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The Distance In Your Eyes	By : Pfeifenkraut Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 30080 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter 10

Suddenly, somewhere inside of Grimmauld Place a door banged open and frantic footsteps could be heard.

"Albus! Albus! You have to come! Harry...! Harry... he's gone missing!" Mrs Weasley screamed hysterically.

Immediately, doors opened along the corridor and heads appeared in the door frames, all of them focusing on her.

"Harry?"

"Where is he?"

"What happened?"

"How do you know that?"

"He isn't in his bed and I can't find him anywhere!" The Weasley matriarch replied, worried out of her mind.

"I met him on the stairs a while ago." Ginny said.

"Why was he out of bed?" Hermione asked.

"Where did he want to go?"

"He didn't say."

"Good riddance."

"But Severus! You don't know what could have happened to him! He could have walked into a dark spell! Only Merlin knows what hides in this place!"

"Calm down, everyone!" Dumbledore ordered while looking at all of them with a serious expression in his eyes. Everyone cooled down at once. Then he turned to Mrs Weasley. "Molly, we do not know if he has truly disappeared. Before we assume anything let us search the premises in groups."

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"My Alpha." Loarn said and stepped towards Fenrir offering him his outstretched forearm. "Welcome back."

Taking the offered limb in a tight grip, Fenrir returned the warm greeting.

"Good to be home again." He replied and squeezed his beta's shoulder with the other hand.

Then he let go and turned to the rest of the assembled hunters. Letting his gaze wander, he was met with respectful and expectant gazes.

Nodding in greeting, he sat down and they followed suit.

Laying down an old and rather battered looking newspaper in front of him, Loarn spoke first. "Interesting rumours have reached our ears." He tapped the paper with one of his sharp claws to emphasize his point, not noticing that he had pierced the disgruntled photo and barely missed the now angry looking Carrow. Its bold letters flashed its headline The mysterious death of Amycus Carrow at a growling Fenrir, who mumbled something like "fucking bastard deserved to die" under his breath.

Then he straightened his back and raised an eyebrow while addressing his pack mates. "Rumours? I didn't know you cared for those, but I know what you heard." He paused and his expression turned evil. "You heard about death eaters disappearing, torn bodies and a very pissed Dark Lord! And you wonder..." He left the sentence unfinished and looked at them with his eyes full of malice.

"We wonder..." They exchanged a toothy grin full of underlying meaning.

"So it's true then?"

Fenrir nodded. "Yes. I absolutely refuse to wipe the bastard's arse any longer."

For a split second, the hunters were wide-eyed, then accepting nods could be seen among them.

"Why this change of heart all of a sudden? Is there a reason for this aside from the Dark Lord's breach of contract?" Jonna asked. Loarn's arm was draped over her shoulder and she leant into his side while one of her hands was stroking gently over her pregnant belly.

"That's only a minor reason. The fact that he did nothing about the Anti-Werewolf laws and that he sees us as his loyal mutts is nothing new to us."

He could almost hear the wheels turning in their heads. The frowns on their faces intensified while they kept speculating and pondering all the different scenarios which could have happened to lead to this decision.

"So, what's the real reason?"

Hesitating, Fenrir took time to consider his words. It was a rather selfish request. After all he would be endangering the whole pack if he was going through with his plan. There was also the possibility of them not wanting to participate.

"As you know I was summoned to one of his little tea parties."

He flashed them a grin and low chuckles could be heard.

"He told me and his merry band of pathetic subordinates of his wonderful plan to attack a house." Fenrir said and made a dismissive motion with his hand.

Who cared for details anyway?

"Some friends of the Potter brat were supposed to live there with their families. And we just had to pay a friendly visit..."

A knowing grin could be seen on all faces.

"It seemed to be just another boring job. You know, go there, kill everybody, make no captives...

"But"– he paused and everyone leant forward in silent anticipation –"what his high and mighty Lordship didn't know was that the Potter brat and some of Dumbledore's jolly circle of friends were already there. It was a rather nice surprise to have such a delicious welcome party.

"Sadly though they were too surprised to put up much of a fight. But at least we could separate the brat and a young, hormone driven female from the others." His grin widened even more, bordering on being maniac.

"Then I played a little game of hide and seek with them. And that's when the wind changed..."

He could almost smell him again. The taste of the lean form with the mop of dishevelled black hair and the fiery green eyes burned on his tongue and a small smile fought to form on his lips at the sweet memory.

