The Soul of the Wolves

2018 Granger Enchanted Awards Finalist - Best H.B.I.C Hero!Hermione

Summary: AU Sixth Year. Draco Malfoy partners with Harry and Hermione in exchange for protection. Unknowingly, the teens enter an ancient mating ritual intended for werewolves. As the ritual grants them heightened powers, things start to get hot for the trio. Can they use this bond to defeat the Dark Lord without giving in to their carnal urges?

Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Blaise Zabini/Luna Lovegood/Daphne Greengrass

Remus Lupin/Narcissa Malfoy

Author's note: Welcome to 'The Soul of the Wolves' v.2.0! I took down the first iteration of this story, edited, and tinkered with the plot and characters a bit. As such, parts of this story have been revamped and expanded. So, to those who read v.1.0 (original publication August 2013), feel free to give this updated venture a shot if you wish. Everyone else new to this story, welcome aboard! This story is complete and will update regularly.

Warnings: Rated M for m/f/m explicit scenes, werewolf mating, pack dynamics, language, violence, mention of non-con, secondary character death, Weasley and Dumbledore bashing. Will include m/f, f/f, and m/m. If any of these makes you squeamish, then this is not for you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters, or world found within. All of the characters and world recognized below belong to J.K. Rowling. This is pure entertainment.

Prologue

June 1997

Fenrir Greyback and his werewolves hastily made their way towards Hogwarts' Great Hall eager to take part in the attack on Hogwarts. Tonight was the night Dumbledore got what was coming to him. According to Dark Lord's plan, the Malfoy brat was supposed to have let his group in, but when the time came for them to enter through the repaired vanishing cabinet, the young Malfoy was nowhere to be found. The small group of Death Eaters and werewolves found themselves alone in the Room of Hidden Things.

No matter, Fenrir followed behind Bellatrix's shrill calls and cackles as she made her way to the Astronomy Tower. Severus Snape followed dutifully behind her. His group was to remain on the first floor, patrolling for anyone who would dare interfere.

Blood would be spilled this night.

He could smell the fresh blood of the young that slept within the ancient halls; he had to restrain himself from going on the hunt. The Dark Lord had promised his fill of young witches and wizards to turn when he began his new world order, but for now, he had to wait.

Two of his pack members he had personally turned, paced behind him, eager to get on with the night's activities. Ten years ago, Kaley Nightingale and Russell Ballard were only fifteen and sixteen when Fenrir turned them, but it did the job. Ostracized from their families, they willingly joined his pack and his rank grew. He had been steadily growing his numbers when a shaky truce with the newly-resurrected Voldemort commenced.

He halted his march down the corridor and ordered the two behind him as he lifted his nose in the air and inhaled. He pulled up short as he came face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, still pale and arrogant as ever, standing alone in the dark corridor.

So now the Malfoy prince decided to show himself. "Young Malfoy," Fenrir spoke through sharp teeth. "Wonderful of you to join us, this evening."

"I'm not here to join you, Greyback," the pup sneered.

Fenrir cocked his head in question. "No? Peculiar. The Dark Lord will be interested in why you decided to disappear. He'll reward me handsomely for bringing you in."

"Not happening," the young Malfoy muttered darkly, one shoulder rolling in irritation.

"So, you're going to stop me by yourself, then?" Fenrir rolled his own shoulders and signaled to Nightingale and Ballard.

"No," came another voice from around the corner. Decidedly male and not Malfoy's.

"We are," a female voice joined the first.

How fortuitous! The Boy-Who-Lived and his Mudblood bitch decided to offer themselves as a gift to the Dark Lord, as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger moved to stand beside the Malfoy heir. Well, if they were willing to offer, who was he not to take?

Just as he was about to lower himself to the ground and charge, he paused as a red aura simmered and moved to encompass the three teens. It grew and hummed with power as they neared each other and blocked his path to the main corridor.

The three stood before him. He could not smell their fear at all. Usually, witches and wizards cowered in fear before his pack, but no such emotion radiated from them. He seethed in anger, but quickly wrote it off.

Fenrir clucked his tongue, amused. "We'll see about that." Through the pull of his rank as Alpha, he summoned his pack to attack. Both Nightingale and Ballard transformed into wolves before him.

With a sideways glance to Potter, who sharply nodded in reply, Malfoy and the Granger girl simultaneously dropped to their knees and transformed into their true forms.

Fenrir pulled back in shock at the power that vibrated against the stone walls as the trio shifted. A gold, silver, and black wolf stood in their place, as they dropped into defensive positions.

Fenrir sneered in disdain at the reveal.

"Ah, an âme de loups. Why, of course," Fenrir growled and bared his teeth. "Never thought I'd see the day where a true soul bonding would be achieved in my lifetime. Nonetheless, with three." He shrugged. "Still, you're no match for my pack, young ones, and after the Dark Lord eviscerates your side, I'll take your bitch for my own." He threw his head at the pretty, golden wolf with large, amber eyes. Yes, a Lupa would fit nicely within his pack, even though Nightingale had been recently petitioning for the position. He could feel from here that the golden wolf across from him was a true Lupa. His cock hardened at the thought of rutting against her.

She would be his.

The black wolf growled and bared his teeth, while the silver wolf stepped in front of the golden wolf in like manner. Power radiated off the pair of them as protective instincts went into overdrive.

Fenrir laughed and right before he shifted, he snarled, " 'Ave it your way, then." He commanded his pack to wait while he shifted and took point. His adrenaline was fueled by the scent of a Lupa in heat. Her thick arousal filled his nostrils as Ballard, next to him, howl in delight and anticipation.

Foolish of you to let your bitch out now. She'll be pregnant with my pups before the night is out, Fenrir telepathically snarled to the trio.

Please! Granger spat at him in disgust.

Fuck you, Malfoy gave in quick reply.

Over my dead body, Potter answered in kind as all three quickly dashed down the hallway to meet Fenrir and his wolves in battle. The âme de loups compelled them to protect their mate, their bond, and the Wizarding World.

One Year Earlier

"Believe me, I wouldn't have come if … well," a sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy faltered, his arrogant stance slipping uncharacteristically.

"Yeah, I know." Harry Potter ran a frustrated hand through messy hair and propped the door open, but he did not let his visitor inside. "Does anyone know you're here?"

A half-smirk graced Draco's lips as he produced a slip of parchment. "Severus gave me this piece of parchment with nothing but an address. Said Dumbledore gave it to him. But I couldn't exactly leave Father a note telling him I've left to join the other side, now could I?"

"Is that what this is?" The childhood adversaries locked in a contest of wills, neither one blinking, each sizing up the other. Years of distrust and hatred hung between the two.

The blond sneered before breaking the spell. "I wouldn't have come if it wasn't. Especially to you," he spat the last word as if it cursed him to admit the truth.

Harry regarded Draco with skeptical eyes. The young man had shown up at Grimmauld Place in the middle of the night, wearing nothing but a light robe, soaked in the unseasonably cold rain. "Fine," Harry pushed through his teeth, his grip tight on the wooden door. "We'll talk more inside. But this changes nothing, Malfoy. And Merlin help you if you double cross me," he warned darkly.

Draco pushed past Harry, trekking rainwater across his pajama top. He stood inside the entrance of the old Black family residence. "And Merlin help you, Potter, if you go back on your word."

The door shut on a tentative truce as rain continued to pummel outside. And so, their sixth year began.