BillFicathon - When Wolves come Out To Play - Pt 1
Title: When Wolves Come Out To Play
Author: dragongirl997
Recipient: yaoigirl18
Rating: R
Pairings: Bill Weasley/Harry Potter/Remus Lupin
Word Count: 10,988
Warnings: Threesome, Master/slave, Voyeurism, Creature!Harry, Creature!Bill
Summary: After Sirius disappeared through the veil during the episode at the DoM and Dumbledore still refused to properly train Harry Remus decided he had had enough. He wasn’t going to stand by and watch his Cub sink into depression and he wasn’t going to stand by and let Harry not have the training he needed. It is over two years later when they are found by a certain red head and they are reintroduced to a very different pair of men.
Author's notes: Written as a gift for yaoigirl18 on LJ in the BillFicathon exchange. This is my first fic using him and my first go at a threesome so I hope it is as good as I want it to be and that she likes it. Also yes this does go AU/AR after OotP, but is mostly if not entirely compliant for the books before that.
I had been over two years since anyone had seen them, either of them. In truth the redhead still wasn’t sure what had brought him here. But, as the oldest Weasley stared at the sight before him, he could honestly say that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be here or not. They had looked for several months after Harry’s sixteenth birthday, but no one had been able to find a sign of them anywhere; not that Dumbledore had seemed too surprised. No one had questioned the old man, but there had just been something in his gaze that said that he didn’t expect to find them. Really though, his main question was after all that looking why had they suddenly decided to appear now and why here of all places? There was no denying it was them either. Not with that messy hair, those green eyes, and that scar on the younger of the two. Though, if not for Harry, he may not have known Remus.
Bill couldn’t stop himself from settling into a chair in shock. Looking at the two males and taking them in unconsciously while waving off a waiter with an order for something as he did so. If asked later, he wouldn’t be able to tell you much about that night, not even what he had been drinking, but it was just too much of a shock. They had changed, both of them, and he wasn’t sure which had changed more, truth be told. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there watching them, but when bright green eyes met his gaze he knew that somehow they had lured him there. He didn’t know why they had wanted him there, but that gaze told him that it had known he was there, and probably had since he walked though the door.
Somehow Bill thought he should be unnerved by that, or at the very least worried, but he couldn’t find it in him to bother. In fact, it almost felt like his mind was fuzzy and only half working. Some part of him said that that wasn’t a good thing and that his mind shouldn’t be fuzzy, especially not here, but he couldn’t find it in him to listen to that voice.
A more real voice almost literally in his ear drew him from his thoughts and he blinked a couple times trying to focus on what it was saying. He wasn’t sure what the brute of a man was asking in truth, but a growl from somewhere in front of him gave the man pause. Redirecting his attention once more he again was met by a green gaze, but it was quite closer now. In fact, the owner of said green eyes was settled between his knees. His eyes were nearly glowing as they stared down the large man “Harry?” the ginger questioned as his brain informed him that he was in over his head here. Harry didn’t seem to hear him though as the brunet instead offered the unknown male, “He isn’t here to play. We told him to meet us here because we knew he wouldn’t be followed.”
Bill wasn’t some innocent thing. He had managed to figure out what sort of place he had walked into, but that didn’t mean he had ever been to such a place. It also didn’t mean he understood entirely what was happening. So no, Harry’s words weren’t entirely lost on him, but he couldn’t quite call all this ‘playing’ either. It got the unknown man to go away though, so he wasn’t going to question, especially when he had more important questions on his mind. Things like: where they had been? Before he could open his mouth to even start to question though, he found his lap full of Harry Potter, and his brain abruptly shut down again even as he hissed out a, “What do you think you’re doing?” He tried to keep calm as his gaze wondered around the room hoping no one he knew was here.
“It is either this or you get to deal with more men like him until you leave,” Harry calmly informed the oldest Weasley child. After a long moment he seemed to reluctantly nod though and Harry continued “Good boy. We called you here on purpose and for one reason you’re going to give Dumbledore a message for us. Tell him to call a meeting of the bird club in Snuffle’s house in one week at this time. We want all of the bird club there and we will not show up unless they are. Tell him that b>does include all his special members and that they can get over it if they don’t like the time. If they want me back, they will be there and make sure Dumbledore knows that we will have questions for him before anything else happens. And, I mean anything.”
He paused there giving the redhead a chance to take in his words. “If we even think he or any others will attempt to give us any potions or use any spells on us, we are gone. These are our terms and you will all get your answers then.” Unable to remain serious for too long, the nearly twenty-one year old gave the redhead a kiss and a grin adding, “Don’t stay too long, Billy, or they will be back to try and play with you.” Before leaving Bill’s lap once more, Harry said, “Oh, and don’t bother calling the bird club. We will be gone for the night before they could get here.” Harry turned and walked back over to where Remus was waiting, not once looking back.
Bill wasn’t sure why he believed Harry, but he did, and the next week was probably the longest he could remember ever living. It wasn’t until after he had left the club that he had even realized how well he had been played by the green eyed saviour. That realization had only made him more determined to have his answers though. He had even gone so far as to go back to the club for every night following that one just to try and catch sight of the boy again. It had been for naught though. Sure, Bill wasn’t bothered any other time and was even avoided, though he didn’t notice it. But, he didn’t find Harry or even Remus again. It was that lack of success that had brought him to the meeting so early, making him one of the first there.
He had settled in one of the many chairs that had been set up, waiting and watching as the others slowly trickled in. Their looks ranged from curious to angry to neutral, and nearly everything in between though he could honestly say that these were the ‘normal’ looks of most of them. They really were an odd lot, but maybe that was why they did so well. Bill couldn’t say he knew that for sure, but he did think it was part of it at the very least.
Apparently trying to analyze the others around him had taken longer than he had realized because before he knew it the noise around him fell off as Dumbledore made his way into the room. It wasn’t his appearance that caused the drop. It was the not-so-normal look on his face. It was a happy and eager look while still being a bit disappointed; there was even a hint of uncertainty to it, if you looked close enough. I wasn’t the look people were used to from the man, but these past couple of years had been hard on them all, especially Dumbledore. There had been so many people coming down on him for losing Harry. Bill's thoughts halted when Albus raised his hands and started to speak.
“I know you are all wondering about the abrupt call of this meeting. If it had been a new raid, the meeting should have been called that day. And, if it was important, it should have been passed on by the next day. The problem, however, is that I didn’t call this meeting.”
