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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Remus_Lupin/Other(s)
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Minerva_McGonagall, Neville_Longbottom, Other(s), Remus
      Lupin, Severus_Snape, Albus_Dumbledore
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Slash_sex, Mpreg, Spoilers, Bonding, Drama, Romance
  Collections:
      HPFandom
  Stats:
      Published: 2008-10-15 Words: 1722
****** Rising And Setting With The Moon ******
by xxjonibaby [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     A former professor and a current Hogwarts student cross paths under
     the full moon. Which isn't romantic, really, when one is a werewolf.
     A newly bitten werewolf, a suspicious Ministry Employee, and an
     interfering Old Coot. OotP-compliant. Written for Lying in an Angels
     Arms Bite Me Challenge
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
     reasons. To preserve the archive, I began manually importing its
     works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I
     e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but
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     profile.
Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter.
Written for the Bite Me Challenge at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges
forum, courteousy of Lying In An Angels Arms.
 
Remus screamed upon waking. Then promptly threw up.
There was a body underneath him, naked and crusted with blood and semen. He
didn’t need to look down at himself to know where the semen came from. He
scrambled away from the body and started searching the field for the
unfortunate person’s clothes. He gasped in horror when he found the ripped
remains of a Hogwarts uniform, the Gryffindor crest still intact on the right
breast.
He had no memory of the night. The last thing he remembered was holing himself
up in an abandoned cottage miles away from Hogsmeade. How he’d gotten from
there to this field, a five minute walk from Hogwarts, he had no idea. Now he
had killed a student. He had never attacked anyone in his life. The incident
with Snape in their sixth year was as close as he’d ever come. Dumbledore
couldn’t protect him now and even if he could Remus wouldn’t let him. The
Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures would have him slaughtered
when they found out and Remus knew he deserved it. He forced himself to look at
the body, a boy that couldn’t be more than fifteen. The same age as Harry.
Overwhelmed by guilt, he fell to his knees and wept. He wept for the boy’s
innocence and the life he’d unwittingly taken. He threw back his head and
howled in agony.
                                       ~
Neville had done a lot of thinking since Harry told them what happened in the
maze. Now that Voldemort was back, he knew it was only a matter of time before
war was upon them. He visited his parents more often than ever now, telling
them about Harry and the DA. He was scared of what was coming. He was scared
for his parents, who couldn’t defend themselves, and his grandmother, who would
surely fight in the war with as much gusto as a seasoned auror. Mostly, he was
anxious. He knew it was his chance to avenge his parents. Bellatrix Lestrange
was out there somewhere and probably planning to finish what she started. He
would be ready when she came for him.
He thought about which spells Harry might teach them next as he took his usual
route to Hogsmeade. He snuck out twice a week now to floo from the Hog’s Head
to St. Mungo’s to visit his mum and dad. He liked the quietness as he walked,
the only sounds the crunch of weeds under his shoes and the occasional owl or
small animal. The full moon shone brightly over the empty field and he could
just see the lights of the village. Quite suddenly, he tripped over something.
He threw out his arms to catch himself, but he was too unbalanced and fell
ungracefully. His ass stuck up in the air in an undignified manner and he’d
managed to get a mouthful of weeds scratching the back of his throat. He
coughed and spluttered as he pushed himself up. That was when something shifted
beneath him. He fell back down on something soft. He suddenly remembered how
he’d tripped and looked down. He was now laying across a very large, very alive
animal. It was hard to tell what it was. It was massive, much bigger than him,
and had dusty brown fur. A dog, he thought. The fur was very soft and he
impulsively ran his fingers through it. He jumped when he heard a low rumbling
noise. After several minutes and nothing happened, he continued to pet the
animal. The rumbling noise started again and he figured it was sort of nice,
like a cat’s purr, but deeper and more masculine. He snatched his hand away
when he started to have a very good reaction to the sound. The dog made an
indescribable noise and Neville was horrified when his mind supplied the word
‘sexy.’ The dog continued with its strange whining moan until Neville petted
him again.
His hand was shaking as he kept running it down the dog’s back and he gasped
when the dog moaned almost humanly. The soft fur beneath his sensitive fingers
was over-stimulating his hormones. He was embarrassed by his own reaction, but
he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching the dog. He jerked away and stood
very quickly when the dog howled. He stumbled and fell backwards on his ass.
When he looked up the animal had raised itself on its hind legs. Blue and amber
eyes met and Neville almost screamed.
His breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked on it. The dog was a
werewolf! Contrary to what most people thought, werewolves didn’t have hunched
backs or look too beastly. They were rather attractive and looked like someone
in a costume really. The biggest difference, besides the fur, was their limbs
which were longer and more canine. The werewolf looked very humanlike except
for the fur covering it and its large teeth, furry ears, snout and the tail
swishing behind it. He couldn’t help but notice a certain part of the
werewolf’s anatomy even as he was frozen by fear. It looked just like a
human’s, he noticed, only bigger and just a little hairier. He shook himself
mentally in disgust. He was about to be mauled and he could only think
about…Well, he couldn’t even admit to himself what he’d been thinking about,
but he knew he shouldn’t be thinking it.
He wrestled his wand out of his pocket and stood up shakily, expecting to be
attacked at any moment. He wasn’t attacked though and he didn’t really want to
hex the werewolf. They just stood there for a moment, studying each other. The
werewolf was sniffing at the air and Neville was trying not to stare, but his
gaze kept being drawn like a magnet. He shifted uncomfortably as his problem
kept worsening. The werewolf took a big sniff at the air just then and let out
an animalistic moan. Neville’s eyes widened when he took notice of the
werewolf’s engorged member. He flushed when he realized he just might get
mauled in a very different manner.
The werewolf had advanced on him before he could even finish the thought. His
clothes were torn off with its teeth and claws. He was sure he’d just acquired
several scratches, but he couldn’t really feel anything. All his feeling, along
with his blood, had rushed to his member. He was shaking a bit as he laid down,
or fell, he wasn’t sure which at this point. Everything was happening so
quickly and he knew it was weird at the very least, but he couldn’t do anything
to stop it. The werewolf nudged him, almost gently, and Neville found himself
on his stomach. He shivered when he felt soft fur against his skin. Something
wet trailed along his shoulder to his neck. It felt good and he’d suddenly
forgotten that there were large teeth in its mouth as its tongue was pleasuring
the skin on the back of his neck. Something else had slipped between his cleft
and he rutted back against it without thought.
He yelped when he was penetrated. Tears fell from his eyes. It burned, but the
werewolf kept pushing in until he was fully sheathed. The werewolf started
thrusting into him and Neville gasped when the werewolf brushed against
something inside of him. He pushed back tentatively and moaned when that spot
was hit again. He began bucking in earnest.
                                       ~
Neville startled awake. He looked around frantically and saw a naked man not
too far away sobbing, clutching Neville's ruined robes. He was halfway towards
the man when Neville suddenly remembered his own nakedness. He started to
backtrack, but tripped and attracted the man's attention.
"P-Professor Lupin!"
They stared at each other for awhile before Neville scrambled to his feet and
then tried to cover himself with his hands. He was sure his blush reached to
the tip of his toes.
Remus stared a long time, too long a time. He blushed and tossed the boy his
clothes before turning around. He was overjoyed that he hadn't killed anyone,
but felt terribly guilty for what had happened and even more anxious that he'd
probably bitten him.
"Mr. Longbottom, I apologize for what happened this past night. I can't
remember, but I know that I forced myself on you," His voice broke on the last
words and he forced himself to swallow deeply. "If I b-bit you..."
Neville stared at the back of his former professor as he apologized. His eyes
widened. He did vaguely remember being bitten, but then he'd been effectively
distracted.
"Professor, you bit me," Neville saw the man flinch and his head lower in
shame. "But I don't care. It wasn't your fault."
"But I raped you!" He whirled around, tears running unchecked down his face.
Neville blushed furiously and looked at the ground. "No. You never a-attacked
m-me and I liked it,” he confessed.
“I didn’t attack you?”
“No. I uh actually thought you were a dog at first and then you stood up and we
um…” Neville blushed and trailed off uncertainly.
“We have to talk to the Headmaster.”
“No!” Neville shouted.
“Pardon?”
“There’s this woman, Umbridge, she’s the High…I forgot the title, but she’s
from the Ministry and she’s horrible! If she caught you there or found out we
had s-sex, she’d do something awful!”
Remus frowned. “Well, I suppose I can talk to the Headmaster at the next
meeting,” he muttered to himself. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine. My neck aches.” He blushed. He wasn’t going to mention how sore his
ass was.
“If you’re sure…You’d best get back to school. I’ll talk to Professor
Dumbledore the next time I see him.”
Remus was unsettled. He hadn't had sex in years and he'd suddenly traveled
miles and had sex with that particular student on a full moon.
 
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Snape: "In other words, the author has never written slash and needs the
pathetic dribbles of obsessed fans to spur him on."
^ He's just being petty cuz he's not in this chapter.
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