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Spyridon -> This is a were!Harry and a were!Ginny story. Therefore, there WILL be mentions and explicit scenes of bestiality throughout this story. No innocent little puppies are to be found here. If you cannot stomach this, then I suggest pressing the back button.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

THE HOWLING: PROLOGUE

Fenrir laughed, watching his helpless victims try to break free from their bonds. Any minute now, the cloud cover would break, letting the beast within him free from its mortal coils of wasteful human intellect. Even now, it crawled underneath his skin, snarling and growling to be released.

The Boy Who Lived grunted, his muscles straining to break the ropes that tied his upper body to the tree. His shirt was torn from where he had been grabbed, blood seeping from the cuts around his face when the shards from the explosion had sliced into his young soft flesh. “Don’t you dare touch her, Greyback!” Harry Potter yelled, renewing his struggles.

“Like you will be able to stop me, boy.” His wild eyes fell on the writhing form of Ginny Weasley, trussed up and ready to be tasted. The buttons and zipper on her jeans had been opened, revealing the white knickers underneath. Her shoes had been removed, the neck of her blouse ripped slightly to reveal the top of her small breasts. She gazed at him, the fear so clear in those brown depths but she determined to go down like a noble Gryffindor. Fenrir would see to it that her will was thoroughly tested. “Are you ready, young one? You will soon be my whore, used and taken when I want.” He fingered her small foot, feeling the toes curl. “Ah, yes. I will take great pleasure on feasting your young body. I wonder how many cubs you will carry.”

“Greyback!” Fenrir laughed at the desperation so deeply carved on Potter’s face. “I will FUCKING kill you when I get free.”

“Many have tried. Few have succeeded in getting free but fail at killing me.” The clouds broke, the moonlight hitting the clearing. Harry watched in horror as Fenrir screamed in twisted pleasure, welcoming the painful transformation.

His face lengthened into a dark muzzle, his ears stretching until the stood up from his head. The bare chest the young teens could see broadened even as the muscles thickened. Clothes ripped and tore as the body in them changed and shifted. A howl broke as the monster’s head swung toward Ginny.

Harry screamed, blood seeping down from where the ropes were cutting into his skin.

The werewolf took a step toward Ginny, lips curling into a grotesque smile. A paw reached out, the moonlight glinting off the claws. More ripping sounds as the jeans gave way, revealing the pale legs. Ginny struggled, screaming and kicking at the monster. Her knickers came next, her untouched womanhood bare to the monster’s pleasure. Tears leaked from her pale face as the monster’s tongue licked her, tasting her juices.

“Ginny!” Harry gritted his teeth, burning eyes on Fenrir. She was being raped in front of her and he was helpless. “GINNY!” He roared, trying to call on his magic. In one uncontrolled burst of magic, the ropes binding him to the tree tore apart, allowing him to charge.

The werewolf’s head snapped up just as Harry threw himself on it. The beast under him howled in fury, bucking him off. Harry landed on the ground, rolling on to his back as Fenrir followed. Harry grunted as his hands caught the beast around his face, trying to keep the snapping jaws from his throat.

Pain exploded in his ribs and stomach as Fenrir used his front legs to shred him apart. Harry screamed as a particular claw dug into his side. His arm muscles were screaming, his limbs trembling as he tried to hold on.

“Harry!”

“Gin!” Harry grunted as a paw caught him in the side. Fenrir drew his head, intending to lunge again but Harry drew his arm back and punched with everything he had. The werewolf coughed as the punch struck his windpipe, temporarily immobilizing him. Harry jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the thick neck, legs locking around the werewolf’s neck. “Gin, you’re going- argh!- to have to- gah- break free. I won’t be able to last long.” The monster was bucking, shaking its head to get Potter off. Already, he could feel his hands slipping.

“I can’t!”

“Gin, you ha-” Harry was cut off as Fenrir succeeded in bucking the teen off. He landed with a thump, the breath knocked out of him.

“HARRY!”

He screamed as Fenrir pounced on him, the werewolf sinking his claws into the flesh of his back, digging near the bone of his shoulders. He dropped, the three hundred pound animal following him down. Harry groaned in pain, feeling the werewolf rip his claws away. The werewolf howled in victory, prowling around the bloodied form of Harry Potter.

Harry tried to get up but the intensity of the pain knocked him down again, fire burning along his back. Blood was dripping down his cooling flesh into the ground below, the air around them both metallic tasting.

Fenrir slashed at his back again, clawing the flesh of his lower back. Another slash across the right shoulder. Harry struggled to get up. A third slash across his left shoulder. The werewolf climbed over his body, the paws forcing his body down, the monster sitting him.

