Howl into the Night

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.

"Hold him," he ordered, and two men grabbed him and forced him up onto his knees again.

"Please! No!" Draco begged through tears, helpless against the strength of the werewolves.

"Shut up," Greyback muttered and came over with a fiery poker. "This is going to hurt... Omega."

They forced his head down, exposing his back, and then the iron struck his shoulder blade. He thought the Dark Mark was bad, as the branding iron seared his skin. He screamed so loud that he nearly passed out. His skin was raw and blistered from the scorching hot metal. It was beyond painful.

Greyback laughed and spread something cool over the brand. "Wouldn't want it to get infected. This will stop you from transforming. A little trick few wolves know, but it has to be done beforehand."

He wasn't sure what that meant either, being too weak and exhausted to work it out. But more tears streamed down his face from the pain and also knowing what they were going to do. They were going to change him.

"Stake him out. We're running out of moonlight!"

Draco whimpered as they pulled out wooden stakes and tied him to them, spread-eagled on his stomach. His torn clothes were stuffed under him, forcing his ass up on display. He nearly stopped breathing. He had never... not with anyone... and they were going to....

"You should be honored, bitch. An Alpha is going to take you. Luckily, I had enough time to drink some Wolfsbane. Some. This is still going to hurt, but lucky the wolf knows who's it's bitch."

Draco was more scared than ever, and suddenly, his hard prick made sense. He was going to mount him... as a wolf. He nearly choked.

"No... please...."

"I suggest you spend your remaining moonlight left begging me to prep you. Trust me... I'm ten times bigger as a wolf."

"Please... please don't...."

"Nah ah... beg me to stretch you, bitch, or scream as my prick tears you open! Your choice... beg me...."

Draco begged.

Weeks after Malfoy Manor, Harry had spotted the Horcrux sitting on top of the warlock bust, but he suddenly heard from behind. "That's Draco's wand!"

He turned quickly to see Blaise Zabini flanked by Goyle and Crabbe. Malfoy wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Finder's keepers, Zabini."

"So, the rumors were true. That bastard actually gave it to you," Goyle spat, and Zabini grimaced, eyeing his companions.

"Malfoy didn't give it to me. I took it. Where is he anyway?" Harry said, stalling for time. Ron and Hermione weren't far, and he needed help.

"He's getting what he deserved," Crabbe added.

Harry blinked, confused. "What does that mean?"

"Don't you worry. Put down your wand. It's three-on-one," Goyle sneered, pointing his wand at him.

Zabini stopped them from moving forward. "Draco was the one who paid for your escape, asshole."

Harry glared. "I was about to die. You want me to feel sorry for him?"

"He betrayed the Dark Lord for you! He's a traitor," Crabbe growled.

Harry's mouth dropped. He didn't really consider what Malfoy had done... or not done.

"He's worse than dead," Zabini whispered, giving Harry the side-eye. Or maybe a wink?

"Now, surrender before we burn you alive," Crabbe threatened, loudly.

"Are you crazy? The Dark Lord wants him alive!" Zabini said, and then gave him a clear wink.

"He'll be happier with him dead. Don't get in our way, Blaise!" Goyle growled.

"Harry?" Ron's voice called out confused.

Suddenly, spells were flying all over, but Zabini tackled Hermione, shielding her, as Goyle nearly killed her with Avada Kedavra. Ron managed to temporarily freeze Goyle, but Crabbe laughed and then shot out flames that expanded rapidly, incinerating everything. Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron and located some old broomsticks. They took flight as the room engulfed into menacing flames.

Harry turned toward the exit before he heard screaming. He couldn't leave... whoever behind. He swung his old broom back and spotted Zabini on top of the burning stacks and dueling Goyle. He nearly was blasted off the stacks by a nasty spell from Goyle, who was screaming for him to die. However, before Harry could reach them, the shelves that Goyle was on collapsed, and he fell screaming into the flames. Zabini nearly fell off, too.

Harry swooped down and Zabini clambered on behind him. "Thanks, Potter. Whoa! What the fuck! The exit's that way!"

"Forgot something!" Harry said, and swooped down to snatch up the diadem before the flames engulfed it.

He raced to the door where Ron and Hermione had made it through already. He almost crashed into the wall, but Zabini threw up a Cushioning Charm before they did.

"Fuck, Potter! Learn to brake, idiot!"

"I was! The broom's Braking Charm is busted," he retorted as they got to their feet.

However, the diadem screamed and melted as he held it up. Another Horcrux down.

"That must have been fiendfyre!" Hermione declared. "That was one of the ways to destroy a Horcrux. It was way too dangerous. I never would have tried that."

"Crabbe wasn't exactly a smart guy. Fucking asshole," Zabini murmured. "Wait, Horcrux? You made a horcrux, Potter?"

Ron, suddenly realizing that Zabini was there and upright, raised his wand at Zabini, who gave him a dark look. "Drop it!" Ron ordered.

"I just saved your girlfriend's life, Weasley," the dark-skinned Slytherin said, exasperated.

"You were in there with Crabbe and Goyle!"

"Who are dead, now. Good riddance. They were complete tools. I have no mark on my arm," Zabini said, and pulled up his sleeve. "Mother never did support the Dark Lord."

Harry didn't know what to say at first. "Lower it, Ron. He did save Hermione and he was actively helping us."

Ron reluctantly did.

"Thank you, O savior. We can call each other even for me saving your BFF's life. I owe you nothing."

