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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter Ten

Draco had had enough; he needed to get out of the castle for a while. The Carrow siblings wouldn’t stop following him and Umbridge was a nightmare in pink, ever present and annoying in her quest to make the lives of the students miserable. The headmaster seemed to be appearing more for mealtimes now, at least; though he wore a smug expression that no one else seemed to be able to figure out.
The old man was up to something, his notable absences were proof enough of that, however, Albus Dumbledore was not the problem of Draco Malfoy; the blonde was quite happy to let others worry about the old man’s meddling. He had other issues to concern himself with for now, despite the orders he had been given by the Dark Lord. Tomorrow was Halloween and then it would be November, his little brother would be a month old and he was still no closer to fixing the damned cabinet and giving both him and his mother an escape route.
One of the professionals he had written to, who was supposed to be the best in his field of magical artefact restoration and repair, had finally gotten back to him and he needed a few things to continue on his mission to fix the stupid piece of furniture. Getting into Hogsmead was imperative. However it wasn’t exactly a Hogsmead weekend, something the horrible Ministry hag had banned for the foreseeable future unless you were given special permission, which he wasn’t likely to get without a good reason.
Now, Draco knew that he probably would have been able to get the special permission that was required given his family name and the position of his father amongst the deatheaters, however he neither had the patience nor the inclination to go and ask nicely, practically beg to go, and furthermore have to explain why it was he needed to go at all. It wasn’t information he wanted Umbridge or the Carrow siblings privy to at this point. The less they knew about the cabinet, the better.
The only plus side to the reign of terror that currently resided over the magical school was that the Gryffindor’s were far too busy rebelling against Umbridge and the Carrow’s to find the time or the energy to harass him or the other Slytherin’s. Draco was rather thankful for this, considering his mind was too preoccupied to be watching out for the curses and jinxes that would have usually been sent at him between classes in the corridors.
So it was that, shortly before lunch, Draco snuck away through one of the many secret passages he knew existed and stole his way out of the castle, heading for the magical village of Hogsmeade. He knew needed to be quick, to get in and out without being seen, so that he could return to the castle before he was noticed as absent. Being caught leaving without permission would lead to some most unwelcome questions for sure.
FGHP
Clayton had begrudgingly agreed to provide a distraction so that Harry could slip away unnoticed and go to Hogsmeade; it had taken a fair amount of pleading on Harry’s part and even then Clay only consented on the condition that he came back quickly. After Micha’s hair prank everyone was in a decidedly good mood. Even Fenrir could see the funny side seeing as they had managed to restore his leather jacket back to its original colour, without a trace of the shocking pink it had been turned.
As a result the teens weren’t being watched quite as closely anymore, though the whole pack was a little more aware of, and on the lookout for, any mischief the two boys could potentially create. It was nice to have the security around him relax a little and it gave Harry the perfect opportunity to come up with a plan to slip away without being noticed. He sincerely hoped that he could get back and stash away his potions ingredients without being seen, as well.
Harry had managed to grab some Dr. Filibuster’s Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks from his cupboard in Ingleton, when he’d taken his clothing. He had no idea why he had grabbed them in his panic to get out of his trashed bedroom but he was now glad that he had. He handed them over to the still reluctant Clay now, who would have been delighted for the chance to play with the fireworks under almost any other circumstances.
The plan was for Clay to throw them into the fire and then run for cover, where he could watch the madness ensue and in that moment Harry would make a break for it. It was just after lunch and Micha had settled down for his usual nap again; he was such an easy target. Clay was considerate of Callie and Romy though and waited for them to be clear of the fire, giving Harry the signal before he threw them in.
The moment the fireworks exploded, there was a loud bang which caused Micha to almost leap out of his skin, and everyone else's attention to be drawn to the fire to see what the hell had happened. As everyone’s eyes were fixed on the grand display of coloured lights and bangs, it was clear that the distraction had worked and Harry made a run for it, grabbing his backpack and heading for the edge of the boundary. He heard Clay shout “Harry, run,” with a fit of giggles; all of it was prearranged so that the pack would think that the two of them had run off together to hide from Micha.
It took him only a few moments to reach the apparition point at the edge of the territory and, using the cover of the still exploding fireworks, he disapparated to Hogsmeade without so much as a second thought to what he was leaving behind. He was confident that Clayton would cover for him if it came to it, but he would hurry in the hopes that it wouldn’t.
Upon arriving in the small wizarding village the first thing Harry saw was the looming castle in the distance. He reckoned it to be Hogwarts but he couldn’t be sure, though it was certainly an impressive sight to behold. He drew his cloak securely around him, partially for warmth, and partially to hide who he was, as he took in the rows of shops and the few witches and wizards in the town.
He wasn’t sure how well known he would be to the wizarding world, considering the Aurors were after him. They could have plastered his face all over the place, for all he knew, and he couldn’t just stroll into a shop brazenly without forethought; he wasn’t quite that recklessly stupid. He decided he would need to enlist help and as he looked around thoughtfully he spotted a young blond boy, who seemed to be about his age; Harry thought that the other boy seemed vaguely familiar too, though Harry couldn’t even begin to explain why. The blond boy seemed to be rushed and agitated, as he hurried along the street, seemingly distracted with his own thoughts; an easy target, he would do.
Stalking him like a predator would stalk his prey, Harry followed the young blond as he walked through the village. When he turned down an alley, seemingly heading for a pub called the Hogshead, Harry made his move; taking hold of the blond, a hand over his mouth to silence him, and dragging him off, despite struggled, silenced protests, into an alcove in the alley where they wouldn’t be disturbed.
“What the fuck?” the blond demanded in startled and angry surprise, as soon as Harry uncovered his mouth, fighting against the other teen’s surprisingly tight hold on him.
“Do you know who I am?” Harry snarled out the question, he had to know how much the blond boy knew and if the Aurors had been making his face well known.
“Seriously, fuck…” Draco said feeling seriously offended at being manhandled in such a manner. “No, I have no fucking clue who you are,” the blond told him, as he tried to get a better look at the other teenager.
Honestly he was still a little relieved it wasn’t, as he had first assumed, one of the Deatheaters or else one of the Hogwarts professors; though admittedly it was unlikely for a professor to have grabbed him like that, they would have surely just dragged him back to school and probably into detention.
“I want you to do something for me,” Harry said, still not loosening his grip.
“Oh yeah, because that’s bloody likely,” Draco snapped sarcastically, feeling disgruntled and annoyed with the other boys complete lack of manners. Besides he had his own reasons for having snuck into the town and things he had to do before he was found missing from the castle. “Let go of me!” he demanded, trying again to pull himself free of the raven haired boy.
“Not a chance,” Harry said tightening his grip on the other boys clothing. “What’s your name?”
The blonde frowned and the demanding tone the other boy used, and noted that he wasn’t offering up his own name. He looked determined though and it wasn’t like his own name was a great secret, if anything it was fairly common public knowledge. “Draco Malfoy,” he said.
Harry had to stare at him again, in both surprise and confusion. “Your mother … Narcissa?” he asked and Draco looked affronted.
“You know my mother?” the blond asked in disbelief.
