Bringing The Wolf Out (Harry Potter FanFic)

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Remus Pov 

He had gotten hold of his robe to cover himself so no one would be able to lay their eyes on his naked, scarred body as he escaped from that stupid damn tree, which seemed to keep getting more violent everyday. 

Remus walked across the yard with his sore bare feet until something caught his eyes. Remus gaze over to see the pack all getting dress with the pups. He could see even River, who was already dressed, with Jasper probably discussing about the next greatest prank ever. But what caught his attention the most was a naked Fenrir, holding tightly to a naked Hermione. Remus had to bite his lips while he watched Fenrir quickly rushed into his tent with Hermione. 

He didn't have to ask what had happened between the two of them when he caught whiff of that familiar scent of one that was mated. 

Oh shit, Remus thought as he rushed from the yard towards his quarters. 

Fenrir Pov

He carried Hermione over to his large fur bed and laid her spread out. She was still a sight to behold. Her small figure all exposed to him was calling for his wolf side to mate with her again. He wrapped her up in one of the fur blankets before slipping into it himself. Even though he didn't want to ruin the great moment between the two of them, he had to know. 

"When did you get bit?" Fenrir found himself saying out loud and straight to the point. Hermione was silent for a moment, keeping her head tucked into the corner of his arm. It was as if she was trying to hide from the question until she sighed. 

"I got bit the night of the party to celebrate my becoming head mistress. I needed to get some herbs that only grow in the full moon night and the werewolf took me by surprise. I was lucky to even make it out of it alive. I went to get some help, but..." She paused, avoiding Fenrir's eyes. 

"But what?" he asked. 

"I found Ron in the arms of another girl." Hermione explained to him. Fenrir couldn't help but wince. He had heard from a few members that he hadn't had turned himself tell him wild stories of how they turned, but this had to be the worst of them all. 

"What did you do?" he asked. 

"I had wanted to tear both of their heads off their shoulders... but all I did was grab some of my things and headed away. I didn't know where I was heading, only that I needed to get out of there. When I felt tired of running, I landed in Iceland." Hermione stated to him. 

"That placed used to be hateful towards werewolves. It was the reason I took my pack up there. Thought the ministry would think we would be foolish to go up there so it would avoid their peering eyes. Nowadays, I notice they now sent their wolf pups away... I take it that has something to do with you?" Fenrir stated before shooting his eyes at Hermione. Hermione chuckled. 

"I may be the cause of that. The night I came I found these adorable children, who were so scared and frightened. I had asked them why they were so scared. One boy, Jasper the pup you met, told me that they were scared because the full moon would be out in a couple of days. At first, I thought they were scared because of werewolves, but I found out they were werewolves and what was going to happen was that if any of them were to turn, the community had the right to hunt them down and kill. Imagine that, a bunch of adults being okay to hurt and kill children." Hermione started to growl at the mere thought of it. 

"Hey that's nothing. There used to be a time where they didn't wait till the full moon. They would just be killed even if it wasn't even a werewolf bite. If it was any type of bite, they were skinned alive then left to rot on the road. They believed by removing the skin, they wouldn't be able to come back to life." Fenrir claimed to her, remembering the first corpse he came upon that was skinned. It was River and Emma's mother and they were left to rot because they weren't found by the hunters. Of course they had a hard time adjusting (mostly River) with the pack, but soon Fenrir was able to get them out of their depression by teaching them about pranks. Boy, did he live to regret that. 

Hermione bit her lip to hold in the vomit that was threatening to slip out. 

"Anyway, I did not want to just leave behind those kids. So the following night, I captured every kid that had Lycanthropy and placed them on a stolen cart of mine. We were halfway out of town when this guy started to scream out loud how I was stealing their prey. It got to me and the wolf inside me was growing... and I didn't waste another moment and..." Hermione paused, deciding if she should continue or not. Fenrir lightly nudge his nose against her head, to tell her that it was okay to speak to him. 

"... I may have used one of the Unforgivable Curses." She merely said. Fenrir didn't have to ask to tell which one she used. She used the killing curse. It was written all over her face that it was the one. 

"What happened next?" Fenrir asked. 

"Afterwards, I took the children away from Iceland and brought them to Hogwarts. Stated there were going to be changes around here. I quickly started to work out systems to enforce a safe environment for the pups. I was also trialed for what I did, but was given a fair warning and to not do it again. Which then changed the Icelandic area's mind about werewolves and brought them here. I personally believe that it is because they are scared I may return and hunt each one of them down for hurting a child." Hermione finished her story. Fenrir pulled her closer to his side, breathing in her scent. 

"So your friends..." Fenrir started when she cut in. 

"They have no idea that I am a werewolf. I think Remus may have some idea, but no one else. Except for the kids. For some odd reason, I don't feel like I should tell them I'm a werewolf. Does that sound weird?" Hermione claimed to him. 

"Hey that's your business, not theirs." Fenrir stated to her, tightening his grip on Hermione, "Listen... last night..." 

"Sh... I am in need of sleep... so are you... mate." Hermione told him, brushing her smooth finger tips against his lips. Gently, he held his hand on her hand before slowly moving it down to his chest. Even though part of him felt she was too sleepy to grasp what she said, he smirked in thinking that she was admitting her love to him.