The Dark Forest was a foreboding place, even for a seasoned werewolf like Harry. But as he stumbled upon a clearing, he was greeted with a sight that both shocked and intrigued him.
Two naked young men, Colin and Denis Creevey, were covered in blood, devouring the remains of their latest kill. Harry's heart raced as he watched with rapt attention, a strange sense of excitement coursing through his veins.
"Who are you?" Colin asked, his voice trembling with fear and something else that Harry couldn't quite place.
"I'm Harry," he replied, stepping forward. "I used to go to Hogwarts."
Denis's eyes widened. "You're the Boy-Who-Lived. We've heard of you."
Harry shrugged. "I'm not that boy anymore. I'm something else now."
Colin and Denis exchanged a glance, before gesturing for Harry to join them. He hesitated for a moment, before deciding to give in to his primal urges. As he sank his teeth into the flesh, he couldn't help but let out a low growl of satisfaction.
Colin and Denis gazed at him with a mixture of fear and desire as he ate, and Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of power. He was in control now, and he was going to make sure these two young men knew it.
As the night wore on, Harry took charge, using his newfound strength to overpower the brothers. He satisfied his primal urges with them, marking them as his own. They ran through the forest together, reveling in their newfound freedom.
Harry taught Colin and Denis how to hunt and survive as werewolves, and they challenged him playfully, insulting his wolf form. Harry playfully growled and chased after them, leading to a playful wrestling match.
As they settled down for the night, their bond growing stronger, Harry reflected on how much had changed since his Hogwarts days. But he found comfort in his new family, and as they fell asleep, he knew that they would face the adventures to come together.
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