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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 13

He was nearly half asleep 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 the shell, making hot and cold shivers rush down Harry's spine.

"Gotcha!" A dark rumbling voice said playfully.

Harry's eyes shot open in panic and his frightened gaze met amber eyes that were glowing in the dark. Terrified, he opened his mouth to scream for help but before he could utter the smallest of sounds, a large hand covered his lips and stopped him from yelling.

The hulk of a man adjusted his grip on Harry's wrists and bent forwards, ragged breathing ghosting over his face. The smell of coppery blood and rotting meat rose to Harry's nose, making him dizzy with revulsion while bile rose in his throat at the disgusting mixture of the two.

Fighting to keep his senses, his eyes widened in shock when finally, he got a good look at his assailant.

How had Greyback found him? How had he been able to bypass the Fidelius Charm?

It didn't matter right now! All that mattered was to get away from the beast atop of him!

"Quiet, pup. And don't try anything stupid." Greyback threatened in a dark voice, piercing him with a sharp look.

Frozen, Harry watched Greyback stop momentarily and then lift his head as if listening to something out of Harry's range of senses. Concentrating for a moment, he was surprised to suddenly hear the clattering of pots, plates or other kitchen equipment.

Someone had to be in the kitchen!

Merlin! This was his chance! He had to get out of Greyback's hold and make it downstairs!

In a desperate attempt to free himself, he started to struggle, adrenaline pumping through his body at high speed.

But it was all in vain! The hold on his arms only intensified, gripping him almost painfully, and the hand over his mouth clamped down more forcefully, restricting his breathing and making his eyes begin to water.

He had to get out of here! Fast!

Kicking at the werewolf with his legs, Harry tried to hurt him somehow to distract him – it didn't need to be painful, all he needed was the moment of surprise!

But before he could do Greyback any harm, the other shifted his weight onto Harry's knees so that the strong bones pressed into his thighs, effortlessly holding his legs down.

Growing desperate, Harry ignored the excruciating feeling of the blood being stopped from circulating in his legs and instead bit down hard on the hand covering his mouth.

A surprised yelp escaped Greyback and he automatically loosened his hand somewhat. Not hesitating for even just a second, Harry jerked his head free and rammed it straight into the werewolf's with full force.

Cursing profoundly, Greyback lost his hold on Harry. Instantly, he used the other's momentary lapse of control to his advantage to pull his legs free and twisted out from under the heavy form.

Scooting over to the edge of the bed, he jumped down and set out for a run to the door.

But his freedom was only short-lived.

With a huge amount of force the werewolf slammed into his unprotected back effortlessly pushing him into the ground with his heavy weight.

Harry's breath was knocked out of him and black spots danced across his vision. Vaguely, he heard growling above him, but he was too busy trying to get some much needed oxygen into his lungs.

His attempts to get away from under the crushing mass grew more desperate and sluggish with every passing second.

Can't breathe...! He thought and gathered the last bits of his strength.

Harry braced himself and shoved his elbow up with as much force as he could muster. He winced when it collided with something hard and unyielding, but the grunt that reached his ears made up for it. And surprisingly, the weight on top of him eased and rolled away, too.

Hastily, he scrambled back up just to stumble over his own two feet while the room spun and his stomach lurched, leaving him disorientated and helpless. Desperate, he tried to grab for something to stabilize himself when he felt an arm closing around his waist that pressed him against something unrelenting.

His lungs ached and he closed his eyes as a wave of nausea washed over him. Taking a deep breath, he couldn't stop the coughing fit shaking his body.

So caught up in his misery, he barely registered the rough hand settling on the back of his head. Only when his hair was pulled roughly and his head was jerked to one side, baring his neck to the werewolf standing behind him, did he realise the position he was in.

"Got a death wish, pup?" Greyback growled close to his ear, and the arm around his waist tightened, pulling Harry's backside against his crotch. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the scent the other emitted and he froze in fear. Petrified, he had no other choice but to listen to the werewolf's ragged breathing on his neck, much to close for any comfort.

