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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 12

Closing the door with a barely audible click, Hermione took in the quiet and dusty atmosphere and the familiar odour of old parchment and dried ink. Dozens of books were stashed in the shelves that were lining the walls from the floor to the high ceiling. The soft light of the fireplace flickered over millions of book spines, scarcely illuminating their titles.

Heading for the comfy plush chairs in front of the fire, she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of a familiar mop of black hair occupying one of the seats. Smiling to herself at seeing her friend like that – he had been under a lot of stress lately – she made her way to the chair across from him and sat down quietly.

With one last look at him, she popped her newly purchased book open and began to read Rights and judicial loopholes for the modern magical creature enthusiastically.

After all, you could never know enough.

She had just finished the first paragraph when Harry started to stir and slowly opened his eyes. Yawning he stretched sleepily and the book that had rested on his lap fell to the ground with a quiet thud.

Hermione laid down her own book on the side table and helpfully reached out to pick up Harry's. Frowning at the unexpected title, Hermione turned to Harry and lifted an eyebrow in question.

"Myths and legends about the man-wolf compiled by Sherwood Arbuthnot?" She read and gazed at him inquisitively but he was looking everywhere but at her.

"May I ask you something, Harry?" The girl enquired carefully, her voice deliberately even. She observed him closely and looked out for some sort of reaction on his part.

He was staring down at his feet intently, fidgeting every now and then while his fingers dug into the upholstery of the seat. His entire body was tense and it was screaming at her that he was feeling uncomfortable. Although he seemed to want to be rather somewhere else, he nodded his head yes. For a fleeting moment, his eyes had shifted to hers uncertainly before they settled on something else entirely.

"Are you looking at this because of that bite wound of yours?" She asked in a quite voice, but he must have heard her perfectly because instantly his head snapped up, his eyes wide. Then, he looked away again and cleared his throat in discomfort. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

"Maybe...somehow..." He stammered, uncertain, while twisting his hands nervously.

Grasping one of them Hermione squeezed his hand, keeping him from his nervous antics without difficulty.

Shyly, he turned his head to meet her gaze. As soon as their eyes locked, she smiled at him reassuringly.

"I know it shouldn't be... it's probably not possible anyway... but..." He looked at her, hesitant. "I've read some books... and there was this one paragraph... it wasn't explicitly said but... Listen."

Letting his hand go, Hermione straightened whilst Harry reached for the book in her hand and opened it, flipping it to the bookmarked side.

"... the produced exudation of the subject contaminated with lycanthropy whose humanity has almost completely succumbed to the nucleus of evil, is also highly infectious in case of a none full moon. A retardation in the occurrence of the symptomatology in newly infected individuals is to be expected given that the nucleus requires longer to attach itself to the new host body..." 1

Facing her, he made a grimace and Hermione had to hide a smile. She had noticed how he had stumbled over a few of the more complicated words and couldn't suppress her amusement completely.

Both of her boys – especially Ron – and big words! They would probably never mix very well.

Then she frowned, thinking about what she had just heard.

In the paragraph, there were indeed several indicators that fit Harry's condition, but honestly! Nucleus of evil? There was a reason that that book had been outdated a long time ago!

Harry looked at her expectantly.

"Well... you shouldn't rely on just one source. And you know, this book has received a lot of criticism for its views. Most of its discussion couldn't be proven in any way, for example in that book the author is also talking about werewolf lords, which would imply that there is some sort of royal hierarchy besides the usual pack rankings. Considering the time in which the author has lived, this would also mean that the so-called 'werewolf lord' gives bouts of his lands to lower pack alphas as a fief."

Seeing the confused look on his face, she explained. "Basically, it means he loans it to them in exchange for their loyalty, like it was done in feudalism." 2

Giving him a pointed look, she continued. "Can you honestly imagine werewolves doing that? I don't want to be rude in any way – just look at Remus, he's nothing like the rest – but as far as I know they aren't the most rational of beings."

"So you don't think it's possible?" Harry asked, sounding almost hopeful.

"To be honest, Harry, I don't know." She replied, sighing and it was obvious she was a bit disappointed at her own lack of knowledge.

"This book does make a few good points but there are so many other sources that speak against this one so that it's almost impossible to believe it. Don't get me wrong, I've noticed that you've changed ever since you were bitten, but I don't know if this book is the right one to look into for an explanation in your case. If you really think you have some kind of werewolf illness, then you should look at another book. I already have one in mind. Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

She stood up and went over to one of the shelves, walking up and down in front of it while looking for the mentioned book. Pulling out various volumes, she shook her head at herself and put them back where they belonged.