“My father mentioned her once,” Harry explained, still feeling a little stunned by the coincidence of it all; that the boy he would happen upon would be one of the people his father had mentioned. “He said I could trust her and her son.”
“Who, the fuck, are you?” Draco said, he own tone demanding this time.
Harry bit at his lip, telling this boy that could be dangerous, but his father had said to trust him. “Harry Prince,” he said deciding to take a gamble based on the advice in his father’s final letter.
Draco thought hard but still drew a blank on the name. “And your father?” he questioned.
“Severus Prince,” Harry told him, loosening his grip a little.
“Severus …?” Draco asked, looking surprised. He might not have known the surname Prince but the name Severus was very familiar. It wasn’t exactly a common name and so it seemed a fairly likely conclusion that this was the boy his mother had told him about.
“You knew my Dad?” Harry asked, with a combination of surprise and hope; there were seemingly so few people who had known the late potions master, and meeting someone else who might have known him was like confirming that the man really had existed.
“He’s my Godfather,” Draco explained, feeling a bit shaken up by the completely unexpected meeting.
“Oh… well…” Harry said sadly, thinking the other boy probably should know the truth, “he’s dead.”
“I’m sorry,” Draco said earnestly. He was a little sad that he would never get to meet the man his mother seemed to think so highly of, one of the few people he was supposed to be trusting to help save his family from the Dark Lord. It wasn’t encouraging news; that was for sure.
“Yeah well, shit happens,” Harry said, really not wanting to get into it.
He was only starting to be able really process the reality of his loss and having an emotional breakdown in front of the other boy wasn’t going to help him get what he needed; he really wanted to get what he needed and make his way back as soon as possible.
“Now, will you help me or not?” Harry demanded somewhat impatiently. “Dad said I could trust you. Was he right?” he asked, putting all the challenge into his voice he could; that had always been the most effective way to get Clay to go along with him. Harry hadn’t much experience with other teenagers and just had to hope that this boy was as easy to get on side.
“Depends what do you need?” Draco said, not yet willing to commit himself even if this was the boy his mother had mentioned. He finally managing to pull himself free from the other teens grip and crossing his arms over his chest, watching the other teen expectantly. .
“Potion ingredients,” Harry told him, glad that the other boy hadn’t made a run for it as soon as he had been released.
Draco looked surprised for all of half a second before he schooled his face blank again; he knew that his godfather had been a potions master, so it made some sense that his son would have some experience in the subject as well. “Fine!” he agreed a moment later, “have you got a list?”
Harry pulled out a scrap of paper but paused before handed it over. “Just so you know,” he said, his lips curling into a sly grin, “if you try and make a run for it, I’m a werewolf.” He flashed a toothy grin, in a kind of feeble attempt of mimicking the one the Alpha pulled sometimes. “I will chase you down and bite you, so don’t even think about it.”
“Geez,” Draco said, rolling his eyes, and snatching the list from Harry’s hand, “I said I’d get them for you, lay off with the threats!”
He was struggling to believe that he had just met the teenager that was meant to be the saviour of them all and the boy was a bloody werewolf. He backed out of the alley, not really wanting to turn his back on the weird teenage werewolf who had just very clearly threatened to turn him.
Harry leaned against the wall while he waited, hoping that the blond wouldn’t run; he was okay with being a werewolf… mostly, but he certainly didn’t have plans to be turning anyone else anytime soon; there was no need for the blond to know that though. Within half an hour Draco was back, carrying a bag with him with everything that Harry needed, something he checked over thoroughly, the bag even contained the aconite that was supposed to be difficult to get hold of.
“How did you get the aconite?” Harry questioned suspiciously.
“They had it in stock,” Draco said simply with a shrug, though Harry didn’t miss the rather smug expression the blond was trying to hide.
“It’s Ministry regulated,” Harry growled, glaring at the blonde.
“Yeah well, I’m a Malfoy,” Draco said dismissively. “Nothing is off limits to us,” he added in a tone that clearly expressed that he thought that everyone should know that already.
Harry smirked. “I like you,” he said, and he found that he regretted that his father hadn’t allowed him to meet this Draco sooner. Perhaps he could introduce him to Clay. “You go to Hogwarts?” he asked curiously, his eyes glancing up at the big castle in the distance.
“Yeah...,” Draco confirmed cautiously. “Why?”
“Oh, it’s just that me and a couple of my pack will be attending in January,” Harry explained, “Dumbledore’s orders,” he added with a frown that Draco didn’t miss and made the blond particularly curious. Wasn’t this Harry… whatever-his-surname-is, supposed to be on Dumbledore’s side.
“Lucky you,” Draco said; he really didn’t want to get into details and sides of the war, it was already too complicated and confusing. Draco had already decided he was on his own side, with his mother and Brax, with or without this Harry kid.
“Look,” Harry said, looking nervous, “I have to get back before my Alpha misses me, but I guess I’ll see you in January?”
“I guess you will,” Draco agreed with a shrug, still not having a clue what to make of the other teen.
Harry got half way down the alley before he hesitated and turned back towards Draco. “Oh..., and thanks, Draco,” he said with a huge grin on his face.
“No problem … Harry,” Draco said, leaning against the wall to gather his thoughts, before he suddenly realised what he was doing. Looking appalled at himself and standing back up straight, he cast a cleaning spell on his sleeve. By the time he looked back up, Harry had gone around the corner and out of sight.
Putting his newly acquired potions ingredients into his backpack, Harry took off at a run, ready to apparate back to the territory, feeling both hopeful and thankful for his new potential friend. Now he just had to hope that the plan had worked and that his absence hadn’t been noticed.
FGHP
It had taken Micha all of ten minutes to catch up with Clayton, tackling him to the ground and wrestling with him playfully for setting off the fireworks before realising that Harry wasn’t with him. It had then taken the rest of the pack less than five minutes to conclusively establish that that Harry was nowhere within their boundaries.
Fenrir was furious, more so at Clayton for allowing Harry the opportunity to make a run for it than anything else; his temper flared when it was established that the two of them had plotted this together. When Damon had said the two of them were trouble, the Alpha had never imagined this. He was ready to string the teen up when Damon took hold of Clayton by the neck and pointed out to Fenrir that he needed to keep his cool, at least long enough to locate Harry.
“Where is he?” Fenrir demanded with his snarling face up close to Clayton’s nervous one.
“He’s coming back!” the teen insisted. Harry had promised he would come back and their friendship was so newly repaired Clay prayed that Harry wouldn’t put that at risk again; Clay had to believe that his friend would return. Harry was his brother, his kin, his very best friend in all the world. He loved Harry.
“Where is he?” Fenrir said, his patience wearing thin, despite Damon's excellent point that he needed to keep his head.
“Just tell us, Clayton,” Damon pleaded, fearful for his son’s safety as much as Harry’s.
There would be no stopping the Alpha if Clay insisted on continuing to be defiant. Harry could get away with it to some extent because of his position as the Alpha’s mate, even if he didn’t know it yet, but Clayton could be in serious danger. At the very least, he could be expelled from the pack or, at worst, killed; neither was uncommon in wolf packs, especially when it came to continued defiance towards the Alpha. Damon was just praying that Harry came back soon, and in one piece, or Clay might not survive the night.
