Breathing was suddenly very hard, and Harry felt grateful that Sirius didn\'t need any further encouragement to explain things because Harry was sure he couldn\'t get his vocal chords to work right now.

\"Remus and I became good mates right from our start at Hogwarts, and as we got older, we started frolicking around with each other. And it did become more serious at one point, until I bollixed it all up.\"

Running his hands across his face, Sirius took a shaky breath. \"The bloody Shack incident. I was lucky Remus ever forgave me for that, but we never got back together. After we finished school, we were too busy with other things to try to make something work between us. Those were dark times, Harry. Voldemort was becoming more powerful each day, and we knew there was a traitor among us, and I started suspecting Remus, and Remus started suspecting me, and then the whole bloody thing blew up, and I went to Azkaban, and Remus was left behind.\"

Without even noticing it, Harry had scooted closer to Sirius, and was resting his cheek on his godfather\'s shoulder, listening to everything with his mouth slightly opened.

\"And when I escaped, we weren\'t the same men that we used to be. Remus grew up. I survived. It was awkward, to say the least. But we became friends again. And then last year, just a bit after the summer, we became more than that.\"

Harry wished Sirius would keep talking, but his godfather fell silent and stared down at his lap, not really acknowledging Harry\'s face pressed to his shoulder. Licking his lips, Harry tried to say something, anything to break the silence that allowed his own mind to break down slowly now that he knew that Sirius and Remus were lovers and that whatever he and Moony had done was wrong for that reason alone. But he couldn\'t get his vocal chords to vibrate long enough to produce a single sound, so he swallowed instead, and glanced at Moony.

Why in Merlin\'s name had Remus or Moony done those things to him when he was in a relationship with Sirius? Harry hadn\'t known, but Remus had, and still the wolf had initiated what had happened between them.

\"I\'m sorry,\" Harry croaked at last, not sure if he was agizigizing for what he had done with Moony, or if he just wanted Sirius to know he felt sorry for what had happened to him. \"It must be hard for you to see Prof -- Remus like that.\"

Sirius sighed and rested his head against the headboard, looking up at the dark ceiling. \"I suppose it is what Remus must have felt when he t sat saw me again after I escaped from Azkaban. Someone who looks familiar, but who is nothing like you remember him.\"

\"Huh?\" Harry uttered, not at all sure what Sirius was trying to tell him.

Glancing at Harry, Sirius put his hand on Harry\'s knee and gave it a soft squeeze. \"That\'s not Remus. That\'s Moony. Remus is in there, but Moony is more animal than man.\"

Harry dared not wonder if that should make him feel better or worse about what had happenIt mIt might mean he had not done anything with his godfather\'s lover after all. It might also mean that he had done things with a real animal of sorts.

\"I\'m sure Dumbledore will find the counter-spell soon,\" he whispered, even though part of his mind was hoping the headmaster wouldn\'t, so he still had time to be with Moony before he would transform back into his godfather\'s lover. Harry knew he shouldn\'t want to spend that kind of time with the wolf. But his body disagreed.

\"Yeah. I\'m sure he will.\" Sirius finally managed a heartfelt smile again. \"It\'s just... I wanted things to be perfect when you got here.\"

\"I think it\'s perfect,\" Harry said, and meant it. He looked from Sirius\' blue eyes to the hand still resting on his knee and it all just seemed to fit.

\"Get some rest. I don\'t want Pomfrey after me for keeping you up too long.\" Sirius ran his hand down Harry\'s shin and got up, collecting the empty plates and piling them onto the tray. \"I\'ll check up on you when I go to bed.\"

And before Harry had a chance to say anything, Sirius left, closing the door softly behind him.