Omega's Binding

Chapter 1

The Turning

The woods around Surrey was not much discussed, yet it was a natural marvel. Tall trees with thick trunks and branches, the sunlight only burst through in areas, and filtered through leaves elsewhere, giving everything underneath almost a green hue. It was a relaxing, secretive place, and so, it was the perfect place for teenage hookups.

Currently, it was a night of the full moon, the perfect time for a secret rendezvous.

Harry Potter, age sixteen, smiled widely as he laughed, his hand being held by a taller, stronger boy with thick shoulders and muscles as they made their way through the woods. Harry had always been small for his age, a slender frame with a rather round butt, his emerald eyes were behind two thick round glasses, and under his mop of black hair on his forehead was a lightning-bolt scar he had received when he was an infant. The boy whose hand he was holding was a muggle named Connor. Connor was a tall teen, fit from playing rugby and using the gym frequency as he liked to gloat for Harry. His skin was deeply tanned, and his blue eyes reminding Harry like an ocean, the older teen smirked at Harry, pulling him deeper. "I set up a blanket up ahead, Harry," he said.

The two have been 'dating' for two weeks, a word which here meant meeting up whenever they could to snog and touch themselves. Today, however, both Harry and Connor were to go all the way. Connor led Harry along a dirt path in the woods, before turning off and walking around trees, this way and that, until they reached a small picnic blanket. The boys were laughing as they did so, a strong fire growing within Harry. "You ready babe?" Connor smirked at Harry when they stood on the blanket, reminding Harry of the day when Connor saved him from his cousin when Dudley tried to use Harry as a new target practice for his hockey stick.

"Yeah," Harry smiled. "I stretched out and everything?"

"Bendable, are we Potter?" Connor chuckled. "That school of yours must really be good for you if they're teaching you how to be nice and stretched out." He took off his shirt, revealing a perfect set of pecs and abs. "Come on boy, I don't wanna be the only one naked today."

Harry giggled and nodded as he started to unbutton his shirt. He wasn't as developed as Connor, but Harry thought that his body looked good. Lean with muscles, it was perfect for the boy, especially as it helped him stay flexible. Their shirts off, the two teens latched onto each other, kissing heavily as Connor's hands went to play with Harry's nipples. Harry moaned in the kiss, his dick growing hard and he thrust his growing erection against Connor's. "You like that boy?" Connor smirked.

"Yeah," Harry breathed. Connor's hand went into Harry's pants and wrapped around his growing cock. Harry's breath hitched as he squeezed.

"You like that," he chuckled. "Feel a man's cock, boy," he commanded. Harry's hand went into Connor's pants excitedly, and he felt the thick hot heat of Connor's cock. He groaned at the feeling and stroke it lightly.

"Fuck that's right Harry," Connor breathed. "Gonna fuck your ass with this cock, boy. You want that?"

"Yeah," Harry groaned.

"Take your pants off then," Connor commanded. "Got a special treat for you." Harry smiled and separated from his summer fling. He shoved his pants off, kicking off his shoes and socks, until he stood naked in front of Connor. "Good boy," Connor said. "Get on your back and show me how much you can stretch," he winked.

Harry smiled and laid down on the blanket. He kicked his legs into the air and hooked his arms around them, giving Connor a perfect view of his hole and hard cock. Connor licked his lips and bent down. He spread Harry's cheeks with his hands and glanced up at the teen. "I'm going to eat your fucking ass boy," he breathed and slammed his mouth against Harry's tight pink hole. Harry moaned when he felt a wetness intruding him. The tongue wiping around and licking. His cock started to bob at the pleasure, this was obviously not Connor's first time doing this. His hole started to relax under Connor's touch, getting wet from his spit as the tongue dived deeper and deeper. Harry wanted to jerk off, but his hands were too busy holding his legs open.

