A/N: crickets chirp Hi
Summary: Remus has always been percieved as a gentle man... what if that was partially true? As an Alpha Male Remus must find his mate and begin a 'litter' of his own. But Remus, for a long while now, has surpressed that urge for whatever reason. Now what would happen if he no longer had anything holding him back from claiming what was rightfully his? Many strange things are afoot and what would happen to one Harry Potter?
"Something's wrong." Remus panicked as Harry's body stiffened in his arms.
Dumbledore cried out as the once taught body of the possessed Gryffindor suddenly lunged forward directly at him. Thankfully, with age came skill so the much older Headmaster managed to place a shield up before Harry slammed against the invisible barrier with a snarl. "Potter!" Snape shouted, worry overlapping common sense, although his worry was directed towards Dumbledore.
Harry's auburn gaze switched to that of the Potion Master. His lips curled up into a snarl and Severus blanched as he couldn't help but notice the sharpened teeth, especially when it seemed to come closer as the Gryffindor lunged at him.
"Bleeding hell!" Exclaimed Severus as he managed to move out of the way. Yes he could have easily bound and gagged Potter any day but at the moment old memories were welling up and he found himself oddly blank.
Remus watched with detached interest as his mate again lunged at the Slytherin except this time Harry was quick, knocking down the older man. Harry barred his teeth as he growled down at what he considered prey. He wanted to tare, rip, shred, and consume raw bloody meet; he craved for the taste, just thinking it and having it writhing beneath him had him salivating. "Lupin!" shouted his catch; this one seemed so much better than the first he laid eyes on. "Control him! Lupin!"
Remus snapped out of his daze, shaking his head from the fog he had found himself in. With a growl himself he barked out, "Harry!" Still, Harry continued his endless attack on Snape who was at the moment trying to buck the Gryffindor off his lap. Moving quickly he grabbed the collar of Harry's infirmary issued top and tugged, hard. Remus was unprepared for the hand with surprisingly sharp nails to attack him, slicing into his face. The werewolf in him reared itself, overpowering his precious control, his eyes changed color just as Harry's eyes widened, a growl emitted from him before he pushed forward, pushing down a suddenly passive Harry Potter. Snarling, Remus wrapped one hand around his mate's throat and the other slammed down right beside Harry's head, a hair breath away. Both stared, quickly Harry lowered his eyes and whimpered pathetically – legs opening so Remus's tense frame settled against him leaving the Gryffindor no other option but to wrap his legs around the arousing superior body above him. Remus's lower portion grinded down hard and his hand squeezed tightly before releasing, his teeth immediately bit down hard on Harry's throat causing the younger man to howl.
.-.
Somewhere unplottable…
A cloaked figure watched with little, if any, passion as a family of three entered a normal and immaculate home, eerily similar to the many others surrounding it.
The time had come for retribution.
.-.
"Are you well Severus?" Dumbledore asked with worry as he watched the shaken man stand.
"I've just been attacked by another wild animal, what do you think?" He snarled out. With shaky hands he removed a calming potion from inside his cloak and drank it without a grimace from the sour taste.
"He was hungry Severus." Remus answered as he settled himself on the couch, Harry straddling his lap and nuzzled the werewolf's neck. "At this moment he has no human mind."
Severus scowled. "Are you saying he's a wolf like you?"
Remus shook his head as he leisurely removed the shirt from his mate's body. "This morning we completed one portion of the bond, he was bound to have some were traits. I can only guess why his were side emerged."
Moving to a bookcase, Dumbledore plucked out an old book that looked quite heavy. Sitting it on the table he opened it to reveal 'Ogden's Best Whiskey', which drew shocked and amused glances his way; a few portraits tittered. "Shall we sit please, I fear I'm too old for these surprises."
Severus sat, ignoring the noise and show behind him. "Are we to blame my attack on Voldemort?"
Dumbledore tossed back the shot and poured himself another. "No Severus, but once we figure this out it's up to you to decide whether or not to press charges."
Severus glared. "You very well know I wouldn't do such a thing. I can see you've figured it all out." Finishing his offered drink he snatched from the desk he stood and poured himself another.