“He didn’t want you to know,” Clay tried to explain; he already knew that it wouldn’t be enough for either his father or the Alpha, the latter of which looked like he was about ready to explode with his rage.
“Where is he?” Fenrir questioned again, pulling Damon away from the boy, as he prowled towards him; towering over the teen who had allowed his little mate to put himself in danger.
“He’ll be back soon!” Clay said, his voice having the edge of panic as he back away a few paces, chancing a glance at his now terrified looking father; but Damon knew he could do nothing but watch as Fenrir’s rage was focused entirely on the fifteen year old.
“WHERE IS HE?!” Fenrir roared, grabbing Clayton by the throat and slamming him up against a tree, his temper getting the better of him. The tree shook violently; the force used breaking off pieces of bark, and almost cracking the trunk, with the strength behind the Alpha’s blow.
“I’m right here, now let him go!” the familiar voice of Harry said angrily from behind them. He had already stowed away his backpack to hide the potion ingredients and now stormed up to the Alpha where he had Clay by the throat, his feet barely touching the ground. “Let him fucking go!” Harry shouted.
“HARRY!” Fenrir roared in a mixture of fury and relief, rounding on the little werewolf, dropping Clay to the ground. “Where the FUCK did you go?!”
“I came back,” Harry pointed out, “that is what matters, right?”
“Where did you go?!” the Alpha asked insistently, grinding his teeth in annoyance, fed up of the pups not respecting his authority. He shouldn’t have had to ask twice let alone half a dozen times.
Damon took advantage of the Alpha’s attention now being entirely focused on Harry, to make his way over to Clay, pulling his son into his arms to calm the distressed teen.
“I thought you told Lukas that you DON’T run a prison camp,” Harry argued, feeling kind of bad about dragging his pack brother into it, but he was honestly feeling somewhat like a prisoner in the territory and Fenrir needed to understand that.
“You’re just a pup!” Fenrir snapped, and Harry scrunched up his nose to show what he thought about being called that. “You can’t just run off whenever you feel like! If you want to go somewhere, you ask and one of the pack will go with you! You don’t run off on your own, especially not you!”
“What if the Aurors had snatched you, Harry?” Damon asked, from where he was comforting his still very shaken son.
“I was careful,” Harry snapped, still glaring at the Alpha. “And I’m not a child and I’m not one of your pups either!”
“Where did you go?” Fenrir demanded once more. He needed to know, it would drive him crazy if he didn’t. He wanted to know what had been so damn important that Harry had gone running off without a word about where he was going or why.
“None of your fucking business!” Harry bit back, not willing to share where it was he had gone or why. For starters it wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have with the entire pack staring at them and secondly he didn’t want to get Clay into any more trouble. He’d known everything after all and he had kept the secret. Harry had a lot to be thankful for with his friendship with Clayton.
Fenrir prowled forward, pulling his young stubborn mate into his arms and inhaling deeply. “Who do you smell of? Who did you meet?”
“Someone my father trusted,” Harry said trying to struggle out of the Alpha’s grip. “What are you worried about? That someone else might look at me? Jealous?” he sneered. “Well I don’t belong to you!”
“You’re still part of this pack!” Damon said to Harry, before Fenrir could say anything he might regret later; the Alpha glared at his Beta, who submitted immediately, backing off at once.
Harry felt so ganged up upon as he looked around at the others, “Only because I have no choice!” he yelled in anger.
“You don’t mean that, Harry,” Jenson said, sounding surprised by the boy’s outburst. They had all witnessed how much Harry had adjusted, in the time he had been with them, to become one of them and a very much loved part of the group. To hear that he was still struggling with the reality of pack life was a hard blow to all of them.
“The hell, I don’t!” Harry said in a rage, “Just stay the fuck away from me,” the angry teen said, roughly pushing the Alpha off him before storming off towards his tree. Fenrir growled, rubbing his chest where his little mate had yet again hit him. He half admired the guts it took to do it but Harry was going to have to stop literally pushing him away or he was going to seriously lose his temper.
Reaching the familiar tree trunk Harry slammed his fist into it in a rage; finding, with frustration, that it didn’t hurt at all; he sunk down to the floor feeling extremely sorry for himself. He wasn’t surprised in the slightest when someone sat down beside him and he turned to see that it was Clayton looking a little worse for wear.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said pathetically. He clenched and unclenched the injured fist willing himself to feel any form of pain, or discomfort, as blood oozed gently from the injured knuckles but he felt nothing.
“Did you get what you needed?” Clayton asked, rubbing at his throat when his voice came out a bit gruff. Fenrir had quite a grip and, though Clay wouldn’t admit it even to Harry, he had been genuinely frightened for a moment there. It would have been disturbingly easy for Fenrir to have just snapped his neck.
“Yeah,” Harry said, giving his best friend a very worried look; he hated that yet again someone had gotten hurt for him. The whole point of the potion was to stop people getting hurt because of him.
“Then it was worth it,” Clay said, bumping his shoulder into Harry’s.
“I’m still sorry. You okay?” Harry asked, still looking at his friend with a worried expression.
“Yeah, fine, no harm done,” Clay assured him. “Okay fine, no permanent harm done,” he amended at Harry’s sceptical look.
“Thank you” Harry said, looking across the clearing at where Jenson and Damon appeared to be attempting to restore calm. However, Fenrir was nowhere in sight so he assumed that the Alpha had headed off into the woods to let off some steam. Harry was just glad that the large Alpha werewolf wasn’t letting off steam on Damon this time.
“For what?” Clay asked, looking at Harry with a confused frown.
“Keeping my secret,” Harry clarified.
Clay shrugged, he had promised, after all. “You have to tell them eventually, though,” he said as he took Harry’s injured hand in his own, staring at it. “Whatever you’re taking and for whatever reason, it means you don’t feel this and that isn’t a good thing.”
“I know,” Harry said; he could admit that he couldn’t go through this every time he needed more potion ingredients. He hadn’t even figured out how he was going to brew the damn thing yet.
“Did you mean it?” Clay asked suddenly, releasing Harry’s injured hand
Harry looked thoughtful, “Mean what?” he asked.
“That you’re only here because you don’t have another choice?”
Harry shrugged. “No, not really,” he said. “Sometimes... I guess,” he corrected himself, “but I don’t hate it here.” It felt important that Clay understood that. It wasn’t as though Harry thought of the territory as home yet, but he was starting to think that he might be able to in time. “I mean… you’re here,” he told his friend with a smile.
“Yeah, I’m here,” Clay said with a smile, throwing his arm around Harry. “You sleeping out here tonight or you coming over to the fire?”
“If it wasn’t so damn cold I’d stay out here,” Harry told him, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. “I don’t think Alpha bossy boots, over there, will let me sleep out here this close to the winter,” he said with mock grumpiness.
Clayton laughed a deep bellowing laugh at Harry’s nickname for Fenrir, “No, I don’t think he would and I just dare you to call him that to his face someday.” Clay and Harry both smiled at the mental image that conjured.
"Oh you're on!" Harry said with a wide grin on his face. He would get a huge thrill saying that to Fenrir’s face just to see if he could get away with it.
“He just wants to protect us, you know; after what happened to his last pack I can’t really blame him for being protective,” Clay explained.
