Categories > Books > Harry Potter > The Howling
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The first thing Harry felt was the incredible pain was various bones realigned themselves back to their original positions. His muscles rippled, tearing and stretching to retake their natural positions. The sharp teeth lining his mouth dug back into his jaws, his regular human teeth erupting out. His spine snapped back into the natural s-curve of a human, ribs shrinking back. With one final scream, Harry collapsed on his side, panting for breath, eyes closed tightly. He shivered in the biting cold of the morning air, the chill seeping into his bones from the stone floor even as echoes of pain rippled through his nervous system.
A shadow blotted out the light. Warmth covered his him as a heavy blanket was placed on him, a hand lying gently on his shoulder. “Harry, are you okay?”
Harry closed his eyes even tighter. How much he wanted to accept comfort from his godfather but the suffocating guilt stopped him. Harry desperately wished the events of last night had all been a horrible nightmare, just something he had dreamed. But he knew in his head, it wasn’t. “I’m so sorry, Sirius, I tried to stop myself but I couldn’t. I tried so hard. Please it get it out of me, Sirius, get it out!” He begged, shrinking into himself, trying to burrow under the blanket.
“Harry there’s no way you could have controlled yourself without the Wolfsbane,” Sirius said gently. A pause, then, “The wolf is a part of you now, there’s no way to get it out.”
“NO! I don’t want it!” Harry screamed into his arms. “Get it out! GET IT OUT!” Reaching up, Harry dug his nails into his skin as he began to scratch himself in an attempt to tear out the werewolf from inside. Blood welled up as his nails dug into his skin, ripping slices off. Sirius, ignoring the pain in his newly healed leg, threw himself to stop Harry from hurting himself even further. From across the room, he could see Charlie and Bill looking at him worriedly as Harry continued to thrash in an attempt to break free. The whole time, Harry was screaming for them to kill the animal, tears rolling down Harry’s pale face. Sirius just held on best as he could, rocking his godson back in forth.
Ginny watched her boyfriend fall apart from the safety of Bill’s arms. She knew part of Harry’s current guilt stemmed from the night in May. How much she wanted to help Harry but angered over the fact that she didn’t know what to do other than stand by him.
After a while, Harry slumped in defeat, his tears trickling to quiet sobs and shudders. The small wounds caused from his nails already ceasing to bleed. “I can’t deal with this. It’s too much. I-I can’t. I’m not strong enough. It’s too much.”
“We’ll help you through this, Harry. You are strong. Never doubt that. It will take a while but Snape is now working on a new Wolfsbane potion for you and Ginny so that it won’t happen again. You’ll just have to hang on. Come on. Let’s get you to your room.” Gently, Sirius helped Harry climb to his feet and slip into the black robe, covering his godson up. By then, Charlie had already taken care of Remus who was still moving groggily due to the aftereffects of the potion for the concussion Pomfrey had given him. As Harry passed them, Remus carefully laid a hand on Harry, offering the younger boy a small smile of assurance, a sign that everything had been forgiven.
Harry silently followed Sirius up the stairs past the titanium doors, Bill and Ginny right behind him. With each step Sirius took, Harry could see the slight limp his godfather had. It only made the guilt bear down on his shoulders even more.
They walked out in the hallway just in time to hear someone yelling in the kitchen. Harry’s sensitive ears picked up the voice more clearly and knew it was Mrs. Weasley yelling. In his head, he knew that the best route was for him to follow Sirius up to his room but something was pulling him to the kitchen. He pulled his arm out from Sirius’ grip, walking unsteadily to the kitchen door, ignoring the calls from everyone. With a small push, he opened it.
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“I can’t do this.” Molly said an expression of despair written all over her face. “I can’t see them as uncontrollable beasts without thinking. . . .” She trailed off, fumbling around the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Seeing the effects of the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts was finally hitting her fully. Of course, she knew her daughter was a werewolf. There was no doubt that she had been marked by Harry as the jagged scars over the young boy had been a dead giveaway to his new status but actually seeing the violent transformation that her daughter would have to go through every month had slammed the fact home.
Then watching Harry attempting to mount Ginny had her going into a right state. She had followed Arthur and Charlie down the stairs but when she had caught sight of what the black wolf was doing she had fled, the words of the creature warding curse Charlie was casting on Harry following her up the dark stairs. It was in the kitchen, she had made her decision.
She could not have her daughter being anywhere near Harry.
“Molly, we have to be there for them. Even though Amelia is pushing through the new werewolf laws, there still will be a number of people opposed to letting werewolves be treated as normal citizens. We have to appear as a united front.” Arthur stopped, watching his wife of over 20 years freeze at his words. “This isn’t only about them being werewolves, is it?”
The redheaded woman bit down on her lip, seeming to say something but at the same time, not wanting to.
“Go ahead, Molly, say it. Better get it all out in the open before one of them hears it.” Arthur said, nodding toward the basement.
“He’s having sex with our fifteen year old daughter. She’s too young to be lying down with a boy. We’re expected to let him have his way with her because they are werewolves? No, Arthur, I will not have it. I don’t want him near Ginny, even though I see him as one our seventh son.”
“You know he did not want this. I’ve talked to Remus and he told me that Harry had been depressed ever since returning from Hogwarts. He refused to talk to either of them because the guilt was consuming him. You’ve seen how Harry acted once we got here. It seems Ginny was able to get through to him and they’ve been talking. Also, the night in the forest was their first time and last until they decide on their own.”
“It doesn’t matter, Arthur. When he transforms, he turns into a beast, one that wants our daughter by any means, even if it means killing someone to get to her.”
Arthur’s voice became a little frosty, perturbed at her words. “That isn’t true, Molly, and you know it. I know you wanted Harry to go out with Ginny and when Ron wrote us that she had finally gotten out with Harry on a date, you were ecstatic.”
“Did you not see the way he was mounting her last night, Arthur?!” Molly all but shouted out at her husband, a few strands falling into her face.
Arthur rubbed his temples. “Molly, they are werewolves and as such some moral ethics no longer apply to them. Remus told me that it is common for mated werewolves to come together during the night of the full moon. When Ginny is old enough, she will decide what she wants and you have to accept her decision.”
“No, she is my daughter and she will do what I say.” Molly shouted. “I will not have her sleeping with him like some scarlet woman, much less an animal. If he can’t control the monster inside of him, then I want him away from her.” Molly would have said more but Arthur’s face had her stopping in mid rant. Following his eyes, Molly turned around to see everyone standing just inside the kitchen door.
Her eyes caught Harry’s saddened green eyes, seeing the hurt swirling in them. “Harry,” she started.
The raven-haired teen said nothing. He just calmly turned around and disappeared down the hall, ignoring the hand Ginny had placed on his arm.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Sirius asked in a low voice. “My godson is not an animal, Molly Weasley. How DARE you say such a thing after all he has done for your family.” Remus moved forward, clamping a hand on the dog Animagus’ shoulder.
“Sirius, calm down, fighting like this won’t help anything or anyone. Molly is just stressed out from last night.”
The black-haired man shrugged off his friend’s hand, glaring at the Weasley Matriarch. “We all are and none of us are calling Harry an animal. You’re acting like all of this is Harry’s fault when it isn’t.”
“I did not mean it in the way it came out. I’m just concerned on the effects this will have on my daughter. I won’t let her lay down with a boy-“
“That’s not your decision to make, mother.” Ginny spat, her brown eyes flashing. “I remember hearing that you laid down with dad back in Hogwarts. At least I have an excuse. What was yours?” Molly gasped, paling at the question. “You call Harry an animal because he’s a werewolf. Remus and I are werewolves too. Bill got scratched up by Greyback during the fight and he now has some slight werewolf urges in him. Are we all animals now, fit to be lead around on a leash because we’re uncontrollable and dangerous?” Ginny asked, face red with anger.
Molly opened her mouth to say more but was quickly silenced by Arthur. “That is enough. Fighting won’t be helping us at the moment. As it is, Remus, Harry, and Ginny are exhausted from last night’s transformation. All three of them need to head to Hogwarts for full medical examinations by Poppy as we need to figure out why the Wolfsbane didn’t work as it should have last night.” Ginny straightened her back, glaring at her mother as she turned and left.
She climbed the stairs quickly, knowing that Harry would be in dark mood for the rest of the way if nothing happened to calm him down. Below, she could hear them moving about the kitchen, a couple of doors slamming in her wake.
She had always thought her family would always be able to get through anything, their love and loyalty persevering. The moment Harry and her had turned into werewolves, it seemed her family was pulling itself apart. Ginny was saddened that her mother couldn’t handle the fact that Ginny was no longer a virgin. Ever since she was old enough to understand, her mother had always told her that a respectable young lady never laid down with another boy until the night of their marriage. By the time she was 13, Ginny had figured that her mother had gotten pregnant with Bill before her marriage to Ginny’s dad and had Bill three months into her seventh year. They had married during the summer of 1970 when her mum had been 5 months pregnant. Despite knowing her mother, Ginny had hoped that Molly Weasley would take this in stride but it was not to be.
