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Chapter Four: Thoughts
It had been two weeks since the day her life was changed and Ginny had yet to see Harry Potter. The moment, he had been freed, he had run up straight to the boy’s dormitory and encased himself in his bed, refusing to see anyone. Not even when he left for Grimmauld place did he talk to anyone. This had only served to support Charlie’s belief that Harry had raped her.
Bill on the other hand had waited to talk to her and Remus. After thinking about it, he had sided with his parents, firmly believing that Harry hadn’t meant to. He had been helped along by Fleur who more experience in such matter due to France’s more relaxed atmosphere. Discrimination there was less prevalent and a number of couples were married to werewolves, veelas, and other creatures who resembled humans. Higher years were given an education on sex relations that included a brief section on certain aspects of veela and werewolf cultures.
Even though Ginny didn’t Fleur, she had to be thankful of her help and advice. Sighing, she leaned her head against the cool glass, seeing Ron flying around on his Cleansweep.
The twins had taken it in stride as well, even jubilantly asking whether Ginny would be helpful in intimidating some traders into dropping their prices. She had been forced to stop them from asking if Harry would be willing to act like a guard dog for their shop, and even going as far as to threaten them with a Bat Bogey hex if they even joked about it around Harry.
Ron had been quiet, glancing at her out from the corner of his eye before staring somewhere else she turned to him. She knew that he was writing to Hermione, asking for advice probably and information. After all, it was his best mate that did do this. Hermione caught him ranting about Harry after the black-haired teen had rebuffed his advances to help him through this.
Percy didn’t even know as the family had opted not to tell him in case he told the Ministry.
Dumbledore had fed the students a well made lie based on truth that Harry had been injured during the battle and was slowly healing in the infirmary. He also added for them to leave him alone about the events of the battle. The Ministry, through the DAILY PROPHET, stated that they would be adding an Auror Guard to the school as an added protection, under Kingsley’s command.
In a weird turn of events, Amelia Bones had stated she would be meeting with the Head Goblin of Gringotts and a representative of the Goblin Nation to see if they would be able to imprison the captured Death Eaters in their prison for the duration of the war. Suffice to say, a number of the wizard population had protested this. Rumors were spreading that the Goblin Nation was demanding Azkaban as payment for their services and a number of undisclosed payment for continued service.
Ginny help but notice the people who protested the transfer of the prisoners was mostly the families of those suspected or confirmed Death Eaters.
Her mind turned back to Harry.
How was she going to talk to him?
Ginny closed her eyes. When she had been released, she had been numb for the first week, trying to accept that fact that she was a werewolf, infected by having her boyfriend having sex with her. At night, memories of that night came back, leaving her wanting and hot for the black haired teen with green eyes.
Her first year at Hogwarts had destroyed her crush on the Boy Who Lived, waking her up to the harsh and costly realities of real life. Seeing Harry in blood, slime, and mud had shown her that her illusions of white knights and beautiful stallions were just that: illusions. Her second and third year had shown her that Harry was human as just any other wizard or witch, seeing him go through bouts of anger, depression, moodiness, and sadness that no teen should go through. Seeing him as the leader of Dumbledore’s Army revealed his true personality, a leader who refused to run from a fight even when the odds were stacked against him. By the time her fifth year came, it hit her.
She was in love in Harry Potter. Every boy she had dated, she compared to Harry. They had noticed but didn’t pay attention, firmly believing that she would see that Harry wouldn’t look at her. They just treated her as a girl to be protected.
That was a sore point with her.
She wasn’t some china doll that should be handled with precious care.
And she wasn’t going to let Harry Potter be a noble bastard and do the same to her.
She wondered how he was going to react to the fact that she loved having him in her. Would he see her as a freak for loving it? Bestiality was seen down upon in some circles, even though some circles were more lenient due to veelas and such. How could one keep them from falling in love with a veela who turned into a vicious creature with a pointy beak, razor sharp talons and wings? A werewolf was the same right? They only turned into rabid animals once a month if they were unlucky to have Wolfsbane.