Sharp intakes of breath could be heard and ripped him from the bliss while he realised only at the back of his mind that he really had been smiling.

"That's how I found him..." He stated dryly and cleared his throat.

Looking into their wide eyes, he was met with stunned silence. Then rustling could be heard and suddenly all hell broke lose. Everybody spoke at once whilst trying to be louder than the others. The youngsters were boxing each other lightly in an attempt to shut the other up so they could talk but instead it resulted in yelps of pain. Even the older wolves couldn't restrain themselves from voicing their surprise.

But as sudden as the tumult had arisen, it died down again, most likely because everybody wanted to know the details.

"Congrats...but where is he?" One of the youngsters asked excitedly. "Why isn't he here? I wanna meet him!"

"... he ran away..." Fenrir said defeated and sighed. Then he added. "...or he was kidnapped... or both..."

"Oh, why would he do that?" Another said, looking confused.

"Maybe he was scared?" The first youngster offered.

"... but ... what has that got to do with not siding with the Dark Lord?"

"Because his mate is the enemy, you fool." Kennan said and smacked the younger one on the head. Then he continued. "That's serious business, my Alpha. It could endanger the whole pack and such a decision can't be made hastily."

"No matter what, I have to find him."

"And the pack?"

"Either you're going to leave the war be or we're all gonna be standing alongside each other in battle."

"Can't we just abduct him and leave those stick waving wizards be?"

"And leave all the fun and the good fights?" Rae sneered, his battle scarred face contorted into an intimidating snarl.

"That's impossible. Both sides would be after us. He's Harry bloody Potter after all." Fenrir retorted. The cat was finally out of the bag and the reaction was accordingly.

"What the hell?"

"Harry Potter?"

"No way!"

"Are you sure?"

"I don't care! I'll follow you into the depth of hell no matter what!" Bjólfur roared and his dark voice easily overpowered the tumult.

"I never really liked the snake!"

"I want to meet him! I'll come with you!"

Fenrir looked at the youngster, irritated. Youths these days were just plain weird.

"If Bjólfur fights, then I'll fight, too." Morak stated calmly and many others followed his suit.

"So it's settled then. We will fight alongside each other as one pack until the moon withers and the earth is soaked!" Loarn shouted and the rest jumped to their feet and cheered.

"Until the moon withers!" They chorused and patted a smug looking Fenrir on the shoulder.

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Opening his eyes slowly, Harry waited for them to adjust to the light. Then he noticed that he had been been tucked into bed again and was not in the laundry room any longer.

"Harry, my boy, you have caused some serious tumult there." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling while he sipped on a cup of tea.

Confused, Harry looked up to see the headmaster sitting next to his bed in a comfy plush armchair.

Where had that thing come from?

"I was wondering why you were in the laundry room although I can understand why you would hide there. You would not be able to hear any loud arguing voices in there. And I must admit, it seemed rather cosy." Dumbledore sent a small smile his way before he became contemplative again and asked. "Though I must confess that you have my interest piqued. Why were you in there?"

Harry looked down, not knowing how to respond, and realised that he was still holding onto the shirt.

"Quite a fetching shirt you have there. In fact, you gripped it so tightly we were unable to remove it from your grasp."

Embarrassed, he tightened his hold on the piece of clothing.

"I see. Lemon drop?"

"No, thank you, professor."

"You know, my boy, you needn't worry. This place is perfectly safe. The Fidelius Charm cannot be fooled. Only the most trusted members know Grimmauld Place's location and it is impossible for an outsider to find or enter it."

"And what if someone gets tortured, Professor? Someone that knows about it?"

"We are still safe, Harry. Only the first secret keeper can divulge the secret to another person and I do not believe that this person will ever tell someone who is not trustworthy." Dumbledore said and looked at him over the rims of his glasses.

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"Alpha, all preparations are done. We are ready to go. As always, Jonna will take care of things from here on." Loarn said, falling into step beside Fenrir who was checking the camp.

Then, after a short silence, he continued. "May I ask a question?"

Making a dismissive motion with his hand, Fenrir said. "Go ahead."

"I mean no disrespect, my Alpha, but how do you plan to track your mate? Do you have anything that belonged to him so we can use his scent?"

A large, knowing grin with a lot of pointy teeth and creepiness stretched over Fenrir's face and he said. "Don't worry. I have someone set on him."
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