Both teens were too distracted by their pleasures that the world disappeared around them, all that mattered was what was on the picnic blanket as Connor ate Harry out. They did not notice a figure standing just outside their small clearing. A figure who had a harsh face riddled with scars and was wearing tattered robes. The man's eyes were solely fixed on Harry and he breathed in as the full moon's light hit him through the leaves. He did not need to change, no, not now, he wanted to see the fear and recognition on the Potter boy's face before he did. But the muggle boy could be a problem. He looked strong, usable, and most importantly, disposable. Chuckling to himself, the man step towards them. "A bitch and a bodyguard," he said to himself. "Can it get any better?"

"Fuck Harry your hole's so tight," Connor groaned, slapping Harry's ass. "You ready for my cock, boy?"

"Yeah," Harry groaned, opening his eyes. "Please Connor—Look out!" But Harry's warning came too late. Connor only had time to turn his head as the man leapt on top of him The two rolled away from Harry, and Connor's screams filled the air as the man bit into his neck, blood pooling quickly. The man pulled and smirked at his work. The kid will turn, yes, but he'll live or die on the account of his will… Potter, however, he'll want Potter to live.

Harry was still on the ground, frozen with fear as the man bit his lover. The man stood and turned to Harry, snarling. "Well… if the bitch isn't all ready for an Alpha cock," he chuckled. "Don't worry Potter, you'll have your cock as soon as I give you to the Dark Lord."

Harry stared at the long-haired man and a sick recognition fell over him. He saw this man's face once before, but only on the front page of The Daily Prophet. "Fenrir Greyback!"

"Recognize me, eh? That's a good bitch," Fenrir smirked. "Going to have to give you a special bite, relax boy… this will only hurt a lot." He chuckled before throwing himself at Harry. The teen snapped out of his shock. He kicked his legs out, hitting Fenrir in the jaw, which allowed Harry to roll out of the way and grab for his pants.

"Come on, come on," he muttered, trying desperately to pull his wand from his pocket. He heard a growl behind him and turned to see Fenrir starting to shift. Black fur covered his body and his jaw and mouth elongated, becoming more wolf-like. He grew in height, his shredded robe falling to the side as, much to Harry's horror, he saw that the man was turned on. He quickly turned away and decided to just grab his pants and run, he can search for his wand later.

I'm sorry Connor, I'll come back for you, he said mentally as he ran naked away from the small clearing. It was dark under the woods, and Harry did not know where he was going. He just had to lose Greyback. If he could lose the werewolf, then he could circle back and help Connor.

He could hear a howl behind him. His feet hurt as they pressed hard against the cold ground, roots and acorns mixing with the grass unseen. He was slowed, only because he was rooting through his pockets, until he managed to pull out his wand. Giving a breath of relief, he turned over his shoulder and shouted, "Stupefy!" The red stunner illuminated the forest, giving everything a red hue only briefly. Harry stopped as it hit a tree: he couldn't see Greyback anywhere. He breathed and he tried to listen for the werewolf, just as he listened and looked for the Golden Snitch during Quidditch matches.

"That it, little bitch?" Greyback laughed, his voice echoing around the trees. "That is all you have. I thought the great Harry Potter would give more of a chase."

Hedwig, need to get to Hedwig and get a message to Dumbledore, Harry thought. His eyes flicked left to right, he moved slowly, making sure to look carefully at any and every shadow Greyback could be hiding. He was playing with Harry.

He smelled the beast before he saw him. It was a heavy musky odor, a mixture of a perverted sexual lust and plain negligence of bathing. Harry turned and casted another Stunner just as the werewolf pounced onto him. The spell landed directly on Greyback's chest, and he fell right before Harry. Harry was relieved for only a second but before he could step away, the werewolf's hand snatched his ankle and the teen fell.

"Ow, I'll give you that one bitch," Greyback chuckled as he looked up at Harry, "but try that again with me, and you'll wish I've left you with the Dark Lord." He stood up, his hand still on Harry's leg, lifting it with him, causing Harry to ride up, the ground scratching his back. "I need a bitch, an Omega, to give me strong boys of my own. And I couldn't think of anyone better than you, Potter." He pulled Harry's leg towards him and stuck out a long wet tongue. He licked Harry's leg slowly, sending a sick shiver down Harry's body, yet arousing his cock. "You like that idea, don't you bitch?" he chuckled.