Her arms tightened around her legs.
The only thing she knew was that she was going to have to talk to Harry.
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Harry angrily stared up at the ceiling, sick of the creature that was currently silent in his chest. He was angry at everyone and everything, especially himself; totally and utterly disgusted at the loss of self control. He was supposed to save his girlfriend, keeping her from harm and what did he do? Rape her and turn her into a werewolf. He didn’t care what Remus or Sirius was saying. He had raped Ginny.
The worst part was . . . he wanted to do it again.
Having her under him, thrusting herself back on his hardened member, taking it into her warm body.
Harry turned over on his stomach, groaning into his pillow, feeling himself harden at the thought. I shouldn’t be thinking about that! He wrapped his arms around the pillow, breathing deeply to calm himself down. Unlike the walls in Privet Drive, the walls in Grimmauld’s place were thicker, more soundproof.
Harry remembered the day he had come back . . .
“So Harry, this is your room. I gave you Regulus’ old room.” It had been transformed, All things Slytherin had been removed and replaced with new furniture. A large four poster bed was placed along the far wall, red and amber draping around it. An oak desk was situated next to it, a comfy chair slid in. An oak dresser and a matching wardrobe stood across from the bed, along with a large book shelf. The doors to the closet were closed.
Silently, Harry had entered, sliding his trunk into the closet, moving to the bed.
“You know, you can talk to me about what happened with Fenrir and Ginny-” Sirius started.
“I don’t want to talk, Sirius. Leave it alone.”
“It does good, talking about it, Harry. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone-”
“LEAVE IT SIRIUS!” Harry yelled, his temper rising to the surface. “I don’t want to talk about it at all. Okay?”
“I’m concerned about your welfare-”
“Worry about Ginny’s. She was the one who got raped.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Harry you couldn’t control it.” Harry could see Sirius was trying to keep his own temper in check. Harry wanted to see him lose control of it.
“Fuck off, Sirius. You and me both know that’s not true. If I was stronger, she wouldn’t have gotten infected. If I was more in control of my bloody instincts, I wouldn’t have done that to her. I just rutted her like some stupid mindless animal, using her for my own twisted pleasure.” Harry bit his lip, trying to keep the fact that he liked it from them. He breathed through his nostrils. “I don’t want to hear it anymore. So leave me alone!”
“They care about you. We care about you. Goddamn it, I care about you.” Sirius stepped in. “This is eating you up. I should know-“
“NO, you don’t KNOW! You weren’t the one fucking your girlfriend-“
“Because it wasn’t you. Why won’t you listen, Harry! It wasn’t you! You’re not a monster like Fenrir!”
“Maybe I was and this only brought it out.”
“GODDMAN IT, HARRY! Don’t you compare yourself to the monster.”
Remus came in, stepping between them both. “This isn’t helping, Sirius. Let Harry settle in. I’m sure he’s tired and wants to rest. Right, Harry?” The teen nodded, not looking at Sirius. “We’ve still got some cleaning to d so we’d best go do it.” Grudgingly, Sirius allowed himself be led out of the room, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
Why does everything in my life have to get fucked up? Harry thought. First Voldemort and now this.
The brief relationship he had with Ginny during those four weeks was the best. Lounging around her, feeling her body close up to his, smelling that flowery scent rolling over his skin; for a time, he felt alive, human. It was something he had never had before. Someone who loved him.
Never in his darkest nightmare, did he think that creature that roared when she was around would become a monster that would humiliate her in the worst way possible. The first time he had sex with another had become a nightmare of epic proportions. He had thought he would be able to date her once they went on vacation, taking her to some spots or at least walk with her in the village near her home.
A flash of her sweaty, lithe body came back to him.
His hand drifted down to his member, unable to resist the call of the beast.