“Harry! Please talk to me!” The werewolf climbed off, no doubt stalking back to Ginny. “Harry! Please, answer me!” He turned his head, catching the sight of Fenrir resuming his spot between Ginny’s legs. “No! Get away from me! You KILLED him! I HATE YOU!”

He reached out, his hand digging into the soft earth and pulled. “Gin.” The name was soft but it was enough for Fenrir’s sensitive ears. The head raised, muzzle dripping in Ginny’s juices. The lips curled back in a snarl, animalistic hate flashing in the amber eyes.

The monster stalked back, head lowered. Harry refused to lower his eyes in submission, staring right back. Fenrir growled, a deep rumble in his chest. Harry bared his own teeth. There was only one possible way he was going to make it out here to save Ginny. Only one way. Sorry Ginny.

“Harry, please don’t do anything stupid!” Tears were on his girlfriend’s face, glistening as they trailed down her face. “Harry!”

Fenrir came into range, Harry’s hand flashing out to grab his cock, twisting it cruelly. He screamed as the werewolf lunged in response, his teeth sinking into the flesh around his ribs.

The pain was indescribable.

His bones were on fire, the skin seemingly melting off him as his bones broke and shifted. He thrashed even as Fenrir jumped on him, teeth sinking where it could as he transformed for the first time. Harry turned, his jaws opening wide to reveal gleaming white teeth. Blood erupted in his mouth as he bit down on Fenrir’s back. The two fought, claws reaching up to tear skin, fur, muscle, and flesh from bone. Again and again, they broke apart only to lunge back at each other. Muscles heaved, dirt kicked up around their large paws.

Ginny screamed as they came near her, unable to protect herself.

In his animal mind, Harry raged. Kill, kill, kill. Rip, tear, kill! He couldn’t lose. Failure was not an option. Kill him! Hurt! Destroy! Mine! Minemineminemine. MY MATE! He lunged, his teeth catching the skin around Fenrir’s throat and with a twist of his head, ripped the flesh clean off. Blood squirted out, pulses of the warm liquid falling over Harry’s lupine face. Fenrir tried to howl but it quickly died in his throat. Harry lunged again, sinking his teeth near the monster’s spine. He twisted, trying to end it.

The weakening Fenrir couldn’t stop Harry. His neck gave way, his heart stopping even as the arteries and veins emptied.
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Ginny froze, her heart thumping wildly in her chest as Fenrir slumped to the ground. She was so shocked, she didn’t feel the magical ropes around her dissolving at the insane wizard’s death. The werewolf that was Harry stalked around the dead body, sniffing at the various wounds.

Unlike Fenrir who had been broad across the chest, Harry was more lean, his thick black fur hiding the muscles underneath. Ginny hoped that Harry had retained some sense of his human mind but she knew that was impossible if the person hadn’t taken the Wolfsbane potion.

Fear coiled in her stomach when Harry turned to her, wild eyes glinting with feral emeralds. She opened her mouth when he took a step forward. The next step had her crawling backwards, trying to put more distance between her and him. Flipping over, she tried to regain her feet but a large weight slammed into her back, bringing her down. She landed back on her hands and knees.

She froze again, lupine jaws inches away from her face, saliva dripping to the ground. “Harry.” She whispered, the fear growing at the display so unlike her boyfriend. She stilled, the wolf moving around her.

A tongue licked her exposed buttock, causing her to jump. A growl rumbled as she tried to shuffle away, freezing her in place. More licks came, the wet, warm muscle digging its way into her channel. Despite the seriousness of the situation, she moaned, legs trembling at the sensation. A shudder went through her as his tongue touched her clit, lapping up her flowing juices. “Harry, so good.” She bit her lip, shocked at her words. She couldn’t stop the next moan from fleeing her. Ginny moaned again. The thought that she was being orally fucked.

It was good, she couldn’t deny that but this – act- was forbidden. Her hips began rocking back, thrusting to meet Harry’s tongue. A wet sensation touched her buttocks; Harry’s nose. She came when she felt his tongue pushing deeper into her. “Harry!” Her body was clenching around the intruder, more juices trickling down her thighs. Shivering, Ginny didn’t feel Harry’s tongue retreat.

Fur brushed against her back and thighs as Harry climbed onto her, paws wrapping around her waist. “Harry, NO!” Ginny struggled, clawing at the dirt. Harry growled, pushing her down until her cheek was pressing in the soft earth, the wet smell invading her nostrils. Something wet trickled down her back. Looking she saw a trail of blood; his blood. She was barely able to lift her head as the heavy weight of a two hundred pound werewolf moved on top of her, his front paws moving to hold her against him. Sharp claws pricked on the soft flesh of her stomach as he settled over her, a foreign feeling nudging her entrance, warm, solid, and blunt. Harsh pants sounded in her ear, feral and untamed, a beast of the savage night.

