Intensity

Okay so I have decided to go ahead and start putting up chapters. The story is not done yet but I do have a couple chapters finished after this one. All warnings may apply at some point in the story so if you are uncomfortable, mainly with MalexMale pairings, than this is not for you.

Before anyone complains, yes Harry is the submissive but he does not roll over like a good little puppy all of the time. This story will be HarryxFenrir but it will also have traces of HarryxTom as well as others which include RemusxSirius. This is a completely alternate reality to the Harry Potter books, this includes possible personality differences although I did try to keep the same base personality of people.

Warnings are included for this chapter as well as for the rest of the story. This is the only chapter that I will be posting the warnings: Abuse, Anal, Angst, AU, Bestiality, B-Mod, Bond, Character Death, D/S, Male Dom, DP, Exhib, H/C, HJ, Humil, Inc, Language, M/M, M/F, M/M/M, F/F, M/F/M, Minors, Mpreg, N/C, OC, Oral, Preg, Rim, S&M, SoloM, Spank, Tort, Toys, Trans, Violence, Voy, WIP.

Please read and review. Criticisms are welcome but not flames.

Intensity
Life Sucks As A Submissive


It was raining, again. And again Harry was stuck inside without anything else to do. Sure he could watch TV, or listen to his IPod, or play any number of video games that Sirius liked to play when he was bored, but he didn’t want to. No what Harry wanted was to be able to go outside and play some sort of sport or just lay in the grass and get warmed by the natural heat of the sun. Hell at this minute he would settle for just getting warm period!

Standing up from his perch by the window he shuffled over to his bed to grab his soft red blanket. Wrapping it around himself, he shuffled back over to the window to continue to look out and sulk. He startled slightly when his door was banged open and Sirius came in with a goofy grin on his face, which never boded well for Harry.

“There you are pup! Why are you moping around in here all by yourself?”

Harry rolled his eyes and looked back out the window in a manner that didn’t quite completely cover up the sulk he had been immersed in. “I’m not moping.” He complained, sticking out his bottom lip in a way that didn’t even convince himself, let alone Sirius.

“Riiiight and I’m the Queen of England.” Sirius said as he settled himself behind Harry on the little windowsill.

“That mean I should bow down to you now or something?”

“Well, I don’t know about bowing down, but you could get on your knees if it would please you.”

Harry blushed and glared back at Sirius who only smiled innocently. Of course, the not so innocent comment didn’t really bother Harry. After all, being one of the only submissives in a pack of werewolves got you used to being hit on after the first couple hundred times. Huffing, Harry crossed his arms over his chest as Sirius wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his neck.

“Come now pup, what is wrong?”

“I want to go outside!” Harry wined in a very childish voice. After all he may be considered somewhat of an adult at 15 but he still had his bouts of juvenile behavior, especially when around Sirius.

“Well since it’s raining, and we both know you don’t like the rain, what else do you want to do?”

“Nothing.”

“So mope?”

“No! I am not moping.”

“Well since you are so obviously not moping it might help to know that even if it were sunny you wouldn’t be allowed out.”

Harry looked over his shoulder at his Godfather with a questioning look. Instead of answering, Sirius leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips before standing up and heading towards the door.

“Wait! Siri, why wouldn’t I be aloud out?”

Stopping at the door Sirius looked back at Harry with a look Harry knew meant he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Knowing you, you would come back inside covered in filth and with Tom and the other alphas coming over to dinner tonight you have to be presentable.”

Harry’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. He turned and slammed his head against the window with a groan of agony, missing the departure of his Godfather from his room.

Harry hated when other alphas came over, but especially Tom. For some odd reason Tom always focused way too much on Harry and he was always saying weird things and trying to get him alone. Not that Harry wasn’t used to being hit on, there was just something about Tom that made his skin crawl and he wasn’t sure he was going to make it through this dinner without making a scene and being punished by his own alpha. As if Snape needed another reason to make his life harder.


Harry pulled uncomfortably at the skirt he was wearing, trying in vain to make it lengthen and separate into pants. Sighing and giving up the effort, he walked over to the mirror to try and tame some of his unruly hair.

“Don’t want to give Sevi something to complain about do I?” He asked himself, knowing full well that Severus would punish him for the smallest most unimportant things.