Suddenly, something cold fell down onto his shoulder, leaving a slick trail as it slowly made its way down his back.

He flinched, terrified and in disgust.

"Didn't know you liked it rough." Greyback said, his teeth grazing Harry's overheated flesh faintly. "Unfortunately your little stunt has caused quite the stir. Your little pet wolf is on his way."

"What do you want from us?" Harry hissed, the mention of Remus' name giving him courage.

"Don't worry. Just a little chit-chat between old friends." The werewolf said in mock-casualness, his sharp claws caressing Harry's scalp ever so lightly.

"Now, behave yourself and no harm will be done."

An instant later, Harry's bedroom door banged open, the lights flickered on and Remus, clad only in a dog-themed pyjama barged in.

"Leave him alone!" He shouted out of breath, his wand raised and the tip pointed at them.

"Stay where you are!" The monster hissed and Harry could feel the beast tense behind him.

"Remus!" Harry screamed, his struggles reawakening, but before he could do anything else, the claws holding Harry's head tightened, bruising the tender flesh. He winced in pain and tensed, careful not to move any further.

"Stop this stupid wand wavering, fucking retard!" Greyback snarled, irritation clear in his tone. His voice lowered threateningly and a dark and dangerous growl formed in his chest. "Or do you want to hit your precious pup accidentally?"

For a second, Remus looked surprised, but he recovered almost instantly and his face distorted into the same furious look as before, glaring daggers at Greyback.

Then, after what seemed to be decades, Remus lowered his wand reluctantly, his gaze shifting between Harry and Greyback every now and again. As soon as the wand pointed to the floor, Harry felt Greyback relax somewhat.

"What do you want, Greyback?" Remus spat.

"Now, now, got a hot spot for the little one, huh?" Greyback drawled but his arms tightened around Harry once again to an almost crushing grip.

"Get to the point, Greyback!" His godfather snarled indignantly.

"I want a meeting with your little club." Greyback said nonchalantly, catching both Remus and Harry off-guard.

An incredulous expression crossed Remus' face and he asked cautiously. "Why would you want to be in a room full of your enemies?"

"'Cause I can." Greyback replied, his voice full of arrogance, and Harry could almost hear the ferocious grin in the wolf's voice. For some reason, the desire to wipe it off of his face was becoming almost overwhelming.

"And you wouldn't dare to lift one fucking finger against me as long as I've got your precious boy-who-lived in my arms."

"You wouldn't dare!" Remus snarled angrily, his eyes blazing with hatred.

"Try me." Greyback challenged his seething godfather coolly and Remus' eyes narrowed at the provocation. His teeth clenched tightly and the vein on his forehead was about ready to pop. A deadly silence unfolded, making it hard to breathe. The arm around Harry had stiffened considerably and deep growling started to form in Greyback's chest. The beast's muscles were tense and he was ready to lunge at the other.

Remus cleared his throat before he lowered his eyes to the floor reluctantly, clearly not wanting to give in to the beast.

Greyback's growl subsided at the show of submission and an awkward silence settled over them.

"Now," Greyback broke the quiet, sounding pleased with himself. "Invite them in." He commanded.

Remus turned to the open door and as soon as he was distracted, Greyback forced Harry to move backwards.

"Play along." The beast murmured and paused in his step when the order members cautiously entered the room with their wands drawn and at the ready.

Harry could hear a few shocked gasps and terrified whispers of 'oh Harry', but the awkward position of his head stopped him from seeing who it had been.

"One wrong move." Greyback threatened and stared at them menacingly. Not letting them out of his sight, he slowly loosened his grip on Harry's head, his hand trailing down the boy's throat until his deadly claws reached Harry's aorta, tracing it.

"Now that we are all gathered so cosily in this very friendly atmosphere..." Greyback drawled, an evil glint in his eye.

"Leave Harry alone, bastard!"

