Harry's head pounded. He could feel his heart beat wildly through his veins, and from the distance he could hear hushed, concern voices. He could feel himself lulling to and from consciousness, and he couldn't find the energy to stay away. It felt like all his energy directed elsewhere. His entire body ached, like a sudden burst of puberty hit him. His butt was the sorest of his body and feeling strangely wet. It was irritating and yet Harry couldn't find the energy to move or complain about it.
Slowly, the voices became louder, clearer, and light started to infiltrate his closed eyes, shining in the darkness of his lulling consciousness until he could hear one word. "Harry."
It was two voices. One deep inside him, menacing and growling, the other, sounding from inside, and intensely familiar. "Harry… open your eyes, you should be awake now."
The light was burning his eyes. Harry groaned as his forced his heavy eyelids open, and after they adjusted to the light, he saw with perfect clarity the worried faces of Professor Dumbledore and Kingsley Shaklebolt. He could feel he was in a bed, yet it was far from the bed he had in Privet Drive, this was softer, much softer. He groaned, and his hand moved automatically to fix his glasses, only to find nothing.
"My glasses…" he said, his voice hoarse.
"Here, I've put them to the side," Kingsley said. He picked them up from the bedside table and gave them to Harry.
Harry put his glasses on but frowned, the world became incredibly blurry. He blinked, confused, and took off his glasses again. "I don't need them…" he said slowly. "What happened?"
"You were attacked," Kingsley said, "do you remember any details?"
Harry stared at both him and Dumbledore before, like a collapsing building, his memories crashed into him. "CONNOR!" he screamed, jumping up to a sitting position. "Connor! He's bleeding—he's—"
"Fine," Kingsley said, "he is fine… however there are complications."
"Complications…" Harry repeated, his heart dropping. "What do you mean?"
"The attack has been very violent," Kingsley began. "Since he was a muggle, it is a miracle in itself that he survived. We can thank Greyback for that, as sick as that is. Greyback bit him while he was human, he did not change yet even though it was the full moon. Because of that, Connor did not turn into a werewolf… however he was conscious during your and his… encounter. He heard about the Dark Lord and magic so… we had to wipe his memory. This included his memory of you as well."
"NO!" Harry yelled, a great anger surging throughout him. "Why did you do that?"
"You two barely known each other," Kingsley explained calmly, "it would have been better for him to move on if he had forgotten any source or connection to magic, and that included you as well. For all he knew, he was just attacked by a random wolf."
"I hate you," Harry spat. "You hear me? I hate you!"
"Young love is strong, yes," Dumbledore spoke for the first time, "and I suggested and encouraged that Connor kept the memories of you, Harry, however I had no authority."
Still angry, Harry forced himself to breath as he remembered what happened afterwards. "I was bitten…"
"Indeed, you have," Dumbledore said, looking at Harry with a somber, regretful look. Almost pity-like if Harry did not know the man better. "Kingsley has done everything he could to treat your wound, and I came as quickly as I heard. We've treated it, and it will scar, however Harry, you are now, and forever will be a werewolf."
There was a silence after that, as though Harry was supposed to feel sad. However, he couldn't find it in him to feel that. Instead he looked at the two and said, "So… I now have a furry little problem."
"Always an optimist," Kingsley commentated, looking at Dumbledore. Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
"Yes, however that is needed in this case," Dumbledore said turning back to Harry, "I am sorry, but your case is something unlike anything I have ever seen."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"When a person is bitten by a werewolf, their bodies stay the same, for the most part, but your body have went through changes akin to puberty," Dumbledore said, "your eyesight, for one thing. Another, you did not shift while you were unconscious."
"What do you mean?" Harry repeated.
"You did not turn into a werewolf," a third voice said, "at least, like how I do during the full moon." Harry turned his head to see Remus Lupin. He looked extremely haggard with dark large circles under his eyes, and his robes looking the most in shambles than Harry ever remembered. He then looked at his own clothes, which were still in perfect condition.
"But I was naked when—"
"Even so, after I helped you with your clothes, you did not change," Kingsley said. "We don't know why."
"When you're bitten, that is when you have your first transformation," Lupin said, "but you did not. Instead your body changed."
Harry frowned, "I don't feel different," he said, "my body hurts… and my voice is sore but still I don't feel different at all."
For the first time, Harry looked down at his body and examined it. He didn't look noticeably different besides his now fixed eyes. He stuck a finger in his mouth—his teeth still all felt the same, as did his nose and cheeks and hair was still black as ever. He thought for a moment and bit his lips, glancing towards his more private areas. Chest looked firmer, a bit bigger, but he had to wait for later to make sure.
"We've checked and you somehow lost a couple inches," Lupin said. "As well as your eyes… being bitten by a werewolf does not do this. Greyback have done something to you. Something we cannot explain."
