Obedience School

Title: Obedience School
Author: Princess Golux
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hagrid/Moony, Hagrid/Remus (+ some suses!ses!)
Disclaimer: So not mine. In any way, shape, or form. All characters belong to JK Rowling. I am making no money from this.
Rating: hard R
Warnings: m/m Sex, breathplay, chains, bestiality (of a sort...)


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Remus Lupin hustled down the busy Hogsmeade Street, keeping his head tucked into the hood of his cloak. Even though he had used a Polyjuice Potion to disguise his figures, he still felt exposed and nervous at being away from 12 Grimmauld Place. But the message Dumbledore needed to send was urgent, the Floo network was still compromised, and he had been the only Order member available to take it in person.

Ducking into an alley near the Leaky Cauldron, he caught sight of the unmistakable figure of Rebeus Hagrid. His stomach squiggled a little, a tiny shiver he ignored.

Remus had been attracted to Hagrid for years. But because of his…affliction…he eschewed relationships in general. Other than Sirius Black, Remus had preferred anonymous encounters for his occasional forays into the sexual arena, deliberately avoiding emotional entanglement.

Perhaps it was, as Dumbledore had remarked once, an overabundance of pride, but he could not reveal Moony to anyone he didn’t know, even if as ias intimately involved with them. And he would not expose Moony to those who could not understand him. Especially now, after the joy of having had Sirius back, to go back to….

His heart hurt, and he edged away from the lonely thoughts.

All excitement extinguished, he refocused his attention on the mission at hand. Staying close to the twilight shadows, he waited for his contact. He didn’t wait long; soon another cloaked and hooded form slipped into the alley and hoarsely whispered the expected password.

Remus countered with the agreed-upon phrase and the stranger muttered the last few codes and held his hand out. Remus handed over a small phial and a tiny, tightly wound scroll. He had no idea what was in either, but he could feel a wave of relief, cool as a spring breeze, wash over him as the burden of carrying them lifted.

Shouts from the street outside startled them both. The stranger Apparated out immediately. Remus was just about to do the same when a familiar voice snagged his attention.

“Get yer hands off the boy!!”

Harry!

Remus darted out of the alley, pausing only to locate the slender, black haired figure crouched in a doorway. At his feet, a black-cloaked Death Eater lay in the street, blood trickling from a gash in his scalp. A few feet away a bloodstained rock explained how Harry had been freed.

Flashes of light and the smell of burnt ozone and scorched flesh punctuated the skirmish. Remus caught sight of a bright red head next to a brown one a few doorways down. And crouching behind a battered shop display, Hagrid continued to shout threats and imprecations at four cloaked and masked assailants hurling hex after hex at the Hogwarts students.

Five. Remus caught sight of a fifth dark figure, preparing a charm ome sme sort. The space between his hands was glowing a sickly bluish-white ball or energy, corpse colored and pulsating thickly. From his vantage point Remus could see that neither Harry nor Hagrid could see the hidden fifth enemy.

“Harry!” He called, and threw a stunning charm at the fifth man. The charm hit, but the ball of energy didn’t dissipate. Instead it detached itself from the stunned wizard and began floating through the air.

Remus saw Harry’s head whip up in time to see the ball of light floating his way. There was a flash of determined green eyes and what looked like a pulse of air emanated out of the end of Harry’s wand and hit the slowly floating ball.

Which reversed and began to race toward Hagrid.

Remus didn’t think twice. He ran toward the half-giant, throwing counter-charms at the ball as fast as he could. Most seemed to bounce off the deathly-white hex, and a few actually were absorbed, making the ball bigger.

Ditly tly he could hear Hagrid’s gruff roar, a bass counterpoint to Harry’s young tenor scream of fear and rage, and then he hurled himself onto the unknown curse.

Time seemed to slow dand and he could feel several things happen at once.

He was hit with some kind of stunning hex, probably thrown by one of the children.

Pain, shocking in its familiarity, crashed through his body, igniting his nervous system and spasming his muscles with bone cracking shudders.