"I really recommend it if you're seriously interested in this kind of stuff. Ah here it is." She exclaimed when she finally found it.

Turning around to face Harry, she added with a mischievous grin. "And if you really think that you are a werewolf, we can always try silver on you."

"What...?" Disbelief washed over him at her comment and he watched her pulling out the book she had mentioned. "It's not written horribly and there are some aspects in it that aren't historically correct, but otherwise it gives quite a good overview."

Returning to him, she presented it to him and said. "Here you are."

Harry studied it for a moment. It was a small and worn journal. Cautiously, he took it from her and she sat down in her chair again.

Could there really be that much information in such a small book? Harry wondered and frowned.

She must have seen his scepticism because she said. "I know it's small but you shouldn't judge a book by its cover."

Taking her word for it – this was Hermione, after all, and she knew her way around books – he popped it open and browsed through its contents.

"It's actually one of the best you can find on the topic since it's written by a werewolf himself."

Surprised, he looked up to meet her eyes which were twinkling in amusement.

How much did she know...?

Mentally face palming, he berated himself.

Of course she would grow suspicious! This was Hermione, after all! She had probably already come up with around a thousand theories about what was wrong with him and most likely had already researched most of them quite thoroughly. Plus it wouldn't surprise him if she had read everything that was even remotely topic-related, available and halfway decent.

She had probably bought at least one or two books in Diagon Alley, too.

And indeed, when he looked at the cover of the book laying on the table next to her, he found a new looking book, which confirmed his suspicions.

For a moment, Harry didn't know what to say.

What did you say to your friend in a situation like this, anyway?

She interrupted his musings, her eyes not meeting his, by saying.

"I do have my suspicions about you being a werewolf, but – and this is a large but – considering that this is not scientifically proven – I have yet to find an reliable source saying anything about this possibility – we cannot leave out other possibilities."

She sighed tiredly, running a hand down her face in exhaustion.

His heart missed a beat and he looked at her with wide eyes.

Hermione had a soft air around her and she smiled at him slightly. "I'll always stay by you."

Gulping, he felt a strange mix of dread and relief wash over him.

A silent "Thank you" fell from his lips. Not able to face her gentle expression any longer, he stared at the pages in front of him instead, not really seeing anything that was written on them.

She had known all along and hadn't pestered him, hadn't tried to coax answers out of him, answers he couldn't give or didn't want to give. And now that he needed her, she was there to help him and wouldn't abandon him.

Reaching for her hand, he squeezed it gratefully, her fingers enclosing his, squeezing back.

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Mentally, Remus cursed and pulled the thin cloak tighter around himself.

Despite the mild summer night he felt cold, inside and out.

Occasionally, a soft breeze blew over his overheated skin, making him shiver like a lone leaf in a storm.

Above him, the moon shone on a starless sky, silently mocking him.

The full moon was fast approaching and Moony felt restless.

Ever since Sirius had died – the last one the beast inside of him had considered pack – his wolf had grown more violent in its misery and it had become bolder in his mind with every passing day.

Nowadays his wolf side was never far from his consciousness, always urging him on and fighting him for dominance. He hadn't had another choice but to double the dose of wolfsbane potion again – the last time that had been necessary had been after James and Lily's deaths. Without more of the potion he wouldn't be able to retain his senses during those seemingly endless nights of horror.

On a side note, was it possible to grow resistant to the disgusting elixir? Next time he saw Severus, he should ask him about that...

He sniffled slightly.

As if the approaching full moon wasn't enough already he had caught himself one nasty flue. He felt as if someone had forced sand paper down his throat, his nose was blocked and the pounding in his head certainly didn't help matters at all.

Maybe, if he was lucky, Severus had a potion on him that would help him? That was, if the Potion's Master was going to attend the coming meeting. The way things were going right now, he wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't going to... But even then, he was sure Molly would know some sort of household remedy or two.

Yes, finally reaching Grimmauld Place and collapsing on top of his soft bed sounded like heaven...

...

… but he had to report first and more importantly he had to check up on Harry.

The last time he had seen his adopted godson 3 had been during the attack on the Burrow. And worried out of his mind, he had still been sent away on his latest mission.