“What happened to his last pack?” Harry asked; he hadn’t even known that there had been a previous pack.
“He went out hunting and came back to find them all slaughtered by wizards,” Clay said, shuddering with the concept of finding their current pack that way; it didn’t even bear thinking about. “My Dad told me that he was lucky not to have been there when it happened, he should have been.”
“Oh,” Harry said, lost for words. “So that’s why he is the way he is, I thought it was all just a power trip.”
Again Clay laughed, thinking about how it sure was great to have Harry back in his life; his best friend never failed to make him feel better about things. “Power trip or not he’s just trying to look after us, it’s what Alpha’s do, the good ones anyway.” It was something that Clay liked about Fenrir; the werewolf loved his pack and he was a strong Alpha too.
“Thanks Clay,” Harry said with a smile to his friend; it turned out that even his and Fenrir’s explosive arguments were easier to stomach when Clay was at his side.
“We’ll think nothing more of it,” Clay agreed, “if you let Callie take a look at your hand,” he added with a smirk at his stubborn friend, knowing that Harry would never have gone to her on his own.
“Fine,” Harry agreed reluctantly, “I’ll let Callie look at my hand.”
“Good,” Clay said, as they leaned back against the tree and watched the rest of the pack going about their business in the clearing, all of them still looking a little nervous. Damon was looking over to where Harry and Clay were talking, checking that they were both still there and hadn’t made another run for it.
FGHP
“NO!” Sirius yelled as he followed Remus through the halls of Grimmauld Place.
“Dumbledore needs me there, he has asked me specifically to come and help him at the school,” Remus told him, not turning to look at his agitated lover as he kept walking. He didn’t want to see the anger etched upon that once handsome face, which had been marred, irreversibly, during Sirius’ years in the wizarding prison of Azkaban.
“NO!” Sirius shouted again, “I don’t care if Merlin himself asked you!” he said like a petulant child, and Remus thought he heard him actually stamp his foot in his rage, but didn’t turn around to confirm it. He didn’t want to think of his lover, a grown man, acting like a four year old throwing a tantrum.
“Sirius, I need to go to Hogwarts, so that I can be there for Harry,” Remus tried to explain, keeping his voice even and calm. Though he knew it was possible that his even temper would only infuriate his lover more, it often tended to happen, but he didn’t want a fight over things they couldn’t control.
He couldn’t do anything about the situation; Dumbledore had asked him to become a teacher at the school, starting in January. They needed someone there to keep an eye on Harry. The purpose of this, according to the headmaster, was to guide him on to the right path; as if Remus believed the motives of the elderly wizard to be that simple. But he did want to help Harry, on that much there was no debate and he would be damned if he let Sirius stand in the way of that.
It had been an awkward conversation to have with Dumbledore, who hadn’t been best pleased that Remus had withheld information from him. Somehow the headmaster had found out about Harry being a werewolf and challenged Remus on why he had hidden it. Of course, Remus had no choice at that point and had lied, telling the headmaster that he hadn’t know anything about it, but they both knew that there would have been no fooling his werewolf scenes; though if Albus didn’t trust him anymore he hadn’t shown any signs of it. Remus was sure that if he was no longer trusted then the headmaster wouldn’t have been permitted him to be anywhere near Harry when the boy came to Hogwarts; and clearly that was not the case.
“I want to be there for Harry too, we’ll both go,” Sirius pleaded in an annoyingly whiny voice.
Remus was getting awfully tired of Sirius having a one track mind. Even when they had sex now, his mind was clearly elsewhere; and the aftermath, when they should have been cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, Sirius would instead be talking what their life would be like once Harry was with them. He seemed to be under the delusion that everything would be perfect, they’d be happier and that Harry would be their adoptive son. Remus just didn’t have the courage to burst that bubble and face the fallout of doing just that. He just couldn’t shatter the hopes of the man he loved, who seemed so certain that his dream would come true.
“Sirius…” Remus said, in a warning tone.
“You can’t leave ME!” Sirius said; he had believed that Remus would never allow them to be parted again and now here they were and he was planning to leave. It might be months before they could be together, months where Sirius would be alone with Snivellus, in the house of his hated ancestors and he couldn’t think of anything more loathsome. “Not HERE!”
“Sirius, stop it, I have to go so I can help Harry and you can’t come with me, however much I would like you to. It would only land you back in Azkaban, and neither of us want that,” Remus said finally turning to look his lover in the eyes, wanting to show him that he cared too much to let that happen. He only wanted to protect Sirius from ending up back in that place.
Sirius felt like he was going to lose his mind. The idea that his lover would get to go to Hogwarts and that Remus would have a chance to get to know Harry, it was almost too much for Sirius to handle and he had no clue how he would be able to stand being left alone with only Snivellus for company once more. Jealousy rose in him like a feral animal trying to claw its way out; the fact that Remus was going to get to know his Godson before him was sickening. It wasn’t fair, he hadn’t done what he was accused of and, even though he was no longer in Azkaban, he was still a prisoner. He couldn’t imagine how it could get worse than this.
“I can stay hidden,” Sirius tried to plead, desperate to have Remus understand, for his lover to agree that he could come with him to Hogwarts.
“Sirius Orion Black! You couldn’t keep yourself hidden away for five minutes, let alone several months,” Remus said angrily, glaring at his lover harshly; he knew his friend far too well to believe that he could be resigned enough to stay hidden.

Sirius had been driving Remus to the point of distraction lately and Remus was honestly glad that he was going to have a viable reason for some time away from him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Sirius, he really did but more frequently than not he would look at his lover and wonder what had happened to the man that he had fallen in love with. He still truly loved the man that stood before him but he wanted to get some space from him. They just weren’t the same people anymore, too much had happened, and it was only just beginning to dawn on Remus that perhaps he and Sirius just weren’t suited to one another anymore.
“I want to see Harry!” Sirius said heatedly, “I’d stay hidden for him!”
“Even if you did come with me you wouldn’t be able to see him,” Remus tried to reason with him.” You’d have less space and freedom than you do here. I realise this is frustrating-”
“FRUSTRATING!?” Sirius roared, “You have no idea!”
Remus sighed, he had known that this wouldn’t go well but he hadn’t expected his lover to take it this badly. Clearly his obsession with Harry ran deeper than Remus had dared to believe was possible. He was beginning to realise that, whatever the outcome, it wasn’t going to end well for Sirius, a thought that saddened Remus. They had been lovers for years, friends longer than that; they had been together through his lycanthropy; Sirius had become an animagus for him. He couldn’t understand how it had gone so terribly wrong for their love to become almost non-existent. All they had was sex and arguments; it was a sad existence to live. Remus couldn’t wait to get out of this place.
“Sirius …”
“No, don’t ‘Sirius’ me!” Sirius snapped, “You have no idea what it’s like being stuck here, not being able to leave! I HATE it!”
“And yet you seem to be able to find something to amuse yourself with, disappearing for hours on end, refusing to tell me where you’re going?” Remus said with a frown, “You can’t be that bored.”
