He is now a wolf.
Now a beast for all time.
Never again to return to human.
But he doesn't care or show any regrets for he is now in a happily ever after.
With his dark Wolf King of the forest in the Riddle Manor.
Harry, with deep purrs and low growls, affectionately nuzzled his newborns with his cool, wet nose. His little ones, still helpless, blind, and deaf, were already beginning to stir and gain strength from their mother's nourishing milk. Both Harry and Voldemort observed with a keen eye, foreseeing the potential and regal bearing these offspring would display as they matured into the future heirs of Voldemort's dark forest realm.
He smiled a wolf smile while purring growls and hearing their squeaky little whining whimpers and growls that were such divine music to his wolf ears he laid down on the shredded bed and gently pressed his snout close to them.
Once upon a time, he was known as Harry Potter, he had endured a harsh upbringing under the tyranny of his cruel relatives until fate brought him face to face with the Riddle Beast of the forest. In Voldemort, his dark Prince Charming, he found liberation from the torment of his prison-like existence. With decisive action, he severed the ties that bound him to his past, choosing a path where love and acceptance outweighed any regrets for the drastic turn his life had taken. He bittersweetly misses his beloved friends Hermione and Ron, priest Dumbledore, and the stoic Severus, but not and never will miss his days being human. He just hopes his dear friends have not and never will forget him as he will never wipe them from his memories as the blissful memories of his father and mother.
He remained lying in bed giving more of his fresh milk to his young until he caught a familiar scent approaching and smiled seeing his mate in a matter of seconds standing before him with his coal charcoal fur, rose-colored eyes widened with affection and joy with his serrated fangs holding a dead deer dragging it from its neck.
In the realm of werewolf society, their laws mirror those of humans, governed by a code of conduct that is upheld with strict adherence. At the pinnacle stands Voldemort, the alpha leader and king, commanding respect and obedience from all. Harry, esteemed as both beta and alpha, enjoys privileges that include partaking in the hunt and securing choice portions of prey. Meanwhile, the lower ranks of the pack receive the leftovers, relegated to feasting on the less desirable parts. For Harry, this means a life where he will feast upon the freshest and most tender cuts of deer, sustaining himself by the hierarchical order of their lupine world.
Embracing his newfound existence as a creature of the forest, Harry now thrived under Voldemort's tutelage. Guided by the dark prince, he learned to harness his enhanced senses and newfound strength for hunting, battling, and surviving in the harsh wilderness. Voldemort imparted the ancient laws of the werewolf, revealing the intricate balance between prowess and restraint necessary to navigate their world. Together, they explored the vast expanse of the forested mountains, where great beauty intertwined with perilous dangers unseen by human eyes. In these secluded realms, any intruder risked disappearing without a trace, forever lost to the outside world. Harry absorbed these lessons eagerly, proving himself adept in his teachings alongside his mate, a testament to his adaptation and mastery of their wild, untamed domain.
Harry fixed his gaze on his mate, who moved with grace as she gently laid the lifeless deer on the castle floor. As he stared at the carcass, a primal hunger stirred deep within him, causing his stomach to churn with anticipation. Instincts honed by his lupine nature surged forth, urging him to consume. With a guttural growl, Harry unleashed a primal sound filled with raw aggression and savage intent. In a swift, animalistic motion, he pounced upon the deer, embodying the untamed essence of a true predator of the wild. The scene unfolded in a blur of fur and teeth, as Harry succumbed to his inner beast, driven by the relentless urge to feed. As he ferally stripped away the bloody fresh flesh of the deer growling and snarling loudly Voldemort chuckled while smiling his usual wide smile showing his sharp teeth and dilated eyes while gazing at the sight of his young mate while seeing the blood seeping into the rug as Harry ravenously ripped deep into the flesh.
"You are truly a lethal aesthetic beast, my dear Red Riding Hood", Voldemort's voice purred softly as he spoke Harry's old name, reminiscing about the time when he was still human. His gaze rested upon the little boy before him, whose hair cascaded like strands of coal, contrasting vividly against the skin as white as snow, eyes with a piercing shade of emerald green, gleamed with a youthful innocence that belied the dark world around, and draped in a long cloak as red as blood, the child stood out against the backdrop of shadows, a striking figure that captured Voldemort's attention with both familiarity and intrigue when he first met him when the frost froze all the land. He couldn't devour him and now he sees why he could not and is and always will be eternally grateful that he didn't suck his canine fangs into him when he was human who held such potential and beauty.
Harry growled a few hungry snarls then stared up at his mate seeing his pitch black fur skin, and red eyes that swallowed him whole when he first discovered the werewolf after following the trail of fresh red blood that winter and copied his mate's wide smile with eyes widely opened creating a frightening appearance. "And you my dear Big Bad Wolf King are a mighty exquisite dealer of death", he purred back.
