Prologue

                                        

                                              
Published: Jan 12, 2025
Artwork from Leilazayde

Trigger warning: non-con, implied sexual assault, coercion

One week before the Battle of Hogwarts
Draco squirmed on the ground, fighting against the magical bindings holding him in place. He was trapped. Trapped and no one was coming to save him. He had brought this upon himself. He had let Potter go. One Legilimency spell by the Dark Lord, and he knew that he knew. Draco had chosen Potter and he was going to pay for it. The war could have ended. The Dark Lord would have won, and Potter would be dead... or worse... like he was about to be.
His father hadn't even objected to his sentence, stating that if his mother couldn't conceive any more children, he was going to get rid of her, too.
Greyback had dropped him on the ground, bound, in some unknown forest and had gone to "gather the others". Draco struggled to free himself, trying to call on magic to save him, but he was beat, exhausted from days of Crucio. Weeks more like it... Draco had lost count of how long. Now, the moon was here. Draco didn't know why they were waiting until the moon to kill him... at least that's what he hoped for... prayed for.
"F-Finite... Finite! Relashio!" Draco whispered fervently, though he wasn't even sure that he could walk. Thankfully, his magic worked and his bindings disappeared, but then he heard a branch crack.
"Now, now... you're mine, bitch," Greyback growled, suddenly reappearing. He came over and grabbed his shoulder, digging his nails into it painfully as he lifted him to stare into his eyes. The monster cupped his cheek, scraping his claw across his throat as Draco tried to pull his arm down. "The Dark Lord gave you to me to do with as I please, and I'm not done with you yet, bitch. My new Omega."
Draco wasn't sure what he was talking about but realized that others had arrived. He was shaking, knowing that more people was likely not better for him. 
"Please... please save me," he pleaded to the crowd of nearly twenty men. "Please, I'm only 17, please!"
"Shut it, whore!" Greyback snapped, flinging him to the ground. "They're my pack and they won't save you. They want Lucius's perfect brat for themselves, but you are mine... first. You see... your dear ol' dad killed quite a few wolves in his younger days. Wolves don't forget. We remember and we know that your sweet, virgin, pureblood body has value."
He nearly choked on the implications. What did he mean?
Greyback forced him up on his knees. "Scabior, get a fire going. Raulf... give me the potion."
Draco struggled, but the massive werewolf wrapped his hand around his neck and jaw, forcing it upward and opening his mouth. The other hand grabbed and twisted his arm painfully, and he cried out in pain. The man "Raulf" brought over a vial and pressed it to his lips.
"Drink, bitch, or I'll break it!" Greyback ordered.
Draco didn't resist and swallowed. He knew he couldn't fight it anyway. The potion was bitter and tasted like dirt. Greyback dropped him back down to the ground and laughed. Draco felt his body humming and shifting, but he didn't know what was happening. He felt his dick harden and his face paled. He looked up at Greyback, who smirked viciously.
"How's that feel? It's not the only thing that is happening, bitch," he spat and bent down to feel up his cock.
Draco tried to squirm away, but Fenrir pulled him back. He then ripped his tattered and bloodied clothes off, and he was naked in front of twenty wolves about to change. Are they going to change him? Eat him? Or worse? What was the fire for? He didn't know, but he was terrified. He begged, but Fenrir ignored him.