Sirius seemed beyond words by this point and simply let out a roar of anger, turning on his heel and storming away. Remus just watched him go, not having the energy to stop him from leaving, nor to continue the argument. He knew that it was a bad sign when he didn’t even have enough passion inside of himself to fight for what they had. It was in that moment that he knew their relationship may not be worth the effort it would take to save it; not if he was the only one fighting for it.
Sirius desperately needed to vent because if he didn’t calm down soon he was going to say or do something to Remus that he would definitely regret later when he had had time to think properly. Snape on the other hand, he was an easy target, less of a person and more of a satisfying punching bag. Sirius could do lots of things to Snape without a single drop of remorse; everything was Snape’s fault anyway. One way or another it was all Snape’s fault.
FGHP
The last time Black had paid Severus a visit he had gotten tired of having to bend down to give him a proper punch to the stomach, and so he had righted the chair and propped the potions master back up on it. Severus wasn’t sure how long it had been since then, but at least he got to stare at a slightly different patch of faded peeling wallpaper as the last of the hope slowly drained from his mind.
He knew that time was passing because a small, terrified looking house elf wearing what appeared to be a pillow case would show up twice a day to ensure that he was nourished and his wounds, inflicted by Black, were tended to. If it wasn’t for this little creature then any number of the injuries could have become infected and killed him by now. Severus was almost beginning to wish that the house elf would cease in his care and just let him die, ending the pain.
For some time since early on in his imprisonment, he had been trying to focus his thoughts on gaining access to his mind magic, his body may have been enchanted to be out of his control but he wouldn’t surrender his mind without a fight. The idea to use Occlumency had come to him initially in the desperation to free himself from the all-consuming depression of Dumbledore’s uniquely masochistic spell but it had slowly dawned on him that he was not just a master of Occlumency, but also Legilimency as well. This was something that had given him a rare spark of hope.
Since then he had be praying that the unhinged prison guard that Black was, would come close enough and meet his eyes long enough that he might be able to steal a peek into the man’s head. Of course, this was frustratingly difficult when Severus was still unable to move his own eyes, let alone his head. It left him with no other alternative but to try and remain patient until Black made a mistake.
He had almost given up on that hope however, when Black stormed into the room and slammed the door; clearly the man was having a bad day, not that Severus could bring himself to feel even the tiniest pang of sympathy. He hated Black, always had, even before the man had ruined his life and chased his son, his Harry, away. He had, of course, heard the shouting and knew that the cause of the foul mood was another argument with Remus. Knowing that the two of them were still bickering gave Severus a small iota of joy, which he desperately clung to; any amount of happiness would allow him to recall some of the happy memories he had of Harry. It was those that kept him going, kept him fighting.
“Dumbledore has found Harry,” Black said with glee as he walked across the room, leaning down and looking Severus directly in the eye to see if he could see even a tiny reaction from this news.
It was exactly what Severus had been waiting for. He was so surprised that finally something had gone his way that he nearly forgot to act on this rare opportunity but he quickly tried to clear his mind as he focused on the cool grey eyes directly in front of him. Of course, the focus could only be mental, as he didn’t even have control of his vision, and Sirius was far too close to see clearly. He just had to hope that it worked because if the words that Black spoke were true, Dumbledore had his son, which meant that Harry was in terrible danger.
They had eye contact and that was what mattered, it was what he needed and with a sudden forced mental push, Severus broke through into his torturer’s mind. If he could have smiled then he would have done. That eye contact was enough for the potions master to get the all access pass into the insane man’s head. But he didn’t have the luxury of time to celebrate this small victory, nor to be gentle, not that he had the inclination. He didn’t care if Black knew that his mind was being pillaged, Severus was too desperate for information, to know what was happening to his son. He tore through Black’s mind without an iota of care or tenderness, ripping through memory after memory looking for what he wanted.
Images and thoughts of the argument that Black and Lupin just had flashed in front of him but it was too fast to gather much real information, though Severus was glad he had been right about the instability of their relationship; he didn’t care enough about either of the two men to dwell on the memory, nor the similar and related ones. He needed to know about something much more important, so he threw those particular memories to one side and kept going, frantic in his search knowing that he didn’t have much time left. It wouldn’t take long for Black, as stupid as he was, to realise what was going on and tear his gaze away.
Harry, he was looking for information on Harry; Severus desperately dug through Black’s head looking for any scrap of knowledge about the teenager. Sirius had said that Dumbledore had found Harry, which he didn’t want to be true; he wanted nothing more than to find that it was a lie, told to torment him further. It couldn’t be true, it just couldn’t be; Harry wasn’t that reckless. He searched desperately, tossing aside irrelevant thoughts, for any sign that this was a lie. Everything he had done, and suffered through willingly, just so that he could keep Harry safe. His son couldn’t have fallen into the hands of Dumbledore, he just couldn’t have.

“He has no legal guardian now, and no one to tutor him in his magical education. He will be forced into attendance at Hogwarts come January. He wouldn’t dare refuse, not when we have something he will want.”
Dumbledore had said that! Severus was starting to feel panic but surely Harry would know to stay away, the letter he’d written and given to the teenager had warned him about the headmaster. But it suddenly made so much sense when Severus realised that he was the bait. Dumbledore would manipulate Harry using the only father he had ever known. Severus understood that his son would never just abandon him and walk away no matter what the letter said. Harry may not have been reckless but when he cared about something or someone he would do anything to keep them safe.
“Sirius, I need to go to Hogwarts, so that I can be there for Harry.”
Remus was going to go to Hogwarts, Harry was going to Hogwarts. Severus wanted to scream his anger, his fear, and his frustration. He wanted to remind his son of all those lessons he had tried to give him about doing what he was told and not putting himself in danger, but, as he had feared, his son had more than a little of James and Lily’s Gryffindor nature in him.
“BASTARD!” Sirius bellowed suddenly as he finally managed to force the potions master from his mind, his fist crashing into the side of Severus’ head with alarming strength. “You see now though, don’t you?” Sirius taunted, putting a foot on the chair between Severus’ legs and kicking.
The chair toppled backwards with ease and Severus’ head collided with the floorboards. His head spun, and he likely had a concussion; for a moment he thought he would throw up and be left to choke to death, but Sirius’ kick to his shoulder rolled him, like a rag doll, onto his side and it seemed his body didn’t even have enough control left to act on a reflex like retching.
“Harry will come to Hogwarts, in January,” Sirius told him smugly, “and then he will learn the truth about you, the truth about James, the truth about himself and the truth about ME!” Sirius let out a barking laugh and kicked Severus once more in the side of the head before he was apparently done and took his leave.
Oh, Harry, Severus mentally sighed as the pain radiated through his skull, I really hope you know what you are doing.

He couldn’t help the slight twinge of hope that he felt when he realised that Harry might come looking for him, that he might get to see Harry at least one more time before his life was lost. It was something he thought he would never get to do again and the thought renewed his determination a little in spite of the spell upon him and the guilt the thought inspired. He knew that he shouldn’t wish for his own son to come and save him but just to see Harry one more time would be enough. Severus needed Harry to know that no matter what he had loved him and had done what he thought was the right thing in a bad situation. Snape just hoped that his precious son would be able to see that.