"But I feel fine… fantastic really," Harry said, his voice strengthening. He looked down at his body once more, "I feel scared from the attack… and I'm still angry but other than that… I don't feel anything bad."
"And that is the problem," Lupin said. "When I was bitten, it was a horrible, agonizing pain that lasted for weeks, even after full moons came and went. The pain lasted inside and out. An ache you never get used to."
Harry frowned. He wanted to lie about the pain, but even as he sat there, looking at the three of them, his pain was going away. So much so that for the first time he could see where exactly they were. Harry thought that they were in his room in Privet Drive, or a bed in St. Mungo's. However, the walls around them were stacked high with boxes, as though the room was used as a temporary warehouse. There was a vase of flowers by the small window, however it could not cover the distinct smell of gunpowder. He thought he saw this room multiple times, however mostly in passing. "We're in the Burrow," he stated.
"Yes, we are," Dumbledore said. "I know that you have had plans to come here later during the summer, and I am sorry that we have to hurry those plans along. I felt that it would be easier for all of us if we brought you here, instead of St. Mungo's or back to your home. I hope this isn't an inconvenience."
"No it isn't," Harry said, fighting to hide his relief. He didn't want to deal with this and the Dursleys at the same time. He looked around once more, "Where are the Weasleys?"
"Just waiting outside, I imagine," Dumbledore chuckled, "I've locked the door until we knew that you were okay."
"How are you feeling Harry?" Lupin asked, "I know that this is a lot to accept… I'm so sorry." He stood up and wrapped his arms around Harry. Harry sat still, his face looking bewildered as for the first time he thought about his future life.
He's a werewolf. Every month for the rest of his life he will turn into a monster, a half human half wolf creature hated by witches and wizards, and for the rest of time, he will always be shunned by the community. If they learn of his problem… Harry could see every door close to him. His face fell as did his heart. Because of Greyback, Harry's life has already been decided. He will have little to no opportunities. Even if he wins the war, he will be forever hated just because of what that man did to him. He felt violated. He pulled his knees up to him as Lupin let go of him. Wrapping his arms around his knees, Harry just stared. He could feel his eyes start to well out and forced himself to calm down. He didn't want to cry, to appear weak in front of them. Instead he just forced a smile. "I'll be fine," he said. "I'll be fine."
"If you are sure," Dumbledore said. "Then I will be back later on to check on how you are doing, Harry, as well as to ask you for your help in a small matter."
"What is it, sir?" Harry asked.
"I will explain more later on," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses. "However I will tell you that it will involve visiting an old and dear friend of mine. For it seems that every year we are always one staff member sort lately." He chuckled, trying to life Harry's spirit. Harry just smiled in return.
"Now what?" he asked, looking between Kingsley and Lupin.
"Now, I go back to work, looking for Greyback," Kingsley said. "I wasn't fast enough to stop him from turning you, however I hope I will be to stop the next attack. He stood up and squeezed Harry's shoulder. He gave Harry a long, pitiful look and walked away. Harry watched him and as Kingsley opened the door, Harry saw the entire Weasley clan jump back, obviously listening in through the door. Ron and Ginny tried to push through, but Dumbledore stood up, shaking his head. The door closed.
"Are you staying?" Harry asked hopefully.
"I cannot… I have other things I need to do," Lupin said, glancing up at Dumbledore. "But I will keep in touch Harry, I promise, whenever I can." He stood up and like Kingsley, squeezed Harry's shoulder, "You'll get through this Harry, you'll see," he promised. "Life is going to be hard for you now, very hard… but I know you'll get through it."
"Thank you," Harry said.
"For now, we should keep your lycanthropy a secret, naturally," Dumbledore said, "although I am certain that all of the Weasley Family know by now," he glanced at the door. "I will talk with them Harry, so they do not overwhelm you." He walked to the door and turned to Harry. "Your lycanthropy should not be a source of shame Harry," he said. "It is terrible what happened to you, to be attacked in such a horrid way in a moment of intimacy. I truly am sorry for the aurors having to obliviate your friend Connor, however I am certain that you will survive and move on. From my experience, Potters are a very stubborn people." He gave a chuckling smile and turned to leave, Lupin following.
Left by himself, Harry got out of bed and stepped in front of a nearby mirror. He couldn't see any difference. He looked the same as he always had. He looked like Harry, just Harry. The same raven hair, same emerald eyes, same spottily tanned skin… He could feel that he still had his knobby knees. The only noticeable difference was that he no longer had glasses, and his hips looked… a tiny bit bigger. Needing a closer look, Harry started to take off his clothes, and gasped.