It had been two weeks since the day her life was changed and Ginny had yet to see Harry Potter. The moment, he had been freed, he had run up straight to the boy’s dormitory and encased himself in his bed, refusing to see anyone. Not even when he left for Grimmauld place did he talk to anyone. This had only served to support Charlie’s belief that Harry had raped her.
Bill on the other hand had waited to talk to her and Remus. After thinking about it, he had sided with his parents, firmly believing that Harry hadn’t meant to. He had been helped along by Fleur who more experience in such matter due to France’s more relaxed atmosphere. Discrimination there was less prevalent and a number of couples were married to werewolves, veelas, and other creatures who resembled humans. Higher years were given an education on sex relations that included a brief section on certain aspects of veela and werewolf cultures.
Even though Ginny didn’t Fleur, she had to be thankful of her help and advice. Sighing, she leaned her head against the cool glass, seeing Ron flying around on his Cleansweep.
The twins had taken it in stride as well, even jubilantly asking whether Ginny would be helpful in intimidating some traders into dropping their prices. She had been forced to stop them from asking if Harry would be willing to act like a guard dog for their shop, and even going as far as to threaten them with a Bat Bogey hex if they even joked about it around Harry.
Ron had been quiet, glancing at her out from the corner of his eye before staring somewhere else she turned to him. She knew that he was writing to Hermione, asking for advice probably and information. After all, it was his best mate that did do this. Hermione caught him ranting about Harry after the black-haired teen had rebuffed his advances to help him through this.
Percy didn’t even know as the family had opted not to tell him in case he told the Ministry.
Dumbledore had fed the students a well made lie based on truth that Harry had been injured during the battle and was slowly healing in the infirmary. He also added for them to leave him alone about the events of the battle. The Ministry, through the DAILY PROPHET, stated that they would be adding an Auror Guard to the school as an added protection, under Kingsley’s command.
In a weird turn of events, Amelia Bones had stated she would be meeting with the Head Goblin of Gringotts and a representative of the Goblin Nation to see if they would be able to imprison the captured Death Eaters in their prison for the duration of the war. Suffice to say, a number of the wizard population had protested this. Rumors were spreading that the Goblin Nation was demanding Azkaban as payment for their services and a number of undisclosed payment for continued service.
Ginny help but notice the people who protested the transfer of the prisoners was mostly the families of those suspected or confirmed Death Eaters.
Her mind turned back to Harry.
How was she going to talk to him?
Ginny closed her eyes. When she had been released, she had been numb for the first week, trying to accept that fact that she was a werewolf, infected by having her boyfriend having sex with her. At night, memories of that night came back, leaving her wanting and hot for the black haired teen with green eyes.
Her first year at Hogwarts had destroyed her crush on the Boy Who Lived, waking her up to the harsh and costly realities of real life. Seeing Harry in blood, slime, and mud had shown her that her illusions of white knights and beautiful stallions were just that: illusions. Her second and third year had shown her that Harry was human as just any other wizard or witch, seeing him go through bouts of anger, depression, moodiness, and sadness that no teen should go through. Seeing him as the leader of Dumbledore’s Army revealed his true personality, a leader who refused to run from a fight even when the odds were stacked against him. By the time her fifth year came, it hit her.
She was in love in Harry Potter. Every boy she had dated, she compared to Harry. They had noticed but didn’t pay attention, firmly believing that she would see that Harry wouldn’t look at her. They just treated her as a girl to be protected.
That was a sore point with her.
She wasn’t some china doll that should be handled with precious care.
And she wasn’t going to let Harry Potter be a noble bastard and do the same to her.
She wondered how he was going to react to the fact that she loved having him in her. Would he see her as a freak for loving it? Bestiality was seen down upon in some circles, even though some circles were more lenient due to veelas and such. How could one keep them from falling in love with a veela who turned into a vicious creature with a pointy beak, razor sharp talons and wings? A werewolf was the same right? They only turned into rabid animals once a month if they were unlucky to have Wolfsbane.