Bill could see the looks around him shift as hands reached for wands and the like. So Albus hadn’t told them Harry had called the meeting then. Hmm? Well, it would explain why his brother and Hermione didn’t seem more excited, and why the Slytherins didn’t seem more worried or annoyed about being summoned by Harry. He probably should get on with this though because if Harry walked through that door and they didn’t know his conditions, they would probably lose his help. Bill knew he wasn’t an easy man to manipulate, but Harry had done so easily, and he wouldn’t put it past Harry to have a plan. He didn’t know where the boy had been these past couple of years, but it had done wonders for him. Again, Bill was pulled from his thoughts, this time at the sound of his name…
“…came from Bill. Harry approached him to pass on the need for this meeting.” The elder motioned to him. “I’ll leave it to you to explain, my boy.”
Bill resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Albus got them all worked up and then redirected their attention. Just perfect. Well, it was what it was, and he'd better get on with it before Harry showed up. He supposed he could be annoyed at Albus later. “Harry found me a week ago demanding a meeting of the ‘Bird Club’, as he called it, with all of us present. He said it needed to be here, in this house, at this time, and that he would be here. Harry wanted me to pass the message on to Albus with the conditions that everyone was to be here, even the spies. Harry said that if they thought anyone was trying to use a potion on them, they were gone, and that if anyone pulled their wand on them, they were gone.” Bill informed the group, part of which glared at him and part of which had various expressions. A couple of faces were blank. It was from one of the blank faces that the question came.
“They who?” Draco questioned.
Bill blinked. Hadn’t Albus explained anything? A glance at the man said that no, he hadn’t missed the man explaining that it was both of them. Well, fine. “Remus Lupin was with Harry when he found me, and they will both be coming.”
“He specifically said 'spies'? Not ‘spy’ but 'spies'?” Severus asked this time.
The redhead nodded. “He didn’t use the word ‘spy’. He said ‘special people,’ but when there are ears listening in, would you really expect him to come out and say ‘spy’?”
The look Severus offered him clearly said that was exactly what the man thought Harry would do. Bill chose to ignore it and move on. “They should be here any moment either way, and while I don’t know where they have been, Harry doesn’t seem to be the same as he was when he left. I was ready to demand answers from him when I first saw him, but he managed to do something.” Bill paused, frowning as he tried to come up with a way to describe it. He wasn't even sure what ‘it’ was. But after a moment of failing, he shook his head.."I still don’t know how or what he did, but it seemed like my thoughts were full of wool. I heard what he said and replied, but my own thoughts were just too fuzzy to remember. I remembered them later, after I was away from him, but…” His words drifted off and Bill shook his head.
Bill didn’t know what it was, but he wanted them all to be aware. They couldn’t underestimate Harry like they all once had. Something had changed in the time he had been missing and they needed to realize that. The looks around him again shifted at his newest words, but Bill hardly had time to register the newest changes before the door Albus had entered through was slammed open by a something that then hit the wall opposite it. That was followed by, “That is your one and only warning. If anyone else raises their wand to me, I will be gone.” The words resounded in a sharp and near deadly tone preceding Harry into the room. Gazes turned towards what had hit the wall to find Lucius laid out flat. Bill hadn’t even realized Lucius wasn’t in the room. Of course, he probably had been right up till he found out who was coming in.
Harry watched the faces register the crumpled form of the elder Malfoy before they turned to him. Most were either shocked or were stunned. He knew he looked different from that boy who had lost Sirius through the veil, but they would either get used to it or get over it. Either way, he didn’t care. He had stopped caring some time ago, after the first year maybe, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He knew he had grown some. Not a lot. The treatment from the Dursleys had seen to that. But, he had put on a couple of pounds. He had more muscles now,. Again, they didn’t look like much, but that wasn’t for lack of strength. It was from who or rather what he now was. His green gaze was brighter than it had ever been since he had been able to properly live for the first time in his life during this time with Remus.
He knew his clothes would probably be the biggest change, and while they weren’t as ‘bad’ as some he owned, he hadn’t been willing to give into the idea of hiding any of who he now was. The pants were black leather that fit like a second skin. The shirt was another thing of leather, this one more of a buttoned-up vest, though it was longer and covered a bit more than a traditional ‘vest’ would. His shoes were black moccasins that were made simply, without any sort of frills, and on his left hand he had a metal bracelet/ring combo that was connected by a chain and made of white gold.
Harry's gaze didn’t even waver when Remus came in behind him dressed similarly but for the bracelet/ring being on the opposite hand, and his top being more shirt than vest-like. Harry didn’t bother to try and stop the smirk when the faces before him shifted at their appearance, though he would admit that Bill’s was the most amusing. Harry knew he had been luring the man that day in the club, but it really was amusing to see him openly staring now that his mind wasn’t being affected so. He had wondered if Bill would be any fun to play with, but that look made Harry really wonder. Harry mentally shook himself. That would have to be for later. Right now, they had things to do and he needed his audience awake for this. He turned his gaze to Draco. “If you can get him to keep his wand to himself, it would be good to revive him.” He motioned towards where Draco's father still lay. Harry ignored the look that was somewhere between anger and calculating, waiting to see what Draco would do and was actually glad when Draco chose to revive Lucius.
Harry would need their help. He was no leader and didn’t like pretending to be, but if he was going to play the part, he would need all of them for this. Once Lucius had suitably fixed himself and settled at the table, Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, trusting Remus to watch his back while he was distracted.
“Before I tell you or them anything, I want answers and I want them to know them too. You think that that prophecy of yours is about me, right?” he questioned, uninterested in the look of slight confusion that sparked, however briefly, before dying as Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer. Harry interrupted, “No, I don’t want your speeches. Just shake your head ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Dumbledore.”
When the elder nodded, Harry cocked his head to the side a bit. “So, you thought that, but you still thought to send me to be raised by Muggles? Just shake your head. We’ve all heard it before,” Harry informed him when he opened his mouth again, earning him a nod. “So you thought I was supposed to kill some evil wizard who had as much or maybe more power than you, but you wanted me raised with Muggles. And not just any Muggles, but Muggles who hated magic so much they hit me for even saying the word ‘magic’.”
Harry just narrowed his gaze this time when the man made to verbally reply, which caused Dumbledore to think better of it and just nod.
“So you let me grow up knowing nothing about magic. And then, when I came to school you decided it was a good idea to not only keep sending me back to the magic-hating Muggles, but to not even tell me this prophecy and to not even try and give me extra training.” Harry eyed the man calmly, waiting until Dumbledore finally nodded once more.