“Now Harry, is that any way to speak about your alpha?” Came a soft voice from outside of the open door to his bathroom.

“Well you can’t exactly blame me Remus.” Harry said with exasperation. Remus calmly stepped from the outside of the door and smiled at Harry as he tried futilely to fix his hair.

“And why do I have to wear this stupid skirt?” Harry practically yelled as he had to tug the skirt back down after it had risen up during his hair fixing.

Remus walked up behind him and grabbed a hold of the back of the skirt that had gotten hung in Harry’s underwear, and pulled it back straight. Pulling the skirt slightly and smoothing it out, Remus took a step back and appreciated the outfit.

Harry was currently wearing a form fitting black long sleeved shirt that was cut at both shoulders to allow them to show bare. The offending skirt was cute, in Remus’ opinion. It was a velvety black short skirt with white lace ruffles underneath that poofed the actual skirt out and made it show more than it probably would have otherwise. If Harry had been willing to wear the thigh-high stockings and garter belt it would have taken the outfit to another level. But of course Harry didn’t want to be in it period and trying to add those particular accessories just wasn’t going to happen.

Remus sighed before he answered Harry, “You know just as much as I do pup that as submissives we have to wear skirts when we are at a gathering such as this, particularly if there are other alphas there with their packs.”

“I bloody know that by now. What I want to know is why I have to wear this skimpy piece of material that can’t even be classified as clothing and you get to wear that!”

Looking down, Remus could definitely see the differences in their appearances. Where Harry’s shirt was tight and showed more skin that it covered, Remus’ was loose and more comfortable. Harry’s skirt was short, flimsy, and all around show-offy, while on the other hand Remus’ was much longer and rather plain in appearance.

“Harry, as a mated submissive I am not required to wear things that catch the attention of the other dominants that could be there.” Remus walked over and wrapped an arm around Harry as he guided him from the room and out towards the entrance to greet their guests. “Besides, you’re young. You need to think about trying to catch the attention of someone you might be interested in before Severus decides to mate you off or some other such nonsense.” Remus said, almost a bit bitterly.

“You mean that Snape would mate me off to someone just to get rid of me?” Harry nearly shrieked with panic. Remus laid a comforting hand on his lower back and smiled at him kindly.

“Of course not Harry. If he did that it would be more for inter-pack relations. It doesn’t matter though, what matters is that you have a good time tonight and actually try to get to know some people outside of our pack okay? It would make Sirius and me very happy if you did.”

Sighing, Harry gave a ‘I’m going to do it for you and act happy but the next time I want something you better remember this night’ look.

“Alright Remus, I guess let’s get this over with. I mean let’s not keep them waiting.” Harry corrected and scurried in ahead of Remus to avoid the warning look and hopefully avoid another lecture before they actually got to the meeting room.


‘Bloody hell,’ was Harry’s thought as he tried to keep his skirt down at the dinner table. He heard a chuckle in Remus’ direction as he fidgeted in his chair and tried to not show his goodies to the room. A growl from the head of the table brought his attempts to a halt as he lowered his head submissively to his alpha.

Chancing a glance at Snape, Harry saw the smirk at the corner of his lips and wanted to slap it off, but being the good little submissive he kept his mouth shut and gripped the seat of the chair to keep from pulling on the skirt.

He didn’t like being this close to the head of the table. Normally only the alphas that are visiting and their mates sit at the head with the resident alpha, but for the last couple of gatherings Harry had been forced to endure an evening at the head with them. Not only did that put him in Snape’s crossfire, but he was surrounded by overpowering alphas and dominants and his submissive side just wanted to crawl under the table and lick their feet or some other such nonsense that he didn’t want to admit to himself.

‘Stupid submissive feelings! Not like I really care what they think and…oh crap has he been trying to talk to me this whole time?’ Harry glanced next to him at Tom who was giving him a measured look and seemed to be waiting for something. ‘Crap!’

“Um, I’m sorry it’s kind of loud in here what did you say?” Harry asked trying to sound like he had been paying attention and hadn’t been sitting there dreaming about how lovely Snape’s head would look on a steel pike in their front yard.

“I asked if you would accompany me on a walk outside.” Tom repeated in an annoyed voice, his anger clearly showing in his uniquely red toned eyes.

