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Chapter Three: Fallout
Tight, wet heat surrounded him, slick and welcoming. His muscles were burning, his blood boiling his very veins. So good. The soft, warm flesh of his mate, her sweat and blood covered form writhing under him. . .
Forbidden ecstasy. . .
Harry woke up, eyes blinking at the blurry white ceiling above him. He tried to move his arm, moaning as the pain roared into existence at the feeble movement.
“Harry?” Someone moved into his line of vision, a mass of dirty blond hair.
“Remus.” Harry started coughing. Glass tinkled then a straw was placed against his chapped lips. Thirsty, Harry drank greedily, relishing in the pure taste of the cold water. “G-Ginny, where’s she?”
Remus placed the glass back on the table. “Ginny’s safe, Harry. We found both of you and brought here back to Hogwarts. Fenrir did a great deal of damage to you but you lost a lot of blood. You don’t know how lucky you are.”
Images came back to him, flashes of Ginny laid out for Fenrir’s twisted pleasure; fighting then pain, so much pain. . .
Ginny crawling away, protesting, fighting him even as he mounted her hungrily. . .
“NO!” He tried to get up but Remus grabbed him. He struggled even as the pain doubled. “No! Remus, don’t- I – Ginny!”
“She’s fine, Harry.” He started.
“Don’t lie to me!” Harry screamed, tears coursing down his cheeks. “Don’t you dare lie to me! I infected her. I-I raped h-her.” The realization hit him and he collapsed back onto the bed sobbing. “Oh, Merlin.” He covered his face with his bandaged arms. “She’ll never forgive me.”
“Listen to me, Harry. It’s not your fault. The werewolf is uncontrollable without the Wolfsbane potion. His instincts controlled you. You don’t know how lucky that Ginny is still alive. Most would just rip their girlfriends apart like any other.” Remus said, trying to pull Harry’s arms from his face. He saw Poppy scurrying from her office, a vial in hand. With her help, they pulled his arms from his face, Harry welcoming the darkness as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Remus leaned back, running a hand through his graying hair. “How long is that going to keep him asleep, Poppy?”
“With his healing abilities, I can’t really say but you should have at least a good six hours if not the full twelve.” She waved her wand over him. “He’s caused a bit of bleeding in his shoulders and sides. Not enough for me to re-bandage them, however.”
“I’m going to go and see Dumbledore. He needs to know that Harry woke up for a bit.”
“I heard he was talking to the Weasleys about what will happen.” Poppy gave a sad look at the slumbering teen. “They will not abandon him will they?”
“Arthur and Molly won’t but I can’t say for sure about the older ones.” Remus gave a small smile. “I know for a fact that Sirius and I will stay with him.”
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“HE WHAT!” Charlie roared, jumping to his feet. “He took advantage of my sister!”
“Charlie, sit down.” Arthur ordered calmly, holding his wife’s hand in his own. “You are to listen to us until we are finished.” His second oldest son sat down, red and trembling with rage. “Harry is not at fault for this. Once Fenrir bit him and he transformed into a werewolf, his animal instincts took over. Yes, they had forced sex but it was not Harry’s choice.”
Ron buried his face into his hands, his mind trying to process what his dad was telling them. His best mate was now a werewolf, just like Remus, and he had also infected his younger sister, making her one as well. In part, some of him blamed Harry for touching her. If he wasn’t her boyfriend, he wouldn’t have looked at her. Would he? “If Harry hadn’t ra-uhm, had sex with her, what would have happened?”
Hermione looked sick, her face unnaturally drawn. Her hands twisted around each other in her lap, the only sign of her nervousness. “He’s still the same right?”
“Ms. Granger, Harry will not be the same person he was mentally. Being turned into a werewolf and turning his girlfriend as well, will cause him great grief and guilt, of which, no doubt will affect him on some levels. Physically, he will gain new scars.” Dumbledore looked at them gravely. “As for your question, Mr. Weasley, your sister would have most likely have been ripped apart by Harry. Werewolves without the Wolfsbane potion are known to be extremely violent. To even have Harry take Ms. Weasley in the manner he did might suggest that underneath all of those instincts and urges, he recognized her on some basic level.”