“So you let me go on, year after year, knowing all along that I was supposed to go against this horrid man without training. You even let me go without my family? After all, it was you who got my godfather put into prison without a trial, and what did you do when he escaped? You didn’t even plan to tell me who he was, did you? You would have been happy to see him locked back up or kissed by the Dementors without me ever knowing who he was, wouldn’t you?” Now the old man was looking uncomfortable as he nodded. but Harry pressed on. “It was the same with Remus, wasn’t it? If he hadn’t told me who he was, you would have been happy to let me think I was alone. You wanted me to think all I had was you and the Dursleys, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question. He knew it was true, so he didn’t care when the elder didn’t reply in any way. In fact the smirk on Harry’s face said it all.
“Remus told me that you told him and the others not to contact me at all that summer after Sirius died. You wanted me to think that none of them cared, didn’t you? I was getting too close to them, was listening to them too much, and you couldn’t have that.” The grin that spread over Harry's face at that point was feral. “I’m glad Remus didn’t listen. I’m glad he came and got me from those wretched Muggles. I just wish it had been a full moon so he would have ripped them to pieces.” He could hear the gasps from various people around the table, but he didn’t care. Maybe this would get his point across. “I am not that boy anymore, Dumbledore. I am not and never will be yours to command or control. I have learned a lot over these last few years and, yes, I have been gone years. You would be amazed how many places you can find time-shifted places when you need them, and I did need them,” he informed the old man before finally turning his attention to the group as a whole.
“I have been in training for years now. To you, I have been gone two years, but for me, it has been six very long and hard years. I am not and never will be the Harry Potter you knew. He was a toy for Dumbledore, and I will not be Dumbledore’s toy. I have learned much in my time away, but I know that I still don’t know enough.” He told them this, meeting every gaze and feeling the push against his mind when he met the gaze of all three of the main Slytherins. He could see the momentary flicker in their gaze as they saw his thoughts, but grinned wider when he saw the confusion that replaced it when they retreated and remembered nothing. It was a different form of mind defence. Instead of locking the memories away where they couldn’t be seen, it instead made only their owner able to remember them because they were locked into their owner’s mind.
Once he was sure they all understood, he continued, “I would not have come back now if not for the information we learned from the Pack in Egypt near where Bill is currently working. Voldemort is making a final push and plans to attack soon, very soon.”
“Is that where you have been staying?”
Remus didn’t even bother to move his gaze from Bill to answer Ron’s question. “No.” The question hadn’t been for him, but Remus felt it was his question to answer. “We moved from one pack to another when we were not in a time-shifted place during the past few years. We had only been with that one a month, for them. We were gone for the full moon and a couple days after; when we came back, they let us know that Voldemort had been by, but they are loyal to us and would not join him.” Remus smirked at that. “Apparently there are a few Death Eaters with scars now because they tried to press the Pack by trying to take the cubs. We have since heard from the other packs we stayed with that the same has happened to them because they wouldn’t join him. Packs we haven’t talked to or stayed with have joined him,” he explained.
Harry picked it back up there. “We aren’t sure exactly when it will happen, but if he is planning to use the Wolves, he’ll have to take the moon into account. It will take him two more weeks to have the Packs that are on his side gathered and, by then, it will be just after the next full moon which means he won’t be able to attack for another three days after that. That means we have five weeks, and probably no more, to be ready. We can summon the Packs that are on our side if there is a place they can stay, and I know the goblins will be with us.” The knowing smile told them all that was probably because of something that had been done, but what was an unknown.
“What I need from you is a plan and a place for the wolves to stay. They won’t need the potion as each Pack has a member who can make it, but they will need a place to run when they turn and a place to camp until the battle. They will not be harmed and they will not suffer or be detained after this is over. They will be allowed to return to their lands. I will not demand that you like them. I know some of you can’t or won’t.” He intentionally met Severus’ gaze “They will be given basic respect,” Harry informed them, making sure the Potions Master knew that Harry didn’t care who he liked, but that the Werewolves wouldn’t be dishonoured.
“After we are done here, I will be going to talk to the beings that inhabit the lake and forest, both human and half-human alike.” Harry paused meeting Hagrid’s gaze. “Would you talk to your friend in the forest for us? Let him know all we need and want him to do is have his children eat anyone in black robes and a white mask.” The half-giant’s face paled, as did most of the other faces around the table, but after a long moment he nodded. “I know it isn’t something you want, but we need the help.” Harry offered the final bit in as close to soothing a voice as he could manage.
Meeting Charlie’s gaze, Harry studied the second oldest Weasley boy for a long moment before speaking. “Do you think any of the dragons would be willing to help us?” It took a moment, but Harry's eyes widened and he spoke again. “Yes I would have the same request of the dragons: eat, kill, or hurt anyone in a black robe with a white mask.”
“I do not know.”
Harry nodded. He had thought as much, but hopefully five weeks would be enough time for Charlie to find out and get back to them.
Harry shifted his gaze to the three spies, meeting all three gazes. “Will he want you with him?” The looks on their faces were all he needed to know that yes they would be expected. He considered for a moment trying to come up with options that wouldn’t make it so incriminating, but the only option he could come up with wasn't one he liked at all. Still, he knew he had to try. “Would Fenrir do you a favour?”
‘Anything for the Pack’. That was how Werewolves were, but Remus knew he had never been a proper part of Fenrir’s Pack. If he claimed the opposite though… “Possibly.”
Harry nodded. “We will get back to that if he can’t help,” he promised. The look of surprise that flickered over all three faces was a small comfort to the part of him that still liked these people. After all, maybe that meant there would be some hope for them. All that settled, Harry nodded. “We will make more plans as we have more information, but I think this will be enough for now. I have people to see, and we all have things to do.” He stood tall once more, turning to the door, not once looking back even as he paused at the door. “Dumbledore, you will let Bill know when you have a place for the Packs to stay. Severus, Lucius, Draco, I will find a way to get you a message once I know how things with Fenrir work out. Hagrid and Charlie, pass on your progress to Bill as well. Bill, we will find you again before the full moon to see how things are going and let you know when Dumbledore needs to call the next meeting,” Harry informed them all before walking out.
Harry had been gone nearly ten minutes when everyone managed to pull themselves together, collectively agreeing with Bill’s earlier assessment that he had changed. They had hardly been able to speak around him. Individual thoughts did vary some, but that was the main thought everyone had as they realized that between all of them, they had said maybe five sentences the entire time Harry had been there.