Voldemort snickered evilly with a wicked sneer. He killed his family who locked him away in a tower from the second he was born until the night of the full moon of his sixteenth year he killed them all leaving no trace but only blood and strips of flesh, and killed many other humans over the years whether they have the deal with death...or not, over the years after that night, he slaughtered his family having them all meet their deaths as the other victims who met their demise.
Voldemort purred a deep growl and licked the dripping blood from Harry's furry snout. "How right you are, my Red Riding Hood"
Harry snickered with a snarl of sinisterness that matched his mate's. He was officially a werewolf. Voldemort sat like an innocent little puppy, panting happily with delight while staring at his mate who continued eating the remains of deer to fill his stomach and reserve his energy to give their young more milk.
On the night of the full moon, the mates stayed in the manor, nestled in their bedroom on the balcony looking hypnotizingly at the full glow of the moon seeing her beauty glow all around life below in the quiet haunting night. From below and all around, they heard the haunting melody of their pack's wolves, their harmonious howls rising to honor the full moon. Beyond, carried on the night breeze, came the distant calls of other werewolf packs and solitary wolves, all joining in the sacred chorus to their lunar matriarch. The nocturnal symphony echoed through the stillness, weaving a tapestry of wilderness and mystique under the watchful gaze of the nightly mother above. Harry felt at peace as he gazed into the moonlight.
Voldemort felt Harry press his furry body close, seeking warmth and comfort. Voldemort reciprocated by gently stroking his tail against Harry's, a gesture of affection and reassurance. Nearby, their young, their bellies full of their mother's milk, slept soundly. This peaceful moment allowed their mother to finally stretch his sore muscles, a moment of quiet relief amidst the responsibilities of nurturing his offspring.
Voldemort stared at Harry, captivated by the sight of the moonlight caressing his snow-white fur. The gentle glow accentuated Harry's emerald green eyes, making them sparkle like precious gems in the night. It was a breathtaking sight that could evoke envy among Voldemort's kind, who might yearn for such a fair and alluring mate. The moon's radiance seemed to bless Harry, casting him in a luminous aura that emphasized his beauty and grace, a sight that stirred admiration and desire in Voldemort's heart. Harry is more fair than he was when he was human. The fairest one of all in the land. Even to make a beast fall into his spell of beauty.
"Harry...", the Wolf Riddle King purred.
"Yes, Voldemort?" Harry turned his head at his mate seeing how the moon was making his crimson eyes glow seeing such dark beauty and power.
"I...love...you...so...fiercely", Voldemort softly growled.
Harry pressed his nose against Voldemort's nose with a smile his eyes continued to sparkle from the moon's gleam.
"And I you, Voldemort"
Voldemort licked him on the tip of his wet nose and purred a deep growl while Harry purred a softer growl as they nuzzled each other close.
"Harry... are you happy here..." Voldemort's voice held a hint of longing, hoping for affirmation, yet fearing the answer. "...with me?" His question hung in the air, laden with concern. Harry had now embraced his new existence as a werewolf, dwelling in the depths of the forest and an abandoned mansion far from those who once knew and cherished him. Now forever changed, Voldemort wondered if Harry was finding contentment in this solitary life, disconnected from his past, his past as a human, and those who held him dear who he may never see again.
Harry heard Voldemort's question and turned to face him, meeting the gaze of his companion with a mix of hope and concern in his eyes.
"Happy?"
Voldemort nodded and asked again. "Are you happy with me? Here? Being what you are now and forever? Are you happy here being with me?" He asked again.
"Voldemort...of course I'm happy here. Here is what I am now and forever. Here with you. I am more than happy. Elated to be right here beside you for the matter", he answered truthfully with a deep purr.
Voldemort stared at the emerald eyes and he bowed his canine head looking at the ground of the balcony, Harry worriedly gazes at his mate seeing a hint of insecurity in those rose-red eyes.
"Harry...I want you to be happy and have a peaceful life, a life that I thought I could never accomplish, a life that you fully deserve to have", he said sadly with promise.
Harry gazed at his mate.
"I...never knew...happiness...kindness or even love...from my...", Voldemort grumbled an angry growl. "...my...family...they were miserable human meat sacks...they all were...they locked me away in that...horrible tower....locked me away from the world...since the night...I was born", Voldemort snarled, his rage growing as he thought of the memories of his family, especially his father.
Harry stared at his mate.
"I never knew my mother. My father said I somehow...killed her...right after I was born...that's when he put me in that tower. That horrible tower...no one to play with, no one to like me...no one...to be...my friend...no one...it was so small...and...lonely...", the menacing werewolf let out a growl as his fur to erect as the rage grew.
