BillFicathon - When Wolves come Out To Play - Pt 2

Apr 07, 2011 00:02

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.



To say that Dumbledore had been pissed would be putting things mildly, but Harry had managed to diffuse the situation somehow though Bill still wasn’t sure how. Bill had thought of asking how Harry always knew the right thing to say, but he soon found his thoughts fuzzy once more. That had been a week ago, and it was only two weeks before Voldemort would probably be attacking, so they were sitting at another meeting. This meeting was on Hogwarts' grounds and they were near the lake where they were joined by one of the merpeople, a centaur, the Alphas of the various Packs, and a representative for the goblins. It wasn’t turning into the best meeting, to say the least, with lots of arguing, nasty looks, and not too nice comments. Or rather, that had been where it was going until two seconds ago.

“Enough!”

It had been as much a growl as it had been a real word and Harry's green eyes had flickered golden. It was then that Bill and the other humans realized what had changed about Harry. The looks some of them were giving him were unreadable, but Bill couldn’t let the silence stretch. “But, Harry, when and… and how? Was it Remus?” Bill couldn’t help leaning back when that gaze focused on him turning golden once more.

“Remus? You would accuse Remus of this? I was bitten, Bill! Do you think Remus would do that?”

Bill wasn’t sure what was so horrid about that suggestion that it had every wolf there looking at him like he had lost his mind, but it was, oddly enough, Severus who came to his rescue.

“How would that be any different from what happened to Remus?”

Bill didn’t know the story of how Remus was turned, but apparently it wasn’t a good thing because now all the wolves were looking at Severus like he was a monster or at least something that they wanted to tear to bits. While it may have upset everyone else, it did seem to have calmed Harry. Bill was glad he didn’t know how mad you had to make a werewolf so soon after the full moon for them to be like that, but he would guess it had to be rather a lot.

“He is right.”

Bill could almost feel the weight of those gazes as they turned once more to Harry, but slowly they dimmed and Harry’s now entirely green gaze met Bill's. “It was wrong of Fenrir to turn Remus. That isn’t something you can ask a child and expect them to be able to make any sort of decision. So, it is considered against the Pack to turn a child. It was Fenrir who turned me as well. He was trying to catch us for Voldemort, but all he did was get his teeth into my leg, that was not long before I turned sixteen. It was a goblin who gave us away to Fenrir.” The explanation made the goblin look put out and the wolves angry, but none of them looked specifically at anyone else for it. As the meeting went on, Bill came to realize one very important thing: these were not the same people from two years ago. Harry was now very much a man, no longer anything close to a boy, and Remus no longer seemed like a frail thing on his way out, but a confident and sure male. Both things, oddly enough, stirred back up that anger and jealousy from all those days ago in the club. Bill wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much that they had someone, but there was just something about it and about seeing how they had grown into more confident men. It really was intoxicating for some reason.

Bill couldn’t remember much about that meeting, the ones after, or even that week leading up to the full moon. They were all on edge waiting for it and as the sun started to set the day of the full moon, the students and teachers were barred inside the school, the gates were shut, and the wolves all took their potions before the moon came into view. He only heard how things started from some of the wolves, but after seeing the carnage the next day he wasn’t sure he wanted to know more. He and the others had been sleeping in the Great Hall, just in case, when the front doors had exploded. It had been a long battle and Bill ended up with more than one scar from it. He was only one of five that were attacked personally that night by Fenrir, but he, unlike the others, suffered more than just disfiguring scars as he would learn the next day from the doorman when he woke up in the forest.

The next few days were spent in a sort of numb state as he tried to take in the fact that he wasn’t human anymore along with the losses that they had taken. He was grateful for the fact that he didn’t lose any close family members, but it wasn’t until nearly a week later that he really started to feel better, when he got his first glimpse of Harry and Remus. He wasn’t sure how they had managed to avoid him for so long, but he firmly ignored how utterly glad he was to see them alive. He pushed it off as equal to how he felt at seeing the rest of his family for the first time a few days ago.