The near hour of questioning that he had to endure after Harry and Remus left had been torture, but in the end, it had been Severus who had stopped all the questions with a rather simple explanation: he was isolated. Someone had pointed out that Charlie was too, but that had been another easy one: the dragons. If Harry and Remus smelled like Werewolves as badly as he would guess that would only annoy the dragons his younger brother worked with. In short they had all ended up doing as requested and passing on the information to Bill and now, he was waiting.
Harry had said before the next full moon and that was two nights away now. Bill was starting to get anxious that something had happened. He had tried again to find Harry and Remus on his own, but trips to the club over the past couple of days turned up nothing. He wasn’t giving up though, and without even realizing it, he was once more headed back to the club. Unlike the last two trips, it didn’t take him long to spot the two he was looking for. They were nearly as before, skin-tight, black leather pants, no shirt, those bracelet/ring things on their hands, no shoes. But unlike before, they were wearing collars and for some reason it was those that stole his gaze. He had done a bit of digging since that first trip, not a lot by any means, but enough to at least try and pretend to know what was happening and the addition gave him an odd sort of squirming feeling in his stomach. If he didn’t know better, he would almost say it was jealousy, anger, or both. But he knew that couldn’t be right. After all, what did he have to feel angry or jealous about?
He shook the thoughts off as he grabbed a table and absently ordered something to drink as he waited. He knew better than to try and go to them, not with the new addition to their wears. It would be rude and a challenge. One that he wasn’t going to be offering. While it took a while for Harry to meet his gaze, he was again sure that the younger male had known he was there all along when he didn’t seem at all surprised. He was, however, surprised when the other made his way over and, as before, planted himself in Bill’s lap. He was going to question how smart that was, but as before, he couldn’t find his thoughts enough to manage it. Harry was speaking.
“Fenrir will be taking care of the Bird Club’s special people. When they come to the club, they will not be taken to Dumbledore or his house. They will not be healed of anything that won’t scar, and you will bring them here with you in one week. If they are in poor condition and can not wait that long to be healed, you will bring them here and tell the door man ‘Anything for the Pack. I honour them above all else and bring the Pack to Raven and Moon.’ He will show you where you can take them to be healed, and he will find us.”
Bill nodded, getting a rather odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was something he was missing here, something they were all missing, but he just wasn’t sure what. After a moment the fuzzy thoughts seemed to lessen a bit and he remembered that he had information for Harry. “Some of Hagrid and Charlie’s friends will be happy to help. Dumbledore said that after your talk the centaurs volunteered part of the forest for your friends to stay while they are helping out,” he informed Harry, glad when the boy smiled at the news.
That was apparently all Harry needed because the younger male kissed him before standing up. “Tell Dumbledore the next meeting will be in two weeks, but that I will be coming to his house before my friends do to make sure they are doing well.” Harry headed back to where Remus was without a backward glance, just like the first time. Bill was nearly home before his mind finally kicked in enough for him to realize that he hadn’t been given any dirty looks for Harry’s ‘performance’ back there. Someone should have said something about that to at least Harry, if not both of them, and that no one did just made him even more confused. Bill did have to wonder if maybe Harry was just going to get in trouble later with whoever had given that to him.
It was the day after the full moon and Bill was back again, this time with the three spies hidden near by. He had never been here before and actually managed to find Harry, but he had said this would work. It had taken him lots of talking and basically kidnapping the three to get them here, but Bill trusted Harry to know what he was doing. He took a deep breath trying to steady himself before making his way to the door and the man Bill usually all but ignored beyond showing him ID. The man raised an eyebrow at him in question and Bill couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. After all, Dumbledore and the others were bound to notice soon and come after them. He didn’t know what Harry had planned, but he wouldn’t let him down. Not in this. Bill just hoped Harry didn’t let him down.
That settled, Bill took a steadying breath. What was it Harry had said to tell the man if he needed him sooner? Ah! Yes! That was it. “Anything for the Pack. I honour them above all else and bring the Pack to Raven and Moon.” The man frowned at him and Bill couldn’t help wondering if he had said it wrong or if Harry had lied. But then, the man took a deep breath before quickly nodding.
“Where are they?”
Bill was glad when the man seemed to know at least something, and he motioned off towards a building a bit farther down the street where he had left the three. The man nodded and motioned him to follow with a larger man from inside to where he had left the unconscious men.
The next few hours were a blur, but Bill was glad when all three were settled in beds in a hidden part of the club being looked after by a grey-haired wizard. But, it wasn’t until Harry showed up near dusk that he truly felt at ease. The boy looked tired, as did Remus, who had come in behind him, but Bill quickly brushed that out of his mind. After all, the full moon wasn’t even a full day gone yet. Of course, they were tired. The growl from Remus at the sight of the trio did make a shiver run down Bill's spine.
“Should have known better than to think he would even try and do them any favours.”
So this had been one outcome that had been expected? Sure, Harry had told Bill what to tell the doorman, but that didn’t mean Bill had entirely registered it. The others in the room seemed to shift a bit, watching Remus. All but Harry, that is. They seemed reluctant to speak.
“He is Pack.” The short statement from Remus seemed to cut some of the tension, but they still seemed on edge. Bill realized that he was in over his head here, but he also realized that he was part of the problem. He was unsure what to do about it.
“We let him come in because of you. Now you’ve brought these in too, and you want us to accept them? Moon…”
“No.” Harry’s gaze snapped from the three injured forms to the doorman and the other male. “I want them here, all of them. Moon went to Betrayer because I asked him too and this is what Betrayer did. He was supposed to get them away from Voldemort, but instead he did this. Betrayer didn’t care if they died and he planned to kill them later if they didn’t.” He turned his gaze to Doorman who took a steep back “Moon and I will go tonight to Bird’s home with them,” he motioned to the three spies “him,” he motioned to Bill “and any pups you want to send ahead. There is pack already there who can find a good place for the pups and them.”
Bill was glad when the doorman finally nodded after giving them all hard looks. He wasn’t sure what was going on beyond the four of them being here being a problem, but it looked like Harry had at least made it ok. When Harry grabbed Bill's and Remus’s hands pulling them towards the empty bed in the room, Bill couldn’t find it in himself to argue. He knew he should. Especially when he found the other two curled up on either side of him, but some part of him was too happy with the arrangement to let him even think about arguing. He ended up getting the best sleep he had had in months curled up in the back room of a club with Remus on one side of him and Harry on the other.