"Fine. Now, what did you mean about Malfoy?" Harry pressed. He had to know... it was burning him. What Crabbe and Goyle had suggested... well... it wasn't pleasant. It had been nearly a month since Malfoy Manor.

"The fuck you care? You took his wand and left him there to die, Potter."

Harry spluttered, but there was shouting coming from the end of the hall. He could see Fred and George battling it out. Ron and Hermione went to back them up, and Harry slowly followed, Zabini at his side watching the duel.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked, again, realizing that he was feeling guilty for that unintended consequence.

"They... fuck we don't have time for this," Zabini started but suddenly shot a strong Protego that ricocheted a white spell. The spell went into the wall away from them, exploding it.

"Holy Warbeck!" Fred cried as he was blasted off his feet.

"Thank Merlin for that. Zabini, right?" George said, after helping his brother to his feet.

"I think he just saved our lives," Percy said, staring at the Slytherin.

Zabini snorted. "You're welcome. Now, pay fucking attention. It's a fucking battle, not a witty soiree."

Fred laughed. "I like him. Come on, snake. Let's help out Remus downstairs. Come on, Harry!"

Zabini purposely ducked away from him when Harry asked again, but he had to put it to the back of his mind. They were in the middle of a battle, and there was one Horcrux to go.

"You! Check and see if he's dead!" Voldemort roared.

Harry could do nothing to hide the fact that he was very much alive and very killable. He felt someone hover over him. A sucked-in breath told him that they knew he was alive.

"Draco... will you find him? Will you keep him safe?" Narcissa Malfoy asked in earnest.

Harry had no choice but to whisper, "Yes."

"Promise?"

"I swear," he murmured, his heart feeling heavier. Something told him that he couldn't ignore this promise.

"Dead!" she roared.

Chaos overtook the battlegrounds as Voldemort and his followers were pushed into the Great Hall. This was ending, and one by one, the Death Eaters fell. Fred, George, and Zabini took down Greyback, and Remus and Tonks subdued Lucius Malfoy who was screaming for his wife to help him. She did not. She did help Molly Weasley kill Bellatrix, her own sister. Mrs. Weasley seemed confused by the help but appreciated it.

Voldemort nearly killed them both, but Harry stopped him and revealed that he wasn't dead. He faced down Tom one last time, telling him exactly how he was going to lose and how. He told all there that Draco Malfoy gave him that wand... the wand that conquered the Elder Wand. He told him that his cause was doomed, but Voldemort pressed on, and in the end... he lay dead at his feet. Dead forever.

Harry had to endure an hour or two of celebration. He took the Elder Wand and, with Ron and Hermione, explained what had happened. He met Dumbledore, and despite everything the older man had put him through, he was alive. They had won. It felt good until Harry remembered Zabini... and Narcissa's demand. His mood sobered up. He couldn't ignore what had happened. Ron and Hermione, though exhausted from two days straight of high-pumping adrenaline and action, followed him.

When they reached the ground floor, there was a commotion near the prisoners. Harry ran and expected to see prisoners trying to escape, but no, it was Narcissa and several unconscious Aurors. Lucius lay dead at her feet, his cane shoved down his throat to the hilt. Even more gruesome was Greyback, flayed alive with his limbs twisted into pretzels. There was a Silencing Charm on all the prisoners, which is why no one heard her killing them. She had ripped out his intestines through his mouth.

Kingsley placed her in restraints, and Ron gasped, "Holy Merlin!"

"They dared to hurt my child," she said with wild eyes.

"It's still murder, Mrs. Malfoy."

"It's Madam Black, Minister Kingsley. I have no desire to carry that brute's name any longer."

Harry could not speak to her as she was taken to the Ministry with the other prisoners. He then went to Zabini, being fawned over by Fred and George about his mad skills and if he'd like to work for them.

"Sorry guys, can I talk to you, Zab-Blaise, alone?" he asked, interrupting their plotting. They didn't object to it.

Zabini followed him and after they walked out of hearing range of Hermione and Ron, too. Harry just asked, "What happened to Draco?"

"Draco? Now, it's Draco? I suppose you think he's been on holiday? A month-long holiday?"

"I didn't keep tabs on him."

"Obviously. He saved you, gave you a wand and you escaped. You think the Dark Lord would forgive that?"

"Voldemort's dead. We can say his name now."

Zabini glared.

"Sorry. But... where's Malfoy?"

Zabini looked away. "I don't know. The Dar-Voldemort gave him to Greyback. To turn, eat or fuck... maybe all three and not necessarily in that order."

Harry went white. "Oh, shit. Narcissa just killed Greyback... and her husband."

"Good for her," Zabini said, nodding in approval, but lowered his head. "Listen. No one would openly talk about his punishment, just snide hints about what he got and why he deserved it. Helping you, I guess Voldemort read his mind and declared he had done it on purpose. Draco never returned from Easter break. Crabbe and Goyle would just laugh about it. I... I don't know what the Death Eaters did to him before Greyback took him, or where Draco is. Just seeing you use his wand so fucking openly, is a slap in the face."

"Malfoy took the Elder Wand from...."

"I know. I heard your speech and saw your great victory. What are you going to Potter? Rest on your laurels?" Zabini sneered.

Harry shook his head somberly. Malfoy was probably being ripped apart by werewolves. He had no idea where to find them. Maybe Remus would. "I'll find him, Zabini. I promised Narcissa I would."

"Fuck... you better. She'll haunt you forever if you didn't even try," Zabini said, glaring at him.