Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/14096160. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, No Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling Relationship: Fenrir_Greyback/Draco_Malfoy Character: Lucius_Malfoy, Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy, Sirius_Black, Tom Riddle_|_Voldemort Additional Tags: Bite, Angst, Werewolf, Alive_Sirius, wolfstar, Good_Lucius, Eh_Fenrir Greyback, Muzzle, Collar, Crying, NSFW, Werewolf!Draco Stats: Published: 2018-03-25 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3155 ****** My Bite Brother ****** by Stardragon773 Summary Lucius messed up and now Draco's paying for it. Notes Siris is alive Wolfstar is a thing Good Lucius After Half-Blood Prince See the end of the work for more notes Fenrir Greyback was capable of loving people. He just didn't. People to him were either excessively weak or were too repelled by him. He was fine was the fact that people didn't start swooning on him. He preferred it better when they looked away or winced at his grip. He didn't like it when his pack-mates cringed at him. He was a leader, a monster, A proud werewolf; He was Fenrir Greyback, But it still hurt when his family feared him. He understood the new ones; they crumpled at the sight of him. But he was kind to them. He was a monster to Wizards but a saint to his family. He was stern and gruff, but he wouldn't touch his pack. He would rip to tatters a wizard who was going to hurt one of his younger vulnerable brothers or sisters. He couldn't see how werewolves and wizards were the same. He had sadly, got drunk on blood, and he got high on human flesh. He had hypothesized that after the war with Voldemort the wizarding community would be significantly weakened. It would make an ideal time to strike it down. If Voldemort lost, then he could attack, if he won he would get free victims. Fenrir knew with noted distaste mind you; he was doing the dark lords dirty work. But it paid off when he got the Malfoys little one. "Yes." He gruffed, stiffing his muscles and crossing his arms. It was more a statement than a question. "Fenrir, you know how I always repay." he seethed. "Hmm" He grunted, arms crossed and with a tilt of his head, popped his neck. "As you know, Lucius failed me." he pronounced "That is why you will rest easy, knowing he can't hurt you." If anyone else had said, he could be hurt their throat would be in his mouth. "You now have a new pet, Draco." he ended with a flourish "Go take whats yours. Do what you want with him, only don't kill him. Now hurry before he has a chance to say goodbye." He snorted at that and left the room quickly. He didn't lavish Malfoy Manor. He scrunched his nose up at the dusty old junk Lucius had displayed over the place. Fenrir strutted through the massive hallways with white eggshell paint. He knew where the boy was located. He had smelled fresh. Almost like pine but still virtually like lavender. He followed that trail up the grand carpet staircase. Fenrir got to the top in a few bounds. He turned his attention and examined a flower vase that set atop of a place spindly small table. It was an ugly grey with what looked like real royal purple flower petals decorated the base. He tipped it over with his foot. He found it satisfying the effect of the crashing sound and who the porcelain shattered. The sound reverberated through the lonely hallway. With a smirk, he left the crime scene. He upturned his nose and sniffed again. Draco's sent was getting stronger. He continued to the end of the hallway, not bothering to suppress his obnoxiously loud footsteps. "Oh, pretty boy!" He sang he couldn't help but smile. He placed his hand on the doorknob and entered without devilish glee. He invaded and stole two steps from the room. The room was overall large. The boy's bed was pushed against a white wall. It was medium sized and had a dark forest green comforter. He had two fluffy pillows that were a lighter shade. Fenrir Spotted Draco under the heavy blanket. The blanket was tangled around his lengthy frame; he was asleep. He grinned and walked till he was looking over the smaller boy. "Oi, sleeping beauty" He smirked, and with careful, slow fingers he pulled back the cover enough to expose the boys face. He choked back a giggle as he realized Draco was cuddling a pillow. No, not just cuddling it, he had his head burned into it. He looked at the pale skin and the blonde hair. "This is going to be good." he thought examining the new puppy he got. "Pretty boy" he sang loudly. He began to stir, slowly breathing