Yet, as the days passed, and he still didn’t see very much of them Bill found that he really was missing them. It was more than just missing them as he did his siblings and parents. He had never been close to either before they disappeared, but something about these last weeks of being near them so often had made him long for them in a way he tried very hard to deny.

The more he tried to push it away and explain away his feelings, the more he felt drawn to them. Yet every time he tried to work up the nerve to sneak away from the Were-Wizard looking after him and find them, he remembered the club and those collars. It always made him depressed until he bounced back and started trying to work up the nerve to see them again.

It was as things died down and the humans stopped visiting that he started to notice some things, namely collars. It was like half the people here were wearing them, but it took him nearly a day to finally realize what it meant. It wasn’t just Remus and Harry. It was a Were thing, but apparently only when they were alone. It took longer than that to notice that they weren’t just plain collars. The front was usually adorned with what looked like a dog tag. He couldn’t help wondering if that was where dog collars and tags had come from even as he tried to puzzle it all out.

It was a couple days later when he first realized that the doorman’s friend and a Were-Wizard had the same ‘tag’ on their collar. He had been trying to work it out, but it wasn’t until that moment that he realized that they really were what they seemed: collars and tags meant to show ownership. He had questioned it when he realized everyone had one and many had tags, but seeing two that were the same and watching how they interacted convinced him.

It was the next day when he was able to properly see Harry and Remus for the first time, and he tried to subtly watch their collars. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was surprised when he realized that they held matching tags on the leather collars they wore, but he was. Maybe it was because Remus was old enough to be Harry’s dad and had help raise him, but he wasn’t sure. A small part of Bill believed it was because he had hoped neither had one because while he tried to deny it, he wanted them. He wasn’t sure when he first realized it, but he was a bit numb by the time they left from all the feelings.

Bill ended up giving into his body's demands and sleeping the next few days to make the last of the changes from the bite, but Were-Wizard didn’t seem too happy with him when he woke up. For the rest of the day the man seemed almost cold, distant even, and Bill wasn’t sure why. A part of him though said maybe he had been caught staring at Harry and Remus and Were-Wizard wasn’t pleased. Apparently Were-Wizard wasn’t one to keep quite when he was upset because before he left for the night, he finally spoke.

“What are you playing at?”

The growled question had shocked Bill, but he quickly recovered giving the man a confused look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sure, he thought this was about Harry and Remus, but he wasn’t going to say as much, just in case.

“Raven and Moon. Why are you doing this to them?”

It took a few minutes for Bill’s brain to catch up to what was being said as he still wasn’t entirely used to ‘Raven and Moon’ instead of ‘Harry and Remus’, but once he registered, Bill couldn’t help blinking, truly confused. Surely a bit of staring couldn’t really bother them that much, could it? He shifted a bit where he was sitting. Was it really bothering them that badly? He swallowed hard. Well, if it bothered them this much- “I didn’t mean to stare. I will try harder not to.” He promised, not sure why it had bothered them so or why that had made Were-Wizard so cold to him, but he was trying to learn how to fit in with a Pack and this was part of it.

Bill knew he would have to learn if he ever planned on spending time with Harry and Remus, so he really was trying. Still, if it was bothering them that much maybe he should just go? They were like family and he wanted to do what was best for his family. “I’ll leave as soon as you say I can.” Bill wondered if he would still have his job as a curse breaker in Egypt. The growl that came from Were-Wizard was the first one to scare him since the battle, but he couldn’t help being more confused by the words that came with the sound.

“If you plan to run away, you will tell them. It is your fault Raven and Moon suffer. I will not let you run away to let them suffer alone. You will at least tell them first.”

Bill could honestly say that he was well beyond glad when Doorman’s friend made his way over. Especially when it seemed that, despite his size, Doorman’s friend was currently calmer and more rational than Were-Wizard.