Coming out on the landing, she walked straight to Harry’s room. Knocking once, she opened the door and slipped inside. Harry was standing at the closet, still dressed in his black robes, his movements hard and furious.
Saying nothing, Ginny sat on his bed, gazing out the window.
Harry pulled off his robes and throwing them into a corner.
Ginny’s eyes flicked to his naked body, traveling up and down his lithe form. The ugly scars from Greyback’s attacks were visible; pale pink, thin jagged lines running from his back, side, and front. The actual bite mark was clearly visible on his side, a mass of scar tissue over the area of his ribs on his left side. She ripped her eyes away as dark fabric covered it, Harry tugging the shirt down. He followed it up with clean boxers and dark jeans.
She walked to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Harry tensed before relaxing, turning around to wrap his own arms around her as well. Wanting more contact, Ginny raised her arm and brought Harry’s head down for a deep kiss.
Harry closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her lips against him, the lavender scent wafting into his nose. His arms tightened as the thought that someone was trying to take this away from him came unbidden into his mind. Inside his chest, the wolf beast growled, head lowering in threat. Breaking the kiss, Harry leaned his forehead against Ginny’s, clenching his jaw.
“Harry?”
“Just give me a second.” Slowly, the wolf quieted, slipping back into the dark recesses of his mind.
“What are you going to do?” Ginny asked, twirling her fingers into the thick locks at the back of Harry’s head. “Before you would have usually listened to my mother.”
“That was then, Ginny.” Harry answered, breathing in her scent. “I’m older now as well as an adult. I may look up to her as my surrogate mother but she isn’t the one I want to spend my entire life with.” Harry trailed his lips over Ginny’s skin. “If I have to decide between you and her, there’s no question that I will pick you.”
Ginny hummed, her mouth going to his neck, nibbling along the jugular. Harry grunted slightly as he felt himself hardening. The wolf’s pricked at his conscious, the animal lust rising.
“We have to stop.” Harry croaked out, his voice deepening.
“I don’t want to.”
Gathering all of his mental strength and will, Harry pushed himself away from Ginny. “We have to Ginny otherwise it will only lend credence to your mum’s words. It’s already bad enough that your brother hates me for what happened.” Harry said, breathing hard.
Ginny slid a hand down her face. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done-“
“It wasn’t your fault.” Harry looked at her, seeing the bags under Ginny’s eyes as well as the tiredness in her stance. “You should get dressed. I’m sure Sirius and Professor Dumbledore will want to talk to us about what happened last night.” Rather than risking a kiss, Ginny nodded, leaving Harry alone to go to her room.
Sighing, Harry raked a hand through his hair, hearing the echoing words of Mrs. Weasley in his head. If he can’t control the monster inside of him, then I want him away from her. She had called him what at times he had called himself. Even now, the wolf was growling inside at the words, lips bared in fury. He had a feeling that no one knew the real reason why he had left. Sure, the words Ginny’s mum had said did wound him but it wasn’t the reason he had turned and walked away without a word. No, he did it because the wolf had threatened to come out, bashing against his mind in raging fury. The urge to rip Mrs. Weasley apart had scared him, frightened him that he had felt the need to kill her for threatening to take his mate from him.
He sat down on the bed, tugging on his sneakers. Before anything could happen, Harry needed a way to find how to control the beast waiting slightly within his soul. He had to before it could win a battle and kill someone.
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“Professor Dumbledore tells me there was a complication with last night’s transformation.” Madam Pomfrey looked at the two teens and the single adult sitting before her. “Would you care to explain what happened?”
Remus, Harry, and Ginny had flooed to Hogwarts with Ginny’s parents and Sirius. The group had been tense during the time Dumbledore had spoken them of what he had asked Madam Pomfrey to do. Harry himself had stayed as far away as from Mrs. Weasley without seeming to be rude. Harry Ginny stayed by his side, ignoring the looks her mum were sending her. Once Dumbledore had dismissed them, Harry had caught sight of her mum sitting up straighter as if preparing to start her rant once they had left. Now he found himself sitting in Madam Pomfrey’s office with Remus and Ginny.
“According to Arthur and Sirius, Harry transformed into a different lycan form which has never been seen before, after being stressed by Charlie Weasley. Ginny didn’t but we’re assuming she can too as she was turned by Harry.” Remus stated quietly.
Pomfrey eyed the teens that were sinking into their chairs with embarrassment. “I’m afraid the only way we’ll find out more about what changed in regards to their strain of the werewolf virus will only be discovered if we do a full, thorough examination of them. It would be greatly appreciated if we are able to get Mr. Potter’s medical records from the Muggle world as Ms. Weasley’s can easily be requested from St. Mungo’s. We will have to see if there were pre-existing conditions that became active once Mr. Potter was infected.” With a flick of her wand, Pomfrey summoned three sets of medical gowns. “You will have to wear these while I’m examining you. Each of you will take a curtained bed. I will be out there in a second.”
The three grabbed their gowns and headed into the infirmary.
“What does she mean a full and thorough examination?” Harry asked Remus who seemed familiar with this procedure.
The older werewolf winced. “She will basically create a medical record of your natural body’s functions, such as normal blood pressure, current weight, any abnormalities, etc etc. And when she means thorough, she means it.” Remus gestured to Harry’s groin, the two teens blushing at the gesture.
“Yo-you mean she’ll h-have us, you know.” Ginny stuttered.
“For the men, it’s a little more evasive as we actually will have to provide her a sample but for the women, it’s less as there is a charm to find out that little tidbit. They have to have a record in case something comes up later where they will need a basis for comparison.” Remus grabbed a hold of the curtain. “I suggest changing now. Pomfrey likes to work quickly.”
Ginny took the last curtained bed while Harry took the middle. Stripping out of his clothes, he placed the thin, flimsy medical gown on, noticing how similar it was to the ones in the muggle world. Within a few minutes, Pomfrey came back and from the sounds of it started with Remus. He couldn’t hear anything, no doubt one of the adults casting a privacy spell. During the whole time, Harry sat on the bed, swinging his legs as he thought about what Remus had told him when they were walking down to the infirmary.
He had some glimpses, snippets of memory that were blurry at times and at others, were crystal clear. The memory of snapping Sirius’ leg was one of the clear ones, the whimper of pain sounding loudly in his ears. From Remus’ lessons on werewolf culture, he knew that most new werewolves did not recognize their own family members and as such, they would tear them apart only to find the gruesome discovery when they transformed back after the full moon. Harry would have thought the wolf would have recognized Sirius as it had recognized Ginny that night.
Harry shook his head, dispelling the thoughts. It would be something to ask Dumbledore or Remus later.
Forty-five minutes later, he heard Madam Pomfrey speaking to Remus as the sound of curtains moving came over to him. His back straightened as Madam Pomfrey entered his area, Remus looking over her shoulder. “I’m heading to Dumbledore so we can talk about what will happen this school year. Once you and Ginny are done, meet us there.”
“Okay.” Remus gave Harry a small smile before leaving. The school nurse closed the curtains, making sure there weren’t any open spaces before casting a privacy charm. Harry watched somewhat warily as she flipped a couple of pages on her clipboard, her dark eyes moving speedily across. “So your last examination was when you were brought in after the attack on Hogwarts. I did a cursory examination of your body which included a visual examination of your body. At that time, everything was normal, besides the wounds Greyback inflicted on you before dying. With the new bit of information regarding your transformations, I believe it is prudent now to do a full examination as to create a new basis for your medical record.” Pomfrey made a notation on her board. “Mr. Potter, if you could please removed your gown now.”
Though Harry knew this was going to happen, he still hesitated. “I know this is embarrassing for you but we will need a record in case there is an emergency in the future.”
Taking in a deep breath, Harry undid the simple strings that kept the gown up. He slowly removed the gown and placed it on the bed, standing before Pomfrey.
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Poppy watched as Mr. Potter disrobed, subjecting the flesh that was being revealed to her medical eye. She noted with some satisfaction that the scars were actually healing quite nicely, an improvement from the thick, corded scars that ran over Mr. Lupin’s body. She felt sorry for them as well as Ms. Weasley as none of them were accustomed to the lack of privacy surrounding the status of being a werewolf. Rolling her shoulders back, she told Mr. Potter of what she was going to during the examination, noting that he tensed at a couple of spots, including a particular part.
She whispered a spell, a ghastly 3D image of Mr. Potter’s entire skeleton appearing right next to him. Poppy studied the anatomy closely. There were some slight differences that she could point right out. The bone surface seemed better adapted for providing more surface area for ligaments, tendons, and muscles to attack to. The rib cage also seemed more pronounced the cartilage more flexible to allow for even greater lung capacity. In the jaws, she could see the werewolf teeth lying flat along the inside, just like one would see in a muggle shark. The olfactory cavities were also bigger, an explanation for the increased sense of smell.