Of course he had protested tremendously, but Albus had insisted. There had been no arguing against it.

He had been a nervous wreck during the days Harry had been missing, the whole time imagining worst case scenarios, one more horrible than the other. It had interfered greatly with his mission.

What a relief the note he had received had been!

But still there were some doubts left. Who knew what Greyback had done to his godson? How mentally scarred was he now? He had had to endure so much lately with Sirius' death, the kidnapping was only the iceberg of it all!

Besides, who knew how much of the received information was true? Only Merlin knew if the note was a fake or not!

More than once he had been about to rush back to search for Harry himself But his conscience had always reminded him of the importance of the mission and had stopped him from doing anything stupid.

He sighed tiredly.

The mission had been hard and dangerous as it was. Of course, every mission for the Order was to some extent, especially if he was involved, but with Harry potentially hurt it was almost undoable.

Remus didn't think ill of Albus for sending him on the more risky ones – his werewolf blood did help him every now and then, not only because he had a higher resistance to outward influences, but also because other creatures tended to react quite violently towards approaching wizardkind. Missions were particularly hard ever since Sirius had died and he didn't have a partner any longer he could trust to guard his back implicitly.

Fumbling for a tissue, he blew his nose. He felt awful. Truly, he would appreciate at least one good night's rest.

Another sigh escaped his lips.

Even a hot cup of tea would do, he supposed.

Turning around the corner, he felt relief wash over him at the familiar sight.

He stopped in front of the numbers eleven and thirteen and with a low rumbling, number twelve, Grimmauld Place appeared, looming over both buildings imperiously and uninvitingly.

A sad look crossed Remus' features as his eyes rested on Sirius' birthplace, reminding him of his best friend once again.

Life without him wasn't quite the same what it had been before... He had always known how to cheer him up, especially when life hadn't been too nice to him...

A mirthless smile crept onto his face. Sirius would have loved that mission to find the leshys 4 and to play with their friends the grey wolves in his animagus form...

Deep in thought, Remus entered the dark mansion, silently clicking the heavy door shut behind him.

Shrugging out of his cloak, he was just about to hang it up when Molly suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Oh Remus, you're back! How are you? I hope your mission was alright?"

"Thank you, Molly. It went well. Do you know if Severus is in?"

"I'm not sure. You never know with him. Why do you ask?"

"I'm feeling a bit under the weather." Remus replied and in that instant, a coughing fit got the better of him, making him wheeze pathetically.

"Oh Remus, you sound awful! Come on in, come on in." She said and ushered him into the kitchen. "You just sit down while I'll make some tea and call the Order."

Flicking her wand, the kettle on the stove started to heat up water.

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Remus was irritated. He was beyond irritated, and considering that normally he had a very mild temper that was saying quite a lot.

It was not because it was close to midnight – Moony was nocturnal, after all. Nor was it because Albus wanted to send him on another mission as soon as possible without him being able to get a proper rest.

No, he could live with all of that.

Instead it was what he was supposed to do next. After all that Greyback had done!

"Are you out of your mind?!" Remus demanded, positively fuming and giving each of the assembled Order members an angry glare.

They flinched at his words, but still none of them spoke up.

"Going to Greyback to negotiate?" He stood up and his chair fell over with a loud clatter. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" He spat. "I would have expected this from Sirius but not from any of you!"

Could they not understand that approaching Greyback was just like a suicide mission? The man would tear him apart as soon as he would see him! And it wasn't only because theoretically, Greyback was his alpha and Remus had probably breached over a hundred rules when he had turned his back on them

"I don't mind going to whichever mythical creature will help us win the war, no matter how bad their reputation, but Greyback? Have you forgotten that he's the one who's bitten me?"

His ragged breathing was loud in the awkward silence, then his voice quietened down, now barely audible. "Have you forgotten that he is my alpha? To them I am a traitor to their pack."

He would kill him, of that, Remus was sure.

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Harry had just exited the library and was now on his way down to the kitchen.

He had spoken so long with Hermione, discussed things with her, talked with her about anything that came to his mind that he had completely lost track of time and was now feeling quite ravenous.

About to set his foot on a step of the stairs, he was startled when suddenly, he heard an angry voice shouting, coming from somewhere on the lower levels.

Remus...? Had that honestly been Remus just now?

Forgetting all about food, he rushed down the stairs and ripped the door to the kitchen open, scanning the room for the one person he was looking for.