"So insulting, I'm hurt..." Greyback replied in a tone that indicated clearly that he was not. "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to provoke the big bad wolf?" He paused for a moment as if to gather his thoughts.

Is the bastard teasing them? Harry thought, some traces of anger entering his mind at the notion. He became even madder knowing that in his current position, he couldn't do anything to help his friends.

He was as useless as a rag doll!

And then the beast continued in a mocking voice. "As I was about to say... before I got interrupted …" He pierced the accused with a dark look. "I can't be bothered to work with the fucking snake retard any longer so I offer you to work with me in the future." Greyback said arrogantly. "I give you 3 days to consider... my proposal."

A large grin spread over his face. "Ah and before I forget: For the time being I take this one with me. Until then."

Before anybody could comprehend the meaning behind his words, Greyback jumped at the closed window and tackled it with his shoulder. The glass shattered and the wood gave way to the huge mass, showering both Harry and Greyback with thousands of splinters, nicking and piercing the werewolf's skin.

Vaguely, Harry saw the shocked faces of his friends, frozen to the spot for the moment, before they leaped to the window.

Just before they could hit the ground, he was hurled around and swung over a broad shoulder. Then Greyback cushioned their fall, landing on his haunches, and Harry's head crashed painfully into the beast's back with the force of gravity.

But he didn't get time to recover. As soon as the beast had touched down, he set out in a neck-breaking speed, zigzagging his way towards the ward's borders.

Foggy-brained, Harry could hear shouting and saw lightning flying towards them. Someone screamed his name.

But before the curses could hit their target, Greyback sprung to the side, dodging them without any effort. The spells missed Harry only by a few inches and he squeezed his eyes shut.

Beneath him muscles tensed, the grip on his behind tightened, and the monstrous man jumped over the fence behind the house with an agility Harry hadn't known the werewolf possessed. They were still in mid-air when he felt the familiar pull behind his navel and they disapparated into thin air.

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With a hard impact Harry hit the ground. He moaned in pain when his stomach lurched.

He knew he was about to vomit but before he could try to calm down and regain his bearings, something hard collided with his chest and the wind was knocked out of him.

Squeezing his eyes shut in shock at the sudden impact, he felt the other body – Greyback's body! – push itself up and roll off of him with a groan.

God damn it! The brute was heavy!

His head hurt like hell and his body protested against any kind of movement.

How did he always end up in situations like these?

Gingerly pressing the side of his face into the wet dirt, he tried to get himself under control.

Easier said than done... He really hated side-along-apparation.

Next to him he faintly registered the movement of his once-again captor.

Why was it always him?

Opening his eyes, he blinked at his surroundings until the world came into focus.

Why couldn't the man just splinch himself into half or something? That would make things so much easier!

But of course he hadn't!

Life was so god damned unfair!

He was still fighting both nausea and dizziness when he noticed Greyback pushing himself up to his hands and knees and shaking himself like a wet dog.

Bastard!

Then Harry's eyes widened as he watched, transfixed, how splinters came out of the werewolf's skin, rained down onto the ground, and how his skin healed almost instantly.

Seriously?

A nudge on his shoulder startled him.

Looking up, he faced Greyback sitting on his haunches with a serious expression, his hand still outstretched.

"Up!" The werewolf growled. "We cannot stay here."

Harry gritted his teeth in annoyance.

The nerve of the bastard!

Slowly he pushed himself up into a sitting position and he clenched his fist.

Who did he think he was?

Lifting his arm, he slammed his fist into the unsuspecting werewolf's face with a satisfying crunch.

Disbelieving, Greyback touched his nose and fingered the broken bone while blood was trailing out of his nostrils.

"God damned little fucker!" He growled lowly before he made a jerky motion with his hand and straightened his nose.

A sense of dread pooled in Harry's gut while he watched the other in morbid fascination.

Slowly the beast looked up with a murderous glint in the cold amber eyes.

He was so dead!
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