FGHP
The moment the clock struck midnight Harry started tossing and turning beside Clayton where he had fallen asleep close to the fire for warmth, the two of them curled up under a pile of hides and blankets. Fenrir was sitting up, watching contently over his resting pack when it started. He had lost his temper today and he had almost seriously hurt Clayton, one of his pups. He had been angry and he had needed them to know that it wasn’t okay for them to be running around recklessly, not with the added dangers that faced them now,however he did somewhat regret his harsh actions against the fifteen year old.
He had had his reasons to act the way he had. He didn’t want to take any chances, not when there were strange werewolves lurking around the edges of the territory that had so far been able to evade even the pack’s best trackers. And then there were the Aurors that wanted Harry too; Ministry witches and wizards that had targeted and killed his father, and now seemed to want to get their hands on Harry, for some unknown reason.
Fenrir had been worried about what could have happened to his little mate when he had run off, it was just too dangerous for any of them to be venturing out on their own, especially the young pups. He had specifically told them all to do everything in pairs, minimum, even bathing in the stream and fetching supplies from the cave. He didn’t want to risk any of their lives. If Harry had asked to go somewhere then he would have given his mate anything he wanted within reason. Regardless of all of his reasoning’s though he still felt guilty for hurting, and probably scaring, Clayton the way he had.
The Alpha was just glad that he had left the clearing to let off steam. He wouldn’t have been able to handle smelling Harry’s blood on top of his towering temper as well. Callie had come to him upon his return and timidly informed him that Harry had punched a tree in anger after the argument and damaged his hand. The reason she felt the need to inform him of this was that his werewolf healing hadn’t kicked in as fast as it should have done and she had had to bandage his hand up. Something else the Alpha could blame himself for; he hated to see the white bandage on Harry’s hand, knowing that it had been his temper that had made his mate hurt himself in such a way.
Fenrir had been watching Harry intently, sitting as close to him as he dared while the teenager slept. He had been somewhat lost in his own thoughts when Harry had started to thrash about in his sleep restlessly, though not waking. So as not to disturb the rest of the slumbering pack, Fenrir acted quickly, scooping the still sleeping Harry up and into his arms before carrying him away from the warmth of the fire but grabbing a few of the blankets along the way.
Clearly the young teenager was having a nightmare, though it really wasn’t surprising after everything that the boy had been through. Moving off to sit at the edge of the clearing, holding Harry close to his bare chest, he wrapped his mate up in the blankets to ensure that he remained warm. Fenrir could see signs of distress on the young teenager’s face and simply held him closer, hoping that the simple act of holding him, and even comforting him, would help to stave off the night terrors.
Harsh hissing noises were coming from Harry’s mouth, it sounded half like words though, and disjointed like those that people spoke in their sleep always were and between them were whimpers of pain that fell from the pup’s lips. Fenrir wished he could pull his little mate out of whatever it was that was distressing him so; it seemed to pain him, his face scrunching up as he strained against invisible bonds.
Suddenly Harry stopped his thrashing and tear soaked green eyes were wide open and peering up at him as he fought to find his breath, gasping for air as if it had been denied him. Fenrir expected the little werewolf to push him away, he wouldn’t even have been angry about it after the argument this afternoon. But instead, Fenrir watched in amazement as Harry buried his head into his Alpha’s chest, still crying but accepting the comfort of the large strong arms around him. The younger werewolf snuggled up more closely against his Alpha, small arms slipping around the strong, muscular waist.
The nightmare was almost the same as every year. He visited strange places where he was sure he had never been before; he saw things that he had no recollection of. First there was a lake in a dark, foreboding place and a locket being dropped into water. Next there was a room full of broken things, which towered up to the sky. The sudden blasts of green light accompanied by a woman’s scream were, as always, by far the worst. A house in a forest, mostly rubble where he knew a ring lay beneath the floorboards.
There was a beautiful golden cup in a room that was filled to the brim with sparkling treasure. That green light and screaming again, always screaming. In recent years there had also been a snake, that impossibly huge with bright yellow eyes that made him shiver in fear. The great snake scared him as much as the flashes of green light. He fought to remember what his Dad had told him when he was just a boy; that good things could sometimes be green too, but this green light was so malevolent and it scared him.
“Shush, little one,” Fenrir’s low, almost soft voice told him and that was the moment that Harry realised he was still crying. “It was a nightmare, you can sleep again now.” The Alpha’s arms tightened around him as Harry snuggled into the older werewolf, seeking warmth and comfort.
Harry was tired, but he didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to see those disjointed images of things he didn’t understand, not again. Not even his father had ever been able to explain them to him. He had been seeing variations of the same nightmare year after year since he could remember and always on Halloween. He knew it was the anniversary of his mother’s death and he hated the festivities surrounding the sacred magical date and could never bring himself to join in with the celebrations.
Fenrir brought up a large hand to stroke Harry’s thick raven hair, surprised that his little mate was so relaxed after the disastrous events of the afternoon but he was glad that he was being allowed this contact. It felt wonderful to have Harry willingly in his arms, accepting the affection he could show towards the younger boy. He ran his fingers through the soft black hair, enjoying the texture beneath his fingers and the scent that it emitted. He smelt clean, like soap, unlike most of his other pack members who didn’t bathe as frequently.
“I don’t want to sleep,” Harry mumbled from his place tucked under the Alpha’s arm. He found that he actually rather liked the feeling of the large domineering man around him, holding him close. Harry had seen him at his worst but there were brief moments that he saw Fenrir at his best and those were the moments he treasured, moments like these.
“You have to sleep, little one,” Fenrir said kindly, still running his hands through the thick black hair.
“You won’t let me go?” Harry asked helplessly, looking up at his Alpha with large, pleading emerald eyes.
“I’m not going anywhere, nothing is going to happen to you,” Fenrir replied gruffly as he reaffirmed his hold on his little mate, who was practically shaking with the fear from his nightmare. He waited, without saying another word until Harry had fallen back to sleep before making a move to return to the fire where the two of them would be warmer.
“Is he alright?” Damon asked as Fenrir found a spot to settle close to the fire where he could ensure that his little mate would be warm.
The Alpha locked gazes with his Beta and nodded, “Nightmare,” he grunted, keeping his voice low so as not to wake the others who slept on, oblivious.
“Poor child, he hates this time of year,” Damon said softly as he watched his Alpha gently ensure that Harry was completely covered by the blankets and hides and remained slumbering deeply.
“Why?” Fenrir asked, curious and a little jealous that Damon knew his mate more than he did. Though he had to swiftly remind himself that it had been his decision to send Damon and Clay to watch over Harry rather than go himself. He had built an impressive territory here for them all and he couldn’t bring himself to regret that because they were safe here, even if it meant he didn't know his mate as well as he might like to.
“Halloween is the anniversary of his mother’s death,” Damon told him, “Clayton would always be desperate to go trick or treating but Harry would never go. Eventually Severus told me it was because his mother died on Halloween, it is another thing that ties him into being Harry Potter. The attack on Godrics Hollow happened then too.”
“You really think that he’s that supposedly dead boy?”
“I do, my Alpha,” Damon said, “Have you shown him the photograph I gave to you?”
Fenrir shook his head gently so not to disturb his mate, “I will before he has to go to that school,” he said; he hated the idea of his mate being at Hogwarts, away from where he could protect him. “He needs to know who he is before he leaves this pack.”