“You have confused him. Look at him. He doesn’t know what you’re talking about. You know how Raven and Moon are ‘Anything for Pack’. They are more dedicated than any of us. He was Pack before, but now he is real Pack. Would they explain it to him before he had plenty of time to adjust?”

Bill was glad when Were-Wizard seemed to calm some at the words, but it just made him more confused. What had Harry and Remus not explained that was making Were-Wizard so pissed off at him? Maybe Doorman’s friend would be willing to explain so he could get Were-Wizard not so pissed at him? He really would rather stay here if it wasn’t going to upset Harry and Remus because he did want to learn as much about being a Werewolf as he could. He didn’t want to do it at their expense though. “If they won’t explain, will you?” he questioned, hoping he didn’t upset Were-Wizard more. It was the doorman’s friend who replied though.

“You have seen the collars. How some wear them and some don’t?”

Bill nodded. He had seen them and he thought he had them figured out, but apparently not.

“We only start to wear them when we decide that we want to find someone to be with for the rest of our time with the Pack. They have spells and enchantments woven into them that help suppress our lure and let us be able to call upon our instincts, even when the moon has just passed.”

Bill frowned. “Lure?” he questioned, having never heard of such a thing.

“Didn’t explain that either, hmm? Did you ever feel fuzzy or maybe lightheaded around Raven or Moon? Felt like you couldn’t think no matter how hard you tried. You were just focused on them? Needed to be with them?”

Bill nodded thinking of the meetings and the trips to the club. “That was something they were doing? And on purpose?”

“If it was Moon. Possibly. He has had it long enough. He can control it pretty well without the collar. But Raven, no. I know he has been infected for years, but it isn’t enough. It usually takes ten or so years to be able to control it on your own. He might have been able to focus it on a single person, but not actually lessen it down or cut it off.”

Bill wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. It almost seemed like forcing someone to be focused on you, which he supposed it sort of was. “So can it affect you when the other person isn’t around?” Bill was still a wizard first and foremost after all and there were plenty of spells and potions that could affect you even if the person wasn’t there.

“No. Once you aren’t the focus or are out of sight it doesn’t affect you any more. That is why the fuzziness goes away.” He paused for a moment giving ‘Bill’, as Raven and Moon called him, a moment before returning to his original topic. “So the collars help suppress it, but not all of us use them. If we were after another member of this Pack or any other, it wouldn’t matter. We can’t use it against each other. It doesn’t work and most don’t bother with them until they have found someone. If we have eyes for someone who is not Pack, hardly ever will we not wear our collars because it can cause problems later with the person thinking they were tricked or some other nonsense.” He explained all of this letting the new Were absorb that before moving on again.

“We, as a people, are unusual in that due to our nature we need things set a certain way. If we find someone we want to be with, we need that person always and we need them a certain way. You’ve seen the tags some have on their collars?” He waited for the nod before continuing again.

“They tie us together, let others know we are taken, and show who we are to the one we have found. You saw the club, saw how it worked. That is how we are. It doesn’t matter if there are two males, two females, a male and a female, or even three partners, we are who we are and we are comfortable playing certain roles. Raven has been forced to play a part for years that he didn’t want, Moon as well, but around the Pack they can be who they are.”

“You see this?” He pointed to his yellow tag. “It means that I don’t mind being in control. That I don’t mind being a leader or a fighter.” He pointed to his partner’s white tag. “That means he doesn’t want to be in control. He doesn’t want to be a leader and he doesn’t want to fight. It is why he is one of our Healers. If he doesn’t want to fight, why should he be made to? If he doesn’t want to be a leader, why should he be made to?”

Bill blinked. He had noticed the different colours, but he had been more focused on the fact that they had the same shape to them and symbols on them. What did this have to do with… “Why do they both have white?” The smile Bill got from Doorman’s friend said that that was the point here, but he wasn’t sure what that meant still.