“Then he shouldn’t have touched her.” Charlie growled, hands flexing. “He raped our sister and you’re defending him!”
Ron spun to face his brother. “You don’t know him like we do! You weren’t here the past years!”
“Ron!” Molly glared at her son, warning him to calm down. A knock sounded on the door, Remus stepping in.
“News, Remus?”
“Harry woke up. I started giving him a brief summary of what happened when he remembered last night. It was enough for Poppy to pour a vial of Dreamless Sleep potion down his throat.” He sat down in the chair next to Arthur. “He’s blaming himself for everything. I don’t think he even registered that he killed Fenrir. He was worrying purely about Ginny, not even caring enough about his wounds.”
“He’s okay, right?” Ron and Hermione asked at the same time.
“Poppy said it wasn’t enough to redo the bandages but enough to cause some more discomfort when he wakes up again.” Remus looked at Dumbledore. “What are we going to do about Harry’s vacation? I’m sure that his mental state isn’t going to be helped by the Dursley’s. Once they learn he’s a werewolf, they’re going to do something.”
“Remus, you know Harry is protected by the blood wards there-” Dumbledore started.
“Dumbledore, if you ever did care about the boy, he would not be going back there! Not like this! Harry doesn’t have anyone in that household to care for him. We’re lucky that Ginny has a loving family to care for her and see her through this. Let Harry stay with me and Sirius in Grimmauld place.”
“Albus.” Molly begged. “This is the best thing we can do for Harry. They know the boy. Do you really believe that his mental state will survive his abusive relatives after this?”
Dumbledore leaned back, hands drifting to his temples. The blood wards protected Harry but they were soon give out in a month, the moment Harry turned seventeen. Grimmauld place was under a Fidelis Charm with him as the Secret Keeper. After the blood wards, it was the safest way to protect Harry with the added benefit of Harry being with those he loved. “Alright, Remus. Harry will go with you and Sirius during the summer vacation. Thankfully, you have a place where both of you can transform for the nights of the full moon.”
“Perhaps we will be able to use it for Ginny.” Arthur asked.
Molly blanched. “What about Harry and Ginny?”
“We can have Professor Snape brew the Wolfsbane potion for all three of them. With Remus and Sirius acting as guards, nothing will happen.” Dumbledore stated.
Ron looked up, a hopeful look on his face. “Professor, is there any way I can become an Animagus like Sirius?” Hermione perked up.
“Ron!” Molly screeched.
“Me too.” Charlie said, face still slightly flushed.
“We can discuss it with Professor McGonagall.” Dumbledore stared at all of them. “Becoming an Animagus isn’t to be taken lightly.”
Charlie stood up. “I need to go take a walk.” He left before anyone could say anything.
“Mum, are you going to tell Bill, Fleur, and the twins?” Ron asked, staring at his feet.
“Yes, Ron. They should know after all. I’m sure Billy will not take the news lightly as he was able to get through with only new scars.” Molly sniffed, thinking her oldest son would have to marry with those mark on his face. “Your dad will be leaving later today. I will be staying with your sister.”
“Where is she?” Hermione asked, thinking to visit her and Harry.
“Both of them are in private rooms off the infirmary. You will a password to get in.”
“Can we go?”
“She won’t wake up until later.” Molly.
“I don’t care, mum. I want to see her.” Ron said stubbornly.
“I think we’ve done we can do, Molly. I’m going to have to talk to Remus to set up the details for Harry’s move to Grimmauld place.” Dumbledore stated lightly.
“Will you mind if I use your floo, Albus? I would like to go right now to St. Mungo’s.” Arthur stood, hugging his wife and Ron. “I’m sure Charlie will turn around. I just hope the twins and Bill take it in stride.” With a final goodbye, Arthur disappeared in a flash of green flame.
