Chapter 7: Remi Lupin
Remi Lupin was a slave to the calendar.
Every morning, when she awoke, it was the first thing she saw, floating overhead under the canopy of her four poster bed. As she circled the date with ink from her quill, there was always a calculus at play. Would she be able to smile today? Or at least pretend? How would her studies be affected?
There was horror in staring at the current date and knowing for certain that nothing but pain and agony would await you. Or worse.
Once, Jamie had made an off-color joke about how at least Remi didn't have to deal with period cramps. Remi had forced a laugh. Jamie had noticed it and apologized profusely, Remi told her it was fine.
It wasn't fine. Remi would take period cramps any day of the week over this. It would mean she was a normal girl. It would mean she wasn't a creature.
Remi was less than human. She was a beast. She was a monster. She was an abomination. She was a disappointment. She was a burden. She was a curse.
She was tired. Remi was always tired. Even on her best days, she could feel the ache in her joints and prickling of her skin.
She closed her eyes as she took several deep, calming breaths. The beast within her was silent for now, the full moon was twenty-two days away. But it was going to be a blood moon this month. Remi felt like tearing her hair out just thinking about it, everything was going to be more intense, more savage, it was like the beast within her wanted to rise out and rip her throat out.
"Hey, Moony, you working on that Professor Potter thing?" Serena asked as she balanced her wand on her nose.
Jamie snarled. "Can we not call him that? How about Professor Dickhead or something?"
Serena shook her head. "Not your best work, Prongs."
Remi sighed. "I already set up an appointment, it's for tomorrow evening after classes. I was actually lucky to get one that soon, Lily said he's booked through for the whole month, she had to make a spot for me."
"Hold on, Lily's the one organizing his appointments?!!!" Jamie's expression instantly turned heated. Over her shoulder, Serena sent her a smirk which Remi pretended to ignore, keeping a neutral expression.
Being the straight man of their trio had its perks. She was able to mess with the others - mainly Jamie - without them realizing it.
Not that she'd lied. She really had had to go to Lily, who'd pulled out a journal and, after some hemming and hawing, finally given Remi a time slot. It helped that she was the one marauder Lily actually liked.
Remi didn't know what to make of Harry Potter. He really did look a lot like Jamie. He looked more like her father than her actual father did. He wasn't really around much, so she'd not gotten a good feel for his character. The fact that Lily liked him was a point in his favor, as Remi trusted Lily's judgment more than she did Jamie's, especially when her friend was clearly in the throes of Lily-Madness.
"I bet all it'll take is one sniff and you'll be able to suss him out." Jamie said.
"It doesn't work that way." Remi said. "And besides, the full moon is too far off. I smell about as well as you do right now."
"I don't know." Serena said, dipping her head under Jamie's armpit and taking a deep whiff before the other girl pushed her off. "Prongs is kinda stinky right now. We didn't have any quidditch practice today, what gives?"
"You're being a real comedian right now, Padfoot." Jamie glared at her. "How about you refocus and we figure out how we're gonna prank this bastard?"
Serena shrugged in that cool, nonchalant way off hers as she leaned back on her chair, balancing it on its hind legs. "Sure, sounds like fun."
Jamie and Serena hunched over a piece of parchment as they entered the early stages of plotting Harry Potter's demise. Remi abstained. She already had enough on her plate trying to get 'dirt' on him, and she really needed to finish this potions essay.
…
"Please, come in."
Remi stepped into a warm, cozy office. The walls were decorated with several paintings and portraits, mostly of landscapes and wildlife.
Harry Potter was sitting behind his desk, a kind smile on his admittedly very handsome face. Remi might not have any of her extra senses at the moment, but she'd gotten very good at judging smiles, and his carried no malice behind it, no deception. The slightest bit of tension that she'd felt eased as she stepped further into the room.
"Miss Lupin, wonderful to have you here. I've heard you're quite the brilliant student."
Remi blushed as she pulled up a chair and took a seat. "You asked about me?"
"I always ask around before receiving a new patient. I want as complete a picture as I can so I can best treat you."
Remi felt a lump in her throat as she dug her nails into her thighs. Had he asked them about her… condition? They were supposed to keep it secret, but then, he was a member of the staff, just like them.
"D-Do you… erm… d-did they tell you about…"
"Remi - can I call you Remi? - relax. Yes, I do know, and we do not have to talk about it unless you wish to."
His smile never wavered. There was no flicker of barely contained disgust or fear behind his eyes. Even still, Remi felt her heart throbbing against her chest, blood pumping hard against her ear.
Maybe they weren't talking about the same thing?
"You know I'm a werewolf?" She blurted out.
Spoken out loud, the word felt like a burst of noxious gas. Like she'd just sprayed poison out of her fangs. She'd never actually said that to anyone outside of Jamie and Serena. She'd never sat down with any of her professors and actually came out and said what she was. She knew they knew, but it was like they were all pretending they didn't. This, though… this felt real.
"Yes, Remi, I know you're a werewolf." He said calmly. "Are you alright? Would you like some tea?"
"N-no t-thank you."