Her arms tightened around her legs.
The only thing she knew was that she was going to have to talk to Harry.
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Harry angrily stared up at the ceiling, sick of the creature that was currently silent in his chest. He was angry at everyone and everything, especially himself; totally and utterly disgusted at the loss of self control. He was supposed to save his girlfriend, keeping her from harm and what did he do? Rape her and turn her into a werewolf. He didn’t care what Remus or Sirius was saying. He had raped Ginny.
The worst part was . . . he wanted to do it again.
Having her under him, thrusting herself back on his hardened member, taking it into her warm body.
Harry turned over on his stomach, groaning into his pillow, feeling himself harden at the thought. I shouldn’t be thinking about that! He wrapped his arms around the pillow, breathing deeply to calm himself down. Unlike the walls in Privet Drive, the walls in Grimmauld’s place were thicker, more soundproof.
Harry remembered the day he had come back . . .
“So Harry, this is your room. I gave you Regulus’ old room.” It had been transformed, All things Slytherin had been removed and replaced with new furniture. A large four poster bed was placed along the far wall, red and amber draping around it. An oak desk was situated next to it, a comfy chair slid in. An oak dresser and a matching wardrobe stood across from the bed, along with a large book shelf. The doors to the closet were closed.
Silently, Harry had entered, sliding his trunk into the closet, moving to the bed.
“You know, you can talk to me about what happened with Fenrir and Ginny-” Sirius started.
“I don’t want to talk, Sirius. Leave it alone.”
“It does good, talking about it, Harry. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone-”
“LEAVE IT SIRIUS!” Harry yelled, his temper rising to the surface. “I don’t want to talk about it at all. Okay?”
“I’m concerned about your welfare-”
“Worry about Ginny’s. She was the one who got raped.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Harry you couldn’t control it.” Harry could see Sirius was trying to keep his own temper in check. Harry wanted to see him lose control of it.
“Fuck off, Sirius. You and me both know that’s not true. If I was stronger, she wouldn’t have gotten infected. If I was more in control of my bloody instincts, I wouldn’t have done that to her. I just rutted her like some stupid mindless animal, using her for my own twisted pleasure.” Harry bit his lip, trying to keep the fact that he liked it from them. He breathed through his nostrils. “I don’t want to hear it anymore. So leave me alone!”
“They care about you. We care about you. Goddamn it, I care about you.” Sirius stepped in. “This is eating you up. I should know-“
“NO, you don’t KNOW! You weren’t the one fucking your girlfriend-“
“Because it wasn’t you. Why won’t you listen, Harry! It wasn’t you! You’re not a monster like Fenrir!”
“Maybe I was and this only brought it out.”
“GODDMAN IT, HARRY! Don’t you compare yourself to the monster.”
Remus came in, stepping between them both. “This isn’t helping, Sirius. Let Harry settle in. I’m sure he’s tired and wants to rest. Right, Harry?” The teen nodded, not looking at Sirius. “We’ve still got some cleaning to d so we’d best go do it.” Grudgingly, Sirius allowed himself be led out of the room, leaving Harry to his thoughts.
Why does everything in my life have to get fucked up? Harry thought. First Voldemort and now this.
The brief relationship he had with Ginny during those four weeks was the best. Lounging around her, feeling her body close up to his, smelling that flowery scent rolling over his skin; for a time, he felt alive, human. It was something he had never had before. Someone who loved him.
Never in his darkest nightmare, did he think that creature that roared when she was around would become a monster that would humiliate her in the worst way possible. The first time he had sex with another had become a nightmare of epic proportions. He had thought he would be able to date her once they went on vacation, taking her to some spots or at least walk with her in the village near her home.
A flash of her sweaty, lithe body came back to him.
His hand drifted down to his member, unable to resist the call of the beast.
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