Harry continues staring at him while hearing his mate's words that brought him such haunting memories of his relatives and the cupboard that was his prisoner since the moment Harry was forced to enter their home. "Voldemort...I...", Harry speechless as he deeply nuzzled into his mate to comfort him and to wipe away the torment memories.
Voldemort's rageful snarls turned to tiny growling snickers with his widely opened eyes showing insanity and making a creepy sneer as he softly cackled.
"I made them pay. Made them all pay. My father was a coward, along with the rest of them. Instead of killing me...He ordered a huntsman to kill me...take out my heart and burn it...I made the hunter suffer...made him scream. All of them scream...", Voldemort sneered a snarl. "I escaped from that terrible prison...and I felt free at last...for the...first time...and my pack...I got my revenge"
Harry stared at him.
"I ripped them...all their innards out...every one of them...made them beg for their pathetic lives...made them run from me, cower in fear...I wiped them all...the guests in the ballroom, the guards then my family...I saved my father...for last...so he could look into...my eyes...to see...his death...before him...I killed them all and I have no regrets! Hahahahahaha!!! I killed them all!!! Hahahaha!" Voldemort cackled insanely with such wickedness while raising his head to the night sky to the moon for her to listen to his revenge and victory replacing his howls with cackles.
Harry continued to stare at him patiently while hearing the loud sinister cackles as he gazed into the red eyes showing such brokenness inside that drove his mate to be this way.
Voldemort's cackles continued unabated, echoing through the nightly chamber. His laughter faded, replaced by a palpable sense of melancholy as he dives his head down. Harry scooted closer to him seeing the healed wounded spot on his shoulder where he was shot. "Voldemort..."
"Back then...during and after what happened to me those years...I saw humans as weak and pathetic creatures...that were nothing but food for me to find and kill...leaving no trace of them...not sparing one...whether innocent or not", he growled.
Harry purred a comforting growl licking his cheek.
"Until I met you...that faithful winter", Voldemort said with a different smile at his mate remembering when he saw that boy with the long red hood who nursed his injury.
Harry smiled.
"I love you, Harry. You have become my happily ever after that I didn't believe in. And I want you to be safe and happy. That's why I killed those pathetic relatives of yours who treated you with no love or care that reminded me of my family...and I needed to make them pay for harming you...to protect you"
"Voldemort..."
The Riddle Beast stared at his mate with his body towering over him with his burning red eyes stabbed deeply into his mate.
"Harry Potter,...are you truly happy here with me? Happy with what you are? Happy being what you are? With me?" He asked again.
Harry smiled at his mate and gave him a gentle lick on the nose. "Voldemort...of course I am. I am happy here. With you and only you, my Wolf King. I don't have any regrets about meeting you. I don't regret helping you with your wound that drove me to you. I don't regret any of it and never will, Voldemort. I am truly happy being what I am. I don't have any regrets at all and never will", Harry said truthfully while gazing into Voldemort's eyes.
Voldemort stared at him without saying another word.
"You have given me a new life. A brand new life of such freedom and peace and meaning to live on ahead in my life"
Voldemort remembered when he would try to eat Harry, the boy surrendered himself to him which caused him to refuse to harm him, especially after that human boy nursed his wounded shoulder.
"You have even given me such beautiful little ones and I am here with you...and I don't want to go back to being a human...without you then what's the point of living?"
"Harry...my dear Harry"
"I love you, Voldemort. I am truly and exquisitely happy here with you...and nobody else... you are my happily ever after and I don't regret it and never will and your family as my relatives...they deserve it. They all did"
Voldemort stared at his mate and he purred a most deep and long growling purr of devotion and Harry makes his own purr as they nuzzled each other close. Such lonely and lost souls they were that once upon a time, and now they are eternal together in content and peace.
"It's astonishing isn't it?" Voldemort chuckled.
"What is?" Harry asked.
"That winter...when I was shot...and you followed the trail of blood and you came before me...and I wished to eat you but I could not...after you nursed my wound...and your beauty and innocence that ceased me to eat you", Voldemort snickered. "Heh, you really have cast a spell on me, Harry, a spell that I do not wish to be broken"
"Voldemort...neither do I", Harry softly spoke.
They stayed nestled together, their furs intertwining and blending, while they listened to the haunting yet serene melodies of their wolf kin howling in the distance under the radiant full moon, which seemed to shine brighter as it witnessed the love between the Riddle Beast and the Snow-White Wolf.
Voldemort stared at Harry who pressed himself into his fur body while staring at him adoringly. "Come, my love. Sing to our mother with me", he purred.
Harry licked him again on the nose and together at once they raised their heads to the night sky to the moon and sing their lullaby and their gratitude of that frosted winter when they encountered each other.
They both found each other.
They have found their love.
They have found their happily ever after at last.