He leaned forward on the desk, an earnest look on his face. "Remi, I am not going to think any differently of you because of it. I was raised in the states, and werewolves are treated quite differently over there. I'm here to listen, tell me, what did you want to to talk to me about?"
Remi was drawing a blank. She'd initially come up with something banal about how she was worried about her grades and overworking herself during her OWL year, but right now, all of that seemed so stupid when faced with the elephant in the room.
It was different than with her friends. He was an adult, a person of authority, and her condition wasn't some vague concept that never broke the surface. The W word had been uttered.
"Remi, may I ask about your family life?"
She blinked. No one had ever asked her that. "I-Its fine. My dad… I live with my dad."
Harry nodded, "How do you feel about it?"
"About what?"
"Life at home?"
She shrugged uncomfortably, shrinking in on on herself. What was she supposed to say? That her own father was afraid of her? That he saw her as a burden, a cross that he'd been forced to bear? That she agreed with him completely?
Her hands, which she'd rested on the table, were trembling uncontrollably. She glanced down in a panic, trying to will herself to calm down. She needed to calm down.
She almost leapt out of her skin when she felt a warm hand over her own. She'd barely gotten used to Serena's constant poking and prodding, much less something like this.
But as she looked into his eyes, she felt safe, and just the slightest bit, she relaxed.
Harry's fingers brushed her sleeve, and before she could stop him, he revealed the bruises along her arm.
She gasped, but she was paralyzed by terror, unable to snatch her arm back as Harry gently but firmly grasped her wrist and turned her arm over, inspecting her forearm as he rolled her sleeve up to her elbow.
"From the last full moon?" He asked, and a petrified Remi could do nothing but nod stiffly.
He let go of her arm, and she felt the skin burn where he had touched it. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Don't roll it back down." He instructed, and Remi, dumbstruck as she was, just sat there with her sleeve rolled up as he stood and went to the cabinet behind him.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Trying to distract herself, her eyes darted around his desk, landing on a single framed picture that showed counselor Potter surrounded by a gaggle of little children - where all of those his? - and to her shock, Lily was right there beside him, smiling brighter than Remi had ever seen the girl do.
"It'll feel a bit cold." He said as he returned with a tub of some strange cream. He scooped some up with two fingers, "Mooncalf balm. Sort of like essence of murtlap, but it leaves you smelling like cheese."
Despite herself, Remi snorted. Harry applied the cream, and she hissed as she felt its icy chill, which was quickly followed by a light, pleasant numbness.
"You should be going to Madam Pomfrey after the full moons to help keep these at bay." He said as he slid his fingers up her elbow and gently rubbed the cream in around her arm.
Remi ducked her head in shame, avoiding eye contact. What could she say? That she'd not wanted to bother the matron with her issues? That deep down, she considered herself a freak? That she deserved the bruises? That they were a reminder of what kind of monster she was?
Harry frowned as he studied her expression, but he didn't say a word. He finished rubbing her arm before gesturing to the other one, and absently, Remi rolled it up as well as he began rubbing it.
It was so soothing, it felt so good as his expert fingers massaged her bruised skin, his touch relieving her aches almost as much as the cream.
For the first time in Merlin knows how long, Remi relaxed, just a little. His palms rode up her arm and massaged the cream onto her shoulder - and oh how badly her shoulders had been aching! - and just as Remi wondered if he was going to go any further, he retreated.
He rolled the lid over the tub until it snapped shut and then he pushed the balm towards her. "Apply that once a day for the next few days, you should feel a good amount of relief."
"T-T-Thank you."
He fixed her with a stern look, a look of disappointment. She wilted under it, but his disappointment was much kinder than the looks she received from her father when he thought she wasn't looking.
"Remi, you need to take better care of yourself. The way you're handling things now is not going to improve your condition."
"What do you know about my condition?!" She snapped.
Her eyes widened, hands covering her mouth in a panic over her outburst. It had come out so suddenly, an uncontrollable fury that had just burst forth.
Harry was not shaken by her words, he remained calm, his smile intact. "Of course, Remi, I can't presume to truly comprehend your pain, but I've been around my fair share of werewolves, and I know how recovery can be handled."
"You.. you've been around werewolves before?" She asked, completely mystified. A wizard being around werewolves? It sounded ridiculous.
"I don't want to paint too rosy a picture of the states, Remi. There is still a lot of prejudice over there, even if its a bit more masked than here, but there are pockets, communities, where wizards and werewolves coexist in harmony. Or as close to harmony as humans can get, anyways."
"H-How?"
Harry shrugged. "Everywhere is different, so I can't generalize, but I spent a year living amongst the Lakota people in Minnesota, and there, werewolves are protectors of the tribe. I once saw a woman spend a full moon cuddled up with her husband in wolf form. The next morning, there wasn't a scratch on her."
Remi didn't believe it, she couldn't believe it. She was a monster. A beast. There was no possible way for a werewolf to not cause pain and suffering. It was all they were good for.
Noting her disbelief, Harry continued on, "What I learned, Remi, is that one cannot reject their inner wolf. For the Lakota, being turned was a privilege reserved for only the strongest warriors, and at first you could see them struggle much like you are. They would think of themselves as separate from the wolf. The more they rejected it, the more painful the entire cycle became. Only through accepting the wolf as a part of them could they truly find relief."
