Every time he saw Ron, or Bill or the twins he felt it. A perverted intense heat that burned inside him. Harry was lucky that it was easy to hide the growing bulge in his pants, but still even in a cooled room he looked flustered. Ron did not mention their talk at all, which Harry was grateful for. He did not want his best friend to out him to his family, not yet. Besides, Harry felt that his gayness would add to the already awkwardness of this summer. He was turned into a werewolf, the full moon is coming ever so closer, and on top of it all, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny are annoyed at their newest guest, Bill's fiancé, Fleur Delacour.
Harry remembered her from Fourth Year, saving her sister during the Second Chance and competing against her during the Triwizard Tournament. Never did he expect, however, to see her waft into his room smelling of lilacs and lavender with a tray of food with Mrs. Weasley coming up behind her, "I told you that I am more than capable of bringing this to him," she said.
"But I wanted to zee Harry," Fleur said, "It haz been so long since I have seen 'im!" She pushed in and placed the tray on Harry's bed as the teen sat up in his bed. Before Harry could say anything, she kissed both his cheeks and stepped back, "Gabrielle and I 'ave not forgotten what you 'ave done for us," she smiled.
"Um thanks," Harry said, staring at the woman. He did not expect her to be here. "I 'ave 'eard what happened to you—such a terrible thing being attacked by a wolf like that. We are lucky that you only got a small bite."
"Uhh right," Harry said, nodding dimly.
Mrs. Weasley came closer to Harry, her hands on her hips, "I tried to tell Fleur that I was more than capable to bring your breakfast up, and to keep you sleeping in after your sudden arrival yesterday."
"I could not wait," Fleur said smiling at Harry. "I just 'ad to see you. When I heard that you were coming, zere isn't much to do 'ere unless you like cooking and chicken!"
"Umm right… and why are you here, Fleur?" Harry asked.
Fleur turned to Mrs. Weasley, "You did not tell 'im?" she asked.
"Well we had much more important things on our mind," Mrs. Weasley said, barely holding in her annoyance. Fleur turned around, her silver-blonde hair waving gracefully over her shoulder as she looked back at Harry.
"Bill and I are engaged!" she said. "Bill iz busy at the moment, working very 'ard. I only work part-time at Gringotts for my Eenglish, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to know 'is family."
"Ohh well congratulations then," Harry said.
"Yes and if you do not mind, Fleur, I need to talk to Harry about his bite," Mrs. Weasley said. Fleur and her shared a strange look.
"Okay, then I will see you later, Harry," Fleur said, and she turned to leave, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she did so.
"That girl," Mrs. Weasley said annoyingly, looking at Harry as though he would agree with her. Harry just stayed silent. "Anyway, I really did come here to talk to you about your condition… Dumbledore stayed after you fell asleep, and we talked, Dumbledore with Arthur and I. Obviously we don't want to isolate you or cause the others to worry… so we agreed that during the full moon you'll be here. Everything will be reinforced and charmed so that you're safe—and you will have the Wolfsbane Potion, obviously. It will be a little close but Dumbledore will make sure that it'll be made just in time—Severus is making it."
Oh joy Harry thought… or was it the voice in his head? He frowned; they sounded the same and yet he thought he could hear two voices inside him. Mrs. Weasley continued, ignorant of Harry's immense look of disgust. "I am sure that everything will work out Harry. It will be hard for us to adjust—of course it will be such a trial for you dearie, but I'm sure that you will do just fine."
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, his face back to normal.
"Of course, dear, now eat up," Mrs. Weasley said. "I asked Fred and George to help bring in your luggage—Dumbledore got them while you were sleeping."
"Did Dumbledore say anything else… about how they found me?" Harry asked.
"Only that you were with a muggle friend," Mrs. Weasley said. Harry felt his heart ached at the mention of Connor. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I think that it was the best decision in the end… a bit rushed, perhaps, they certainly should have asked you, but it will be better for everyone." She patted Harry's back and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Harry reciprocated, and Mrs. Weasley left to give Harry privacy as he ate.
Harry was glad that for the first week, everything seemed normal, well as normal as things could be. He and Ron hang out, playing Quidditch with Bill and Ginny and helping around the house. By the end of the second week, Hermione came over to stay for the rest of the summer. Harry asked Mrs. Weasley if he could tell her himself about his lycanthropy. He brought Ron and Hermione into his room and closed the door. "There's two things I need to tell you guys," he said, glancing at Ron. "Umm one is something that I know for a long time… and the other is something new."
"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry sat down on the edge of his bed while Ron sat in a nearby chair and Hermione by a pile of boxes. Harry sighed and bit his lower lip. "Easier one first," he said. "A couple weeks ago I was attacked by Fenrir Greyback," he began staring at Hermione. Hermione gasped but Harry continued. "He bit me, and now …I'm a werewolf."
"Oh Harry," Hermione said, looking at her friend. "That's… that's…"
"Terrible, you can say it," Harry said. "I know because of Lupin we don't want to think about it but… it's terrible." Is it now little bitch? The voice returned. Harry's blood went cold and he shook his head, No, not now, he thought.