“Come on.” Molly led her son and his friend down to where Ginny was.
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“Ron?”
Startled, the tall teen almost fell backwards, barely keeping himself from upsetting the chess board. “Ginny?”
“Where am I?” His younger sister tried to move but Hermione quickly laid her hands on her shoulders. “Where’s Harry?”
“He’s fine. Pomfrey has set him up to heal from Fenrir’s attack.” Ron motioned Hermione to get the nurse. “He’s going to get new scars from what I heard. Everyone else made it out safely during the attack. We got a few Death Eaters. Draco is somewhere.” Ron babbled on, noticing her expression. She was trying to remember something and he had a hunch. “The ministry is in an uproar about having Death Eaters on the grounds. All I know are changes are coming for next year.”
“Ms. Weasley?” Pomfrey came bustling in, followed by Molly and Hermione. “Can you please wait while I look her over?” Minutes passed while Pomfrey talked with Ginny, asking questions about her body and what did she do during the fight. After casting one last spell, Pomfrey announced her physically recovered.
Molly sat down after Ron and Hermione left to go back to Gryffindor Tower. She had to talk to her daughter alone. “Gin, do you remember anything after you were kidnapped by Fenrir?”
Ginny cocked her head, trying to remember. “He was carrying us, trying to get far away from Hogwarts while searching for a way to get back to his master.” She paused. “We stopped. He tied Harry to a tree. . .” The bright face of the moon. . . Musky, sweat, blood. . . Harry moving strongly behind her. . . The warmth spreading through her as he came. . . Running through the forest, next to her mate. . . “No.”
Molly leaned forward, taking Ginny into her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Ginny. We’ll get through this as a family.” She kissed her forehead, murmuring softly.
Ginny didn’t hear her mom, wondering if Harry would forgive her for letting him take her, for her loving it. For wanting him to do it again.
And for him to let her do so in return.
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Tight, wet heat surrounded him, slick and welcoming. His muscles were burning, his blood boiling his very veins. So good. The soft, warm flesh of his mate, her sweat and blood covered form writhing under him. . .
Forbidden ecstasy. . .
Harry woke up, eyes blinking at the blurry white ceiling above him. He tried to move his arm, moaning as the pain roared into existence at the feeble movement.
“Harry?” Someone moved into his line of vision, a mass of dirty blond hair.
“Remus.” Harry started coughing. Glass tinkled then a straw was placed against his chapped lips. Thirsty, Harry drank greedily, relishing in the pure taste of the cold water. “G-Ginny, where’s she?”
Remus placed the glass back on the table. “Ginny’s safe, Harry. We found both of you and brought here back to Hogwarts. Fenrir did a great deal of damage to you but you lost a lot of blood. You don’t know how lucky you are.”
Images came back to him, flashes of Ginny laid out for Fenrir’s twisted pleasure; fighting then pain, so much pain. . .
Ginny crawling away, protesting, fighting him even as he mounted her hungrily. . .
“NO!” He tried to get up but Remus grabbed him. He struggled even as the pain doubled. “No! Remus, don’t- I – Ginny!”
“She’s fine, Harry.” He started.
“Don’t lie to me!” Harry screamed, tears coursing down his cheeks. “Don’t you dare lie to me! I infected her. I-I raped h-her.” The realization hit him and he collapsed back onto the bed sobbing. “Oh, Merlin.” He covered his face with his bandaged arms. “She’ll never forgive me.”
“Listen to me, Harry. It’s not your fault. The werewolf is uncontrollable without the Wolfsbane potion. His instincts controlled you. You don’t know how lucky that Ginny is still alive. Most would just rip their girlfriends apart like any other.” Remus said, trying to pull Harry’s arms from his face. He saw Poppy scurrying from her office, a vial in hand. With her help, they pulled his arms from his face, Harry welcoming the darkness as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Remus leaned back, running a hand through his graying hair. “How long is that going to keep him asleep, Poppy?”