"Remus!" Harry shouted as soon as he spotted his adopted godfather, sprinted towards him and enveloped the startled man in a tight hug.

"You're back!" He exclaimed, excited.

"I believe this rather odious meeting is over now. I shall be going as I have a very important potion to brew." Snape sneered, giving Remus a pointed look and leaving the room with large strides.

"How are you? How was the mission?" Harry asked, exited.

Chuckling at Harry's antics, Remus smiled down at him and hugged him back.

"The mission went rather well." The older man said, his voice rough and scratchy

"You're ill?" Harry asked, confused, noticing the other's discomfort

Werewolves could become ill...?

"Just a mild cold. It will pass." Remus assured him, letting go of his godson.

The Order members were slowly leaving the room, some of them staying behind to clear the kitchen table.

"I promise you, I'll be back on my feet in no time. I've already gotten a potion from Severus."

"Snape? You've got a potion from Snape?"

The mistrust in Harry's voice must have been more obvious than was normal, even for him, because Remus said, not unkind. "I know you don't trust Severus, Harry, but he is a invaluable Order member and above all else, Albus trusts him. That should clear all your doubts."

About to retort something, Harry suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw Charlie standing behind him. "There's still some tea left. Do you want the rest?" He asked Harry, winking at him.

Embarrassed, Harry looked away and shook his head, not noticing Remus raising an eyebrow at them.

Not turning his attention away immediately, Charlie regarded him a moment longer, his gaze intent, making Harry fidget uncomfortably under the heavy scrutiny. Then the redhead shrugged, disposed of the tea and shot him one last glance before leaving the room.

"Something you want to tell me?" Remus asked as soon as the door was closed behind him, grinning mischievously.

Harry blushed and waved about with his hands, denying Remus' insinuation. "Wha-... No... He's a guy! I'm not... I mean..."

Laughing silently, Remus laid his hand on Harry's shoulder in a reassuring way.

"It's fine. I was only joking. But you know there's nothing wrong with preferring your own gender."

Was it possible to die of mortification? Remus wasn't going to have THAT talk with him now, was he? This was beyond mere embarrassment!

"Why don't we sit down somewhere and have a little chat? I promise I'll listen to anything you have to say. And if you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you to tell me." Remus proposed in a gentle voice.

For a moment, Harry was uncertain about how to proceed.

Could he really talk about this? This was just pure humiliation!

But then again, he considered Remus to be his godfather. If he couldn't talk to him about things like that, then with who could he talk?

Just the thought of talking with Hermione or even, Merlin forbid, Ron, about this was... was... he just couldn't imagine it! He would probably die of embarrassment!

And what if this wasn't just a one time occurrence? What if it happened more often? Maybe he really should talk about this... it couldn't be more mortifying than the actual event itself had been.

Shyly but hesitantly, Harry nodded his head.

He followed the older man out of the kitchen and into the sitting room, watching him summon a cup of tea for himself and a cup of hot chocolate for Harry.

Grateful, Harry accepted and sipped at it, welcoming the warmth that spread through his body and that calmed him down a bit.

A comfortable silence settled over the two while they enjoyed their drinks.

Could he really do this? Just thinking about his clumsiness and how he had ended up sitting on top of Charlie was making him blush to the roots! But noticing that he was apparently interested in Harry was even more mortifying!

Harry cleared his throat and twisted his shirt in his hands, not looking at the older man.

"There was this one... situation..." He paused, searching for the right words. "... I... you know..."

Remus lifted an eyebrow at Harry, silently asking him to elaborate, but his questioning posture was disturbed when he couldn't prevent himself from sneezing any longer, causing him a running nose. He was forced to fumble for a tissue again and blow his nose once more.

His nostrils were itching.

Ever since Harry had burst into the meeting a strange smell had been bothering him, but up until now he hadn't been able to figure out what it was. His nose was just too blocked, even if it was running every now and then. He sense of smell was still off.

"Sorry. Don't mind me, please."

Harry shot his godfather a concerned look, but eventually relented. "... If you're sure..."

Remus nodded his head and waited patiently for him to continue.

"Okay... If you really think so..." He said and for a moment, Harry needed to gather his thoughts.

"Well...I kind of stumbled over Charlie... and..." He paused and drew in a shaky breath. "I mean I can understand if Ginny... you know... smelled funny... but Charlie?"

"Smelled funny?" Remus asked, scratching his nose absent-mindedly. It was really bothering him.