FGHP
After meeting Harry Prince, Potter, or whatever he was calling himself, in Hogsmeade, Draco felt a little bit more hopeful. The boy may have been a rather odd teenager, and a werewolf to boot, but Harry was still supposedly the saviour of the wizarding world, according to his mother. He could at least see that, with Dumbledore’s absences from the castle of late, the old coot might have actually been doing something of note, in finding and bringing the teen to the school. He was still sceptical, of course, and wasn’t about to place his trust in either of them. As such, his priority remained the cabinet.
He stood in the come-and-go room staring at it once more, glaring at the damn thing really. He had purchased a few items that he thought might help but he had been hoping to have the stupid thing fixed by now. Voldemort was always in a particularly foul mood this time of year. Narcissa had told him that Halloween was the time when he had first fallen, though Draco had worked out that it was also the night Severus had come to her with Harry in his arms. If there was any day where Tom Riddle was more likely to hurt his family, then it was tomorrow and that thought scared him more than he would ever admit to anyone.
The knowledge of this didn’t make being separated from the only family he cared about any easier. He just hoped that the Dark Lord’s frustrations were taken out on his sadistic and quite probably masochistic Aunt or one of the other Deatheaters, rather than on his mother and brother. He hadn’t received anymore correspondence from her since the letter and the photograph, which he treasured; he was greatly looking forward to the Christmas holidays when he would finally get to meet his little brother. Though next month he was going to convince the Carrow’s to allow him to visit home for the weekend, just so he could check on them and ensure that they were safe. He had no idea what he would do if they were not; he wasn’t exactly fixing this cabinet for nothing.
Draco was also dying to tell his mother all about meeting Harry and he was wise enough to know not to put anything like that in a letter, for fear that it would be intercepted and put them all in danger. One thing was for sure, in Draco’s mind, the whole situation wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed yesterday. They actually had some hope, someone that might have what it would take to bring down Voldemort and his reign of terror; besides, he had a few new things to try with the cabinet.
FGHP

The morning of Halloween, Harry had woken up in Fenrir’s warm embrace, relishing in the heat that the other man gave off. The mornings were always the worst, when they had to drag themselves from under the hides and blankets, they had piled on top of themselves to starve off the winters chill through the night, and start their day.
Harry lingered beneath his blankets after waking, fending off the desperate need to empty his full bladder just so that he could enjoy the warmth and comfort of the Alpha’s arms around him as he snuggled against Fenrir. Harry’s fingers played loosely with the soft blonde curls on his chest, careful so as not to wake the older man. Harry loved the scent that surrounded Fenrir, musk and man was the only way he knew to describe it; he inhaled that now and felt completely content and at ease, even after the nightmares.
Harry could hear the others groaning, yawning and stretching as they began to rouse from sleep, Callie, as always the first to drag herself up and out from Jenson’s arms so to put water on to boil. Lukas wouldn’t get out of bed without a mug of his preferred tea. Some of the others needed coffee before they were functioning on a normal level too, so it was always a good start to ensure there was enough boiled water to go around.
He knew that it was time to get up but knowing what day it was made him want to bury deeper under the blankets and stay there, snuggled into Fenrir’s warm embrace. However the Alpha was beginning to stir, as the sounds of the rest of the pack moving around and grumbling about the cold met his ears. Closing his eyes Harry feigned sleep, trying desperately to ignore his aching bladder, desperate to stay in the warm embrace for a few moments longer.
Fenrir was ecstatic; he had woken and had found that his little mate, for the first time since he had come to the territory, had not risen before him and snuck off. Harry remained blissfully asleep in his arms, breathing softly and evenly. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of having Harry so close to him, and Harry’s head buried into his chest. His freshly washed scent unique unto Harry and making the Alpha want to mark him, claiming him as his own. However he would refrain from that for the moment, not wanting to scare the poor child more. Something told the Alpha that today was not the day to be pushing Harry to try new things, like being claimed indefinitely as the mate to the Alpha wolf of their pack.
Fenrir normally would get up and start his day the moment he awoke, but he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to hold Harry close, and he was quite sure that the slightest movement would rouse the sleeping werewolf in his arms. So it was a rather baffled, but amused, looking Callie who came over to him to offer him something to drink. Fenrir turned down the offer, not wanting to risk spilling something that hot over Harry, and definitely not willing to move until he really had to.
She gave the Alpha an understanding nod and headed off to waft a cup of tea under Lukas’ nose, hoping that it was the right kind; he was so particular when it came to his tea and getting the right one could make the difference of him being in a good mood or not for the rest of the day. Damon came over to Fenrir, and Harry, with his own cup of coffee, which he treated as if it were a life force and was the only thing that sustained him so early in the morning. He sat close to the Alpha’s head, putting a rolled up blanket under Fenrir’s head so they could talk more easily.
“At least he is getting some sleep,” Damon said, nodding towards the sleeping form of Harry and taking another sip of his steaming cup, savouring the bitter taste.
“He needs it,” Fenrir agreed, “I am just glad he will let me take care of him.”
“He would probably be more willing if you would just explain the situation to him,” Damon pointed out.
“It is not time,” Fenrir told him gruffly, with finality.
Harry focused on keeping his breathing steady and even, knowing how easy it would be to alert the Alpha to the fact that he was awake. He had just wanted to stay Fenrir’s arms a little longer, but now that the Alpha and Damon were talking about him he was more than a little curious. He knew that he shouldn’t have been listening in to such a personal conversation but he had been kept in the dark his entire life without even realising it. He wasn’t about to let that happen again.
“Harry will not appreciate having had this kept from him,” Damon warned him, with a nervous glance at the seemingly still sleeping teen.
“What do you suggest?” Fenrir asked, glancing down to check to see if his mate was still sleeping just as Damon had moments before. Both however seemed satisfied but Harry refused to let down his guard, focusing intently on keeping up the facade so he could listen a little more. If they had thought for a moment that he was awake they’d stop spilling their secrets and Harry was desperate to know more.
“I suggest we should have been honest with him from the start,” Damon said, making Fenrir growl deeply in irritation. “Okay, fine. I know that isn’t helpful. I’m just not entirely sure what to suggest really, but Harry is going to eventually find out that he is your mate. The others have already figured it out without being told. The only reason Harry hasn’t yet worked it out is that he doesn’t know how Packs work. Once he’s clued up on that there’ll be hell to pay.”
At the word mate Harry had almost tensed up. He forced himself to remain relaxed and still however, focusing on his breathing but his mind buzzed with this new information. He was Fenrir’s mate?! He didn’t know exactly what that meant but he knew enough to know that certain things would be expected, things that terrified the fifteen year old virgin. Harry knew that Callie and Jenson were a couple, were they mates? He assumed that they were but he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant between him and Fenrir. It took everything he had not to panic a little at the prospect.
“He isn’t going to find out, there will be hell to pay if someone tells him,” Fenrir said with a low warning growl.
“No one is going to tell him, Alpha.” Damon was certain that no-one would be that stupid, not even Clay or Micha who were prone to occasional acts of idiocy.