Author: dragongirl997
Recipient: yaoigirl18
Rating: R
Pairings: Bill Weasley/Harry Potter/Remus Lupin
Word Count: 10,988
Warnings: Threesome, Master/slave, Voyeurism, Creature!Harry, Creature!Bill
Summary: After Sirius disappeared through the veil during the episode at the DoM and Dumbledore still refused to properly train Harry Remus decided he had had enough. He wasn’t going to stand by and watch his Cub sink into depression and he wasn’t going to stand by and let Harry not have the training he needed. It is over two years later when they are found by a certain red head and they are reintroduced to a very different pair of men.
Author's notes: Written as a gift for yaoigirl18 on LJ in the BillFicathon exchange. This is my first fic using him and my first go at a threesome so I hope it is as good as I want it to be and that she likes it. Also yes this does go AU/AR after OotP, but is mostly if not entirely compliant for the books before that.
I had been over two years since anyone had seen them, either of them. In truth the redhead still wasn’t sure what had brought him here. But, as the oldest Weasley stared at the sight before him, he could honestly say that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be here or not. They had looked for several months after Harry’s sixteenth birthday, but no one had been able to find a sign of them anywhere; not that Dumbledore had seemed too surprised. No one had questioned the old man, but there had just been something in his gaze that said that he didn’t expect to find them. Really though, his main question was after all that looking why had they suddenly decided to appear now and why here of all places? There was no denying it was them either. Not with that messy hair, those green eyes, and that scar on the younger of the two. Though, if not for Harry, he may not have known Remus.
Bill couldn’t stop himself from settling into a chair in shock. Looking at the two males and taking them in unconsciously while waving off a waiter with an order for something as he did so. If asked later, he wouldn’t be able to tell you much about that night, not even what he had been drinking, but it was just too much of a shock. They had changed, both of them, and he wasn’t sure which had changed more, truth be told. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there watching them, but when bright green eyes met his gaze he knew that somehow they had lured him there. He didn’t know why they had wanted him there, but that gaze told him that it had known he was there, and probably had since he walked though the door.
Somehow Bill thought he should be unnerved by that, or at the very least worried, but he couldn’t find it in him to bother. In fact, it almost felt like his mind was fuzzy and only half working. Some part of him said that that wasn’t a good thing and that his mind shouldn’t be fuzzy, especially not here, but he couldn’t find it in him to listen to that voice.
A more real voice almost literally in his ear drew him from his thoughts and he blinked a couple times trying to focus on what it was saying. He wasn’t sure what the brute of a man was asking in truth, but a growl from somewhere in front of him gave the man pause. Redirecting his attention once more he again was met by a green gaze, but it was quite closer now. In fact, the owner of said green eyes was settled between his knees. His eyes were nearly glowing as they stared down the large man “Harry?” the ginger questioned as his brain informed him that he was in over his head here. Harry didn’t seem to hear him though as the brunet instead offered the unknown male, “He isn’t here to play. We told him to meet us here because we knew he wouldn’t be followed.”
Bill wasn’t some innocent thing. He had managed to figure out what sort of place he had walked into, but that didn’t mean he had ever been to such a place. It also didn’t mean he understood entirely what was happening. So no, Harry’s words weren’t entirely lost on him, but he couldn’t quite call all this ‘playing’ either. It got the unknown man to go away though, so he wasn’t going to question, especially when he had more important questions on his mind. Things like: where they had been? Before he could open his mouth to even start to question though, he found his lap full of Harry Potter, and his brain abruptly shut down again even as he hissed out a, “What do you think you’re doing?” He tried to keep calm as his gaze wondered around the room hoping no one he knew was here.
“It is either this or you get to deal with more men like him until you leave,” Harry calmly informed the oldest Weasley child. After a long moment he seemed to reluctantly nod though and Harry continued “Good boy. We called you here on purpose and for one reason you’re going to give Dumbledore a message for us. Tell him to call a meeting of the bird club in Snuffle’s house in one week at this time. We want all of the bird club there and we will not show up unless they are. Tell him that b>does include all his special members and that they can get over it if they don’t like the time. If they want me back, they will be there and make sure Dumbledore knows that we will have questions for him before anything else happens. And, I mean anything.”
He paused there giving the redhead a chance to take in his words. “If we even think he or any others will attempt to give us any potions or use any spells on us, we are gone. These are our terms and you will all get your answers then.” Unable to remain serious for too long, the nearly twenty-one year old gave the redhead a kiss and a grin adding, “Don’t stay too long, Billy, or they will be back to try and play with you.” Before leaving Bill’s lap once more, Harry said, “Oh, and don’t bother calling the bird club. We will be gone for the night before they could get here.” Harry turned and walked back over to where Remus was waiting, not once looking back.
Bill wasn’t sure why he believed Harry, but he did, and the next week was probably the longest he could remember ever living. It wasn’t until after he had left the club that he had even realized how well he had been played by the green eyed saviour. That realization had only made him more determined to have his answers though. He had even gone so far as to go back to the club for every night following that one just to try and catch sight of the boy again. It had been for naught though. Sure, Bill wasn’t bothered any other time and was even avoided, though he didn’t notice it. But, he didn’t find Harry or even Remus again. It was that lack of success that had brought him to the meeting so early, making him one of the first there.
He had settled in one of the many chairs that had been set up, waiting and watching as the others slowly trickled in. Their looks ranged from curious to angry to neutral, and nearly everything in between though he could honestly say that these were the ‘normal’ looks of most of them. They really were an odd lot, but maybe that was why they did so well. Bill couldn’t say he knew that for sure, but he did think it was part of it at the very least.
Apparently trying to analyze the others around him had taken longer than he had realized because before he knew it the noise around him fell off as Dumbledore made his way into the room. It wasn’t his appearance that caused the drop. It was the not-so-normal look on his face. It was a happy and eager look while still being a bit disappointed; there was even a hint of uncertainty to it, if you looked close enough. I wasn’t the look people were used to from the man, but these past couple of years had been hard on them all, especially Dumbledore. There had been so many people coming down on him for losing Harry. Bill's thoughts halted when Albus raised his hands and started to speak.
“I know you are all wondering about the abrupt call of this meeting. If it had been a new raid, the meeting should have been called that day. And, if it was important, it should have been passed on by the next day. The problem, however, is that I didn’t call this meeting.”