It was like an explosion had gone off inside of Remi's head. She understood the words he'd spoken, but they made no coherent sense. They were ridiculous. Ludicrous, even. Her face had turned beet red, and this time, there was nothing that could stop the torrent of fyendfier that burst from her mouth.
"Are you fucking INSANE?!" The chair crashed loudly to the floor as she shot up. "You're telling me to embrace my fucking disease? To become even more of a freak?"
"Remi-"
"I'M A FREAK! A MONSTER!" She clutched at her chest, wishing she could tear it open, wishing she could rip her heart out. "I've got an ugly beast eating me up from the inside, and you want me to embrace it?!!!"
Remi's eyes were wild, she felt her blood pressure rising and a panic threatening to overtake her. She needed to get out of there. Now.
Without another word, she marched to the door, violently slamming it open as she escaped the counselor's office.
She was very close to running. Dangerously close. But for now she was marching, her mind going a mile-a-minute, feeling as if she were overheating as she aimlessly drifted throughout the castle.
She was a monster! She was a beast! That was all she would ever be! She was meant to suffer. She deserved to suffer.
She stumbled on a moving staircase and almost fell several steps. She took a deep breath, collecting herself as well as she could manage before heading off to Gryffindor tower.
"How did it go?" Jamie asked as she sat with Serena by the fireplace. Remi glanced at them, but she only let out a huff before marching past them to the staircase.
She closed her blinds. Sealed them with magic, ignoring all of her friend's attempts to get to her. She lay in bed and stared up at the ceiling, a towering inferno roiling about inside her mind.
After several hours, with a migraine hammering inside her skull, sleep finally claimed her.
The next morning, a much calmer Remi sat at breakfast, where Jamie and Serena were now both eying her with concern.
Serena whipped out her wand and quickly cast a privacy charm as both girls leaned in. "Alright, Moony, what the hell happened?" Serena tugged at her arm, forcing Remi to look at her.
Remi had never seen the aloof girl act so concerned, her steel grey eyes boring unflinchingly into her own.
"What did he do, Moony?" Jamie asked from her other side, her voice dripping with barely contained rage.
Remi sighed. Shaking her head. "He didn't do anything."
"Bullshit." Serena snapped. "You were bloody hurt. I could see it. And no one hurts my puppy."
Remi blushed, averting her gaze as she let out a cough. "No, seriously girls. He… he actually asked me, about stuff. He knows about… about my little problem,"
Serena and Jamie both inhaled deeply. "And?" Jamie asked in a dangerous tone.
"He's not like that." Remi said, and Jamie seemed disappointed, "He's actually very accepting. I've never met anyone quite as… ok with what I am."
"Besides us, right?" Serena insisted.
"Right." Remi nodded absently as she stared down at her plate.
"Then what exactly happened?"
Remi shook her head. "I-I need to apologize. He was only trying to help, and I kind of blew up at him." She lifted her head, eyes searching the head table, but as always, he was absent.
"Apologize?!" Jamie looked ready to go on a tirade, but a firm look from Serena stopped her right in her tracks.
Remi never skipped class, but she decided it wouldn't hurt to skip History of Magic just this once. She made a bee-line for his office and knocked on the door.
She shouldn't have blown up at him. Yes, what he'd said had been ridiculous, but Remi was a model student, and he'd only been trying to help.
She would apologize and then go on her way. Then she'd try to convince Jamie to end her crusade against him. That last part would be quite difficult, but it was the least she could do.
The door opened and Remi did a double take as she saw Frank Longbottom of all people walking out with Harry trailing behind.
"A-Are you sure that it's normal, sir?"
Harry nodded kindly, "Quite. I suggest you head on over to the greenhouses and ask Pomona for that mixture I suggested. You'll be stiff as a bowtruckle in no time!"
He patted Frank's back, and Remi was eternally grateful that he couldn't see her behind the door as her yearmate turned and practically sprinted off in the direction of the greenhouses.
"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess." Harry muttered under his breath as he prepared to retreat back into his office, only to glimpse Remi as he pulled the door inward.
"Remi! Good to see you!"
Remi was taken aback. She expected him to at least be guarded around her after her outburst, but he was acting as they'd had nothing but a pleasant chat.
"S-Sir, I came to apologize." She said, rubbing her hands together nervously.
Harry shook his head. "Nothing to apologize for. I should have tread more carefully around such a sensitive subject. I shouldn't have prodded. Lesson learned." He finished with a chuckle.
"Haha, yeah." Remi said.
"Oh, hold on just a sec." Harry disappeared back into his office before quickly coming back out, holding out the jar of mooncalf balm he'd used on her the previous day.
"You forgot to take it yesterday."
Remi took the balm, staring down at it. Despite all her struggles the previous night, she could admit that when it came to aches and pains, she had never felt quite as much relief.
"Well, Remi, if you ever do need to talk again, I'll be here." He gave her a smile and a nod. Remi smiled back.