Poppy muttered another spell, the muscles and tendons appearing. Her earlier observations of increased muscle mass were confirmed. She noted the greater density in the muscle tissue, more tendons and ligaments present than what was seen in a normal human body. A flick of her wand switched out the muscles for the organs. The lungs and heart were also enlarged, no doubt to meet the demand of delivering more oxygen more efficiently as could be seen in the greater amount of pulmonary veins and capillaries around the lungs. Her sharp eyes caught sight of the reproductive organs, immediately noting their size. She looked at Mr. Potter’s groin, ignoring the blush creeping down his neck, her mind comparing what she saw to the normal range she had been taught in school.
“Have you performed any spells or charms on your penis?” She asked bluntly, picking up her clipboard again. She flipped to the notes she had taken down when Mr. Potter had been brought in. She saw no notations in regarding to the young teenager’s size. But then again, she had been too focused on the wounds.
“W-what?” A blush was forming on Mr. Potter’s face.
“It seems that there is a discrepancy in regards to the size of your penis. From the records or rather from the lack of them, it seems that your penis is enlarged. I must ask if you performed any charms to increase the size.”
“N-no-noo.” Poppy stared at him. Mr. Potter did not seem the type to perform such a spell. She wrote a note down on his chart before placing it down. “This will be uncomfortable but I need to check to see if everything is in working order.” She pulled out white gloves from her pocket, casting a cleaning charm on them as well as her wand.
“What are you going to do?”
“I will just palpitate your penis and testicles to check for any abnormalities that the charm might have missed.” She ignored the slight moan of embarrassment. Poppy knew from many years of experience that it would be better if she just got it over with than stop and try to have him relax.
Palpitating the testicles, she noted their size. There had been cases where the reproduction system in victims of lycanthropic attacks had seen an increase in vitality, fertility, and overall libido as well as enlarged physical features. Due to the age when Mr. Lupin had received his bite, Poppy had been unable to determine any changes in Mr. Lupin’s libido, vitality, or stamina. She then checked his penis, observing for abnormalities. In comparison to his penis, it would seem Mr. Potter had suffered it to a significantly larger extent than in normal cases. Letting him go, Poppy picked up her board. “Have you noticed anything unusual in regards to your groin, Mr. Potter?”
Harry flushed again, his eyes dropping to the side. “What?”
“Have you noticed any changes in your testicles, penis, such as their shape, any sensations that were unusual?”
Mr. Potter shifted, uncomfortable with the questioning. “Um, the clothes I have are a bit snug now, sometimes uncomfortably so. I just brushed it off as being slightly off due to the werewolf virus.”
“Increased urges to masturbate?”
The flush became deeper. “I noticed things I haven’t noticed before.”
“In particular to one person or to more than one?”
“Um, to one only, otherwise it’s like knowing what they last ate, what perfume they wore a few days ago or even if they took a shower.” Mr. Potter answered quickly.
“I’m not sure if you have Mr. Lupin has told you that some werewolves see changes in their body after the first full moon or even the day after being bitten. It can include enlargement of the penis and testicles as well as an increase in the concentration of semen, sexual urges, and stamina. I would like for you to give me a sample of your semen as well as a urine sample. Considering the drastic changes in your strain of Lycanthropy, every bit will have to be tested, I’m afraid. But first, I will have to draw some blood samples, Mr. Potter.” Poppy summoned a set of vials from her office, making sure she had the right set.
She wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Mr. Potter’s bicep. Soon, Poppy found the vein in his elbow and with precision born of skill she slid a double-ended hypodermic needle into the vein. She took the first Vacutainer tube and slid it into the exposed end of the needle, blood filling the container quickly. With a couple of minutes, she had full set of Vacutainers filled and the small puncture cleaned and bandaged. She removed the blood pressure cuff, making a mental note to have Severus with her when she was doing the testing.
Another summoning charm and Poppy handed Harry two large unbreakable vials. “They are charmed to hold a vast amount of fluid just in case. The loo is over there.” Mr. Potter fled to the safety of the loo before she could even finish the last syllable. Shaking head at what the poor boy had to go through, Poppy left to her office.
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Harry locked the door, slumping against it. Enlargement of the penis and testicles? He groaned, his head thumping against the door. Out of anything that could happen, it would have to be this. He had chalked the snuggier clothes to a growth spurt. Since arriving at Hogwarts and getting proper meals, he had grown quite a bit. Before the attack, he had been around five-foot-nine when he had stood only at five-foot when he had entered Hogwarts for the first time.
And when you shared a dorm with four other boys who were also hot-blooded males, there were things you heard. You also caught sight of male flesh. Harry always believed himself average, at least in comparison with others. Sure he had wanked once or twice last year but since the attack, he had been wanking quite a bit. Considering the other boys wanked as well if the noises in the boy dormitory were any signs, Harry had thought it was just a normal reaction.
I doubt wanking off on the image of a naked Ginny being taken by you in your wolf form is normal for other boys. His mind whispered. They don’t fantasize of being wolf and running in the deep forests or taking their girls under the full moon.
Sliding a hand under the gown, he felt himself. It felt normal to him, nothing out of place. Harry removed his hand, heading to the single toilet in the small cubicle. He closed the stall door, setting a vial on the tank. The glass vial in his twinkled as if mocking him. Harry shook his head. Better to get it over with.
Curling his fingers around his shaft, he began stroking himself. He began to harden, blood rushing down. Firm strokes, up and down. Harry closed his eyes, letting his head fall backward as he began to pant, leaning against the stall door. Fire was curling in his belly, a deep slow burn.
He grunted, hips thrusting forward . . .
Into the wet channel, the warm channel clamping down on him as he pounded into Ginny’s willing body. Her fingers were clawing down his back, her firm legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him in the cradle of her thighs. Blood was rushing in his ears, the howl of the wolf inside echoing.
“Harry!” Ginny threw her head back, baring his throat to him. The feral urge to mark overcame him, his head going to the pulsing point, his teeth enclosing around the soft flesh. She screamed as he bit her, her channel tightening beyond imagination. YES! He slammed home, his climax roaring through his body, his seed emptying . . .
In his hand, the vial was full of a white, cloudy liquid. Harry panted, his blood rushing loudly in his veins. Sweat covered his neck and face, black locks plastered to his forehead. Shakily, he straightened, corking the vial while trying not to think what was in there. A few minutes later, Harry walked out of the bathroom, the two wrenched vials in hand, face washed. He took a seat on the bed again, handing the vials to the waiting nurse.
Madam Pomfrey checked Harry’s blood pressure. Pulling out another set of vials, she drew some more blood. “I will send a copy of my results to you and Professor Snape and Dumbledore as I hear our former Potions Master is searching for a new Wolfsbane potion. I believe that will be all for today.” The school nurse canceled the privacy charm around the bed, Banishing Harry’s chart to her office. She slipped into Ginny’s area. “Ms. Weasley.” The sounds faded instantly.
Harry Vanished his gown, walking over to the chair in front of Madam Pomfrey’s office. He held his hands in front of his face, trying to see the differences that Madam Pomfrey had seen. The veins running just under his skin looked the same, the blue lines disappearing back into his skin before popping up in his fingers. His forearms looked the same as well, nothing spectacular about them. Sure, he had noticed the increased strength which was normal as he had seen times when Remus would bend something that a normal human couldn’t do. He also remembered the lessons Snape had gone over back in third year.
Time passed as Harry let his thoughts roam, finding discrepancies that he had never noticed before during his time at Grimmauld place. Harry knew it was due to the fact that everything else took a back seat while he focused on what he had done to Ginny.
The curtains were pulled noiselessly as Ginny came out in her gown, heading to the same bathroom that Harry had used earlier, a vial in her hand. Out of courtesy, Harry kept his eyes on the floor, knowing Madam Pomfrey was watching him. Ginny came back a few minutes later, going back behind the curtains.
If he had an enlarged penis and testicles, did Ginny experienced the same symptoms in regards to her body? She looked the same; the long red locks, bright brown eyes, a fair complexion, firm body but nothing really out of the ordinary. She had been well endowed as Harry had noticed that when they were going out last year.
The curtains moved a final time, a blushing Ginny stepping to head quickly to Harry’s side. “Let’s head up to Dumbledore’s office now. Madam Pomfrey said she’ll be there as soon as she can to tell them about the preliminary results she has.”
“Sure.” Harry wondered just how much Madam Pomfrey would tell the waiting adults. They climbed the moving stairs as quickly as they could. They came before the gargoyle and before Harry could mutter the password, it jumped to the side, the revolving stairs appearing.