Bill could see the looks around him shift as hands reached for wands and the like. So Albus hadn’t told them Harry had called the meeting then. Hmm? Well, it would explain why his brother and Hermione didn’t seem more excited, and why the Slytherins didn’t seem more worried or annoyed about being summoned by Harry. He probably should get on with this though because if Harry walked through that door and they didn’t know his conditions, they would probably lose his help. Bill knew he wasn’t an easy man to manipulate, but Harry had done so easily, and he wouldn’t put it past Harry to have a plan. He didn’t know where the boy had been these past couple of years, but it had done wonders for him. Again, Bill was pulled from his thoughts, this time at the sound of his name…
“…came from Bill. Harry approached him to pass on the need for this meeting.” The elder motioned to him. “I’ll leave it to you to explain, my boy.”
Bill resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Albus got them all worked up and then redirected their attention. Just perfect. Well, it was what it was, and he'd better get on with it before Harry showed up. He supposed he could be annoyed at Albus later. “Harry found me a week ago demanding a meeting of the ‘Bird Club’, as he called it, with all of us present. He said it needed to be here, in this house, at this time, and that he would be here. Harry wanted me to pass the message on to Albus with the conditions that everyone was to be here, even the spies. Harry said that if they thought anyone was trying to use a potion on them, they were gone, and that if anyone pulled their wand on them, they were gone.” Bill informed the group, part of which glared at him and part of which had various expressions. A couple of faces were blank. It was from one of the blank faces that the question came.
“They who?” Draco questioned.
Bill blinked. Hadn’t Albus explained anything? A glance at the man said that no, he hadn’t missed the man explaining that it was both of them. Well, fine. “Remus Lupin was with Harry when he found me, and they will both be coming.”
“He specifically said 'spies'? Not ‘spy’ but 'spies'?” Severus asked this time.
The redhead nodded. “He didn’t use the word ‘spy’. He said ‘special people,’ but when there are ears listening in, would you really expect him to come out and say ‘spy’?”
The look Severus offered him clearly said that was exactly what the man thought Harry would do. Bill chose to ignore it and move on. “They should be here any moment either way, and while I don’t know where they have been, Harry doesn’t seem to be the same as he was when he left. I was ready to demand answers from him when I first saw him, but he managed to do something.” Bill paused, frowning as he tried to come up with a way to describe it. He wasn't even sure what ‘it’ was. But after a moment of failing, he shook his head.."I still don’t know how or what he did, but it seemed like my thoughts were full of wool. I heard what he said and replied, but my own thoughts were just too fuzzy to remember. I remembered them later, after I was away from him, but…” His words drifted off and Bill shook his head.
Bill didn’t know what it was, but he wanted them all to be aware. They couldn’t underestimate Harry like they all once had. Something had changed in the time he had been missing and they needed to realize that. The looks around him again shifted at his newest words, but Bill hardly had time to register the newest changes before the door Albus had entered through was slammed open by a something that then hit the wall opposite it. That was followed by, “That is your one and only warning. If anyone else raises their wand to me, I will be gone.” The words resounded in a sharp and near deadly tone preceding Harry into the room. Gazes turned towards what had hit the wall to find Lucius laid out flat. Bill hadn’t even realized Lucius wasn’t in the room. Of course, he probably had been right up till he found out who was coming in.
Harry watched the faces register the crumpled form of the elder Malfoy before they turned to him. Most were either shocked or were stunned. He knew he looked different from that boy who had lost Sirius through the veil, but they would either get used to it or get over it. Either way, he didn’t care. He had stopped caring some time ago, after the first year maybe, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He knew he had grown some. Not a lot. The treatment from the Dursleys had seen to that. But, he had put on a couple of pounds. He had more muscles now,. Again, they didn’t look like much, but that wasn’t for lack of strength. It was from who or rather what he now was. His green gaze was brighter than it had ever been since he had been able to properly live for the first time in his life during this time with Remus.
He knew his clothes would probably be the biggest change, and while they weren’t as ‘bad’ as some he owned, he hadn’t been willing to give into the idea of hiding any of who he now was. The pants were black leather that fit like a second skin. The shirt was another thing of leather, this one more of a buttoned-up vest, though it was longer and covered a bit more than a traditional ‘vest’ would. His shoes were black moccasins that were made simply, without any sort of frills, and on his left hand he had a metal bracelet/ring combo that was connected by a chain and made of white gold.
Harry's gaze didn’t even waver when Remus came in behind him dressed similarly but for the bracelet/ring being on the opposite hand, and his top being more shirt than vest-like. Harry didn’t bother to try and stop the smirk when the faces before him shifted at their appearance, though he would admit that Bill’s was the most amusing. Harry knew he had been luring the man that day in the club, but it really was amusing to see him openly staring now that his mind wasn’t being affected so. He had wondered if Bill would be any fun to play with, but that look made Harry really wonder. Harry mentally shook himself. That would have to be for later. Right now, they had things to do and he needed his audience awake for this. He turned his gaze to Draco. “If you can get him to keep his wand to himself, it would be good to revive him.” He motioned towards where Draco's father still lay. Harry ignored the look that was somewhere between anger and calculating, waiting to see what Draco would do and was actually glad when Draco chose to revive Lucius.
Harry would need their help. He was no leader and didn’t like pretending to be, but if he was going to play the part, he would need all of them for this. Once Lucius had suitably fixed himself and settled at the table, Harry turned his attention to Dumbledore, trusting Remus to watch his back while he was distracted.
“Before I tell you or them anything, I want answers and I want them to know them too. You think that that prophecy of yours is about me, right?” he questioned, uninterested in the look of slight confusion that sparked, however briefly, before dying as Dumbledore opened his mouth to answer. Harry interrupted, “No, I don’t want your speeches. Just shake your head ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Dumbledore.”
When the elder nodded, Harry cocked his head to the side a bit. “So, you thought that, but you still thought to send me to be raised by Muggles? Just shake your head. We’ve all heard it before,” Harry informed him when he opened his mouth again, earning him a nod. “So you thought I was supposed to kill some evil wizard who had as much or maybe more power than you, but you wanted me raised with Muggles. And not just any Muggles, but Muggles who hated magic so much they hit me for even saying the word ‘magic’.”
Harry just narrowed his gaze this time when the man made to verbally reply, which caused Dumbledore to think better of it and just nod.
“So you let me grow up knowing nothing about magic. And then, when I came to school you decided it was a good idea to not only keep sending me back to the magic-hating Muggles, but to not even tell me this prophecy and to not even try and give me extra training.” Harry eyed the man calmly, waiting until Dumbledore finally nodded once more.