He pulled the door towards him, and it was like she saw it closing in slow motion. It felt as if she were at a crossroads. What she decided now would have repercussions for the rest of her life.
Before she could even register it, she'd wedged her foot between the door. Harry glanced up at her. A questioning look on his face.
"Ermm.." she laughed nervously, shocked at what she had just done but becoming filled with a strange, nervous energy. "I-I actually do want to talk. Now, if you have time."
He gave her that same kind smile that made her heart flutter as he pushed the door open. "Please, come in."
They were sitting at his desk again, and Remi was filled with dueling senses of panic and excitement. She was going way past her comfort zone, that was for sure.
"So, Remi, what do you want to talk about?"
As if he didn't know exactly what she wanted to talk about.
"Well, its just… what you said, about embracing the inner wolf… does it really work?"
"I've seen it work."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "H-Have you heard of Fenrir Greyback?"
Just saying the name sent chills down her spine. It brought up the image she'd buried in her deepest, darkest nightmares, a true monster, a demon that had bitten her when she'd been but a child.
"I have." Harry said soberly. "Was he…"
"...yes."
"Remi, I would be lying if I didn't say that Greyback is in tune with his inner wolf, but he is also an evil, vile, deranged psychopath. With the proper guidance, you can be at peace with yours, and you'll find that the wolf inside of you is just as sensitive and caring as the gorgeous girl that sits across from me."
Remi blushed at being called gorgeous. She didn't think she was pretty, especially sharing a dorm with the likes of Jamie, Lily and especially Serena.
"Could you… I mean… is it possible…?"
Harry placed his hand over hers again, filling her with great warmth. "I would be glad to help you, Remi."
…
"Relax, Remi, remember to relax."
Remi nodded as she kept her eyes shut. She was floating on her back, suspended in the air as the thin smoke of incense wafted around her body, its spicy scent permeating the air.
"Alright, where were we?" Harry asked.
"W-We were in the forest."
"We are in the forest, Remi. A lush, verdant forest, the treetop stretch so high that you can only make out the faintest traces of sunlight."
As Harry spoke, the most astounding thing was happening inside of Remi's mind. She wasn't picturing his words, she was in them. Her body was floating in his office, and she knew that, but her mind was off in another place, in a vast, virgin forest.
It wasn't her imagination at work. Not quite. Harry guided her, and her mind followed.
"Take a deep breath."
Her chest rose, her lungs filling with the incense. She held her breath for a second, then two and then three, and finally, she exhaled.
"Keep walking."
She walked, she brushed aside some of the underbrush as the twigs and dry leaves cracked underneath her foot. She was barefoot here, and surprisingly, she found the roughness of the stones and dirt felt right. It made her feel free.
It was a pleasurable pain.
"What do you see?" his voice was disembodied, as if it was coming down from the sky, from the sun itself.
"I don't really see- oh, wait, I'm seeing something now." She'd come out onto a vast prairie, the dense trees having suddenly disappeared, replaced by endless grassland, the chest-high blades dancing under a stiff wind.
Despite the entire horizon being open to her, Remi's senses were in overdrive. Anything could be hiding under the tall grass, ready to pounce at her at a moment's notice.
There was rustling to her left. Remi leapt aside, ears perked as her fur stood on end.
Fur?
"What's going on, Remi?"
"T-There's something here. I… I need to run. I need to run now!"
"Don't run."
"What? No! I need to go, it's getting closer."
The rustling was louder, and she could clearly see something weaving a path towards her in the tall grass. She needed to leave, she needed to escape.
"Stay put, Remi. Don't be afraid. Just stay."
But she was afraid, she was very afraid. It was nighttime now, the moon was almost as bright as the sun had been, bathing everything in eerie blue light.
Remi's legs were shaking. She wanted to run so bad. But she stayed put. She listened to his voice. She obeyed.
It leapt out at her. It was a huge, hulking beast, claws glinting in the moonlight along with its razor sharp teeth.
Remi let out a panicked gasp as she put her arm out in front of her. Trapped by Harry's words, she let out an ear-splitting shriek as the beast's fangs sank into her arm.
"Remi! Remi! What's going on!" The disembodied voice called.
"I-it's biting me! Oh Merlin… it's tearing me apart!" She screamed as she tried to wrench her arm away from the wolf's powerful jaws. The beast only clamped down harder, jagged teeth digging into skin.
She was going to be devoured. She was going to be ripped to pieces. "Oh god! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Remi! Stay calm! Tell me, does it really hurt?"
His voice boomed. It thundered, piercing through her panicked state as Remi let out an incredulous breath. Of course it hurt. She was in agony…
… wasn't she?...
She allowed herself to relax. She stopped fighting the wolf, shakily at first, but slowly, she surrendered to its grip.
She looked into its yellow eyes. Wild eyes. Dangerous eyes. But eyes that did not hold any malice.
It wasn't tearing at her skin. She could feel its bite, feel its imprint, but it was gentle. The pain was superficial.
It was playful pain.
Remi rolled with the wolf, and she sank her own fangs into its side, and the wolf let out a little yelp as she wrenched her head from side to side.
It was play. They were playing.