He caught sight of Hagrid’s disbelieving and shocked eyes.

Don’t be afraid. he thought. I would never hurt you.

And Moony ed fed furiously through his mind, ripping Remus apart, and sent him whirling out of his body, and into the ether.


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Hagrid watched in stunned disbelief as a total stranger threw himself on the unknown hex, in all probability saving his life. Just as the man hit the sickly looking ball of magic, his body absorbed Hermione’s stunning charm, probably thrown because she didn’t recognize the man either.

“Hold yer fire!” Hagrid shouted urgently, throwing his arms out. He didn’t know who the man was, but as his body began to twitch and writhe, his eyes locked desperately on Hagrid’s. The big man saw kindness there, and trust; recognition and warning. The newly-cursed man looked at Hagrid the way Buckbeak used to, or Norella, his favorite thestral. Then a brief flash of alarm went through tnfamnfamiliar face and for a brief second, the strange face melted into the grey-flecked brown hair and amber eyes of Remus Lupin.

Then hair began to sprout from his face and all the lines Hagrid knew belonged to Lupin’s face deepened and twisted as Lupin began to Change.

Hagrid ran to him, hearing pop-pop-popping all around him as the Death Eaters cleared the field. Writhing piteously, the werewolf lay twisting slowly in the street, half-Stunned and clearly terrified. Whimpers and yelps underscored the angry growls it made as it clawed the cobblestones underneath it, obviously attempting to drag itself away.

“Stand back, Hagrid.” Harry walked up, his mouth grim and set. He held his wand at the ready, obviously preparing to kill the creature at Hagrid’s feet.

“No, Harry!” Hagrid flung his hand up again, but didn’t take his eyes off the tormented animal. “There, there,” he crooned, not touching Lupin yet.

Harry looked taken aback. “Hagrid. I know you like…unusual…creatures, but we can’t just leave a full-grown werewolf…”

“We’re not leaving him, nohow.” Hagrid snapped, then finally looked up a Harry. “We need to take ‘im to Dumbledore.”


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All three children protested vigorously, but ultimately Hagrid prevailed. In the spirit of compromise, they persuaded him to allow a binding spell on the still-rumbling wolf, immobilizing his paws and jaws.

“Hagrid.” Hermione had said, a bit impatiently, “How in Merlin’s name would we deal with a you-sized werewolf?”

The trembling creature was subdued just as people began to trickle back to the area. The Hogwarts contingent wasted no time clearing out. None of them wanted to try to explain why they were capturing a werewolf for their Groundskeeper to play with.

Once they reached Hogwarts proper, Hagrid sent the still dubious kids to fetch Dumbledore and made his way to his hut, cradling the softly whimpering bundle against his massive chest.

“There, there,” he murmured, rubbing the misshapen skull, “We’ll get you fixed up right ‘n proper, Professor. You’ll see. Right ‘n proper.”

When Headmaster Dumbledore arrived, Ron, Hermione, and Harry came trailing behind, curious looks on all three young faces.

As usual, Dumbledore seemed to deduce the problem immediately.

“Professor Lupin?” he asked gently, ignoring the gasps from behind him.

Hagrid nodded, lookiiseriserable. He was petting the wolf, stroking him along the head and down his back, scratching behind his ears.

“’E threw himself on an unknown magic, Professor. I don’t know what affect it has on others, but it Changed ‘im, right there in the street. ‘E was Stunned…”

“I didn’t know!” Hermione interjected, looking horrified. Beside her, both Ron and Harry looked sick at how close they’d come to leaving Lupin in the street to be taken by the Ministry. Or worse yet, killing him.

“It all right, children,” Dumbledore soothed. “You had no way of knowing.”

He paused, “Perhaps you better go now. We don’t want to attract attention.” Dumbledore peered over his glasses a bit sternly. “I trust I don’t need to tell you to keep this information to yourselves?”

They assured him they wouldn’t tell a soul, and left after many protestations. It was clear all three felt guilty, but also, the trio hated to be left out of anything that promised to be this exciting.