“So you let me go on, year after year, knowing all along that I was supposed to go against this horrid man without training. You even let me go without my family? After all, it was you who got my godfather put into prison without a trial, and what did you do when he escaped? You didn’t even plan to tell me who he was, did you? You would have been happy to see him locked back up or kissed by the Dementors without me ever knowing who he was, wouldn’t you?” Now the old man was looking uncomfortable as he nodded. but Harry pressed on. “It was the same with Remus, wasn’t it? If he hadn’t told me who he was, you would have been happy to let me think I was alone. You wanted me to think all I had was you and the Dursleys, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a question. He knew it was true, so he didn’t care when the elder didn’t reply in any way. In fact the smirk on Harry’s face said it all.
“Remus told me that you told him and the others not to contact me at all that summer after Sirius died. You wanted me to think that none of them cared, didn’t you? I was getting too close to them, was listening to them too much, and you couldn’t have that.” The grin that spread over Harry's face at that point was feral. “I’m glad Remus didn’t listen. I’m glad he came and got me from those wretched Muggles. I just wish it had been a full moon so he would have ripped them to pieces.” He could hear the gasps from various people around the table, but he didn’t care. Maybe this would get his point across. “I am not that boy anymore, Dumbledore. I am not and never will be yours to command or control. I have learned a lot over these last few years and, yes, I have been gone years. You would be amazed how many places you can find time-shifted places when you need them, and I did need them,” he informed the old man before finally turning his attention to the group as a whole.
“I have been in training for years now. To you, I have been gone two years, but for me, it has been six very long and hard years. I am not and never will be the Harry Potter you knew. He was a toy for Dumbledore, and I will not be Dumbledore’s toy. I have learned much in my time away, but I know that I still don’t know enough.” He told them this, meeting every gaze and feeling the push against his mind when he met the gaze of all three of the main Slytherins. He could see the momentary flicker in their gaze as they saw his thoughts, but grinned wider when he saw the confusion that replaced it when they retreated and remembered nothing. It was a different form of mind defence. Instead of locking the memories away where they couldn’t be seen, it instead made only their owner able to remember them because they were locked into their owner’s mind.
Once he was sure they all understood, he continued, “I would not have come back now if not for the information we learned from the Pack in Egypt near where Bill is currently working. Voldemort is making a final push and plans to attack soon, very soon.”
“Is that where you have been staying?”
Remus didn’t even bother to move his gaze from Bill to answer Ron’s question. “No.” The question hadn’t been for him, but Remus felt it was his question to answer. “We moved from one pack to another when we were not in a time-shifted place during the past few years. We had only been with that one a month, for them. We were gone for the full moon and a couple days after; when we came back, they let us know that Voldemort had been by, but they are loyal to us and would not join him.” Remus smirked at that. “Apparently there are a few Death Eaters with scars now because they tried to press the Pack by trying to take the cubs. We have since heard from the other packs we stayed with that the same has happened to them because they wouldn’t join him. Packs we haven’t talked to or stayed with have joined him,” he explained.
Harry picked it back up there. “We aren’t sure exactly when it will happen, but if he is planning to use the Wolves, he’ll have to take the moon into account. It will take him two more weeks to have the Packs that are on his side gathered and, by then, it will be just after the next full moon which means he won’t be able to attack for another three days after that. That means we have five weeks, and probably no more, to be ready. We can summon the Packs that are on our side if there is a place they can stay, and I know the goblins will be with us.” The knowing smile told them all that was probably because of something that had been done, but what was an unknown.
“What I need from you is a plan and a place for the wolves to stay. They won’t need the potion as each Pack has a member who can make it, but they will need a place to run when they turn and a place to camp until the battle. They will not be harmed and they will not suffer or be detained after this is over. They will be allowed to return to their lands. I will not demand that you like them. I know some of you can’t or won’t.” He intentionally met Severus’ gaze “They will be given basic respect,” Harry informed them, making sure the Potions Master knew that Harry didn’t care who he liked, but that the Werewolves wouldn’t be dishonoured.
“After we are done here, I will be going to talk to the beings that inhabit the lake and forest, both human and half-human alike.” Harry paused meeting Hagrid’s gaze. “Would you talk to your friend in the forest for us? Let him know all we need and want him to do is have his children eat anyone in black robes and a white mask.” The half-giant’s face paled, as did most of the other faces around the table, but after a long moment he nodded. “I know it isn’t something you want, but we need the help.” Harry offered the final bit in as close to soothing a voice as he could manage.
Meeting Charlie’s gaze, Harry studied the second oldest Weasley boy for a long moment before speaking. “Do you think any of the dragons would be willing to help us?” It took a moment, but Harry's eyes widened and he spoke again. “Yes I would have the same request of the dragons: eat, kill, or hurt anyone in a black robe with a white mask.”
“I do not know.”
Harry nodded. He had thought as much, but hopefully five weeks would be enough time for Charlie to find out and get back to them.
Harry shifted his gaze to the three spies, meeting all three gazes. “Will he want you with him?” The looks on their faces were all he needed to know that yes they would be expected. He considered for a moment trying to come up with options that wouldn’t make it so incriminating, but the only option he could come up with wasn't one he liked at all. Still, he knew he had to try. “Would Fenrir do you a favour?”
‘Anything for the Pack’. That was how Werewolves were, but Remus knew he had never been a proper part of Fenrir’s Pack. If he claimed the opposite though… “Possibly.”
Harry nodded. “We will get back to that if he can’t help,” he promised. The look of surprise that flickered over all three faces was a small comfort to the part of him that still liked these people. After all, maybe that meant there would be some hope for them. All that settled, Harry nodded. “We will make more plans as we have more information, but I think this will be enough for now. I have people to see, and we all have things to do.” He stood tall once more, turning to the door, not once looking back even as he paused at the door. “Dumbledore, you will let Bill know when you have a place for the Packs to stay. Severus, Lucius, Draco, I will find a way to get you a message once I know how things with Fenrir work out. Hagrid and Charlie, pass on your progress to Bill as well. Bill, we will find you again before the full moon to see how things are going and let you know when Dumbledore needs to call the next meeting,” Harry informed them all before walking out.
Harry had been gone nearly ten minutes when everyone managed to pull themselves together, collectively agreeing with Bill’s earlier assessment that he had changed. They had hardly been able to speak around him. Individual thoughts did vary some, but that was the main thought everyone had as they realized that between all of them, they had said maybe five sentences the entire time Harry had been there.