He was going to fuck her.

As a werewolf.

“Harry.” Ginny moaned, feeling the burn igniting in the pit of her stomach, her center flowing with her juices. She shouldn’t be turned on. Their first time wasn’t supposed to be like this! “No, not like this- Harry, get off!” The werewolf paid no heed, growling against her skin.

Then something drove into her, hard, smooth, big, causing her to arch in pleasure and pain to meet his drive. “Oh, Merlin! Oh. . . ugh, AH-ah!.HARRY!” She gasped, digging her face into the ground, widening her legs to allow him to go deeper. Stilling, Ginny felt Harry drive his cock in deeper, reveling in the taboo sensations.

Harry stilled, his pulsing member deep and thick inside of her, the coarse fur of his belly rubbing against her back and buttocks. Ginny lifted an arm around the muscled neck, wrapping her fingers in the thick black fur, trying to hold on. Her entrance was a bit sore at the intrusion, slightly uncomfortable at being so full. She felt his tail brush against one of her ankles. A cold breeze blew around her but Harry’s fur protected her.

Harry pulled back, his cock sliding out until the tip was just inside before he drove back in roughly. She cried out, her arm tightening around his neck, head thrown back. The pain from the thrust brought tears to her eyes, intense burning igniting where Harry was in her. Another thrust and another wave of pain rippling through her. Tears were now running down her face now, dripping onto the floor. Animalistic grunts sounded in her ear as Harry moved roughly, shoving her into the ground. Cries were leaving her lips now, the only sounds leaving her.

Then the pleasure started rolling through her, the pain fading away. The fire in her moved from her entrance to her belly, flaring as he hit bottom.

It wasn’t bad.

Her other arm pushed against the ground, lifting her up so she could draw in a deeper breath. Harry was pulling out again and as he drove in, Ginny gave a backwards thrust of her own, his cock sliding in deeper. The pleasure increased.

She moaned. Wild pleasure was now flowing into her, the fire rising higher and higher. With each thrust, she felt her breasts bounce in counter rhythm. He began speeding up, his thrusts coming in harder and faster, shortening. Gasping cries were leaving her lips now, her red hair mixing with the black fur of her partner. A hard thrust had her releasing Harry, both of her arms now on the ground beneath her to brace her up against Harry’s brutal thrusts. The heat of the fire was unbearable, the liquid flames coursing through her veins. Harry was really pounding her now, his front paws moving to her hips to hold her more firmly. Pain flared as the claws dug into her skin. She felt something trickling down her thighs, warm and metallic.

Feral grunts were coming from him, low growls rumbling in the warm chest that was rubbing her back. His cock was getting bigger, swelling, stretching her impossibly wide. A hand reached down, her fingers rubbing frantically against her clit. Juices were dripping onto her hand from their union, tinged pink with her blood.

The fire crested in her.

Ginny screamed as her climax burst through, her skin on fire, her vaginal walls clenching around him. She fell limply under Harry, her hips held in place. He picked up the pace even more, forcing her onto him. Ginny trembled from the aftershocks, each thrust spurring on a new one.

Then Harry tensed on top of her, his cock filling her entrance with warm spurts of seed, coming with a low feral snarl. “Harry.” She felt him lapping the sweat from her neck, the tongue rough and wet. Her pulse pounded hard in her neck, slowing down. Ginny closed her eyes.

Then, the pain came back with a vengeance. Her scream of pain turned into a howl, joined with Harry’s, as her body was ripped, torn, and pieced back together.
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My mate.

Ears flicked back, he sniffed her again, satisfied at the smell coming from her now. The scent of the other was gone, removed from their coupling. His head rose high as he studied their surroundings. The night was getting older. They would have to move if they were to find sustenance and they needed a den. His wounds from the battle were burning, reminding him of the bloody costs.

Movement. His mate was stirring. The russet colored wolf was climbing to her feet, caramel eyes on him. He lowered his head, touching noses with her. Her tongue came out, licking the side of his mouth. Moving, he slid his body against hers, tail lifted high. Her rear lowered slightly and he mounted her, sliding his awakening cock into her channel.

My mate, my Alpha.

Anyone who dared to come between them would die. His hips began driving.

My mate. Mother of my children.

The two werewolves continued to writhe together, unaware of the meeting taking place at Hogwarts.