At Harry’s knock, they entered to see Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, Sirius, Remus, and Ginny’s parents sitting before him as well as a familiar witch. It took a second for Harry to realize that it was Susan’s aunt, Amelia Bones, the former MLE director and now Minister of Magic.
The woman stood up, her hand going out which Harry took. “Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley, it’s good to see the both of you moving about after the attack on Hogwarts. I was very concerned when Dumbledore informed me that you were reported missing and suspected to be in the hands of Fenrir Greyback. We all very relieved when the both of you were found.”
“Thanks.” Harry released the Minister’s hand, going to sit between Remus and Sirius while Ginny took the seat to the left of her dad.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here when I should be at the Ministry coordinating efforts against Tom Riddle.” Amelia said, retaking her seat.
“Kind of, yes.”
“Harry, I’m sure you know that the traditional rules of Hogwarts states that werewolves are not allowed at this school due to various concerns, the most being the blood purity with the safety of the children a close second.” Dumbledore said, resting his arms on the desk. “But now, with the creation of the Wolfsbane and Amelia’s efforts, a new legislation is being passed through the School Board as well as the Wizengamot that would allow werewolf children to attend Hogwarts just like any normal child. Of course, they would have to floo to the Ministry during the night of the full moon as a safety precaution.”
“That would be great.” Ginny said blushing as the adults looked at her.
“Indeed, it is. Ms. Weasley. It has gone on for far too long to discriminate against children who have no control over their fate when bitten. However, there are concerns that arise with the passing of the new law. One would be the mental turmoil as the moon approaches the culmination of its phases. Some have argued that the closer it gets the more unpredictable the moods of the werewolves become which could lead them to be prodded into fights and such.”
Remus nodded his head in affirmation. “That is certainly a concern. During my time at Hogwarts, I would become stressed as the full moon came closer. Luckily, when my friends found out about my lycanthropy, they took it upon themselves to turn people’s eyes away from my exhausted state as well as general aggressiveness.”
“We won’t have that luxury here I’m afraid. There is no doubt that some students will believe it worthy to prod a werewolf into fighting.” Amelia’s eyes fell on Harry who tensed in response. “That brings us to you, Mr. Potter. Albus has informed me of the changes in your lycanthropy which at the present is assumed to be reflected in Ms. Weasley as she was infected by you and not Greyback. I have concerns that there is more to this lycanthropy strain that we have seen so far.”
“I can assure you, Amelia. Mr. Potter is in control of his wolf.”
Amelia held up a hand. “That maybe so, Albus but you know as well as I do that so far, Mr. Potter has not been in any stressful situations since the attack other than the last night. I need assurance that Mr. Potter’s wolf won’t be coming out if provoked at Hogwarts.”
Sirius stroked his chin. “We are starting training lessons for Harry next week with Auror Shacklebolt. I’m sure if anything were to happen it would be then due to the amount of adrenaline being released into the bloodstream.”
“We could also see if anything happens when we take Harry out to Diagon Alley to get his things.” Remus added. “Considering the Wizarding World will find out about Harry sooner or later, there will be many confrontations up and coming, there will be many opportunities for Harry to be provoked.”
“But if he were to attack someone, it would lend credence that werewolves are mindless creatures.” Amelia pointed out. “All of our hard work would be undone even if the smallest of aggression is perceived.”
“The only way for that not to happen is if Harry learns to control his emotions.” Dumbledore looked at the teen who was watching with a guarded expression, his anguish evident in his green eyes. “Harry, are you willing to try and learn Occlumency this year?”
“We tried that in my fifth year, professor. It didn’t quite work out, remember?”
“That was with Professor Snape. Would you be willing to try if I were the one to teach you?”
Harry perked up. “I guess so. It wouldn’t hurt to try but I thought Occlumency was all about learning how to defend one’s mind from Legilimens’ attacks?”
“The key to learning how to defend one’s mind is to learn your mind in its entirety, learning one’s weaknesses, one’s strengths, one’s faults. It can also teach you how to control your emotions when they are raging out of control.” Harry nodded in understanding, knowing the point the professor was getting at.
“I’m sure you will keep me updated on Mr. Potter’s progress.” The Minister stood, nodding at everyone in farewell. “I’m sure my niece will be quite interested if you are to reform the DA. She was so looking forward to it last year.” With a final farewell, Amelia flooed out back to the Minister’s office.
“Professor, if I don’t get the wolf under control, will that mean that I won’t be able to go to Hogwarts.”
“I’m afraid so, Harry but I have faith in your ability to control it.” Dumbledore glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s parents. “Ms. Granger will be coming to Grimmauld Place in two days. After she is settled, her and the two Mr. Weasleys will begin their Animagus training with Minerva.”
“Will they be flooing here every day for their lessons or will they take place at Grimmauld?” Mr. Weasley asked.
The headmaster leaned back in his chair, blue eyes serious. “Grimmauld Place is covered by a Fidelius Charm and is the Headquarter of the Order. However, Hogwarts herself provides more resources and greater protection as Voldemort won’t dare to attack with a full scale assault. The lessons can be held at Grimmauld but the Auror training will be better handled here on Hogwarts grounds.”
Harry perked up a bit. “Would it be possible for me to spend the nights here instead at Grimmauld Place?” He didn’t like the house for the same reasons Sirius did not; despite being a large townhouse, it still had a feeling of claustrophobic around it.
“We could do that but the school has always been free of students during the hols. Sirius? Arthur?”
“Grimmauld Place is too cramped for effective dueling lessons. Kingsley could take advantage of the grounds Hogwarts presents, including the Forbidden Forest.” Harry caught sight of the glimmer in Sirius’ eye at this. It was a second before he realized that Sirius had ran through the Forbidden Forest in his dog form with his dad.
“I have been thinking since last night. If Voldemort was to find about this new werewolf strain, there will be no doubt in mind that he will try to kidnap Harry or Ginny to get a sample of it. This would make her a target and as such, she would have to learn how to defend herself against attacks. Since it would be easier on her to stay at Hogwarts, I would have to give my permission as long as someone stays with the two of them.”
“I can do that.” Remus spoke up before Molly could even open her mouth. “As a werewolf, I’m the better choice since I know most of what they are going through.”
“Which brings us to what Madam Pomfrey observed during her examinations.”
Remus leaned forward. “She found nothing unusual in my examination. Just a few more scars and such since the last time I had one.”
“Harry?”
“She said she was coming here to tell you herself.” Before he could even finish, a knock sounded at the door. Dumbledore called for them to come in, Madam Pomfrey stepping in.
“Ah, Poppy, we just started discussing any results you might have found? Tea? Lemon drops?”
“Tea, thank you.” A tray appeared before the nurse as she sat down in a conjured chair. “I have found quite a number of differences with Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley.” She opened the folders in her hands. “As you all know, werewolves see an increase in their strength, speed, smell, hearing, etc. The strength of course comes from the changes in skeletal structure and muscle density. However, on top of these regular changes, I noted that Mr. Potter’s human body has also been changed in regards to lung capacity, blood pumping potential, and reproduction.” Harry’s head dropped when she said that.
“If I would have to sum everything I found in a few words, I would have to say Mr. Potter’s body has changed to become more that of a predator.”
“And Ms. Weasley?”
“She has the same changes. Everything I saw in her was a mirror image of the changes I found in Mr. Potter. I have withdrawn a number of vials of blood for testing to see if there are hormone changes.” Harry was grateful that she didn’t go into details. “However, there are a few things I must speak to the guardians about.” Harry let his head fall back. “But other than that, I don’t know much to tell you, Albus. I’m sure with Snape heading to Transylvania tomorrow, we’ll learn more about this strain soon.”
“The question will be if we can learn enough in time for the next full moon.”
“Is that all, Albus? I’m sure everyone would like a lay in today.” Sirius said, getting up. Harry got up as well.
“I think that will be all. We do have an Order meeting on Saturday. We will have to discuss a number of issues then.”
“Professor, when will the Occlumency lessons start if the Auror lessons will start next week?” Harry asked after taking a step to the fireplace.
“We can have the first lessons on Friday with your moving to Hogwarts the day after your birthday.” The old mage turned to the Weasleys. “I am correct that Bill and Fleur’s wedding is moving forward still?”
“Yes, after a talk with her parents, we’ve decided to continue with the wedding plans. The burrow is still secure enough for us to hold the party that day.”
“Good, good. We can’t have Tom dictate our life when he has take already so much away from us. Sirius, I will owl you the time you should expect Ms. Granger to be appearing by Portkey. Farewell until we meet again.” Harry said his farewells as well before throwing a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace and disappearing in a swirl of green flame.
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Spyridon: Sorry for taking so long. This chapter was difficult and with the school, it was just daunting at time. I know this is the best I can do for now so I will just have to soldier on. Reviews are greatly welcomed!