"Sod off, let go of me!" Harry struggled. Greyback squeezed Harry's ankle, and the teen screamed as he could feel his bones reaching a breaking point.

"Bitches don't speak till they told!" Greyback roared. "Now come on." Like a caveman dragging away his prize, Greyback pulled Harry along the ground, not caring for the bumps and scrapes the teen encountered along the way.

They returned to the clearing, where Connor still laid unconscious. Fenrir dropped Harry and pressed a clawed finger against his chest, "Don't even think of moving, bitch," he warned before going over to Connor's body. He gave it a kick and snorted, "Shame… your friend's dead, kid! You really was going to let this weakling fuck you? Ha!"

"No… no, no," Harry breathed, shaking his head. He moved his arm, but Fenrir was on top of him, snarling.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE!" he yelled. He pressed his nose against Harry's neck and sniffed loudly, Harry could feel his breath as he said, "Fear… and anger, you're angry at me, aren't you bitch?" Fenrir laughed. "You're a bit older than I like them, but I'm sure you'll give my cock a nice tightness…" he laughed and pressed his still hard dick against Harry's body. Harry felt revolted and struggled more. Fenrir squeezed his hand on Harry's until the boy's hold on his wand loosened, and the piece of wood rolled off his fingers.

"That's better," Fenrir said, swiping away the wand. It rolled towards Connor's body, where it stopped right in front of. "Now you'll be a good boy and stay, won't you Potter?" Fenrir chuckled. He looked down at Harry for a second before getting off of Harry's body, only to return not even a moment later with a vial in his hand.

The vial had a thick white substance that made Harry's stomach twist. "This'll speed things along bitch," he said, "Soon you'll be pumping out sons for me." Greyback uncorked the bottle and stared down at Harry. "You'll drink this," he warned, his hand going to Harry's cock and balls, "or I'll rip these off. You won't be needing them anymore."

Harry gave a terrified nod and opened his mouth for the potion. It slimed down his tongue and throat, having a hot nutty flavor. When he realized what it was mixed with, he wanted to throw up. But instead he swallowed it. "Good bitch," Fenrir said, "Now the fun begins." Before Harry could react and throw any punches, Fenrir bit him.

Harry could feel his blood gushing and mixing with Fenrir's saliva. He was ashamed as his cock pulsed with his quickening heartrate, rubbing against Fenrir's which kept dripping pre-cum onto the teen. Harry tried to push him off, but it felt as though his strength was sapped away each second. Fenrir drank his fill and Harry felt his tongue rubbing against the wound, which will clearly scar. As the werewolf pulled back, he admired his work: a full set of teeth scaring right at Harry's neck, forever branding the boy his. "Good boy," he chuckled, "you get to keep your worthless cock and balls, bitch. Although… they'll certainly look smaller than they already are as you shift on mine!" He laughed at his own joke, distracted for the second Harry needed.

Still weak, he curled his hand into a fist and with all his desperate might punched Fenrir's head. The blow made the man unbalance, and Harry used it to push him off. He ran to Connor and his wand, picking it up and turning just as new voices were yelling. "Who's there?"

Three wizards, led by the familiar figure of Kingsley Shaklebolt, emerged into the forest. Fenrir only stayed for a second before running off into the darkness of the forest, taking his tattered robes with him. "Chase him!" Kingsley ordered the other two. He turned to Harry, and his expression softened. "Harry," he said, taking off his robe wrapping it around the teen. "The Ministry detected underage magic in this forest. What happened?"

"Connor… Connor…" Harry repeated. His mind trying to catch up to what happened. He turned and fell onto Connor's body. "Please tell me…"

Kingsley took out his wand and pressed it against Connor. "He's weak, muggle, but he might make it if we hurry. Did Greyback attack you? What happened?"

"He bit us," Harry said, pointing to his neck. Kingsley moved his wand from Connor's body to Harry's neck, whispering a lighting charm. The tip of his wand glowed, revealing the bite. "I feel… itchy," Harry said, and his body collapsed.

The last thing he heard was Kingsley promising to get Dumbledore, then all went dark.