Remi's eyes sprung open. She was back in Counselor Potter's office, the haze of smoke leaving her disoriented. She let out a yelp as her body fell into freefall, arms flailing.
Big, strong arms caught her. Cradled her. She looked up, and Harry was there, gazing down at her.
"You've made a breakthrough, Remi." His voice was both coarse and soft. Its vibrations ran down his arm and coursed through her body. "I'm really proud of you."
In that moment, Remi could have melted in his arms.
…
Remi awoke feeling fresh and energized. She was smiling. She'd been smiling a lot lately.
She stared up at her calendar. It had been a week since she'd started her sessions with Harry. She was now entering the werewolf equivalent of PMS. The aches would become stronger, she would get constant headaches, her stomach would churn to the point she sometimes couldn't even manage a single bite of food.
That was how it used to be. Now, she felt nothing but a tingle of anticipation. She was ravenously hungry, and all her mind could conjure up was images of rare steaks.
She got up before everyone else - usually, she was the last to rise - and she walked towards the showers. As she passed by her roommate's beds, she sniffed the air, licking her lips at their combined scents.
She was leaving the shower when Jamie and Serena were walking in, towels and toiletries in hand.
"Moony? Finished before us? What is the world coming to?" Jamie asked in shock.
Remi giggled. Jamie smelled good, but Serena smelled absolutely delicious, something canine in her scent that drew Remi to her.
Serena raised an eyebrow as Remi took a step, and then, to her utter shock, Remi wrapped her arms around her and buried her face in her neck, inhaling deeply and loudly.
Jamie laughed nervously as Serena stood, stiff as a board. Remi pulled back, smiling up at her as Serena found her cheeks reddening.
"You smell good, Padfoot."
"I'll see you girls at breakfast." She said, giving Serena's arm a squeeze before she walked away.
"What's gotten into her lately?" Jamie asked, eyes narrowed.
"I think those sessions with Potter are working." Serena said as she rubbed her arm. Noticing Jamie's glare, she stood her ground, "What? Even if the bloke's the devil like you say he is, you gotta admit you've never seen Moony this lively." Serena stared at her friend's retreating form, eyes following the sway of her hips, "I like it."
As Remi exited the bathroom, she bumped into Lily.
"Sorry."
"It's ok, Remi." Lily said with a smile.
Remi almost froze. She could smell a scent on her, and it wasn't Lily's own. It was strong and musky, and it made Remi subconsciously rub her thigh together.
Lily must have noticed something, because she gave her a sly little smile. "Well, I'll see you around. You have a session with the Counselor tonight at eight, remember."
"Y-yeah, of course."
…
"How are you feeling, Remi?" Harry asked.
"I-I've been feeling good. I've been feeling real good, actually." She said.
Remi was distracted. She was sitting across from Harry, and every breath she took, she could feel it.
That deep, manly musk. Spicy. Tangy. It made her mouth water.
But also, the very same scent that she'd smelled all over Lily.
There was no way to rationalize it. The way it had been smeared all over her, that couldn't be the result of a simple hug, or sitting close by.
Harry was fucking Lily. He was fucking her proficiently, and often.
Remi was in a state of turmoil. Jamie was her friend, she'd only started this to help her. Now that she knew that there was something going on between Lily and Harry, she should tell Jamie. She should help her friends prank the hell out of Harry, she should try and figure out if there was something sinister behind their involvement.
But she didn't want to do any of that. Harry had given her so much. He'd freed her from pain. He'd helped her, he'd been selfless and caring.
But that wasn't it. Not really. No, there was a different reason that Remi didn't want to try and antagonize Harry.
"Well, that's lovely, Remi. I think we're ready for the next stage."
"Next stage? What is the next stage?" Remi asked. She already felt more than good enough, but she trusted Harry fully.
"Now that you've embraced your inner wolf, it's time to tame her."
Remi choked, "Tame her?"
"Tame her. Once you tame her, during the full moon, you'll be as harmless as a puppy."
Harry opened up a drawer. She heard metal clanging, and then she gasped.
It was a collar. A big one. It was made of thick brown leather, studded with silver spikes. Dangling from the middle, there was a heart-shaped tag with her name etched onto it.
She was absolutely speechless as Harry placed the collar in front of her. She stared at it, her heart throbbing against her chest, her mind filled with nothing but static.
"Please, Remi, take it." Harry insisted. His eyes were calm yet burning. "Try it on. It's yours, after all."
Remi's hands were trembling as she reached out to grab it. She grasped it with both hands, feeling the cold metal of the studs and the buckle, the grain of the leather, the denseness of it as she wrapped her hand around it.
She lifted it. It felt heavy. Hefty. Weighty.
She looked up at Harry. He didn't say a word. Remi unclasped the buckle and the collar opened up. She brought it close.
She shuddered as she drew in a breath. It smelled like him. It was drenched in his scent. He'd marked it.
She felt goosebumps and shivers as she placed the collar around her neck. She tightened it, ever so slightly past the point of comfort, just tight enough to where she would feel it with every breath, with every swallow.
She closed the clasp, the resounding click resonating throughout her entire being.