It had been obvious to them all, that Harry was clueless about Fenrir’s intentions and, given the Alpha’s temper, none of the pack were going to put themselves in that firing line. Especially not after what they had all witnessed happen to Clay the day before when he had helped Harry escape pack territory for less than hour.
“But maybe you should,” Damon suggested tentatively.
“You think he would like that?” Fenrir queried, turning his head a bit awkwardly to look at his beta.
“You telling him the truth?” Damon asked, “Probably. He is going to be pissed you didn’t tell him sooner though,” he added; it seemed important that the Alpha didn’t start expecting Harry to react well, because Damon was pretty certain that wasn’t going to happen. “Better he hears it from you, than by accident from one of the others, or by figuring it out himself; he’s a smart kid, it won’t take him long to realise you treat him differently to the others. Honestly, he’s probably figured that much out already, even if he doesn’t understand why.”
“He’s fifteen; he isn’t ready to know this. He’s still a pup,” Fenrir argued.
Harry wasn’t even meant to have joined the pack yet, the Alpha should have had until next summer before working these things out. It was never meant to be as difficult as this. He hadn’t expected Aurors to be searching for the teenager or for him to be summoned to Wizarding School. Fenrir hadn’t predicted any of that. However, what was important was that Harry was safe in the pack now and he wasn’t going anywhere.
It was taking all Harry’s willpower not to start ranting and raving at this point; he was tired of being told he was too young to know things, tired of being kept in the dark and he really hated being called a ‘pup’. That and he still really needed to pee, which was not making his sleeping act any easier to maintain.
“You’d be surprised at his maturity; the practical jokes aside, which I suspect are more Clayton’s influence,” the Beta told him. “He acts older than he is.” Damon had watched the boy grow from when he was a young boy and now that he was reaching adulthood Damon could hardly believe how well Harry took things in his stride. Of course he was still a teenager and teenagers weren’t perfect, and would always occasionally fuck up, but he was handling everything a damn sight better than most boys his age would have done considering.
The Alpha mulled this over for a minute, before making up his mind and answering, “He still isn’t ready.” It was the final word on the matter. Fenrir could see that Harry was, as Damon said, very mature for his age. It wasn’t just his lack of years that made Fenrir believe he wasn’t ready. Harry was already coping with too much, more than he should be. He didn’t need anything else to deal with right now.
“That’s up to you, my Alpha but…”
“He isn’t ready,” Fenrir insisted, interrupting his Beta. Damon nodded, the Alpha’s tone alone told him not to push the matter any further and he silenced himself, and his thoughts, by sipping at his coffee. “Will he not just be pleased to be able to build a family?” the Alpha questioned.
“You mean having pups?” Damon asked, mulling it over a little as Fenrir nodded. “Surely that won’t be happening for some time, like you said, he is just a pup himself,” the Beta queried, a little concerned. He was still only fifteen years old; Damon didn’t like to think of Harry pregnant with pups just yet.
“I have been building this pack for years, I’ll wait only long enough to know that it’s safe,” Fenrir said with a low growl. He didn’t like Damon concerning himself with what he and Harry did in regards to having a family, something the Alpha was desperate for.
“You still don’t think we’re safe here?” Damon asked, happy to have the chance to change the subject.
His parental concerns aside, it wasn’t his business when his Alpha had pups with his mate, even if that mate was practically a second son to him in many ways. He was however confident that Harry was strong minded enough to point blank refuse if he wasn’t ready. There might have been arguments but the Beta wolf knew the teenager well enough to know that he wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want. Damon actually found himself glad for the first time that the pups were going to Hogwarts just to allow Harry a little more time to grow up before having his own family.
“Before the last full moon I would have thought that we were, but now with these stray wolves hanging around and the Aurors … I want to be careful, especially where Harry is concerned,” Fenrir said, looking down at his little mate once more, content in the knowledge that he slept on.
“I can understand that,” Damon said, “I know why you bit him, I can tell how unique he is from his scent. If there are stray wolves and they catch his scent, they’ll want him.” In truth he had known since he had first met Harry, and it was hardly a mystery to the rest of the pack. Harry was special, and they would protect him.
Harry could feel his stomach churning dangerously, Fenrir had been the one who had bitten him! It took all of his self-control not to expel the contents of his stomach, or his now painful bladder, then and there. His Dad had never been able to talk about the night that Harry was bitten and he had always figured that it had been a horrific accident; he didn’t know how to handle the knowledge that he’d been turned as a small baby because he smelt different, because Fenrir believed him to be special.
“Indeed,” Fenrir said. “He doesn’t need to know any of that either,” he added quickly.
Damon mentally sighed, all these secrets were bound to come back around and cause trouble, but there would be no talking with the Alpha now his mind was made up. “About being unique or you biting him?” he asked.
“Both,” Fenrir grunted, dreading to think how Harry would take the news about the identity of his werewolf sire; it might be preferable for him to remain ignorant to such a thing for the foreseeable future.
“There are more important things he needs to know first,” the Alpha pointed out, wanting to move away from the subject; he was fairly sure that most of the pack remained oblivious to who had bitten Harry, none of them had a sense of smell quite as attuned as Fenrir’s and he didn’t want to be overheard discussing it.
“Of course, do you know how you’re going to tell him yet?” Damon asked. “About his Dad I mean…”
It was getting seriously painful to hold onto the contents of his bladder but Harrycouldn’t regret it, not when all these secrets kept spilling from their mouths. At this point he would rather piss himself than miss his chance to hear what they had to say. Especially now that they had mentioned his Dad, he couldn’t think what they might know.
“No, not yet, soon, but not today,” Fenrir insisted. “He has enough to deal with today.”
“Agreed,” Damon said, sipping at his almost empty cup of coffee, “but I wouldn’t leave it too long Alpha,” he added, “he’s bound to find out one way or another, especially if he keeps disappearing off to meet people.”
“Has Clayton said anymore on that matter?” Fenrir questioned; he was still furious that both the pups continued to defy him in such a manner, but it was clear there was no changing their minds on the issue.
“No, my Alpha,” Damon said, his tone apologetic, “those two are as thick as thieves, they’ll take each other’s secrets to the grave”
“I’m not sure I approve of that Damon,” Fenrir said in almost a growl.
“I’m not sure I do either, my Alpha,” Damon said with a wry smile as he stood up to leave, having spotted his adoptive son making an appearance from the stream, along with Micha. No one was permitted to go anywhere alone with the threat of stray wolves lurking around. It was a precaution that Fenrir had insisted upon.
The smells of breakfast were starting to fill the clearing and so Fenrir got up carefully, with Harry still in his arms as he wanted his little mate to be awake enough to eat some breakfast. Seeing his opportunity, Harry opened his eyes and faked sleepiness as best he could, by stretching and yawning, forcing a smile onto his face.
“I need to pee,” Harry said, almost cringing when the Alpha chuckled.
Harry didn’t want to be anywhere near this man right now while he got his head around the things he had heard and he was glad when he was placed down on his own two feet, allowed to make a bid for the cover of the trees. He ensured that he stayed within eyesight of the clearing so that he wouldn’t be followed. Once there he would let himself think over all he had heard. Once he had relieved his now quite painful bladder, that is.
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