in through his nose and rubbing his face into the silky fabric that was one of his pillows. He looked up at the wolf above him with half-open sleepy eyes. "Nope" he murmured burying` his face back into the pillow. He snuggled on the bed and then stopped moving. He looked back at Fenrir almost confirming that he was there. "Can we do this later?" he said to him "This is really soft and comfortable, and I don't want to move." He moved his back to where it was. Draco's eyes suddenly shot open, and he scrambled back to the corner of his headboard. "Holy shit" he cursed, and started shaking "How did you get in here?!" "I opened the door" he shrugged "Get up your coming with me." "W-What?" He stuttered wide-eyed "No." "Yes, you are," Fenrir replied, tilting his head "Your mine." He barked a laugh and sneered at Dracos look of terror. "I'm-I'm-I'm not yours!" He squeaked childishly. "The dark lord said so." He mussed looking him up and down. "No." he whispered breaking eye contact with him "No, y-y-your your lying." "Do you really want to go interrupt him?" He hissed, sneering. "Please" He begged, hugging his knees. "Don't whimper boy" The dark lord seethed, walking in "He will take good care of you, won't you Fenrir?" The man, no excuse me, monster looked over at the wolf. "Yes," Voldemort hissed smoothly "Now hurry up." Fenrir grinned, he began to reach for Draco's throat. "Please" he begged, freezing as the wolf gripped his neck "I haven't d-done anything!" "You haven't, but your father has" Fenrir growled, "till' your daddy learns his lesson, you're staying with me." "No" He whimpered, gripping Fenrir's hands. "Coactus somnum," Voldemort thought happily, pointing his wand at the struggling boy. His eyes lamely closed and his body became slack. "Your no fun" Fenrir cursed, picking up the light boy. He cradled him in his arms and started out of his room door. "Enjoy him, wolf, Bring him back in one piece." The monster sneered at his back. Fenrir gritted his jagged teeth and stomped forward, but not without saying "My people are good at stitching people back together." ______ -_T_- --------- Malfoy Manor was close to a path deer, and other animals took to get from place to place. It was safe and quiet. He kicked open the wart iron gate and continued out of the manor grounds. Fenrir loved the dreary mist, oh how heavy it was. It made his appearance twice as intimidating. He couldn't say he was happy nor upset. It was going to be a long walk back to his den. Pretty boy would slow him down. He had to bring him back to his parents. But knowing The Malfoys, they will throw him out once they see what he is. The little prince would need a place to go. "NOOO" Something screeched back inside "MY SON YOU MONSTER!" "Oh Lucius," he thought "Probably should have sharpened your wand skill, and spent more time with your son." He couldn't help hold back a smirk. He deserved it, he did. He continued to march off into the woods. >>>> (F) ^^^^ "Wake up boy" a gruff voice spat. Draco felt a wet substance splatter across his face. He groaned and tried to push himself up. "What?" He grumbled and inhaled sharply at the throbbing in his wrists and hands "Ahhh." His eyes adjusted to his surroundings. He looked down at the source of his pain. His hands were bound with thick, itchy rope. He shook his head slowly, trying to rid himself of the fog in his head. "That's right, wake little one," The same voice said. He wiped his face, barely recognizing it was wet, he looked up now with a more explicit vision into the eyes of a monster. "Morning sleeping beauty." It sang. Fenrir had a dark grey flint knife and was slowly carving away at a large animal bone with its red flesh still on it. "No" "Yes" "This, this isn't-" "Real? I can promise it is." "No. No. It can't be." He raved sitting up, he teased, and his hands were glued to his chest "Where am I?!" "Someplace if you scream no one will hear you." He replied deviously. "Please" he begged, eyes going like a kicked puppy's. "I haven't done anything to you yet." He smiled horribly. "What are you going to do to me?" He said desperately looking around. The trees were thick old oak that positions themselves in a tight weave. Their naken branches loomed over him, like long fingers grasping for something out of reach. The sky was in shreds where he sat, the punch and the butter-colored sky was starting to turn into a raisin, jet black speckled with white stars. Fenrir camped them on dry crunchy light brown leaves. Draco just noticed he was half covered by Fenrir's black Long Great Coat, he kicked