"Harry!" Remus's shout turned heads. Eyes staring at him, Remus blushed slightly as he pulled Harry's wondering hand from his crotch. "Not below the waist… at least not here."
Severus grimaced as he watched the Gryffindor lick the werewolf's cheek – tongue swiping over the fading scratch marks.
"Merlin knows what is to happen next." Dumbledore said as he smiled sadly at the pair. "I can only guess at this point that three – souls, personalities, are fighting for one body."
"No." Remus's hands ran from Harry's shoulders to his lower back and up again. "My mate's were side is assisting. I've heard of cases like these." He tilted his head as Harry nuzzled a patch of skin. "When something traumatic happens the were side emerges like a defense mechanism."
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "What of Voldemort?"
"I don't know." Remus said sadly. "Let's hope my Harry returns, I don't want to think what might happen if Riddle somehow overpowers him."
Severus sneered. "Don't play stupid Lupin, it never looked good on you. We all know if Potter were to become another Dark Lord you'd be second in command, protecting him from the likes of Dumbledore." The sneer fell and a serious expression formed on his face. "The Dark Lord did enjoy the abstract form of sex." Severus lowered his eyes as he thought for a quiet moment before continuing, his own obsidian eyes catching the glinting ones of the werewolf. "The Dark Lord favored the unique as bed partners. There are potions out there that act similar to Imperio and we both know that the spell has no affect on those with creature blood but the other methods are just as good."
"What are you trying to say." Remus spoke as his eyes fluttered when Harry nipped his ear with a soft growl.
"If your earlier 'performance' wiled the Dark Lord he'll fight tooth and nail to keep you as his bed pet. He knows of the social structure of werewolves' and knows what an impact it would be to have an alpha by his side."
"It would never happen." Growled out Remus, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Then you had best hope he is strong enough to fight the Dark Lord because I assure you Remus Lupin, he will not live beyond the hour."
"Gentleman!" Dumbledore's booming voice interrupted the shouting match that was to occur. "Please." The Headmaster heaved a heavy sigh. "Remus… you have to understand."
"I understand perfectly," Snarled Remus. He sat up, startling Harry who let out a yelp and held himself securely against the werewolf. "No one and I mean no one will lay a hand on my mate." He rubbed his hand along Harry's tense thighs. "That includes if by some stroke of fate he's the Dark Lord reincarnate!" A whine emitted from Harry's throat. Settling back down Remus continued to gently stroke his mates taut frame.
"Remus, can we do anything more about this?"
"We can only wait and see."
Dumbledore nodded his head, silent for a moment. "I'll be sure to warn Madame Pomfrey. She'll set a private –"
"No, Harry is returning to my room where he will remain under my watchful eye. He's my mate and I'll take care of him."
Severus sneered. "So you can tuck him away if the Dark Lord emerges triumphant."
"So little faith in the boy Severus?" Remus questioned, refusing to become upset.
"I'm a realist Lupin, that child has a breaking point, we all do."
.-.
Somewhere unplottable…
Before him quivered two sniveling adults. The third person in the dull furnished room sat bound and gagged in the corner – watching and listening.
Now it was time for vengeance.
.-.
"You're insatiable." Remus gasped out before resuming his kiss. The door had barely shut before he had pushed his mate against the wood. Without breaking the kiss he managed to lift his mate up so Harry's legs wrapped around him. By memory alone he made his way to his room – their future quarters.
Carefully he placed the possessed Gryffindor on his sheets before he ripped away at the hospital issued clothes, until nothing was left but strips of fabric. "Beautiful." Remus murmured as his hand stroked bare skin. Oh how he wanted to mark, scratch, bite, claim, the addicting presence of his mate. Bending down he used his tongue to lick the slickened pale skin, from the navel and up to where he couldn't help but devour the mouth that was emitting such arousing sounds.
...TBC...
TEASER: So I lied sue me. Harry isn't quite Harry but I swear, all this drama between wolf-Voldemort-Harry will come to a final dramatic end and if you can't guess how the outcome ends you're not reading... anywho, I'll try to get a bit of Sirius into the next chap - maybe even him being reprimended by Remus for some secret reason.