It was so heavy, so constricting.
She'd never felt safer.
Harry reached out. Her breath hitched as his strong hand touched her face, his fingers brushing over her skin. She leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as he caressed her, as his hands ran through her short brown hair. She practically purred as his fingers massaged her scalp.
"Remi."
She opened one eye, the other cradled inside the warmth of his palm.
"You're going to keep that collar on, Remi. You're going to be a good little puppy. I'm going to make you my puppy. Is that alright?"
She nodded. It was more than alright.
He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a thin leather leash.
"Come on, Remi, let's go for a walk."
"A walk?!" She yipped, finally breaking out of her daze as Harry rounded his desk to stand at her side with the leash in hand.
"A walk." He repeated.
"B-But… where?" She asked, not moving to stop him as Harry clipped the leash to her collar.
"Outside. Just a quick little stroll."
Remi's eyes widened in panic. "But what if someone sees us?"
He cupped her face again, "Let me worry about that, Remi. Focus on being a nice little puppy. You don't have any worries. Alright?"
She stared up at him, open-mouthed. She glanced down at the leash, rather short, especially as he'd wrapped it several times around his hand. Then she glanced down at her collar.
"I don't have any worries."
"Exactly. Now let's go, Remi. Just a short little walk."
He tugged at the leash, she felt the pressure against her neck. Firm.
Her inner wolf was whimpering. It had its ears pinned back.
She got up from the chair, and as Harry tugged the leash down, she understood. She got on hands and knees.
He walked to the door and Remi followed close behind, keeping pace to remain by his side.
Her heart beat faster as he opened the door, out into the great unknown.
In the dimness of night, the hallways of Hogwarts were desolate. Remi crawled on the cold, hard stone, following obediently as Harry took her for a walk.
She should have been worried, terrified of a prefect or professor leaping out at every turn of the corner.
But she wasn't. As she padded beside him, his firm grip on the leash forcing her head upright as they went about their stroll, Remi felt content.
Far too soon, they returned to his office. Harry unclasped the leash, but he kept the collar on.
"It's charmed. No one will see it but us." He explained. "Keep it on, Remi. Tomorrow night, we'll continue your training."
That night, Remi lay in bed, naked. One hand was wrapped tight around the collar, a studded spike digging into the meat of her palm, while her other hand was down in her cunt, two fingers stuffed deep in her pussy as she whined and whimpered, her thumb rubbing desperate circles around her clit.
Throughout the next day, she was positively delirious, a goofy smile constantly on her face.
"Why do you keep touching your neck?" Jamie asked her at one point during class.
Remi shrugged. Serena was quiet, sitting quite close to Remi, which the wolf girl very much appreciated. At one point, Remi decided to put her hand on Serena's thigh. Serena raised an eyebrow, but when Remi stared right back, refusing to move her hand, she smirked slightly, trapping her hand between her thighs as they continued on with the class.
Just before Remi was to go to meet with Harry, Serena caught her, taking advantage of the fact that they were alone. "Moony." She said breathlessly. "Can we talk?"
Remi smiled. She reached out and caressed Serena's face, and then she did something truly shocking, she leaned in and claimed her friend's pouty lips with her own.
Serena gasped in shock before she melted into the kiss, though Remi broke it off soon after.
"Can you wait until tomorrow, Paddy?" Remi asked as she ran her thumb over Serena's lower lip.
"S-Sure." Serena stuttered, her facade of coolness crumbling.
Remi smiled. "I'll see you."
Remi arrived at Harry's quarters filled with an eager energy. Her heart was filled with warmth. She'd just kissed her best friend, and she felt something wonderful blossoming between them.
On top of that, she was learning how to be a good pup for Harry. Who was her owner, she supposed, her master.
The door creaked open but no one stepped out. Remi waited a moment before shrugging.
She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. There was no one in Harry's office, but the door to his quarters was wide open.
Remi sniffed the air.
There was a deep, powerful smell emanating from inside, a smell that fueled the fire already burning within her loins, a smell that made her mouth water and her pussy clench.
She knew who was in there, too.
She took off her shoes. Then she thought for a second and decided to just take off her clothes all together. Top, skirt, knickers and bra all fell to the wayside until she was fully nude.
The first signs of the upcoming full moon were showing. Her skinny thighs were now meaty and muscular. There was a small patch of fur - and it was fur, not hair - right above her mound. Her nails had sharpened, the same as her canines, and her small breasts had swollen just a little bit.
This had never happened before. Before, all she got was cramps and pains and sickly patches over her skin. Now, though, now she felt great.
She got on hands and knees and crawled across the room. She crawled into Harry's bedchamber, where her sensitive ears began to pick up some moans.
"Oh god! Yes! Daddy! Yes! Daddyyyy!"
She couldn't fully see the top of the bed from the floor, but she could see enough. Harry's powerful back towered over everything, etched deep with thick muscle. He was thrusting in and out, glutes squeezing and hamstrings contracting as he pounded a sweet, creamy ass with abandon.
She could even see the girl. Lily, on all fours, squealing like a little girl as Harry fucked her pussy hard, her soft breasts swaying with each thrust as the skin of her ass rippled.