it off. He felt the sudden chill of the air and immediately wanted it back. "Haven't decided yet." He hummed "Got any ideas?" "Let me go?" He attempted, looking up. The wolf burst into a bark of a laugh. Draco recoiled in response. "Kid, that was good. But not good enough" He cackled to himself like he was sharing a privet joke with himself. His laughter still subsiding and jabbed a finger towards Draco's direction "You know what tonight do you?" There was a pause where Fenrir gave Draco a cold look. Which he crumpled under. "It the Full Mooooooon" He buzzed through his horrid smile, tilting his head in the end. The boys head snapped up, eyes wide. "No No," He babbled, scrambling back on to brown leaves "Please! Not that, anything but that." "Oh don't be scared, I'll be gentle, I promise" He swore to love the reaction, putting his knife hand on his chest "You are already exiled from the wizarding community, it's either us or the muggles." "I'll die!" He cried, shaking his head "I won't survive it!" "Oh don't cry little one." He falsely cooed, leaning closer in the process "Don't waste them on something like this," "Please," Draco whispered, looking up at the sky. The sky was a blackish blue. You could just barely see the almost clear grey clouds. He froze. "No please! Knock me out at least!" He pleaded, eyes now like a dog begging for food. "Well," He sighed sitting back "What will you do for me, I can't just give out a kindness after another?" "Anything," He said too quickly. "Well, this requires a lot of thinking. I can make you do anything." The blonde looked at the sky. It was black the with black on black clouds painted over them. "I honestly can't think of anything" He drawled and sighed dramatically. "Oh well." He shrugged, standing up Draco eyes flicked to the man's eyes as their pupils started to become darker more prominent. The whites of them becoming bloodshot. "No" He disbelieved, struggling back more. He needed to get to his feet. But why couldn't he! He rolled over desperately and realized that Fenrir was advancing on him. "Don't be pathetic now" He grumbled, leaning down (Too easy for a man his age), he gripped Draco's ankles and dragged him back. He scraped against the crunchy leaves. "Now now, little pet," He cooed, straddling him, his hands pinning his. Fenrir's nails were now sharp black talons. He growled and sneered at the wet spot growing in between Draco's legs. "Getting excited I see?" He Laughed, Bringing his face awfully to Draco's. His throat gave a rumble as the monster's teeth almost enlarged. "But why??" He whimpered. "Why what? Why I am doing this? He answered with a low growl. "On little prince, you know the answer to that." Draco closed his eyes, squeezing them shut as he heard the monstrosity roar that was his howl. He felt the beast transform into another shape, another monster really. Then Horrible pain in his shoulder. There was a scream, and Draco knows it was his. He just really hoped it wasn't. _ !:(-):! T   "You know Lucius" Fenrir drawled walking towards the woods. He had brought back the scratched, bitten, and broken lump that was Draco to the manor. They were at the edge of the "You should be happy." He announced, "Most of 'em pure-bloods little boys break before I even transform, but the little prince here-" "Enough, dog" Lucius snarled holding his son's limp body "Go." He left into the woods with a sneer. "My little dragon" He cooed as Draco's bloody face lulled against his father's chest. Wand in hand and the other holding his son he apparated into the manor. Lucius hosted his son up in his arms. Holding him as if he were a baby. He felt his arms grow taught and ridged. "Have you always been this heavy?" he thought looking dejectedly at Draco's asleep face "You look so peaceful." He had apparated in his potion room. It had a stone wall with a fireplace in the remote corner of the room. The room was lit by small green glowing bugs that scattered over the ceiling. The room was lined with bookshelves (except where the fireplace was). Among them were arrangements of dried herbs plants, sickening things in jars and books with dust bound covers. He placed him a stone slap table. He cringed, Lucius knew it was cold. He hated that he was not there. He wasn’t watching, he had one job as a parent: Keep your baby safe. How did he fail to do that? He let his baby get bitten and beaten by a werewolf. He allowed that happen. He pointed his wand and cleaned up his son's face. He could see it clearly now. He continued to wave his wand over Dracos torso, trying his best to