"What is going to happen now?" Hermione asked. "Can you keep it a secret? How are you going to get monthly potions—are you prepared for your first shift? Did that happen already—"
"Hermione leave the man alone," Ron groaned, "one question at time."
"Sorry," Hermione said, her cheeks turning pink.
"It's fine," Harry sighed. "You want to know this stuff too… and she wasn't here to listen through the door like you." He turned to Hermione and started to explain. "I don't know how I'm going to keep it a secret because according to Lupin my lycanthropy is different somehow. I did not shift when I was bitten. I don't feel any aches or pains, the things he mentioned to me I did not feel. I felt great, better even, and my body changed! In case you didn't notice I'm two inches shorter somehow! I got muscles now and everything feels weird ok!" Harry stopped himself short, realizing that he was freaking out.
You got the body of a slutty Omega, the voice chuckled.
"Omega…" Harry repeated.
"I'm sorry?" Hermione said. Harry looked up at her. "Omega, that was what Greyback called me after he bit me. "He wanted to turn me into an Omega… whatever that is."
"But it's the full moon soon!" Hermione continued, "It's next week! From what I remember of Professor Lupin, he started to feel itchy and felt the pull of the moon. Do you feel any of that?"
"I—"Harry paused and thought about it. Throughout his week, Harry had never once felt an ache or pain or general itchiness. He felt normal, himself. His butt was wetter, yeah, and his libido was higher… and there were nights where he just admired his new muscles hours on end. Yes, you liked feeling yourself all over, don't you bitch? The voice chuckled darkly inside him. So good… only positive things happened, you should thank Greyback.
"No!—I mean, no, none of that," Harry said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I don't feel any draw…" Only the draw for cock.
Please go away, Harry pleaded mentally. "That's interesting," Hermione muttered. "Did you tell Dumbledore or Professor Lupin this?"
"No, I didn't," Harry said. "I uhh didn't get the chance."
"But you should! Harry this is very important, we need to know what is going on with you," Hermione insisted. "If not then who knows what can happen—you can hurt yourself!"
"Like I don't get into life risking situations every year?" Harry said sarcastically.
Hermione gave a disapproving look but continued, "Your situation is different from normal—well normal for a werewolf. Your first full moon is coming up, don't you want to make sure to know that you are absolutely safe?"
"Of course I do!" Harry said. "It's just—just…"
"What?"
"I do feel… one thing," Harry said, his cheeks blazing red. "And it has to do… with the second thing I need to tell you." Harry swallowed heavily. "And how Greyback caught me…" he added.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "Don't tell me—were you on a date with a girl?'
"No… not a girl," Harry said, closing his eyes to get it over with. "A boy. I was kissing a boy when it happened. I'm gay."
Silence. Ron looked awkwardly between Hermione and Harry, scratching his neck. Harry did not want to open his eyes. He did not want to look at Hermione's face. In the darkness of his own head, Harry trapped himself for the moment as silence continued. Trapped himself with the voice deep inside. Tell them you're a bitch as well, a bitch in heat who has a useless cock and a pussy for an ass! A bitch who will come back to Greyback, just as they always do. No cock will fill you like mine. Not even if you had your friends take you one after another you stupid fucking bi—
"Okay."
Harry opened his eyes. Hermione was looking at him with the same expression as she always does. "Okay," she repeated. "Could that be a reason why Greyback targeted you? What about your friend—what happened to him?"
"You… you don't care that—"
"Why should I?" Hermione asked, "Do you?" she said, turning to Ron, crossing her arms. "Did you say that I wouldn't?"
"No, no! I didn't," Ron said.
"Did you say anything mean to him?" Hermione accused.
"No—well all I said was that I had a nightmare about him and Ginny dating and now we don't need to worry about that," Ron said.
"Ronald!" Hermione shrieked. "Now insensitive can you be—no wonder Harry was worried when he told me!"
"Guys—guys it's fine… seriously," Harry said. Hermione still looked annoyed at Ron but kept quiet. Instead she looked at Harry.
"What happened to him… if you want to tell," she said.
"Kingsley wiped his memory," Harry said in a bitter tone. "For some reason, Greyback did not shift until after he attacked and bit Connor… he's alright. But thanks to Kingsley all he thinks is that he got attacked by a wolf. He doesn't remember me at all."
"That's horrible," Hermione said. "How long—"
"Not long… two weeks, but it still hurts, you know," Harry said, glancing between the two of them. "Anyway, I don't… I don't want to talk about Connor or him. I get this sick feeling just thinking about it."
"Oh—oh I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said. "Anyway… do you know what you will do during the Full Moon?"
"Be in my room," Harry said. "Dumbledore is getting a supply of the Wolfsbane Potion. I guess I should expect him today. I remember Lupin talking about having to take the Potion daily a few days before the actual moon but still… like I said, I don't feel anything."
"Well make sure to mention that to Dumbledore," Hermione said. "He would want to know."
"I know," Harry said.
The door to his room opened and Ginny walked in looking exasperated. "There you guys are! I was looking for you, I couldn't get away from Phlegm."
"Oi! Be nice," Ron said.
"Phlegm?" Harry repeated.
