Disclaimer: No matter how hard I try, I will never be able to claim the awesomeness that is Harry Potter as mine.
Summary: Fenrir has learned to deal with the loss of his cub and mate, but how will he cope when years later his cub returns with two mates: a werewolf that hates himself and a wizard who follows Dumbledore blindly?
Warnings: Slash, Creature!Harry, threesome, AU, and possibly more later on. You have been warned. If you have any problems with the aforementioned warnings, you are free to leave and to find a different fic for yourself that is more to your liking. And please, if you absolutely just hate this kind of thing keep your comments to yourself and go rant on a forum or something.
Pairing: Sirius/Harry/Remus; I've been recently reading up on this pairing and wanted to write it for myself, plus I just saw some really cute Sirius/Harry pics ^_^. You guys are lucky, I was going to make this pairing a secret and make you guess it, but then I realized I'm not that subtle and would've made it obvious.
Hi-hi~! How are chu? As I was looking through all my old documents, which are rotting on my computer, I came up with this idea. Truthfully, I probably have better things to do than create another fic, but my plot bunnies are terrible little creatures that jump around my head at all times and as soon as I write them down, they die. Then with my awesome necromancer skills that appear only when I have a terrible headache, am I able to revive them. I can always bring them back, but they're still dead on the inside. *Sigh*… Anyways, enjoy!
An anguished howl rang throughout the still night air, soon followed by several others. They wept to Mother Moon for the loss of their precious heir, vowing that this injustice would be rectified and that those responsible would pay dearly. Mother Moon seemed to weep as well for her children; her once warm glow that had comforted them with its silvery light, now left nothing but sorrow and an uncomfortable weight in their chests.
Fenrir tore through the forest after his mate, as she frantically searched for their pup, because even he, the great alpha of their pack, was unable to stop a werewolf mother hell-bent on getting to her pup. It was to no avail. She, in her panicked state of mind, was unable to comprehend that their pup had not merely gotten lost in the large dense wood and could be found by just following his scent, but in fact had been stolen by wizards. Wizards who had Apparated away with their precious cub and had left no trace other than a slim sliver of magical residue that would be hard enough to follow already without trying to find them by merely scent alone. Scent wasn't entirely reliable when it came to wizards anyhow; the crafty bastards could merely disguise their scent with something else.
Finally catching up to his beloved mate, he found her lying in a small clearing in the woods. She had curled into herself and was howling to the moon, begging for her child to be returned to her. Fenrir felt his heart constrict at the sight. Trotting over to her, he licked the side of her face reassuringly and sat down beside her. The dark brown wolf continued crying to the heavens and soon Fenrir joined her.
That night the werewolves grieved along with their alphas in a sorrowful song which filled the night sky until the sun dawned and their human forms returned to them. All those that knew magic well and could use it, were sent on search parties, while the others stayed behind and scourged for any clues to the cub's whereabouts. This went on for months on end until Fenrir finally called the search off. He was the alpha, and though it pained him greatly to do so, he had to move on from the search and put his focus back on their small community of werewolves.
Their kind was already dwindling enough as it was and the loss of one cub, no matter who that cub was, was not worth sacrificing the whole pack. So, very reluctantly, he and his pack moved on from the tragedy, for the most part, and tried to begin anew. The pack watched helplessly as their leader hardened and became more relentless towards them. His mate withdrew into herself and hardly ever stepped out of the den. The pain became too much for her and soon they had lost her as well. And since then things had never been the same…
Another depressingly short prologue, oh wells. If you enjoyed this, please review! Ciao~!