Lily was the first one to see her. Her head turned, her silky auburn hair cascading down onto the mattress. Her emerald eyes locked onto hers, and there was no shock in her expression.
"Daddy, she's here." Lily whispered breathlessly.
Harry stopped thrusting, giving Lily's breast a squeeze before he pulled out. The redhead whined in disappointment.
Remi gasped as she saw his cock slide out of her snatch. It made no sense how that big, thick, beefy mallet managed to fit inside of Lily's teenage pussy. And yet, it slid out, slowly but surely, until it finally dislodged itself from her cunt with a loud pop, Lily's pussy lips giving the tip a goodbye smooch on the way out.
Harry and Lily sat on the bed, facing her. A pair of identical emerald green eyes pinning her to the floor. Lily reached down to stroke her father's cock as Harry smiled at Remi.
"Remi, I'm so proud of you." He said, his voice making her body tremble. "I've barely had to train you, and you're already such a good little pup." He placed a hand on Lily's thigh. "You're going to be Lily's puppy too, you know? All my girls. You're going to be the family dog."
Dog. Not a wolf. A dog. A pet. A pup. A plaything.
Remi's heart soared as she smiled, nodding her head eagerly.
"Daddy, can I?" Lily asked. Harry nodded.
Lily stood. She bent down, searching under the bed until she found what she was looking for. She pulled the leash out from under the bed. Remi's leash.
Remi held her neck out and Lily clasped it on her collar. Lily tugged it up, lifting Remi's head along with it.
"Be a good pet, Remi." Lily said as she brought a hand down to her hot little cunt. "You interrupted daddy and I, so please, come and finish me off."
Remi didn't need any more encouragement. The closer her face got to Lily's cunt, the stronger the scent of her pussy became, the more her feral instincts told her to devour her little peach.
Lily leaned against the bed as Remi nestled her face between her thighs. Remi's tongue slipped out of her mouth, and she gave Lily's cunt a long, slow, broad lick from taint to clit.
Lily let out a lustful moan, arching her back as Remi worked her tongue around inside of her pussyhole, lapping up at the rich juices inside. Harry wrapped an arm around his daughter's waist, pulling her close and giving her a deep kiss.
Remi lost herself in her servitude. Lily's heat was all around her. The heat of her pussy wrapped around her tongue, the heat of her sex burning across her nose, the heat of her thighs smothering her cheeks. And then, there was Harry, her master. His presence hung over everything, his manly musk driving Remi wild everytime she inhaled it, driving the wolf in her insane.
"Oh, looks like our pup's in heat." Harry said, and suddenly, Remi felt something solid against her cunt.
Harry was standing besides Lily now, and he'd stretched his foot out, pressing his toes up against Remi's burning cunt.
Remi gladly obliged. She backed her pussy up against Harry's foot, and it didn't take long at all for her to madly rub it up and down, scratching away at her itch as Harry's toes penetrated her virgin cunt. As her rubbing became more insistent, his big toe slipped in through her rosebud.
Remi moaned against Lily's cunt, redoubling her efforts to lick her owner's pussy, drinking deep from her honeypot. She felt something prod against her cheek, and when she peeked her eye open, she saw Harry's bulging head right up against her face.
She pulled her head back, and Harry rested his cockhead against Lily's clit, causing the redhead to hiss and writhe in pleasure. Once it was safely nestled, Remi dipped her head back down. Opening her mouth up wide, she swallowed up both Harry's mushroom tip and Lily's clit and began licking them up.
They buried themselves in a cycle of depraved ecstasy as Lily tugged hard at her leash. Remi sucked and licked Harry's sensitive head and Lily's clit. Harry's cockhead rubbed up against Lily's clit, and Remi thrust her ass and pussy back against Harry's toes. Her puckered hole pulsated around the big toe, her tight cunt clamping down on the next two down.
She heard Harry's moan's join Lily's and she felt a rush of great pride swell up within her. She had done that! She was doing that! She was servicing her owners! She was being a good pup!
"Ah! Ah! Oh goddddd!" Lily screamed out as she came, her cunt clenching tight as her clit went haywire. Juices discharged from her pussy, splashing all over Remi's chin. Harry's cock began to leak more and more salty, felicious pre-cum, and as Remi swallowed it all up, the overwhelming heat that surrounded her finally proved too much.
She thrust back, lodging Harry's toes deep in her holes, and she came like the bitch in heat that she was.
Lily and Remi both trashed, both riding the crest of their orgasms as juices flooded from their bleating pussies.
Harry pulled his foot back as Remi slid back and Lily fell bonelessly onto the bed. Gently, he took the leash from Lily's grasp.
The firm tug made Remi jolt up just as she was sagging down onto the carpet. She stood at attention on hands and knees as Harry presented his cock to her.
"Be a good pup, Remi. You're doing great."
Remi gave him a dopey smile, serotonin flooding her brain at his words. She opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth, gobbling up as much as she could in a single bob of her head.
"Such a good little puppy." Lily cooed as she stroked Remi's hair while she bobbed her head up and down on Harry's cock, copious amounts of slobber leaking down the side of her mouth. "I always liked you, Remi. You were always so well behaved."