“Raven and Moon do not want the control that has been forced upon them. They don’t want to be leaders and they don’t want to fight, they have both seen too much violence to want anymore. Raven’s sire could have been for Moon if he hadn’t met Raven’s bitch, but they did meet and they had Raven. If Moon had raised Raven more, they might not have been able to be there for each other as they were, but Moon didn’t get Raven until he was no longer a pup and he couldn’t have the bond like a pup and sire would. Neither wants to be the leader, but they are Raven and Moon. For as long as I have heard of them, they have been Raven and Moon. They are who they are now, but they are not leaders and we all need our leaders. The Pack has an Alpha, but we all need someone to support us and help guide us. Do you know the first time Raven and Moon wore their collars?”

Bill shook his head unwilling to answer even if he could choke words past the twisting in his gut.

“After the third time they watched you. You never saw them, but every day you came to the club they were there watching you while you looked for them. I have never seen them so calm, so happy even. You upset them at that meeting where you accused Moon of being the one to bite Raven. We all knew about it as soon as the meeting was over. Raven spent most of that night here in the forest with us trying to work off his anger. Moon was more forgiving and managed to calm Raven, but Raven is young still and prone to fits of anger when his wolf becomes too enraged. It was a bit of a surprise when they wouldn’t leave your side after the battle, considering the scene, but then the day after you woke up, they had the tags. I think they realized then that even if they couldn’t have you, they would always need and have each other. So they are pledged to each other, Raven and Moon always, but they still want you.”

It was a lot to take in, he would admit, but it also made things make more sense. They had been avoiding him thinking not to have to explain and pressure him. Sure, having it explained by someone else wasn’t much less pressure, but it did mean he didn’t have them staring him down. “When you say always…?” he questioned after a long moment as he finally realized what had been said.

“We can always remove the tags, the collars, or both, but unless you were never really committed to begin with, your wolf will never be happy again. Whether you like it or not, you do have a caged animal inside of you now, a wild beast that you can never tame and this beast isn’t one to give up things it considers belonging to it. A wolf, a real wolf, mates for life. If you pick someone and you are committed to them, your wolf will be committed to them and it will not make for a good life if you try to find someone else. If your person dies that will unsettle your wolf as well, though not as greatly, unless you let them die. If you didn’t let them die, then just as with any animal they will mourn with you, but they will be able to at least move past the grief. They will never be able to fully commit to another though even if you mange to. It is just how things are.”

Bill looked at his hands. They were clenched in the covers as he considered everything that he had been told even as he heard heavy footsteps walk away. He had thought Doorman’s friend and Were-Wizard gone until the later spoke up again.

“I don’t care if you accept them or not, but you can’t leave them like this. You need to either accept them and go to them or don’t and leave. They don’t deserve to be tormented by you being here, so close they can touch, but so far away. “

Bill wasn’t sure how much time passed before he finally managed to pull himself to his feet, but he still wasn’t sure about what he was doing when he did. His first thought was to leave. He wasn’t sure he could commit to all that, but some small part of him insisted that he had to at least see them first. It was the latter he listened to in the end as he made his way in the direction he saw them usually heading later in the night. He had just come around a tree when he spotted them and his eyes widened.

He had thought they were perfect before, but like this they were… were… beyond perfect. Some part of him said he shouldn’t be watching this, but the rest of him said that he had to see it. They both seemed to glow in the moonlight from the sweat that slicked their skin, and the part of him that had been trying to fight to leave gave in as he stared at them. They were perfect in every way, and he suddenly realized that they always had been. He didn’t know when he had first known it, but it was at that moment that he realized that he really had been angry and jealous those times thinking that they belonged to someone else. He wanted them to belong to him as they belonged to each other and an odd stirring that he had never had before in his mind seemed to agree. Maybe it was the wolf in him? He didn’t know and suddenly he just couldn’t care.