The near hour of questioning that he had to endure after Harry and Remus left had been torture, but in the end, it had been Severus who had stopped all the questions with a rather simple explanation: he was isolated. Someone had pointed out that Charlie was too, but that had been another easy one: the dragons. If Harry and Remus smelled like Werewolves as badly as he would guess that would only annoy the dragons his younger brother worked with. In short they had all ended up doing as requested and passing on the information to Bill and now, he was waiting.
Harry had said before the next full moon and that was two nights away now. Bill was starting to get anxious that something had happened. He had tried again to find Harry and Remus on his own, but trips to the club over the past couple of days turned up nothing. He wasn’t giving up though, and without even realizing it, he was once more headed back to the club. Unlike the last two trips, it didn’t take him long to spot the two he was looking for. They were nearly as before, skin-tight, black leather pants, no shirt, those bracelet/ring things on their hands, no shoes. But unlike before, they were wearing collars and for some reason it was those that stole his gaze. He had done a bit of digging since that first trip, not a lot by any means, but enough to at least try and pretend to know what was happening and the addition gave him an odd sort of squirming feeling in his stomach. If he didn’t know better, he would almost say it was jealousy, anger, or both. But he knew that couldn’t be right. After all, what did he have to feel angry or jealous about?
He shook the thoughts off as he grabbed a table and absently ordered something to drink as he waited. He knew better than to try and go to them, not with the new addition to their wears. It would be rude and a challenge. One that he wasn’t going to be offering. While it took a while for Harry to meet his gaze, he was again sure that the younger male had known he was there all along when he didn’t seem at all surprised. He was, however, surprised when the other made his way over and, as before, planted himself in Bill’s lap. He was going to question how smart that was, but as before, he couldn’t find his thoughts enough to manage it. Harry was speaking.
“Fenrir will be taking care of the Bird Club’s special people. When they come to the club, they will not be taken to Dumbledore or his house. They will not be healed of anything that won’t scar, and you will bring them here with you in one week. If they are in poor condition and can not wait that long to be healed, you will bring them here and tell the door man ‘Anything for the Pack. I honour them above all else and bring the Pack to Raven and Moon.’ He will show you where you can take them to be healed, and he will find us.”
Bill nodded, getting a rather odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. There was something he was missing here, something they were all missing, but he just wasn’t sure what. After a moment the fuzzy thoughts seemed to lessen a bit and he remembered that he had information for Harry. “Some of Hagrid and Charlie’s friends will be happy to help. Dumbledore said that after your talk the centaurs volunteered part of the forest for your friends to stay while they are helping out,” he informed Harry, glad when the boy smiled at the news.
That was apparently all Harry needed because the younger male kissed him before standing up. “Tell Dumbledore the next meeting will be in two weeks, but that I will be coming to his house before my friends do to make sure they are doing well.” Harry headed back to where Remus was without a backward glance, just like the first time. Bill was nearly home before his mind finally kicked in enough for him to realize that he hadn’t been given any dirty looks for Harry’s ‘performance’ back there. Someone should have said something about that to at least Harry, if not both of them, and that no one did just made him even more confused. Bill did have to wonder if maybe Harry was just going to get in trouble later with whoever had given that to him.
It was the day after the full moon and Bill was back again, this time with the three spies hidden near by. He had never been here before and actually managed to find Harry, but he had said this would work. It had taken him lots of talking and basically kidnapping the three to get them here, but Bill trusted Harry to know what he was doing. He took a deep breath trying to steady himself before making his way to the door and the man Bill usually all but ignored beyond showing him ID. The man raised an eyebrow at him in question and Bill couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. After all, Dumbledore and the others were bound to notice soon and come after them. He didn’t know what Harry had planned, but he wouldn’t let him down. Not in this. Bill just hoped Harry didn’t let him down.
That settled, Bill took a steadying breath. What was it Harry had said to tell the man if he needed him sooner? Ah! Yes! That was it. “Anything for the Pack. I honour them above all else and bring the Pack to Raven and Moon.” The man frowned at him and Bill couldn’t help wondering if he had said it wrong or if Harry had lied. But then, the man took a deep breath before quickly nodding.
“Where are they?”
Bill was glad when the man seemed to know at least something, and he motioned off towards a building a bit farther down the street where he had left the three. The man nodded and motioned him to follow with a larger man from inside to where he had left the unconscious men.
The next few hours were a blur, but Bill was glad when all three were settled in beds in a hidden part of the club being looked after by a grey-haired wizard. But, it wasn’t until Harry showed up near dusk that he truly felt at ease. The boy looked tired, as did Remus, who had come in behind him, but Bill quickly brushed that out of his mind. After all, the full moon wasn’t even a full day gone yet. Of course, they were tired. The growl from Remus at the sight of the trio did make a shiver run down Bill's spine.
“Should have known better than to think he would even try and do them any favours.”
So this had been one outcome that had been expected? Sure, Harry had told Bill what to tell the doorman, but that didn’t mean Bill had entirely registered it. The others in the room seemed to shift a bit, watching Remus. All but Harry, that is. They seemed reluctant to speak.
“He is Pack.” The short statement from Remus seemed to cut some of the tension, but they still seemed on edge. Bill realized that he was in over his head here, but he also realized that he was part of the problem. He was unsure what to do about it.
“We let him come in because of you. Now you’ve brought these in too, and you want us to accept them? Moon…”
“No.” Harry’s gaze snapped from the three injured forms to the doorman and the other male. “I want them here, all of them. Moon went to Betrayer because I asked him too and this is what Betrayer did. He was supposed to get them away from Voldemort, but instead he did this. Betrayer didn’t care if they died and he planned to kill them later if they didn’t.” He turned his gaze to Doorman who took a steep back “Moon and I will go tonight to Bird’s home with them,” he motioned to the three spies “him,” he motioned to Bill “and any pups you want to send ahead. There is pack already there who can find a good place for the pups and them.”
Bill was glad when the doorman finally nodded after giving them all hard looks. He wasn’t sure what was going on beyond the four of them being here being a problem, but it looked like Harry had at least made it ok. When Harry grabbed Bill's and Remus’s hands pulling them towards the empty bed in the room, Bill couldn’t find it in himself to argue. He knew he should. Especially when he found the other two curled up on either side of him, but some part of him was too happy with the arrangement to let him even think about arguing. He ended up getting the best sleep he had had in months curled up in the back room of a club with Remus on one side of him and Harry on the other.