Unleashed

TITLE: Unleashed

AUTHOR: Zephyr

WARNING: This fic contains bestiality. If this offends you DO NOT read it. Your flames will be returned to you for not heeding this warning.

RATING: NC-17

PAIRING: Remus/Hermione

SUMMARY: Hermione and Remus are poised to perform for a gathering of Deatheaters. Things go horribly wrong when Remus unleashes his beast to save them both.

A/N: For Inell who forced me into developing this plot bunnie with the promise of Hermione/Sirius/Padfoot.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, Joss Weadon, their various publishers and production companies, which together are too numerous to name. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Hermione struggled against the ropes that bound her so openly and lewdly. She was propped up on her knees with her chest touching the stone slab beneath her. She knew it was just another way to humiliate her, to subjugate her to their prurient desires. Tonight though, the murmurings around her seemed more excited, more energized. A feeling of dread washed over her as she heard the tramp of footsteps and the rustle of cloth that approached her naked and bound form.

“Tonight, my loyal followers, we have a special performance planned for your pleasure tonight.” Fear and dread washed over her with the hissing tones of Voldemort’s voice, “The Mudblood friend of Harry Potter and the remaining best friend of his parents have consented to give us a display such that few mortal men have ever witnessed.”

A moment later a howl rent the air followed by the clash of chains and the crack of a heavy whip. A hurt yelp followed by the furious barks of a wolf came closer to her position in the center of the circle of Death Eaters.

“The werewolf has been given the Wolfsbane Potion and is in complete control of his faculties. This also makes him susceptible to the same curses as if he were just an animagus with the added benefit of clearing the path of his natural ability to fight off such curses as the Imperius, leaving us with a useful toy for as long as the Mudblood has the strength to receive the attentions of a werewolf.”

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut tight and bit her lip, trying to stifle the hopeless moan that threatened to escape. They waited for the full moon so that they could torture them both this way. They were going to make Remus take her as a werewolf. They were going to cast the Imperius curse and make him fuck her. It sounded so wrong in her head and she felt tears coursing down her cheeks.

Hermione held her breath when she heard a furious growl somewhere close to her. She tried to twist her head around to see what was happening but she couldn’t see a thing. She heard screams and the loud snap of bone and wet sucking as flesh tore away from sinew. She heard a commotion start and spells shouted from all around her, followed by the distinct pops of the Death Eaters apparating away from the melee.

“What about the girl,” she heard someone say form off to her left.

“Leave her,” another gruff voice replied, “She’s just a Mudblood whore leave her for the werewolf.”

Hermione bit her lip until she tasted blood. She wanted to beg them to take her with them, but she knew that dying now would be a mercy compared to anything the Death Eaters could plan for her.

She stayed silent as she heard the last pop of apparition then the silence of the night envelop her. The quiet only broken by the soft whine and rasp of the werewolf’s tongue as he licked his wounds.

She didn’t know how long she stayed there but something wet touched her inner thigh and made her squeak in protest. A low growl sounded and the wet nose bumped into her again as the werewolf snuffled near her exposed backside. A long lick went over her slit from her clit to her puckered arsehole and she gasped.

“Remus, no,” she panted softly. The Death Eaters said he had been given the Wolfsbane potion. He would never do this to her, not Remus. With a low growl she knew that she wasn’t dealing with her favorite professor anymore. This was his beast, the wolf that lay dormant inside the gentle man except for when the full moon rose high in the sky once a month.

She felt him climb onto the slab behind her, his fur rubbed over her back. As if he knew she was going to protest again the werewolf snapped his teeth next to her face in warning. She could feel his hot, slimy cock bumping into her as he pumped into the air seeking purchase into her core.

At this moment she was just a female available for rutting, the beast didn’t even care that the girl under him was human that she knew, the human screaming inside the wolf. She was female and he was going to mate. Finally he sunk into her moist heat and took advantage, pistoning wildly. The female felt good, better than good. The wolf thought for a moment and made his decision as he felt his knot rising. It didn’t take long for him to feel the knot empty with a gush inside the female and in that moment he sank his teeth into her shoulder, not deep enough to do her damage but deep enough into her flesh to make her like him. With her scream dying in the night, she was his mate now.