He always tried so hard to make everyone else happy and here were two other people willing to let him walk away just so that he would be happy. They were willing to maybe never find happiness just to let him have it. It gripped him in a way he couldn’t hope to describe and without even realizing it, he had moved from the shelter of the tree to watch them. A sharp cry was cut off by teeth in lip when Harry tossed his head back, green eyes flickering gold and closing as his own hand had him spilling on Remus, which in turn drew a growl from the elder as his entire form went taught. After what seemed like forever they both relaxed, but it was then that he noticed he had a ‘problem’ of his own now.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed though when they both opened their eyes looking right at him. Had they known he was there? He didn’t know, but he felt he owed them something at least. He opened his mouth a couple of times before finally managing to force the words out. “They told me about the collars.” He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but a resigned look from Remus and an almost defeated one from Harry hadn’t been what he was expecting by any means.

Forcing himself to move, Bill made his way closer folding his feet under him and sitting on them once he was maybe half a body length away. “They told me why you didn’t say anything and about the times at the club,” he continued, wishing he could do something for the tension that was seeping into both of them, but he had to get it all out. “The wizard that was looking after me was ready to rip my throat out before the big guy came over. I think he thought you all had explained it all. I think I can understand why you didn’t though. I’m not sure I could have taken all that before now. It really is a lot to take in.” He shifted a bit wishing his ‘problem’ would go away for a bit. But they were both just lying there naked. How could he really expect that to help matters? He would just have to say what he needed to and hope for the best, right?

“The wizard said I was as well as he could make me before he left with the big man and that it was all up to me now.” Okay, so not really, but Bill was trying not to just blurt it all out, ok? “He umm, he said I could leave if I wanted to.” He shifted again trying to find a good way to say this because really ‘I was thinking about leaving until I saw you two having sex’ just wasn’t going to fly, he was sure. However, it was all he was coming up with. Fine, sometimes being honest really was the best way. “I.. please don’t take this the wrong way..” he all but begged, trying to meet their gazes and failing. “I knew this was the way you went as it got later, and when I got up I told myself that even if I didn’t know I couldn’t just leave. I had to come see you and that even if I didn’t want to leave, I had to at least say goodbye.” He could feel his face heat at that point. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but they were so perfect together, how could they want him?

“I got…” He swallowed hard. “I got to that tree and then there you both were so… so… perfect. All perfect skin and hair and the way the moon hit you. I just couldn’t leave. I..” Bill paused trying to figure out where he was going with this exactly and pull himself back from the image before him. “I can’t promise what you want. I don’t know if I can be that for you. You’re both so perfect. I would probably just mess that up, but I can try.” He confided this watching them both hoping for some sort of reply.

“I can’t wear this.” Bill reached out hesitantly touching their tags, but being careful to touch no more. “Not now at least,” he confided. “But the rest of it? I can try to be what you want. I want to be that person, but…”

“But?”

He met Remus’s gaze, glad that at least one of them had said something. “But I don’t want to let you down. Can I still try? I want you to be happy. I want to be happy, and I think we could be happy like this.” Even before Remus nodded, some part of Remus was already telling him that he was lying to them all. Remus knew Bill wanted them and that he could be what they needed. He was just trying to be who he was though and leave it so that he would make sure they were happy. Yet for once he couldn’t seem to mind. After all wouldn’t it be his job now to make sure they were happy.

Bill wasn’t sure which of them had managed to get their wand long enough to clean them up, but he was honestly a bit glad for it. He wanted them, but at the same time they really were all tired and, besides, if they really wanted to be together tomorrow would be soon enough for that. With that in mind, Bill didn’t resist when Remus and Harry stripped him down and pulled him under the covers curling around him. He was reminded of the day in the club, and once again he realized that he needed this as much as they did. He really had missed having his siblings to look after and care for.

As Bill drifted off, he was unaware of the silent conversation between Harry and Remus where they thanked the two for telling Bill, while trying to decide how long it would take to convince him to pledge to them. It had taken years, but maybe things really were looking up for all of them.

Author’s Note: Ok I know that isn’t just a happy fluffy ending, but it is a hopeful one that will be happy fluffy eventually. Hope that works for you, but after hours of poke and prodding it just couldn’t end any other way for me.

category: fanfiction, fandom: harry potter, type: fest

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