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Chapter Seven: Reactions and Examinations
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The first thing Harry felt was the incredible pain was various bones realigned themselves back to their original positions. His muscles rippled, tearing and stretching to retake their natural positions. The sharp teeth lining his mouth dug back into his jaws, his regular human teeth erupting out. His spine snapped back into the natural s-curve of a human, ribs shrinking back. With one final scream, Harry collapsed on his side, panting for breath, eyes closed tightly. He shivered in the biting cold of the morning air, the chill seeping into his bones from the stone floor even as echoes of pain rippled through his nervous system.
A shadow blotted out the light. Warmth covered his him as a heavy blanket was placed on him, a hand lying gently on his shoulder. “Harry, are you okay?”
Harry closed his eyes even tighter. How much he wanted to accept comfort from his godfather but the suffocating guilt stopped him. Harry desperately wished the events of last night had all been a horrible nightmare, just something he had dreamed. But he knew in his head, it wasn’t. “I’m so sorry, Sirius, I tried to stop myself but I couldn’t. I tried so hard. Please it get it out of me, Sirius, get it out!” He begged, shrinking into himself, trying to burrow under the blanket.
“Harry there’s no way you could have controlled yourself without the Wolfsbane,” Sirius said gently. A pause, then, “The wolf is a part of you now, there’s no way to get it out.”
“NO! I don’t want it!” Harry screamed into his arms. “Get it out! GET IT OUT!” Reaching up, Harry dug his nails into his skin as he began to scratch himself in an attempt to tear out the werewolf from inside. Blood welled up as his nails dug into his skin, ripping slices off. Sirius, ignoring the pain in his newly healed leg, threw himself to stop Harry from hurting himself even further. From across the room, he could see Charlie and Bill looking at him worriedly as Harry continued to thrash in an attempt to break free. The whole time, Harry was screaming for them to kill the animal, tears rolling down Harry’s pale face. Sirius just held on best as he could, rocking his godson back in forth.
Ginny watched her boyfriend fall apart from the safety of Bill’s arms. She knew part of Harry’s current guilt stemmed from the night in May. How much she wanted to help Harry but angered over the fact that she didn’t know what to do other than stand by him.
After a while, Harry slumped in defeat, his tears trickling to quiet sobs and shudders. The small wounds caused from his nails already ceasing to bleed. “I can’t deal with this. It’s too much. I-I can’t. I’m not strong enough. It’s too much.”
“We’ll help you through this, Harry. You are strong. Never doubt that. It will take a while but Snape is now working on a new Wolfsbane potion for you and Ginny so that it won’t happen again. You’ll just have to hang on. Come on. Let’s get you to your room.” Gently, Sirius helped Harry climb to his feet and slip into the black robe, covering his godson up. By then, Charlie had already taken care of Remus who was still moving groggily due to the aftereffects of the potion for the concussion Pomfrey had given him. As Harry passed them, Remus carefully laid a hand on Harry, offering the younger boy a small smile of assurance, a sign that everything had been forgiven.
Harry silently followed Sirius up the stairs past the titanium doors, Bill and Ginny right behind him. With each step Sirius took, Harry could see the slight limp his godfather had. It only made the guilt bear down on his shoulders even more.
They walked out in the hallway just in time to hear someone yelling in the kitchen. Harry’s sensitive ears picked up the voice more clearly and knew it was Mrs. Weasley yelling. In his head, he knew that the best route was for him to follow Sirius up to his room but something was pulling him to the kitchen. He pulled his arm out from Sirius’ grip, walking unsteadily to the kitchen door, ignoring the calls from everyone. With a small push, he opened it.
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“I can’t do this.” Molly said an expression of despair written all over her face. “I can’t see them as uncontrollable beasts without thinking. . . .” She trailed off, fumbling around the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Seeing the effects of the Death Eater attack on Hogwarts was finally hitting her fully. Of course, she knew her daughter was a werewolf. There was no doubt that she had been marked by Harry as the jagged scars over the young boy had been a dead giveaway to his new status but actually seeing the violent transformation that her daughter would have to go through every month had slammed the fact home.
Then watching Harry attempting to mount Ginny had her going into a right state. She had followed Arthur and Charlie down the stairs but when she had caught sight of what the black wolf was doing she had fled, the words of the creature warding curse Charlie was casting on Harry following her up the dark stairs. It was in the kitchen, she had made her decision.
She could not have her daughter being anywhere near Harry.
“Molly, we have to be there for them. Even though Amelia is pushing through the new werewolf laws, there still will be a number of people opposed to letting werewolves be treated as normal citizens. We have to appear as a united front.” Arthur stopped, watching his wife of over 20 years freeze at his words. “This isn’t only about them being werewolves, is it?”
The redheaded woman bit down on her lip, seeming to say something but at the same time, not wanting to.
“Go ahead, Molly, say it. Better get it all out in the open before one of them hears it.” Arthur said, nodding toward the basement.
“He’s having sex with our fifteen year old daughter. She’s too young to be lying down with a boy. We’re expected to let him have his way with her because they are werewolves? No, Arthur, I will not have it. I don’t want him near Ginny, even though I see him as one our seventh son.”
“You know he did not want this. I’ve talked to Remus and he told me that Harry had been depressed ever since returning from Hogwarts. He refused to talk to either of them because the guilt was consuming him. You’ve seen how Harry acted once we got here. It seems Ginny was able to get through to him and they’ve been talking. Also, the night in the forest was their first time and last until they decide on their own.”
“It doesn’t matter, Arthur. When he transforms, he turns into a beast, one that wants our daughter by any means, even if it means killing someone to get to her.”
Arthur’s voice became a little frosty, perturbed at her words. “That isn’t true, Molly, and you know it. I know you wanted Harry to go out with Ginny and when Ron wrote us that she had finally gotten out with Harry on a date, you were ecstatic.”
“Did you not see the way he was mounting her last night, Arthur?!” Molly all but shouted out at her husband, a few strands falling into her face.
Arthur rubbed his temples. “Molly, they are werewolves and as such some moral ethics no longer apply to them. Remus told me that it is common for mated werewolves to come together during the night of the full moon. When Ginny is old enough, she will decide what she wants and you have to accept her decision.”
“No, she is my daughter and she will do what I say.” Molly shouted. “I will not have her sleeping with him like some scarlet woman, much less an animal. If he can’t control the monster inside of him, then I want him away from her.” Molly would have said more but Arthur’s face had her stopping in mid rant. Following his eyes, Molly turned around to see everyone standing just inside the kitchen door.
Her eyes caught Harry’s saddened green eyes, seeing the hurt swirling in them. “Harry,” she started.
The raven-haired teen said nothing. He just calmly turned around and disappeared down the hall, ignoring the hand Ginny had placed on his arm.
“What the bloody hell was that?” Sirius asked in a low voice. “My godson is not an animal, Molly Weasley. How DARE you say such a thing after all he has done for your family.” Remus moved forward, clamping a hand on the dog Animagus’ shoulder.
“Sirius, calm down, fighting like this won’t help anything or anyone. Molly is just stressed out from last night.”
The black-haired man shrugged off his friend’s hand, glaring at the Weasley Matriarch. “We all are and none of us are calling Harry an animal. You’re acting like all of this is Harry’s fault when it isn’t.”
“I did not mean it in the way it came out. I’m just concerned on the effects this will have on my daughter. I won’t let her lay down with a boy-“
“That’s not your decision to make, mother.” Ginny spat, her brown eyes flashing. “I remember hearing that you laid down with dad back in Hogwarts. At least I have an excuse. What was yours?” Molly gasped, paling at the question. “You call Harry an animal because he’s a werewolf. Remus and I are werewolves too. Bill got scratched up by Greyback during the fight and he now has some slight werewolf urges in him. Are we all animals now, fit to be lead around on a leash because we’re uncontrollable and dangerous?” Ginny asked, face red with anger.
Molly opened her mouth to say more but was quickly silenced by Arthur. “That is enough. Fighting won’t be helping us at the moment. As it is, Remus, Harry, and Ginny are exhausted from last night’s transformation. All three of them need to head to Hogwarts for full medical examinations by Poppy as we need to figure out why the Wolfsbane didn’t work as it should have last night.” Ginny straightened her back, glaring at her mother as she turned and left.
She climbed the stairs quickly, knowing that Harry would be in dark mood for the rest of the way if nothing happened to calm him down. Below, she could hear them moving about the kitchen, a couple of doors slamming in her wake.
She had always thought her family would always be able to get through anything, their love and loyalty persevering. The moment Harry and her had turned into werewolves, it seemed her family was pulling itself apart. Ginny was saddened that her mother couldn’t handle the fact that Ginny was no longer a virgin. Ever since she was old enough to understand, her mother had always told her that a respectable young lady never laid down with another boy until the night of their marriage. By the time she was 13, Ginny had figured that her mother had gotten pregnant with Bill before her marriage to Ginny’s dad and had Bill three months into her seventh year. They had married during the summer of 1970 when her mum had been 5 months pregnant. Despite knowing her mother, Ginny had hoped that Molly Weasley would take this in stride but it was not to be.
