Chapter 1 - Rescue Mission

                                        

                                              
Published: Jan 12, 2025
Trigger warning: non-con, implied non-con, restraints, using the "R" word
Remus took point and held up his hand while he sniffed the air. Though most of the werewolf powers only came out on the full moon, Remus had a stronger sense of smell. He was leading the search for Greyback's pack. Narcissa, beyond demanding Harry pay his blood debt, told him that Greyback's pack's territory was in the Galloway Forest, not far from Hogwarts. However, it was a huge area to search, and it had taken them several days to reach this point.
Remus reluctantly agreed to help him find Malfoy, and Tonks, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, and Blaise Zabini also joined the rescue mission. Harry didn't completely trust the Slytherin, but Harry wanted more help. He didn't know how many werewolves were there, though several were lost at the Battle. Kingsley also sent Auror Savage and Winters to make any arrests and to call for backup if things went south. He even drafted a legal order granting them permission to search any "residences" in the forest, too.
"You don't know what kind of condition the boy will be in, Harry," Remus explained as they walked in front of the search party. "Werewolves in a pack are more vicious and tend to follow the Alpha's lead. If this is truly Greyback's pack... then they will be just as cruel. He might be dead worse, Harry."
Remus and Tonks hadn't wanted to do this. Tonks was searching for her cousin, though her father had been murdered during the war by his side? Ridiculous. She had also nearly died from a curse from Dolohov, but Fred and George had arrived in time to save her. Remus and Tonks had consented to come as Harry was going with or without them. 
"I have to find him, Remus. I owe him and his mother," Harry insisted, trying not to dwell on what Malfoy had gone through since the manor.
Remus just merely nodded and continued to lead them through the forest. He came across some older trails, but nothing definitive for hours. Finally, Remus came across the pack's borders. He alerted the group and waited until Tonks was by his side.
"It's definitely Greyback's scent. Stick together."
Even Harry's nose twitched when they finally came across the pack's mud huts, rickety shacks, and a few old cabins. It was absolutely filthy. Dirty clothes, excrement on the ground and people eating raw meat off dead animals. He wanted to hurl at the conditions. No one should have to live like this.
"We're not here to harm you," Harry declared loudly to the werewolves that had seen and heard them enter their camp. "We're just looking for someone!"
There were hisses from the ten people who came out to meet them, ready to fight. A woman yelled, "Wizards don't belong here!"
"We are from the Ministry. We have lawful authority..." Auror Winters started, holding a piece of parchment.
A older man with a large scar across his jaw yelled over him, "Werewolves have our own laws. We ain't helped You-Know-Who. You got no right to come here! We aren't doing anything wrong!"
"Then you won't mind us looking around," Harry spat.
"Ahhh... the Chosen One," another younger man sneered. "You didn't kill our Alpha nor are you a werewolf. You have no authority here! I'm the new Alpha with Greyback gone! Alpha Ryman!"
"Incarcenous!" Harry spat, and the werewolf fell to the ground wrapped in ropes. "I don't have time for this. Where is Draco?"
"Fuck y-"
Ron gagged him. "Let's just look around, Harry." He didn't look particularly thrilled about the conditions.
"Fred, George and Blaise, you stay here. Everyone else go out in groups. Send anyone else you here out here. Careful, they may have wands," he ordered.
Harry took off with Ron and Hermione toward the big ones. He had to subdue a young boy who tried to bite him and brought him outside. Three others were cowering under a bed. Bill and Charlie searched the area by a stream, and the Aurors checked the larger cabins and huts. They pulled out a couple groups of werewolves, and Remus and Tonks cleared a few cabins, too. About 30 werewolves all together were found but no Malfoy. Harry's heart sank.
Remus tried to convince the wolves to cooperate, but they were stone-lipped even to another werewolf.
Harry looked around again and checked for any signs. He was searching farthest from the firepit, the camp center, when he heard faint cries of pain. He looked toward the sound, and just out of eyeshot was another shack, hidden away from pack and fire. He walked closer, Ron and Hermione silently following behind him. The sounds of pain and rhythmic grunting grew louder. His wand grew hot in his hand. He opened the panel covering the door and saw what his ears had already heard. He froze.
Malfoy, bruised, bloody and dirty, was tied down on an old filthy bed, and another man was thrusting into him with no care that he was hurting him, judging by the cries Malfoy was making. 
Another wolf was watching them, stroking his erection, and growled, "Think you can run away whore? You're our bitch, now and forever! You better remember it. Hurry up, Raulf, I want to fuck him again!"
The rapist went harder, but Harry unfroze. "Stupefy!"
The wolf was violently thrown off the bed and into the wall that nearly gave. Harry then punched the other wolf hard enough to break his nose, and Hermione bound him in ropes while Ron bound the unconscious one and gagged them both, too.
Harry turned his attention to Malfoy. He could see that he was torn and actively bleeding. His foot looked broken, and there were wounds, scars and welts on his arms, back, legs and rear end. Malfoy laid his head down on the bed and was crying, clearly in distress. The back of his neck had a large, fresh bite mark, or rather several bite marks. Malfoy was shaking, and his eyes were closed.
"Relashio!" Harry whispered, and the ropes around Malfoy's bleeding wrists disappeared. 
He brought his arms in closer, protectively, and Hermione conjured a blanket. Harry covered Malfoy's naked, bleeding body and whispered soft reassurances. Malfoy was still shaking, and he kept his eyes on the bed, not willing to make eye contact. Harry could see that there was a cut down the right side of his face. It was deep and healing. Luckily, his eye was spared.
Harry came closer and knelt down. "It's okay... you're safe now... I'm going to take you out of here and keep you safe. I promise."
Malfoy's nose twitched, and then he turned his head and met his eyes. Chills suddenly went down Harry's spine. He noticed that Mal-Draco seemed to shiver, too. Harry shook it off as just the shock and horror at seeing Draco this way. Draco's eyes slowly closed and he lapsed into unconsciousness. He felt angry and protective, determined to not let anyone hurt Draco this way again. He wanted to break the people who had.
"He needs to go to a hospital," he declared, instead. Murdering people would be bad.
Hermione quickly stabilized Draco's injuries as Harry lifted him up. 
"I'm going to St. Mungo's. Have the Aurors arrest those two and anyone else who admits that they raped him," he ordered, glaring at the beasts on the floor.
Without a thought, he fixed on St. Mungo's main lobby, Apparated and was quickly taken to a room.