Having a very bad week. I'll be taking some time off writing because of some personal problems. I'll still be around, so I'll be answering my e-mails and keeping up to date on all the things happening around here, but as for posting, I don't think anything huge will be updated until mid June.

I missed yesterday's posting for pervy_werewolf, so I guess I'm out of the running for that. :( Aw well, only missing one day isn't bad at all. I'll try and update tomorrow, but there are no promises.

Title: Early Morning Visitor
Author: misted_oracle
Reviews: yes please, priestess_oracle@yahoo.ca
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Remus/Hagrid
Warning: chan, slash
Summery: Hagrid’s hut is much closer to the Shrieking Shake than the hospital wing is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, because if I did book five would have ended very differently, nor am I making any money off my writings.
Author’s Notes: Written for the Lusty month of May at pervy_werewolf.

Early Morning Visitor

Hagrid has grown used to the sight of Remus Lupin, slumped against his front door, knocking noisily in the early hours of the morning. It only happens once a month, and Hagrid knows why. Dumbledore informed all the staff of young Lupin’s condition when he first started school here, three years ago.

It started in his first year, only a few months in, when Hagrid, out early to start his morning chores caught sight of the young boy, limping weakly, wrapped in a tattered cloak, trying to get up to the castle.

He’d brought him down to his cabin, despite the many protests and promptly put the boy to bed with the fire on in the fireplace, keeping him warm.

And since then it continued. Little Lupin would stumble his way to Hagrid’s cabin and rest there for a few hours before Pomfrey would look him over and dismiss him to his dormitory, where he’d spend the remainder of the day catching up on work and resting in his bed.

The knocking on the door was heard, a very familiar sound to Hagrid’s ears, and the giant walked quickly over to open it for the young third year to come inside.

He was more of a mess than usual. His robes were tattered to shreds, hiding very little. His face was dirtied and his hair was tangled roughly. Scars and scratches riddled his thighs and chest, blood seeping from the open wounds. His face was wet with tears.

Hagrid helped him inside and the boy flung himself at him, wrapping his scrawny arms about his waist. He sobbed weakly against Hagrid’s solid body, crying pitifully.

“Yeh hold on, righ’ ‘ere,” Hagrid told him, fetching a warm blanket to fold around him. The cool November wind blew mercilessly outside and the boy was frozen to the bone.

“Thank you, Hagrid,” he whispered, sniffing loudly.

“Now yeh stay ‘ere, I’ll go fetch yeh some water,” he said, helping Remus to walk over to the fire, setting him down in a large chair. He disappeared for a few moments, reemerging with a bucket of warm water and a soft cloth. Sitting down next to Remus, he wet the cloth and opened up the blankets at Remus’s chest, wiping off the dried blood gently.

Remus closed his eyes and stifled a whimper. A few more tears fell down his cheeks and Hagrid wiped them away softly.

“Yeh alrigh’ now, don’t yeh worry,” Remus tried to answer, but his throat felt too constricted to talk properly.

Hagrid continued, cleaning the wounds on the boy’s arms and back. He snuggly wrapped the blankets back up around his chest and opened them from the waist down. He gently stroked the scratches on the boy’s thigh, wiping off the blood and cleaning the cut.

Remus flushed hotly and looked away biting his lip, as his cock hardened a tad. He tried to squirm away from Hagrid’s touch, but found moving made it much worse.

“Hagrid,” he whispered, “Can I sleep now?” he asked feebly, hoping that the giant hadn’t noticed.

Hagrid looked up and saw clearly what was making the boy uncomfortable. His small, childish cock was flushed and hardened, standing up from a small nest of sparse brown curls.

Remus squirmed again, a weak sob coming out from his lips.

“Tha’ is okay, happens to everyone, don’t yeh know,” Hagrid remarked, sensing the boy’s embarrassment.

Remus nodded, but still tried to squirm away, “Please may I sleep now?” he asked, trying to remember his manners.

“Not until I finish wit’ yer cuts,”

The small boy tried to keep calm, but he found that hard when the back of Hagrid’s massive hand kept rubbing either his balls or the base of his cock. He stifled a sob as Hagrid moved it unexpectedly up, and it rubbed over his slit.

Hagrid kept tending to the scars on Remus’s inner thighs, unaware that his hand moved steadily over Remus’s erection. He wiped off a particularly deep cut in a soft rubbing motion, causing Remus to moan softly.

The back of his hand brushed over the slit a second time, sending Remus over the edge. The boy bucked and moaned, louder than before, as his seed spilled out, flooding over Hagrid’s and his chest.

Remus slumped weakly, his face bright red with arousal and embarrassment. Hagrid only smiled and dipped the cloth into the water again before cleaning up the mess Remus had made and carrying him over to the large bed, tucking him in and telling him to have a good rest.