"What do you mean?"

"... like... he liked... me... a lot..." Harry stammered and his discomfort was plastered clearly all over his face.

"You smelled his arousal?" Remus said, disbelieving, and stared at his godson.

Uneasily, Harry nodded and an awkward silence settled over them. Minutes seemed to tick by while the uncomfortable quietness was dragging on, becoming even heavier the longer it lasted.

Suddenly, understanding was dawning on him and Remus' eyes widened as all the pieces fell into place.

Grabbing the collar of Harry's shirt, he ignored his godson's startled yelp and pulled it aside. He couldn't prevent the sharp intake of breath at the sight of the scarred skin on shoulder and immediately a sense of dread was spreading inside of him.

"Harry, have you been feeling strange lately?" Remus asked hurriedly, suppressing a choke with difficulty while watching his godson intently.

"Why do you ask?" Harry replied, a guarded expression entering his face.

As if burned Remus let go of the collar and stood up abruptly, needing to bring space between them.

"No." The older man's voice came out in a rush. He had never sounded so pitiful and desperate before in the time Harry had known him.

"Remus! What's wrong?" Harry asked, worried, his voice nearly breaking, and stood up, too. He easily caught on to his godfather's turmoil.

"No..." Remus shook his head again in denial. "It can't be... It's not possible..." He mumbled to himself, his eyes dilated and his breathing ragged.

"Remus!" Harry shouted, and couldn't quite figure out if he should shake the man or not to get him out of his funk. He didn't know what else to do and he was scared at his godfather's reaction

Startled, Remus' eyes focused on him.

Taken aback, Harry was surprised to find they were glowing amber! In that instant, he reminded Harry of a frightened animal that was driven into a corner.

Cautiously taking a step forwards, Harry reached for his trembling godfather, whose arms encircled him instantly in a surprisingly strong hug, nearly crushing him.

"It's okay. Everything's alright." Harry murmured into Remus chest, soothing him. He noticed how Remus' breathing was slowly returning to normal again. He was probably already berating himself for losing control like that.

"No it's not Harry..." Remus whispered into his shoulder, his embrace never loosening. "I've failed you." And Harry couldn't help tensing, bracing himself for the words that he had known would be coming ever since Remus had looked at him like that.

"What do you mean?" He asked, shutting his eyes tightly, as if to shut out reality and wishing everything was just a dream – a nightmare.

"You... you are... Grey... Greyback, he… " Remus' voice broke and his arms tightened around Harry.

Taking a deep breath, he tried again. "You... smell differently, Harry" He finished of lamely.

"I tried a new brand of shampoo." Harry mumbled and a chocked laugh was heard from above.

"No Harry ... you smell of wolf."

Burying his head in Remus' chest, Harry felt his eyes prickle and he tried to blink away the tears.

"What's going to happen now, Remy?"

"I don't know... Harry... I don't know..." He answered and gently carded through the unruly black hair.

"Come, let's sit down again." He said after a moment and lead Harry back to the couch. Upon reaching it, they sat down once more with Harry leaning into the older man's side.

For a long time neither of them spoke. Silent tears were falling onto Remus' shoulder, soaking it, while he continued stroking Harry's back.

Hours seemed to pass by before Harry calmed down again enough to wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. Then he broke the silence first. "About what you said earlier... that you failed me..." He paused. "You didn't – fail me, I mean. It's not your fault."

Cushioning his head on his godfathers shoulder, he continued to lean on him. Then he explained quietly. "You aren't responsible for the things Greyback does. I don't blame you."

On an afterthought, he added. "And you shouldn't blame yourself." Next to him, he felt the air rush out of Remus in a relieved sigh.

"You have matured so much, Harry." Remus said after a moment. "Maybe too much." His voice had a sad ring to it.

Harry sighed, and, suddenly exhausted, rubbed his eyes. "If it's like you say then I can't do anything against it anyway so it's not worth it to complain. It's not like it'll change anything anyway. But things like those leave behinds marks..." He said, his gaze becoming distant and jaded with emotion.

Remus' heart ached painfully and all he wanted to do at the moment was to take his godson to some far away place and hide him from the world.

But he would never stand for it. He would never abandon his friends and let them suffer if he could help it. So all he could do right now was to always be by his side and help him as much as possible.

Remus was ripped from his distressing thoughts when Harry said sleepily.