“Oh, I appreciate the offer Alpha Tom, but I don’t feel that it would be appropriate to be alone with another dominant in such a situation as that.” Was Harry’s mechanical reply, it was what he was always taught to say when in a situation such as this; particularly if he had no interest in the dominant. And in the situation of Tom that was very much the case.

“Come now Harry, it’s not as if I want you to show me your room or something that would actually be conceived of as inappropriate. I simply offer a harmless walk around the gardens, but if you would prefer it be supervised I am certain that I could talk Severus into it.” Tom said in an off-handed manner, but the undertone was quite clear. Either be alone with Tom or Tom and Snape.

‘Well the lesser of two evils right?’ He thought as he gave Tom a small smile and accepted the offered arm to help him up. Flattening his skirt and smoothing it out he followed Tom at a comfortable distance out the back doors and out through the garden.

As they exited into the chilly rain washed air and Tom put an arm around Harry’s waist he had the sudden thought that maybe he should have chanced Snape’s wrath rather than be alone with Tom.

“Tell me Harry, have you taken any interest in a dominant yet?”

“Huh?” Was Harry’s eloquent reply as he gave Tom a horrified look. Tom raised an eyebrow and Harry quickly lowered his eyes and tried to stammer out an answer.

“Oh well. Erm. N-no, well not exa-Uh why is this important?” Harry managed to squeak out as he was lead towards a concrete bench surrounded by rose bushes. Managing a glance at the bushes he wrinkled his noses, having always had an unreasonable dislike of the plants.

“Considering I am interested I would like to know who my competition is, so that I could eliminate them.” Tom said in a cool unemotional voice.

“Well I think I am a bit too young to really be considering it yet, but, um, thank you for the, uh, attention. The walk was lovely but I should really be going.” Harry finished lamely and stood to try to make his leave.

Before he even took two steps Tom had gripped his wrist and hauled him against his chest. His face was mere inches from Harry’s, and the boy could feel his breath ghosting across his face. The grip on his wrist tightened and Harry winced as Tom’s eyes narrowed and seemed to glow in the darkness.

“I don’t believe I asked for your permission, Pup!” He practically spat in Harry’s face.

Harry started trembling, his legs almost feeling like they would give out on him as he felt the alpha’s rage pouring off of him in waves. He ducked his eyes down and bared his neck and whimpered as his submissive side kicked in.

“I know that they are going to try to get you to take interest in someone, well not Snape no. He may be an alpha but he still belongs to me and will do as I say and you know that. I warn you now boy if you even think about trying to pick someone else to mate with you will be signing their death sentence.” Tom growled at Harry before he swooped down and bit into the offered neck. Harry squealed at first and struggled slightly before falling silent at the sound of Tom’s growl and accepting the rough treatment.

Toms hand gripped painfully at the wrist he still held, while the other slid from his back down to cup his bottom and grind them together. Licking the abused flesh, Tom gave one more painful nip before shoving Harry away. Harry stumbled before falling back, his skirt hiking up and giving Tom a nice view before he righted himself.

“I should be getting back, I am sure my pack will be ready to leave by now. Don’t stay out here too long Harry, I wouldn’t want my future mate to get sick.”

Once Harry was back on his feet Tom gave him a false sickly sweet kiss to the cheek before turning and walking away. After Tom was an appropriate distance away, Harry sank down onto the bench, trembling and tried to hold back his tears while he panted for breath.

He hated the way that the alpha could affect him, and how it made him feel. He hated how they all thought that because they were dominant that they could do whatever they wanted to a submissive just because they wouldn’t seriously fight back. ‘It just isn’t fair,’ he thought to himself as he tried hard not to think about the things that Tom had threatened him with.

Lifting his hand he felt the abused flesh at his neck, knowing that there was going to be a mark there and that there probably already was one. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He didn’t know if he believed Tom’s threat or not. And he most certainly didn’t like the idea of being mated to the wolf for the rest of his life, but was there really another choice? Truly there was only one guarantee at that moment.

Life sucked being a submissive.



A/N: I debated on whether to leave Harry as a cross dresser because my beta said that she didn't picture it, but then a good friend of mine made a good point. I feel that the cross dressing angle shows the dominance that is being imposed on Harry. He was uncomfortable with it and yet had to do it. His discomfort showed more about how he is adapting to his role as a submissive.

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