Standing naked, Harry couldn't help to admire his body. He looked good. Really good. Yesterday his body was undefined, slim and petite besides from a really good bubble ass. Now he has muscles! They were small, but very defined. His chest was definitely bigger, a clear line between the two muscles as they pushed out. He finally had abs! They felt good as he brushed his hand down them, and when he brought it up, he gave an audible gasp as his fingers brushed against his nipple. I'm sensitive… he thought. He smiled as lewd thoughts flown into his head and his hand drifted down hairless skin… where the beginning of body and pubic hair was, to his now hairless cock and balls, which felt and looked the same as ever. His butt still felt wet, and with a curious hand he bent slightly and glided his hand slowly over his skin and butt, which looked bigger than ever, to his hole which sat between the two cheeks. It was slightly gaped and very wet. His finger slid into it automatically and Harry had to quickly cover his mouth as he screamed in pure pleasure, "FUCK!"
He could feel his butt getting wetter and a voice inside him chuckled. A nice pussy for a bitch, eh boy?
Harry almost screamed. He pulled his finger out in a panic and scrambled to cover himself. "Who's there?" he demanded.
Who do you think bitch? Like the changes I've gave you? Always knew you would be a good Omega. Shame I couldn't get to fuck you before we got interrupted.
"Greyback… where are you?" Harry demanded. He pulled out his wand and started to turn around, his eyes narrowing.
I'm not in the room with you, bitch. But I bet you want me to be, huh? Your pussy's so wet and horny for me.
"Shut up! Just shut up," Harry yelled. He turned around and stared at the mirror. He looked scared, his eyes big and round like a scared rabbit. And behind him… looking just as powerful and predatory—he turned swiftly, a spell on his lips only to find nothing. "Get out of my head," Harry groaned.
I'm never going to leave bitch, you're mine. I turned you into the Omega you've meant to be bitch. Only a matter of time before you're serving me and the Dark Lord.
"NEVER!" Harry screamed.
"Harry?"
Harry turned to see Ron and the Weasley family, looking at him with concern. It was only them and him. "Harry… are you okay?" Ron asked.
"Yeah… yeah I'm fine," Harry lied. "Just tired… and hungry."
"In that case Harry, I'll bring up some food for you," Mrs. Weasley said. She pushed through her children and pulled Harry into a hug. Unlike with Lupin's hug, however, Harry hugged back. The tears threatened to fall again, however he let them this time. He knew that none of the Weasleys would pity him, judge him or feel sorry for him. "Sorry," he said, wiping away his tears.
"That's alright dearie," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Just let it out. Lord knows these are hard and trying times. Ginny, come help me with the food."
"But Mum—"
"Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said a little more shortly. Ginny gave a groan but followed her mother out of the room. Mr. Weasley patted Harry's shoulder, "I'm glad you're alright, Harry," he said before following his wife, leaving Harry and Ron alone.
They sat down on Harry's bed, staring at each other for a moment. "So uhh… Connor?" Ron said awkwardly. Harry stared at him. "Sorry mate… I couldn't help but—"
"It's fine," Harry sighed. "I was going to tell you and Hermione, you know… just couldn't find the right words." Ron just nodded, his eyes glancing around as he tried to find the right words.
"Well… least I know you won't be trying for my sister, eh?" he said in a joking way. "Had a nightmare about it, you know, you and Ginny. Creepy stuff—nothing against you mate but like, she's my sister, you know."
"Uhh I know," Harry said awkwardly. He glanced at Ron. "So uhh… are you doing? On that stuff."
"Oh… you know…"
"I see…"
"…Fleur is here," Ron said. "Did you know Bill and her are dating?"
"No, I didn't," Harry said.
"Yeah, they've been dating for a while," Ron nodded. "They're engaged!"
"Oh…"
Silence fell on them again and Harry's mind started to turn. Is this because of the werewolf thing or the gay thing? He's still himself, still Harry so why does everything feel so weird? So awkward between them now?
A strange heat started to grow inside him. Harry found himself swallowing hard as the heat grew. You want to kiss him, bitch? The voice inside him laughed as Harry found himself staring at Ron. No, no, shut up. Harry groaned and fell on his bed.
"Sorry Ron," he gritted out. "Can I just have a moment alone?"
"Alright, of course," Ron nodded. He stood up and Harry couldn't help but to stare at Ron's butt and frontside. There was a small bulge, and it caused the heat in him to swell. STOP THIS! He mentally pleaded as the disgusting voice inside him laughed. As soon as Ron left, the heat inside him continued to grow and Harry groaned, curling his hands into fists as he did his best to ignore it. The voice mocked him. Give in bitch, you know you want to. Your ass-pussy's all wet and empty.
"Leave me alone, this is all your fault," Harry groaned.
No, no, you wanted this. You wanted to be like this. Why else bend over for a muggle you known for two weeks, eh bitch? The voice said. That boy wouldn't be good enough for you anyway… but maybe your friend is? He looks like he was packing something big.
"No, no, no," Harry groaned, "Leave me alone, just leave me alone." The voice only laugh again before fading, leaving Harry alone.