Remus forced the beast down and back inside the box that the potion was supposed to create. With a few snaps the ropes fell away from her body and still being tied to her Remus collapsed with her. He wiggled to the side a little and licked her shoulder where he bit her to show he didn’t mean any harm. Remus whined in his throat when she flinched away from him slightly. If a werewolf could cry he certainly would be sobbing by now, sobbing and trying to find away to kill himself. He had broken the trust of a girl that he swore to protect when he met her. The bushy-haired girl reminded him of himself in so many ways. Now she was like him in one more way and it was all his fault.

Her breathing settled to an uneasy sleep and he curled up near her, waiting for the sun to rise. He knew the moment the moon set because the change began, rendering his world to one of painful change as his bones snapped and reformed muscle and flesh stretched and fur receded back into his skin. He lay on the dew soaked grass and caught his breath. The sound of a soft pop of apparition disturbed him from his recovery and still naked he put himself between the intruder and Hermione.

His shame was complete when Albus’s hushed voice filled the silence. “Remus, what have you done?”

“I let the wolf out last night Albus,” Remus said shamefully, “He saved us, but he had a price.”

“No, Remus,” Albus said when he saw the bite on Hermione’s shoulder.

“She’ll turn with the next full moon, and even the Wolfsbane potion will not keep him from seeking out his mate.”

Even now he could feel the wolf pacing inside him. Remus knew that if he let down the walls that caged the beast, he would turn without the curse of the full moon. This was a very dangerous thing.

“Albus, I have to go,” Remus said softly, holding on to his emotions by a thread.

“It is all right, Remus. No one will blame you.”

“You know they will. Bloody hell Albus, I blame me! She shouldn’t have to deal with the stigma of lycanthropy on top of being muggleborn. Her life was hard enough before,” Remus took his wand back from Albus and donned the clothes the older wizard brought him. He rounded on Albus when he tried to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Stop it, Albus! I’m a menace. I told you that when I resigned four years ago. Let me be.” He gazed down at the girl as Albus turned away with silent censure sliding over his normally merry features and wrapped her in a blanket then picked her up with a strength the belied his advanced years. “Take care of her, Albus,” he said softly with a last lingering look Remus disappeared with a pop.
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Twenty-eight days later Hermione made herself comfortable inside the Shrieking Shack. It was still as dark and dingy as she remembered.

“Everything all right dear?”

Hermione turned toward the headmaster and nodded silently. With a squeeze to her shoulder the Headmaster left her alone. This was to be her first change since Remus bit her nearly a month ago. She had an hour or two until the moon rose. She wondered idly if Remus was all right.

No one had seen him since that night, but reports came to the Order, through Professor Snape, that a werewolf attacked several Death Eaters during the month. The attacks were unexplainable because werewolves only turned during the full moon and one of the most brutal attacks, one that left three Death Eaters dead, happened during the new moon. Everyone was baffled from the headmaster and the rest of the Order to the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione knew the moment the moon fully broke the horizon. She screamed as she fell to her knees. The pain tearing through her body as her bones lengthened and her muscled arranged themselves accordingly for her new anatomy. Hermione was brushed aside as the she-wolf took over. She howled and her skin rippled and was covered by a thick tawny coat.

She lay quietly panting until her ears perked, a howl in the distance, a howl to answer hers. She bayed again and again she was answered. She padded through the house walking on four paws as if she had been a beast all her life. She nudged open the door the lead to the out side and saw him, a wolf on the rise silhouetted by the moon. She scented the night air snuffling with her snout in the air.

Male. He called to her. She took several steps outside the shelter, then with a dismissive yip started off toward the forest. She knew he was chasing her. She ran through the dark trees darting left and right knowing that every tree she brushed picked up her scent allowing him to follow her every move. She could feel him growing closer to her until she skidded to a halt in a clearing and whipped around to face the male. She growled her displeasure at being chased and he growled back at her, telling her of the need she aroused in him. He advanced slowly to her and sprang away when she snapped her teeth at him.

She let his nose touch hers when he came close again but snapped at him when he tried to sidle around behind her. She was not going to make it easy for him.
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An old wizard looked out over the forbidden forest with a ghost of a smile playing at his lips. The smile grew slightly when two wolves sang together deep in the forest. He knew now that two tortured souls would be able to find solace in each other even if it was only once every month.