Coming out on the landing, she walked straight to Harry’s room. Knocking once, she opened the door and slipped inside. Harry was standing at the closet, still dressed in his black robes, his movements hard and furious.
Saying nothing, Ginny sat on his bed, gazing out the window.
Harry pulled off his robes and throwing them into a corner.
Ginny’s eyes flicked to his naked body, traveling up and down his lithe form. The ugly scars from Greyback’s attacks were visible; pale pink, thin jagged lines running from his back, side, and front. The actual bite mark was clearly visible on his side, a mass of scar tissue over the area of his ribs on his left side. She ripped her eyes away as dark fabric covered it, Harry tugging the shirt down. He followed it up with clean boxers and dark jeans.
She walked to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Harry tensed before relaxing, turning around to wrap his own arms around her as well. Wanting more contact, Ginny raised her arm and brought Harry’s head down for a deep kiss.
Harry closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her lips against him, the lavender scent wafting into his nose. His arms tightened as the thought that someone was trying to take this away from him came unbidden into his mind. Inside his chest, the wolf beast growled, head lowering in threat. Breaking the kiss, Harry leaned his forehead against Ginny’s, clenching his jaw.
“Harry?”
“Just give me a second.” Slowly, the wolf quieted, slipping back into the dark recesses of his mind.
“What are you going to do?” Ginny asked, twirling her fingers into the thick locks at the back of Harry’s head. “Before you would have usually listened to my mother.”
“That was then, Ginny.” Harry answered, breathing in her scent. “I’m older now as well as an adult. I may look up to her as my surrogate mother but she isn’t the one I want to spend my entire life with.” Harry trailed his lips over Ginny’s skin. “If I have to decide between you and her, there’s no question that I will pick you.”
Ginny hummed, her mouth going to his neck, nibbling along the jugular. Harry grunted slightly as he felt himself hardening. The wolf’s pricked at his conscious, the animal lust rising.
“We have to stop.” Harry croaked out, his voice deepening.
“I don’t want to.”
Gathering all of his mental strength and will, Harry pushed himself away from Ginny. “We have to Ginny otherwise it will only lend credence to your mum’s words. It’s already bad enough that your brother hates me for what happened.” Harry said, breathing hard.
Ginny slid a hand down her face. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done-“
“It wasn’t your fault.” Harry looked at her, seeing the bags under Ginny’s eyes as well as the tiredness in her stance. “You should get dressed. I’m sure Sirius and Professor Dumbledore will want to talk to us about what happened last night.” Rather than risking a kiss, Ginny nodded, leaving Harry alone to go to her room.
Sighing, Harry raked a hand through his hair, hearing the echoing words of Mrs. Weasley in his head. If he can’t control the monster inside of him, then I want him away from her. She had called him what at times he had called himself. Even now, the wolf was growling inside at the words, lips bared in fury. He had a feeling that no one knew the real reason why he had left. Sure, the words Ginny’s mum had said did wound him but it wasn’t the reason he had turned and walked away without a word. No, he did it because the wolf had threatened to come out, bashing against his mind in raging fury. The urge to rip Mrs. Weasley apart had scared him, frightened him that he had felt the need to kill her for threatening to take his mate from him.
He sat down on the bed, tugging on his sneakers. Before anything could happen, Harry needed a way to find how to control the beast waiting slightly within his soul. He had to before it could win a battle and kill someone.
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“Professor Dumbledore tells me there was a complication with last night’s transformation.” Madam Pomfrey looked at the two teens and the single adult sitting before her. “Would you care to explain what happened?”
Remus, Harry, and Ginny had flooed to Hogwarts with Ginny’s parents and Sirius. The group had been tense during the time Dumbledore had spoken them of what he had asked Madam Pomfrey to do. Harry himself had stayed as far away as from Mrs. Weasley without seeming to be rude. Harry Ginny stayed by his side, ignoring the looks her mum were sending her. Once Dumbledore had dismissed them, Harry had caught sight of her mum sitting up straighter as if preparing to start her rant once they had left. Now he found himself sitting in Madam Pomfrey’s office with Remus and Ginny.
“According to Arthur and Sirius, Harry transformed into a different lycan form which has never been seen before, after being stressed by Charlie Weasley. Ginny didn’t but we’re assuming she can too as she was turned by Harry.” Remus stated quietly.
Pomfrey eyed the teens that were sinking into their chairs with embarrassment. “I’m afraid the only way we’ll find out more about what changed in regards to their strain of the werewolf virus will only be discovered if we do a full, thorough examination of them. It would be greatly appreciated if we are able to get Mr. Potter’s medical records from the Muggle world as Ms. Weasley’s can easily be requested from St. Mungo’s. We will have to see if there were pre-existing conditions that became active once Mr. Potter was infected.” With a flick of her wand, Pomfrey summoned three sets of medical gowns. “You will have to wear these while I’m examining you. Each of you will take a curtained bed. I will be out there in a second.”
The three grabbed their gowns and headed into the infirmary.
“What does she mean a full and thorough examination?” Harry asked Remus who seemed familiar with this procedure.
The older werewolf winced. “She will basically create a medical record of your natural body’s functions, such as normal blood pressure, current weight, any abnormalities, etc etc. And when she means thorough, she means it.” Remus gestured to Harry’s groin, the two teens blushing at the gesture.
“Yo-you mean she’ll h-have us, you know.” Ginny stuttered.
“For the men, it’s a little more evasive as we actually will have to provide her a sample but for the women, it’s less as there is a charm to find out that little tidbit. They have to have a record in case something comes up later where they will need a basis for comparison.” Remus grabbed a hold of the curtain. “I suggest changing now. Pomfrey likes to work quickly.”
Ginny took the last curtained bed while Harry took the middle. Stripping out of his clothes, he placed the thin, flimsy medical gown on, noticing how similar it was to the ones in the muggle world. Within a few minutes, Pomfrey came back and from the sounds of it started with Remus. He couldn’t hear anything, no doubt one of the adults casting a privacy spell. During the whole time, Harry sat on the bed, swinging his legs as he thought about what Remus had told him when they were walking down to the infirmary.
He had some glimpses, snippets of memory that were blurry at times and at others, were crystal clear. The memory of snapping Sirius’ leg was one of the clear ones, the whimper of pain sounding loudly in his ears. From Remus’ lessons on werewolf culture, he knew that most new werewolves did not recognize their own family members and as such, they would tear them apart only to find the gruesome discovery when they transformed back after the full moon. Harry would have thought the wolf would have recognized Sirius as it had recognized Ginny that night.
Harry shook his head, dispelling the thoughts. It would be something to ask Dumbledore or Remus later.
Forty-five minutes later, he heard Madam Pomfrey speaking to Remus as the sound of curtains moving came over to him. His back straightened as Madam Pomfrey entered his area, Remus looking over her shoulder. “I’m heading to Dumbledore so we can talk about what will happen this school year. Once you and Ginny are done, meet us there.”
“Okay.” Remus gave Harry a small smile before leaving. The school nurse closed the curtains, making sure there weren’t any open spaces before casting a privacy charm. Harry watched somewhat warily as she flipped a couple of pages on her clipboard, her dark eyes moving speedily across. “So your last examination was when you were brought in after the attack on Hogwarts. I did a cursory examination of your body which included a visual examination of your body. At that time, everything was normal, besides the wounds Greyback inflicted on you before dying. With the new bit of information regarding your transformations, I believe it is prudent now to do a full examination as to create a new basis for your medical record.” Pomfrey made a notation on her board. “Mr. Potter, if you could please removed your gown now.”
Though Harry knew this was going to happen, he still hesitated. “I know this is embarrassing for you but we will need a record in case there is an emergency in the future.”
Taking in a deep breath, Harry undid the simple strings that kept the gown up. He slowly removed the gown and placed it on the bed, standing before Pomfrey.
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Poppy watched as Mr. Potter disrobed, subjecting the flesh that was being revealed to her medical eye. She noted with some satisfaction that the scars were actually healing quite nicely, an improvement from the thick, corded scars that ran over Mr. Lupin’s body. She felt sorry for them as well as Ms. Weasley as none of them were accustomed to the lack of privacy surrounding the status of being a werewolf. Rolling her shoulders back, she told Mr. Potter of what she was going to during the examination, noting that he tensed at a couple of spots, including a particular part.
She whispered a spell, a ghastly 3D image of Mr. Potter’s entire skeleton appearing right next to him. Poppy studied the anatomy closely. There were some slight differences that she could point right out. The bone surface seemed better adapted for providing more surface area for ligaments, tendons, and muscles to attack to. The rib cage also seemed more pronounced the cartilage more flexible to allow for even greater lung capacity. In the jaws, she could see the werewolf teeth lying flat along the inside, just like one would see in a muggle shark. The olfactory cavities were also bigger, an explanation for the increased sense of smell.