Once they had cleared out, Dumbledore turned once more to Hagrid.

“I’m going to need time, Rubeus. Time to study him and to try to discover the nature of the hex he’s under. Can you care for him in the meantime?”

“Sure can, Professor.” Hagrid’s chest swelled a bit, “I reckon a little time with Old Hagrid and this puppy’ll be housebroken before you know it.”

Dumbledore’s face registered faint alarm. “Now, Rebeus…”

“Don’t worry, Professor,” Hagrid’s attention was entirely on the werewolf now, “Me and Mooney? We’re gonna be real close friends. You’ll see. Real close.”

Dumbledore let out a faint sigh. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”


* * * *


Moony nosed the gently steaming bowl, but didn’t drink from it. The Bad Water showed up regularly, every time the sun rose. He knew the Big Man wanted him to drink it, but he never did. It was Bad Water, and no true wolf would touch it.

He prowled the confines of his cage restlessly. Except for when there was food or water (Good or Bad), his jaws were shut tight, held by some invisible force. He could pry them apart a few inches to pant, releasing his body heat, or to snake his tongue out and moisten his nose, but other than that few inches, he was unable to stretch his mouth. The same invisible force bound each claw, giving his walk a slithery uncertainty that made him snappy and irritated.

The wooden cave he was in smelled of myriad other animals, far more animals than humans. When he first arrived the Big Man had brought other animals in sometimes, but he’d defended his territory successfully, growling and snapping to warn the interlopers that they were trespassing. After awhile the Big Man stopped bringing other animals in.

The big dog whose spoor and scent were everywhere had abandoned the cave the first day. Moony didn’t know where he had gone. He didn’t care. He marked the area inside his cage and whuffed, biding his time till he could mark the rest.

Most of the time he was alone in the cave. The Big Man would come in every so often, making rumbly noises and sometimes singing. The rumbly noises were pleasant and soothing, but the singing made his fur stand on end.

When the Big Man sung, Moony gave up on dignity and howled as best he could with his poor muzzle bound.

Sometimes the Big Man would try to touch him. Even though as bas becoming used to the Big Man’s presence, touching was not something he would tolerate. He would snap and growl, trying to rend and tear with his hobbled teeth. The Big Man would withdraw his hands then, and the rumbly noises would become lower and slower and they would sound a little like rain on rock, echoing and sad.

Still, his favorite time was when the Stillness would come. It would come over him like an ocean wave, fixing his limbs and freezing his muzzle. And when the Stillness came, he had no choice. The Big Man would touch him, scratching his ears and stroking his fur.

It felt shiverygood, like rubbing trees in spring to loosen one’s winter undercoat, and Moony didn’t even care that he couldn’t move. In fact, it was better, because the tingly goodness spread all over, from his back and down his spine; through his groin and legs and everywhere. It made him want to quiver, to shake his left rear paw and to lick the Big Man all over.

Yet the spirit of fierceness and the instinct to kill were always there, trembling just below the Stillness. If he were not Stilled, he would have no choice, either. He would turn on the Big Man and eat his heart and drink his blood. The shiverygood and the Stillness were unnatural, outside his purview.

But it felt good just the same.

After a few suns, the Big Man started to pay closer attention. He would stand by the cage and say something in a clear carrying voice. Moony didn’t understand what “sit” meant, but it obviously was an important word to the Big Man.

Moony continued to snap and snarl. The cage was his territory. He would defend it.

After this went on, the Big Man brought another. Moony felt the tig tighten on the back of his neck as her scent wafted over to him.

Cat!

She was tricking His Big Man, wearing skin like a human bitch. She even stood on two paws and had loose flowing fur and sparkly round eyes. But Moony wasn’t fooled. He began to sound off vigorously, throwing himself against the bars of the cage. How dare the cat enter his territory! How dare she try to take His Big Man. He warned her away from his Cave and his Man in no uncertain terms.

The Big Man tossed something into his cage. He chose to ignore it, concentrating on warning away the cat that was still in his area. His mouth watered, craving the meat the cat would provide and he gave tongue again, throwing fear at the feline, warning it he was hunting.