"I sometimes wonder... this could have ended much worse..."

"What?" The movement of Remus' hand halted for a moment before it continued its comforting way over Harry's back. How could this have ended any worse? The son of one of his best friends was slowly turning into a werewolf!

Then, as the meaning behind Harry's words fully registered in his mind, a cold shiver ran down his spine and his heart lurched painfully.

Yes – but what more could have gone wrong? He could have been handed over, branded as property, tortured agonisingly until he would have choked on his own blood pathetically and left to die somewhere in the dirt, all alone!

He gritted his teeth and rubbed his temple, trying to stop his line of thought right there, and instead concentrated on the quiet mumblings that were spoken into his shoulder.

"... not hurt or anything and Greyback never handed me over to Voldemort and I'm not sure any more if he ever intended to..."

Another yawn escaped Harry's mouth and his eyes became heavy – finally the most recent events were catching up with him.

"...He even gave me strawberries." He continued, a small frown appearing on his face.

Oblivious to the sudden stillness of his godfather, he drifted of into a light slumber, his head resting on Remus' shoulder while the rest of his body was still leaning against the older man.

"Harry... oh." Forgetting what he was about to say, Remus watched the peaceful face of his charge. Despite the situation, a small smile stole onto his features at the sight.

"Hey, sleepy head..." He said quietly and gently shook him. "You should really go to bed."

"Don't want to." Harry whined and swatted his hand at him. His eyes were still closed and he cuddled deeper into his side.

Raising an eyebrow, an idea came into his mind and Remus grinned mischievously.

"Oh really? Then I just have to do this!" He exclaimed and began a sudden tickle attack.

Startled awake, Harry squeaked indignantly and leaped up from the sofa. Whirling around, he glared at Remus who couldn't suppress his chuckling.

"Okay I am going... no need to treat me like an eight year old!" Harry grumbled, scowling, and left the room. As soon as he had closed the door, he could hear the soft laughter of his godfather and it followed him up to his room, warming his heart.

After changing into his pyjamas, he closed the window and pulled down the thick covers of his bed. He slipped into his bed, shifted around for a moment and curled up on top of the soft mattress.

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A loud crash startled Harry awake and before he realised what was going on, he was sitting bold upright in his bed, his heart beating like crazy in his chest.

Looking around frantically, he noticed with relief that it had only been the sound of his rattling window shutters.

He scrunched up his face in confusion.

He was sure he had closed them before he had gone to bed so they must have reopened themselves somehow while he had slept.

Frustrated, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and got out of his cosy bed. He had been lying awake what had felt like countless of hours and had been staring at the ceiling, not able to sleep despite his exhaustion and instead had been repeating Hermione's and Remus' words over and over again inside of his head, hoping they would calm his frazzled mind so that he could finally go to sleep.

Slowly, he tiptoed through the dimly lit room to close the shutters again, the soft glow of the moon the only source of light that guided him towards the window.

He was halfway across the room when a gust of wind tickled over his neck, making his hair stand on end.

Harry stopped in his movements and raised his hand to his neck to cup it warily, looking around in the darkness again.

Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, he went over towards the window and closed the shutters, wincing at the loud noise in the silence.

Then he went back to bed, crawled under the thick covers once more and sighed contently, letting the comfortable warmth lull him back into a welcomed drowsiness.

Harry was nearly half asleep again when he was suddenly pressed into the mattress, a heavy weight settling over him. Hot breath ghosted over his ear and something rough, slick and wet ran over its shell, making hot and cold shivers rush down Harry's spine.

"Gotcha!" A dark, rumbling voice said playfully into his ear, making unpleasant goosebumps appear on his skin.

We're going to explain how a certain someone was able to bypass the Fidelius Charm in the next chapter so please, don't kill us!

1 If this doesn't make any sense at all... then we're sorry... but we suck at writing formal and scientific texts... so if you have no idea what this is about... please don't kill us and just let us know please!

2 We do know (well, more like, der-gestiefelte-kater knows because I dropped history...) that the title 'lord' and 'feudalism' don't necessarily belong together but we needed it to explain the concept. Please don't flame!

3 Again, we are aware that Sirius is Harry's godfather, but in our story Remus has taken on that role, though didn't mention how that came about. Might do that later on in the story if there is an opportunity.

4 According to Wikipedia, leshy is a male woodland spirit in Slavic mythology who protects wild animals and forests and grey wolves are there friends.
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