Poppy muttered another spell, the muscles and tendons appearing. Her earlier observations of increased muscle mass were confirmed. She noted the greater density in the muscle tissue, more tendons and ligaments present than what was seen in a normal human body. A flick of her wand switched out the muscles for the organs. The lungs and heart were also enlarged, no doubt to meet the demand of delivering more oxygen more efficiently as could be seen in the greater amount of pulmonary veins and capillaries around the lungs. Her sharp eyes caught sight of the reproductive organs, immediately noting their size. She looked at Mr. Potter’s groin, ignoring the blush creeping down his neck, her mind comparing what she saw to the normal range she had been taught in school.
“Have you performed any spells or charms on your penis?” She asked bluntly, picking up her clipboard again. She flipped to the notes she had taken down when Mr. Potter had been brought in. She saw no notations in regarding to the young teenager’s size. But then again, she had been too focused on the wounds.
“W-what?” A blush was forming on Mr. Potter’s face.
“It seems that there is a discrepancy in regards to the size of your penis. From the records or rather from the lack of them, it seems that your penis is enlarged. I must ask if you performed any charms to increase the size.”
“N-no-noo.” Poppy stared at him. Mr. Potter did not seem the type to perform such a spell. She wrote a note down on his chart before placing it down. “This will be uncomfortable but I need to check to see if everything is in working order.” She pulled out white gloves from her pocket, casting a cleaning charm on them as well as her wand.
“What are you going to do?”
“I will just palpitate your penis and testicles to check for any abnormalities that the charm might have missed.” She ignored the slight moan of embarrassment. Poppy knew from many years of experience that it would be better if she just got it over with than stop and try to have him relax.
Palpitating the testicles, she noted their size. There had been cases where the reproduction system in victims of lycanthropic attacks had seen an increase in vitality, fertility, and overall libido as well as enlarged physical features. Due to the age when Mr. Lupin had received his bite, Poppy had been unable to determine any changes in Mr. Lupin’s libido, vitality, or stamina. She then checked his penis, observing for abnormalities. In comparison to his penis, it would seem Mr. Potter had suffered it to a significantly larger extent than in normal cases. Letting him go, Poppy picked up her board. “Have you noticed anything unusual in regards to your groin, Mr. Potter?”
Harry flushed again, his eyes dropping to the side. “What?”
“Have you noticed any changes in your testicles, penis, such as their shape, any sensations that were unusual?”
Mr. Potter shifted, uncomfortable with the questioning. “Um, the clothes I have are a bit snug now, sometimes uncomfortably so. I just brushed it off as being slightly off due to the werewolf virus.”
“Increased urges to masturbate?”
The flush became deeper. “I noticed things I haven’t noticed before.”
“In particular to one person or to more than one?”
“Um, to one only, otherwise it’s like knowing what they last ate, what perfume they wore a few days ago or even if they took a shower.” Mr. Potter answered quickly.
“I’m not sure if you have Mr. Lupin has told you that some werewolves see changes in their body after the first full moon or even the day after being bitten. It can include enlargement of the penis and testicles as well as an increase in the concentration of semen, sexual urges, and stamina. I would like for you to give me a sample of your semen as well as a urine sample. Considering the drastic changes in your strain of Lycanthropy, every bit will have to be tested, I’m afraid. But first, I will have to draw some blood samples, Mr. Potter.” Poppy summoned a set of vials from her office, making sure she had the right set.
She wrapped the blood pressure cuff around Mr. Potter’s bicep. Soon, Poppy found the vein in his elbow and with precision born of skill she slid a double-ended hypodermic needle into the vein. She took the first Vacutainer tube and slid it into the exposed end of the needle, blood filling the container quickly. With a couple of minutes, she had full set of Vacutainers filled and the small puncture cleaned and bandaged. She removed the blood pressure cuff, making a mental note to have Severus with her when she was doing the testing.
Another summoning charm and Poppy handed Harry two large unbreakable vials. “They are charmed to hold a vast amount of fluid just in case. The loo is over there.” Mr. Potter fled to the safety of the loo before she could even finish the last syllable. Shaking head at what the poor boy had to go through, Poppy left to her office.
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Harry locked the door, slumping against it. Enlargement of the penis and testicles? He groaned, his head thumping against the door. Out of anything that could happen, it would have to be this. He had chalked the snuggier clothes to a growth spurt. Since arriving at Hogwarts and getting proper meals, he had grown quite a bit. Before the attack, he had been around five-foot-nine when he had stood only at five-foot when he had entered Hogwarts for the first time.
And when you shared a dorm with four other boys who were also hot-blooded males, there were things you heard. You also caught sight of male flesh. Harry always believed himself average, at least in comparison with others. Sure he had wanked once or twice last year but since the attack, he had been wanking quite a bit. Considering the other boys wanked as well if the noises in the boy dormitory were any signs, Harry had thought it was just a normal reaction.
I doubt wanking off on the image of a naked Ginny being taken by you in your wolf form is normal for other boys. His mind whispered. They don’t fantasize of being wolf and running in the deep forests or taking their girls under the full moon.
Sliding a hand under the gown, he felt himself. It felt normal to him, nothing out of place. Harry removed his hand, heading to the single toilet in the small cubicle. He closed the stall door, setting a vial on the tank. The glass vial in his twinkled as if mocking him. Harry shook his head. Better to get it over with.
Curling his fingers around his shaft, he began stroking himself. He began to harden, blood rushing down. Firm strokes, up and down. Harry closed his eyes, letting his head fall backward as he began to pant, leaning against the stall door. Fire was curling in his belly, a deep slow burn.
He grunted, hips thrusting forward . . .
Into the wet channel, the warm channel clamping down on him as he pounded into Ginny’s willing body. Her fingers were clawing down his back, her firm legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him in the cradle of her thighs. Blood was rushing in his ears, the howl of the wolf inside echoing.
“Harry!” Ginny threw her head back, baring his throat to him. The feral urge to mark overcame him, his head going to the pulsing point, his teeth enclosing around the soft flesh. She screamed as he bit her, her channel tightening beyond imagination. YES! He slammed home, his climax roaring through his body, his seed emptying . . .
In his hand, the vial was full of a white, cloudy liquid. Harry panted, his blood rushing loudly in his veins. Sweat covered his neck and face, black locks plastered to his forehead. Shakily, he straightened, corking the vial while trying not to think what was in there. A few minutes later, Harry walked out of the bathroom, the two wrenched vials in hand, face washed. He took a seat on the bed again, handing the vials to the waiting nurse.
Madam Pomfrey checked Harry’s blood pressure. Pulling out another set of vials, she drew some more blood. “I will send a copy of my results to you and Professor Snape and Dumbledore as I hear our former Potions Master is searching for a new Wolfsbane potion. I believe that will be all for today.” The school nurse canceled the privacy charm around the bed, Banishing Harry’s chart to her office. She slipped into Ginny’s area. “Ms. Weasley.” The sounds faded instantly.
Harry Vanished his gown, walking over to the chair in front of Madam Pomfrey’s office. He held his hands in front of his face, trying to see the differences that Madam Pomfrey had seen. The veins running just under his skin looked the same, the blue lines disappearing back into his skin before popping up in his fingers. His forearms looked the same as well, nothing spectacular about them. Sure, he had noticed the increased strength which was normal as he had seen times when Remus would bend something that a normal human couldn’t do. He also remembered the lessons Snape had gone over back in third year.
Time passed as Harry let his thoughts roam, finding discrepancies that he had never noticed before during his time at Grimmauld place. Harry knew it was due to the fact that everything else took a back seat while he focused on what he had done to Ginny.
The curtains were pulled noiselessly as Ginny came out in her gown, heading to the same bathroom that Harry had used earlier, a vial in her hand. Out of courtesy, Harry kept his eyes on the floor, knowing Madam Pomfrey was watching him. Ginny came back a few minutes later, going back behind the curtains.
If he had an enlarged penis and testicles, did Ginny experienced the same symptoms in regards to her body? She looked the same; the long red locks, bright brown eyes, a fair complexion, firm body but nothing really out of the ordinary. She had been well endowed as Harry had noticed that when they were going out last year.
The curtains moved a final time, a blushing Ginny stepping to head quickly to Harry’s side. “Let’s head up to Dumbledore’s office now. Madam Pomfrey said she’ll be there as soon as she can to tell them about the preliminary results she has.”
“Sure.” Harry wondered just how much Madam Pomfrey would tell the waiting adults. They climbed the moving stairs as quickly as they could. They came before the gargoyle and before Harry could mutter the password, it jumped to the side, the revolving stairs appearing.