“With his healing abilities, I can’t really say but you should have at least a good six hours if not the full twelve.” She waved her wand over him. “He’s caused a bit of bleeding in his shoulders and sides. Not enough for me to re-bandage them, however.”
“I’m going to go and see Dumbledore. He needs to know that Harry woke up for a bit.”
“I heard he was talking to the Weasleys about what will happen.” Poppy gave a sad look at the slumbering teen. “They will not abandon him will they?”
“Arthur and Molly won’t but I can’t say for sure about the older ones.” Remus gave a small smile. “I know for a fact that Sirius and I will stay with him.”
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“HE WHAT!” Charlie roared, jumping to his feet. “He took advantage of my sister!”
“Charlie, sit down.” Arthur ordered calmly, holding his wife’s hand in his own. “You are to listen to us until we are finished.” His second oldest son sat down, red and trembling with rage. “Harry is not at fault for this. Once Fenrir bit him and he transformed into a werewolf, his animal instincts took over. Yes, they had forced sex but it was not Harry’s choice.”
Ron buried his face into his hands, his mind trying to process what his dad was telling them. His best mate was now a werewolf, just like Remus, and he had also infected his younger sister, making her one as well. In part, some of him blamed Harry for touching her. If he wasn’t her boyfriend, he wouldn’t have looked at her. Would he? “If Harry hadn’t ra-uhm, had sex with her, what would have happened?”
Hermione looked sick, her face unnaturally drawn. Her hands twisted around each other in her lap, the only sign of her nervousness. “He’s still the same right?”
“Ms. Granger, Harry will not be the same person he was mentally. Being turned into a werewolf and turning his girlfriend as well, will cause him great grief and guilt, of which, no doubt will affect him on some levels. Physically, he will gain new scars.” Dumbledore looked at them gravely. “As for your question, Mr. Weasley, your sister would have most likely have been ripped apart by Harry. Werewolves without the Wolfsbane potion are known to be extremely violent. To even have Harry take Ms. Weasley in the manner he did might suggest that underneath all of those instincts and urges, he recognized her on some basic level.”
“Then he shouldn’t have touched her.” Charlie growled, hands flexing. “He raped our sister and you’re defending him!”
Ron spun to face his brother. “You don’t know him like we do! You weren’t here the past years!”
“Ron!” Molly glared at her son, warning him to calm down. A knock sounded on the door, Remus stepping in.
“News, Remus?”
“Harry woke up. I started giving him a brief summary of what happened when he remembered last night. It was enough for Poppy to pour a vial of Dreamless Sleep potion down his throat.” He sat down in the chair next to Arthur. “He’s blaming himself for everything. I don’t think he even registered that he killed Fenrir. He was worrying purely about Ginny, not even caring enough about his wounds.”
“He’s okay, right?” Ron and Hermione asked at the same time.
“Poppy said it wasn’t enough to redo the bandages but enough to cause some more discomfort when he wakes up again.” Remus looked at Dumbledore. “What are we going to do about Harry’s vacation? I’m sure that his mental state isn’t going to be helped by the Dursley’s. Once they learn he’s a werewolf, they’re going to do something.”
“Remus, you know Harry is protected by the blood wards there-” Dumbledore started.
“Dumbledore, if you ever did care about the boy, he would not be going back there! Not like this! Harry doesn’t have anyone in that household to care for him. We’re lucky that Ginny has a loving family to care for her and see her through this. Let Harry stay with me and Sirius in Grimmauld place.”
“Albus.” Molly begged. “This is the best thing we can do for Harry. They know the boy. Do you really believe that his mental state will survive his abusive relatives after this?”