"Of course you stick up for her," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at Ron. "Fleur, Harry," she added. "She's just so annoying! Why couldn't Bill get with someone better—like Tonks?"
"That's not a nice thing to say," Harry pointed out.
"Great not you too," Ginny muttered, "God are all the boys here so stupid over a pretty lady?" The trio glanced awkward looks. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Harry shook his head. "What? Did I say something?" Ginny asked.
"No… it's just that Harry was just telling us how he's waiting for Dumbledore, right Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Huh—oh, yeah, yeah we are," Harry said quickly, nodding. Ginny shrugged and sat down on the floor, crossing her legs.
"So what else is going on?" she asked.
"Nothing much," Harry lied.
"You nervous? 'Bout next week?" Ginny asked.
"No," Harry lied again. "I'm feeling alright, actually." He fended a smile. Ginny did not look convinced.
Soon enough, as Harry expected, Dumbledore showed up once more, giving Harry a very large vial that held a steaming potion inside along with specific instructions when to drink it. "I will be back once more after the full moon," Dumbledore said, "to check on you, as well as to bring you to meet an old friend of mine." And with that, he left.
Harry was supposed to drink the potion, three gulp-fulls after his dinner. So after dinner Harry retreated to his room and took his first full gulp of the Wolfsbane Potion. It was horrible. Despite the steam, the potion was icy cold and sluggish in his throat. Harry grimaced as the potion slowly slimed down his tongue, the taste so disgusting it was hard to even describe. He loathed it going down his throat and was relieved when it was all over.
Stupid Bitch, think about it, you really want to drink that shit the rest of your life? The voice inside him mocked. Just embrace your inner whore, you stupid hole. All you're good now is to be an Omega bitch! Why do you think I turned you?
"Because you're a monster," Harry answered. "You're a disgusting monster who only cares about turning others into monsters."
Monster huh? That means your friend Lupin's a monster too? And you? Think your body's a monster's body? Then why do you admire it then, bitch?
"I—"
You like it! You like what I gave you. Admit it bitch, admit it and I might make you my pup. Fill you with my cock like a good Alpha, and pump my cum in you till you're brimming full with our own pups!
"Never!" Harry yelled. The voice laughed once more and Harry drowned it with another gulpful, ignoring it and his growing erection. Two more times the slime dripped down his throat, and Harry grimaced as he wished the full moon would be over with.
The night of the full moon, the Burrow was full of an uneasy nervousness and tension. Harry still felt normal. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tripled check the charms placed around Harry's room. The boxes that were stacked in his room were moved, spaced out between the different bedrooms while Mrs. Weasley yelled at Fred and George for leaving them there. There was an early dinner, and as the sun was setting Harry waved goodnight to the Weasleys.
Alone in his room, Harry waited for the moon. It was nerve wracking. Harry started pacing the room, his mind wandering to every bad scenario he could think of. Greyback finding them. Greyback coming to finish what he started. Harry liking it. His stomach filled with bile and Harry ran to the nearest window, throwing it open so he could throw up into the bushes below. There, he saw it.
The moon was a beautiful celestial being, hanging large in the sky above him. Shining through the darkness, brighter than the stars around it. Harry's gaze became fixated on the moon, and for the first time he felt a pull. He stepped back, expecting to feel pain. Instead he felt like he was on fire. His clothes were irritating, and he ripped them off as quickly as he felt the heat inside him erupt. His cock was hard and leaking, his butt was as wet as ever and black fur started to sprout around his chest. His hands brushed against his nipples, and he fell to his knees as he screamed in pleasure. His cock rocked harder, dripping endlessly. He expected to turn into a wolf or dog, for his hands and feet to turn into paws… but they didn't. Harry's feet grew furry and elongated slightly, claws growing out of the tips while his hands stayed the same, but, like his feet, growing furry and clawed. The fur covered his body, his face somehow keeping some human qualities. His ears moved, turning into two furry wolf ears that laid on the top of his head as his nose became wolf-like, though his head shape stayed mostly the same. Harry staggered to a mirror and stared in awe as, somehow, he did not look monstrous at all, but somehow cute. Like a walking puppy. His cock looked strange, with a furry base but still same shape and length. He wrapped a cautious hand around it and gave it a few jerks. Still felt good, so good. …Harry slid down onto this back as his hole felt needy.
He forced himself to stay in the room. He still held his senses. He could still remember everything. He remembered the charms placed on his room; he remembered what he did today with his friends… and he remembered how good it felt having his fingers in his hole.
It felt very good now. Sighing, Harry felt restless as he played with himself, pushing his fingers as deep as he could, jerking his needy cock. He rolled to where he could sit in the moonlight and not caring about how loud or rough he was, under the moonlight Harry played with his body, edging himself for hours on end until, always on the brink of cumming but never enough to satisfy himself.
With a whine, he closed his eyes and started to imagine his male friends taking place of his fingers, switching to every male he knew until, with a flash of Draco Malfoy, he came. Ropes of cum drenching him as he rode the greatest and longest orgasm he ever had.
Covered in his own cum, Harry was too exhausted to feel regret about his thoughts as he fell asleep.