The cat waved a stick and the something in his cage changed shape. It became a hard grey snake-like creature that wound its head around his paw and its tail around one of the cage bars. Torn between the snake and the cat, he yipped and growled at both, alternating his warnings between enemies.

The Big Man threw three more somethings, all of which sprouted snakes and wrapped around his paws. The Cat was trying to kill him! She wanted his territory! She wanted His Big Man!

Furious, Moony snapped and snarled and growled and howled and shook in his bonds. The Big Man’s rumblings grew faster, like the deep sound Big Water makes when it hits the earth. SSSSSSsssssssbooom! Moony kept howling, snake-tied and miserable, certain the tricky, sly untrustworthy cat was trying to take His Big Man. He threw himself forward as best he could, but the snakes held his paws and he couldn’t move them.

Moony threw his head back and howled his anger and fear to the Lady he could feel glowing just outside the Cave. She wasn’t in the right mood, though, not like she normally was. She was reduced, a shadow of her normal self, and he was afraid she wouldn’t, couldn’t love him when there was so little of her to share.

But apparently, the Lady heard him. The tricky cat, left, trailing fear-smell, and His Big Man stayedstayedstayedstayedstayed. Moony kept growling, low in his chest, but he whimpered too, wishing the Stillness would come so that he could be touched and scratched and feel the shiverygood of His Big Man’s hands.

His Big Man crouched by the side of the cage and rumbled, low and sad.

Moony whimpered some more. Stillness. he thought. Touch me! He wanted the scratching and the skritching and maybe even if there was no Stillness, maybe he wouldn’t eat the heart of His Big Man. Maybe he could push that wantneed down, to have those hands on him, scraping over his flesh and through his hair and belonging to him. Like his mate who was gone had belonged to him. Maybe His Big Man was his and he belonged to him and maybe he could lick and fuck and sniff and curl nose to tail with His Big Man.

Maybe the Lady loved him even now.

Moony had almost entirely stopped growling now, whines and whimpers escaping instead as his whole understanding of His Big Man changed. A sudden noise brought him out of his lupine contemplations. Preoccupied, he had missed the moment when His Big Man opened the cage door and came inside. Now, standing there in rendteareat distance, was His Big Man.

Moony felt rendteareat quiver along his muscles and he started to pant from the effort it took just to stand still. Part of him longed to killslasheatrendteareat. But the memory of shiverygood was strong, and part of him feared the cat would come back and take His Big Man away if he rent him or tore him, even a little.

So he stood very still and panted.

A huge hand slowly reached out to him, coming up from under his chin instead of over his head. Just as slowly, fighting his eatkillslashtear instincts, Moony bent his head and licked the broad salty hand of His Big Man.

For a moment they were both perfectly still.

Then Moony gave a high, quavering whine, and His Big Man threw giant arms around his body and hugged him tight.

It was almost a mistake, because the pressure on bodybody terrified Moony, causing him to wriggle and whimper. He would have rent or torn, but he still couldn’t open his mouth all the way. Then those large rough hands began to scratch at his body and he slitted his eyes in ecstasy.

The hot hands of His Big Man scratched and rubbed and stroked and soon Moony left wolf dignity behind and thumped his leg and wagged his tail. He nosed His Big Man’s chin when it came within licking distance and finally stuck his tongue out between his teeth and licked the Big Man’s rough fur, grooming him and marking him as Pack.

When the big hand rubbed his belly, he whimpered and hunched forward, his cock erect and swelling.

The Big Man stopped then, just for a moment, and his scent changed. Moony cocked his head to the side and tried to comfort the fear he smelled. But the fear was mixed with arousal, and Moony humped the air a bit as he got more excited by the smell.

Then with one more head scratch, the Big Man left the cage. Moony whined, wanting to rub against him some more, but the cage door clicked and the snakes retreated and he was alone again, pacing his cell and whining.

Moony howled to his Lady in misery for the second time that night.

What had he done wrong?