Dumbledore leaned back, hands drifting to his temples. The blood wards protected Harry but they were soon give out in a month, the moment Harry turned seventeen. Grimmauld place was under a Fidelis Charm with him as the Secret Keeper. After the blood wards, it was the safest way to protect Harry with the added benefit of Harry being with those he loved. “Alright, Remus. Harry will go with you and Sirius during the summer vacation. Thankfully, you have a place where both of you can transform for the nights of the full moon.”
“Perhaps we will be able to use it for Ginny.” Arthur asked.
Molly blanched. “What about Harry and Ginny?”
“We can have Professor Snape brew the Wolfsbane potion for all three of them. With Remus and Sirius acting as guards, nothing will happen.” Dumbledore stated.
Ron looked up, a hopeful look on his face. “Professor, is there any way I can become an Animagus like Sirius?” Hermione perked up.
“Ron!” Molly screeched.
“Me too.” Charlie said, face still slightly flushed.
“We can discuss it with Professor McGonagall.” Dumbledore stared at all of them. “Becoming an Animagus isn’t to be taken lightly.”
Charlie stood up. “I need to go take a walk.” He left before anyone could say anything.
“Mum, are you going to tell Bill, Fleur, and the twins?” Ron asked, staring at his feet.
“Yes, Ron. They should know after all. I’m sure Billy will not take the news lightly as he was able to get through with only new scars.” Molly sniffed, thinking her oldest son would have to marry with those mark on his face. “Your dad will be leaving later today. I will be staying with your sister.”
“Where is she?” Hermione asked, thinking to visit her and Harry.
“Both of them are in private rooms off the infirmary. You will a password to get in.”
“Can we go?”
“She won’t wake up until later.” Molly.
“I don’t care, mum. I want to see her.” Ron said stubbornly.
“I think we’ve done we can do, Molly. I’m going to have to talk to Remus to set up the details for Harry’s move to Grimmauld place.” Dumbledore stated lightly.
“Will you mind if I use your floo, Albus? I would like to go right now to St. Mungo’s.” Arthur stood, hugging his wife and Ron. “I’m sure Charlie will turn around. I just hope the twins and Bill take it in stride.” With a final goodbye, Arthur disappeared in a flash of green flame.
“Come on.” Molly led her son and his friend down to where Ginny was.
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“Ron?”
Startled, the tall teen almost fell backwards, barely keeping himself from upsetting the chess board. “Ginny?”
“Where am I?” His younger sister tried to move but Hermione quickly laid her hands on her shoulders. “Where’s Harry?”
“He’s fine. Pomfrey has set him up to heal from Fenrir’s attack.” Ron motioned Hermione to get the nurse. “He’s going to get new scars from what I heard. Everyone else made it out safely during the attack. We got a few Death Eaters. Draco is somewhere.” Ron babbled on, noticing her expression. She was trying to remember something and he had a hunch. “The ministry is in an uproar about having Death Eaters on the grounds. All I know are changes are coming for next year.”
“Ms. Weasley?” Pomfrey came bustling in, followed by Molly and Hermione. “Can you please wait while I look her over?” Minutes passed while Pomfrey talked with Ginny, asking questions about her body and what did she do during the fight. After casting one last spell, Pomfrey announced her physically recovered.
Molly sat down after Ron and Hermione left to go back to Gryffindor Tower. She had to talk to her daughter alone. “Gin, do you remember anything after you were kidnapped by Fenrir?”
Ginny cocked her head, trying to remember. “He was carrying us, trying to get far away from Hogwarts while searching for a way to get back to his master.” She paused. “We stopped. He tied Harry to a tree. . .” The bright face of the moon. . . Musky, sweat, blood. . . Harry moving strongly behind her. . . The warmth spreading through her as he came. . . Running through the forest, next to her mate. . . “No.”
Molly leaned forward, taking Ginny into her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Ginny. We’ll get through this as a family.” She kissed her forehead, murmuring softly.
Ginny didn’t hear her mom, wondering if Harry would forgive her for letting him take her, for her loving it. For wanting him to do it again.
And for him to let her do so in return.
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