At Harry’s knock, they entered to see Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, Sirius, Remus, and Ginny’s parents sitting before him as well as a familiar witch. It took a second for Harry to realize that it was Susan’s aunt, Amelia Bones, the former MLE director and now Minister of Magic.
The woman stood up, her hand going out which Harry took. “Mr. Potter, Ms. Weasley, it’s good to see the both of you moving about after the attack on Hogwarts. I was very concerned when Dumbledore informed me that you were reported missing and suspected to be in the hands of Fenrir Greyback. We all very relieved when the both of you were found.”
“Thanks.” Harry released the Minister’s hand, going to sit between Remus and Sirius while Ginny took the seat to the left of her dad.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here when I should be at the Ministry coordinating efforts against Tom Riddle.” Amelia said, retaking her seat.
“Kind of, yes.”
“Harry, I’m sure you know that the traditional rules of Hogwarts states that werewolves are not allowed at this school due to various concerns, the most being the blood purity with the safety of the children a close second.” Dumbledore said, resting his arms on the desk. “But now, with the creation of the Wolfsbane and Amelia’s efforts, a new legislation is being passed through the School Board as well as the Wizengamot that would allow werewolf children to attend Hogwarts just like any normal child. Of course, they would have to floo to the Ministry during the night of the full moon as a safety precaution.”
“That would be great.” Ginny said blushing as the adults looked at her.
“Indeed, it is. Ms. Weasley. It has gone on for far too long to discriminate against children who have no control over their fate when bitten. However, there are concerns that arise with the passing of the new law. One would be the mental turmoil as the moon approaches the culmination of its phases. Some have argued that the closer it gets the more unpredictable the moods of the werewolves become which could lead them to be prodded into fights and such.”
Remus nodded his head in affirmation. “That is certainly a concern. During my time at Hogwarts, I would become stressed as the full moon came closer. Luckily, when my friends found out about my lycanthropy, they took it upon themselves to turn people’s eyes away from my exhausted state as well as general aggressiveness.”
“We won’t have that luxury here I’m afraid. There is no doubt that some students will believe it worthy to prod a werewolf into fighting.” Amelia’s eyes fell on Harry who tensed in response. “That brings us to you, Mr. Potter. Albus has informed me of the changes in your lycanthropy which at the present is assumed to be reflected in Ms. Weasley as she was infected by you and not Greyback. I have concerns that there is more to this lycanthropy strain that we have seen so far.”
“I can assure you, Amelia. Mr. Potter is in control of his wolf.”
Amelia held up a hand. “That maybe so, Albus but you know as well as I do that so far, Mr. Potter has not been in any stressful situations since the attack other than the last night. I need assurance that Mr. Potter’s wolf won’t be coming out if provoked at Hogwarts.”
Sirius stroked his chin. “We are starting training lessons for Harry next week with Auror Shacklebolt. I’m sure if anything were to happen it would be then due to the amount of adrenaline being released into the bloodstream.”
“We could also see if anything happens when we take Harry out to Diagon Alley to get his things.” Remus added. “Considering the Wizarding World will find out about Harry sooner or later, there will be many confrontations up and coming, there will be many opportunities for Harry to be provoked.”
“But if he were to attack someone, it would lend credence that werewolves are mindless creatures.” Amelia pointed out. “All of our hard work would be undone even if the smallest of aggression is perceived.”
“The only way for that not to happen is if Harry learns to control his emotions.” Dumbledore looked at the teen who was watching with a guarded expression, his anguish evident in his green eyes. “Harry, are you willing to try and learn Occlumency this year?”
“We tried that in my fifth year, professor. It didn’t quite work out, remember?”
“That was with Professor Snape. Would you be willing to try if I were the one to teach you?”
Harry perked up. “I guess so. It wouldn’t hurt to try but I thought Occlumency was all about learning how to defend one’s mind from Legilimens’ attacks?”
“The key to learning how to defend one’s mind is to learn your mind in its entirety, learning one’s weaknesses, one’s strengths, one’s faults. It can also teach you how to control your emotions when they are raging out of control.” Harry nodded in understanding, knowing the point the professor was getting at.
“I’m sure you will keep me updated on Mr. Potter’s progress.” The Minister stood, nodding at everyone in farewell. “I’m sure my niece will be quite interested if you are to reform the DA. She was so looking forward to it last year.” With a final farewell, Amelia flooed out back to the Minister’s office.
“Professor, if I don’t get the wolf under control, will that mean that I won’t be able to go to Hogwarts.”
“I’m afraid so, Harry but I have faith in your ability to control it.” Dumbledore glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s parents. “Ms. Granger will be coming to Grimmauld Place in two days. After she is settled, her and the two Mr. Weasleys will begin their Animagus training with Minerva.”
“Will they be flooing here every day for their lessons or will they take place at Grimmauld?” Mr. Weasley asked.
The headmaster leaned back in his chair, blue eyes serious. “Grimmauld Place is covered by a Fidelius Charm and is the Headquarter of the Order. However, Hogwarts herself provides more resources and greater protection as Voldemort won’t dare to attack with a full scale assault. The lessons can be held at Grimmauld but the Auror training will be better handled here on Hogwarts grounds.”
Harry perked up a bit. “Would it be possible for me to spend the nights here instead at Grimmauld Place?” He didn’t like the house for the same reasons Sirius did not; despite being a large townhouse, it still had a feeling of claustrophobic around it.
“We could do that but the school has always been free of students during the hols. Sirius? Arthur?”
“Grimmauld Place is too cramped for effective dueling lessons. Kingsley could take advantage of the grounds Hogwarts presents, including the Forbidden Forest.” Harry caught sight of the glimmer in Sirius’ eye at this. It was a second before he realized that Sirius had ran through the Forbidden Forest in his dog form with his dad.
“I have been thinking since last night. If Voldemort was to find about this new werewolf strain, there will be no doubt in mind that he will try to kidnap Harry or Ginny to get a sample of it. This would make her a target and as such, she would have to learn how to defend herself against attacks. Since it would be easier on her to stay at Hogwarts, I would have to give my permission as long as someone stays with the two of them.”
“I can do that.” Remus spoke up before Molly could even open her mouth. “As a werewolf, I’m the better choice since I know most of what they are going through.”
“Which brings us to what Madam Pomfrey observed during her examinations.”
Remus leaned forward. “She found nothing unusual in my examination. Just a few more scars and such since the last time I had one.”
“Harry?”
“She said she was coming here to tell you herself.” Before he could even finish, a knock sounded at the door. Dumbledore called for them to come in, Madam Pomfrey stepping in.
“Ah, Poppy, we just started discussing any results you might have found? Tea? Lemon drops?”
“Tea, thank you.” A tray appeared before the nurse as she sat down in a conjured chair. “I have found quite a number of differences with Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley.” She opened the folders in her hands. “As you all know, werewolves see an increase in their strength, speed, smell, hearing, etc. The strength of course comes from the changes in skeletal structure and muscle density. However, on top of these regular changes, I noted that Mr. Potter’s human body has also been changed in regards to lung capacity, blood pumping potential, and reproduction.” Harry’s head dropped when she said that.
“If I would have to sum everything I found in a few words, I would have to say Mr. Potter’s body has changed to become more that of a predator.”
“And Ms. Weasley?”
“She has the same changes. Everything I saw in her was a mirror image of the changes I found in Mr. Potter. I have withdrawn a number of vials of blood for testing to see if there are hormone changes.” Harry was grateful that she didn’t go into details. “However, there are a few things I must speak to the guardians about.” Harry let his head fall back. “But other than that, I don’t know much to tell you, Albus. I’m sure with Snape heading to Transylvania tomorrow, we’ll learn more about this strain soon.”
“The question will be if we can learn enough in time for the next full moon.”
“Is that all, Albus? I’m sure everyone would like a lay in today.” Sirius said, getting up. Harry got up as well.
“I think that will be all. We do have an Order meeting on Saturday. We will have to discuss a number of issues then.”
“Professor, when will the Occlumency lessons start if the Auror lessons will start next week?” Harry asked after taking a step to the fireplace.
“We can have the first lessons on Friday with your moving to Hogwarts the day after your birthday.” The old mage turned to the Weasleys. “I am correct that Bill and Fleur’s wedding is moving forward still?”
“Yes, after a talk with her parents, we’ve decided to continue with the wedding plans. The burrow is still secure enough for us to hold the party that day.”
“Good, good. We can’t have Tom dictate our life when he has take already so much away from us. Sirius, I will owl you the time you should expect Ms. Granger to be appearing by Portkey. Farewell until we meet again.” Harry said his farewells as well before throwing a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace and disappearing in a swirl of green flame.
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Spyridon: Sorry for taking so long. This chapter was difficult and with the school, it was just daunting at time. I know this is the best I can do for now so I will just have to soldier on. Reviews are greatly welcomed!
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