ignore the evident bloody bite mark on his shoulder. Scratches and bruises scattered all over his body. Lucius healed them all. Cursing at the fact he didn't have any books on reducing scars. He already had the ones from Potter. Deep and large ones that run up from hip to his collarbone. There were smaller ones that scattered on his shoulders torso, and back. But now there was now ones covering him horizontally. One had run over his nose and his eye, they were parallel to each other. The blood was gone now, and so was the bruises. "Now the bite." He thought horribly. He shook his head and closed his eyes. =(*)= The bed was still unmade, and the cover clumped together on one side. Lucius laid Draco there. Knock, Knock, Knock He went to the door. "Cissy" Lucius begged, stopping her from entering Dracos room. "How ruined is he?" She spat, looking over his shoulder. "He's not ruined!" He retorted, using his body now as a shield. She pressed against him trying to get past. "Was he bitten?" She asked, flatly. "Of course," he said, and Narcissa stopped and backed away. "Then that thing is not my son" he dismissed and began to walk away " That's a mutt." "Narcissa!" He hissed after her "How-" He stopped and entered his son's room was a scowl. He walked to the side of the bed and sat on it, Snake cane in hand. Draco was facing away from him, towards the wall. He always loved this room, it uses to be his after all. He liked Draco's little twist on it. He pushed his bed ageist the wall and the two large bookshelves he had in there where on the wall opposite. The rest was the same. To the bed stand next to his bed to the closet near the end of his bed, it was how Lucius had it. "Draco" He whispered, placing his hand on his thigh gently. "You should leave," He replied, it was a little more than a mutter "It won't look good for you, you shouldn't deal something like me." "No." He snapped "I don't care, I love you." "You shouldn't" He returned, he said shaking his head "I'm a monster, I'm what kids ask their parents to look under their beds for." "No," He said back, he rubbed his thigh "Dra-" "Stop" He cut in "I'm a disgrace." "My little dragon" He whispered "Your not a dog." "Yes, I am" He cried "I'm a werewolf." "There's the new mutt." A voice like scales slithering on the floor "Oh Lucius dogs aren't supposed to be on beds." "My lord," He said, felling his son tense. "Or have there own rooms" He commented looking around with a quick motion he yanked out his wand and flick it at the boy "Silencio! Stringit! Torquem!" "My lord is that really necessary?" Lucius said, eyeing his son. Voldemort had put a muzzle and a collar on Draco. It was blue and black, it was a dog collar. The black straps of the muzzle tightened, and Lucius saw the metal part cut into Draco's face. You could feel the humiliation seep of him. "Yes, dogs don’t get to sleep in beds like a human" He hissed "Let alone talk like one." Draco begins to shake. Voldemort leaves. "Draco" he whispered "My little Dragon. You are still my son, and I still love you, please remember that." Lucius left, he knew better than to stay when someone needed to be alone. *(+-+)* "Draco," Lucius said quietly, he walked in the room. Draco was laying on his back covers up to his chin. Lucius sat on the bed, legs hanging off and gently shook Draco's shoulders to wake him. He stifled a groan and sat up rubbing his eye childishly, carefully avoiding the metal muzzle. "Draco" He breathed, reaching one hand to his neck. "Don't" he winced and looked away. "Hush" He snapped, using both hands to take the collar off. "I already tried that" He growled, "I couldn't get it-" Click Dracos hands shot up to his neck, in its pale and thin beauty. He the collar falls into his lap. "Let me take the muzzle off too" Lucius muttered. He reached his hands behind his head. It made Draco close his eyes, he hated the depended and vulnerable feeling. Click Click "There," He said making them vanish in a plume of white smoke with his wand, "Those won't touch you again." He looked up and saw that there were tears in his eyes. Draco flew into his arms sobbing silently. His shoulders rose and fell in an uneven rhythm. "Oh Draco" He whispered placing one hand on his back, the other one on the back of his head and hugged him tightly, "You're too resilient for your own good." End Notes I have a thing that I post my chapters quicker when at least five people commented on my story's. They don’t have to be useful but it's enough for me to know i should keep going. 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