"House trained." Harry said with a grunt as he jabbed his cock down her throat.
Remi's eyes crossed as she choked on his cock. Lily knelt down next to her, lips brushing against her ear, breath tickling her drum. "Will you help us make your friends good pets too?"
"!!!!!!!"
"Lily." Harry warned in a husky tone.
Lily fluttered her lashes. "What, daddy? You asked me to warm up to Potter," she responded cheekily.
Remi answered by continuing to suck. She could think of nothing better than to bring Serena and Jamie in to serve her master. She could already picture it, Serena and her cuddled up in a comfy doggy bed while Jamie was up with her masters, making Lily feel loved.
Harry pulled out of her mouth, leaving her smacking her lips as Lily stroked his cock. He patted the bed. "Come on up, girl."
Taking back control of the leash, Lily guided Remi up onto the bed. The pet werewolf was on all fours, shaking her bum from side to side as she wagged an imaginary tail.
Lily pressed the leash against the side of her face as she forced her head down into the mattress. Harry's hands grabbed onto her hips, and Remi felt his hot, thick, juicy cock rest up against her drooling werewolf cunt.
She was a good doggy. She was a good pet. And she was about to receive the ultimate reward.
"Good girl." Lily whispered as she sucked her earlobe into her mouth. At the same time, Harry pressed his cock into her pussy.
Remi let out something in between a moan and a howl as her virgin pussy was claimed by her master. His cock was so big, so overwhelmingly girthy, it left her mouth open as she panted, drooling onto the sheets as he snaked inch after inch of dense cockmeat into her puppy cunt.
Her eyes glazed over, rolling to the back of her head as Harry's cock forced its way up against the very bottom of her pussy, engorged head wedging itself up against her cervix.
As much as she could, Remi tried to squeeze her walls, to contort them around her master's cock, to ensure the feeling was as pleasurable as possible for him.
For her, it was absolute bliss. She shuddered as Lily sucked mire of her ear into her mouth, and then, Harry began to fuck her.
He thrust in and out. Long, deliberate, powerful strokes. Dominating strokes. With each thrust that slammed against her quivering pussy, her submission was further reinforced. Each time his cockhead smashed against the bundle of nerves at the back of her pussy, every time it found a way to wrench her cervix wider and wider apart, it was a reminder of what Remi already knew deep in her bones: he was the master, she was his loyal pet.
Remi did everything she could to signal her surrender. She buried her head deeper into the mattress as Lily's tongue burrowed its way into her ear. She perked her ass high up into the air as Harry's pelvis clapped against her cheeks, the *plap*plap*plap* that resulted sounding like the most beautiful symphony she had ever heard.
As she felt her orgasm rapidly approaching, the only thing that could have made this moment any better would have been if Serena was there to witness it, if she could have held her hand while she watched Remi being ravaged by her master.
By their master.
"... good girl, cum for me, girl, cum all over my cock…"
Remi's hands fisted on the sheets as her body began to shake. Harry kept her pinned down, he kept her pinned to the bed like the alpha that he was. Pinned her like he meant to mate her. To pound some puppies into her.
Her eyes crossed as the thought invaded her mind, refusing to leave. An orgasm that had already begun to erupt turned cataclysmic as she moaned against the bedsheet.
"I want to hear what she has to say, Lily."
Lily fisted her hair, wrenching her head back forcefully.
"P-Please! Master! Put your knot in me! Breed me! Please!"
Harry's powerful hand then grabbed the back of her collar, pulling her back even more violently than Lily had. The collar squeezed against her throat, restricting her airway as Harry's thrusts became more forceful, more demanding.
"Do it, daddy! Make our little puppy pregnant!"
Harry's next thrust was so powerful, it rattled her brain and left her head ringing. His cockhead broke its way in through her cervix, the very tip managing to pop out inside of her womb.
And then came the flood.
Remi had never known true bliss until now. It was scalding hot and thick as molasses, and as it filled up her womb, burning up against her lower stomach, she had never felt more complete.
Lily cupped her daddy's balls as they emptied inside of Remi, his cock pulsating wildly as he pushed deeper, head sinking into the pool of creamy sludge that he'd created until finally, with a muffled, wet pop, his entire head broke into her womb.
Remi howled, biting her lip until it bled. She felt him lodge himself inside of her. Her cervix closed around his shaft, up under the bottom of his mushroom-head, keeping him firmly trapped inside of her.
He'd knotted her.
When Harry finally let go of her collar, Remi collapsed, a drooling, twitching mess as more and more cum filled up her womb.
She could hear Lily moaning - they were kissing again - but it mostly sounded like static to her. She reached between her legs, feeling around her bloated stomach until she felt something solid.
With a euphoric gasp, she closed her fingers around the outline of his head, still spurting the last few drops of semen into her womb.
She whimpered and mewled, never letting go of his cockhead, her master's cockhead, buried deep within her womb.
She was happy. Remi was finally happy. She was true to herself. She had accepted her nature.
She couldn't wait for the rest of her pack to join.