Punishment | By : Holly Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 91201 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 23 |
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A/N 1 I thought I would let you all know now that it is doubtful there will be any updates in November. I am going to be taking part in national writing month, which means producing a 50,000 word piece in a month, which means averaging 1666 words per day. Unfortunately I doubt that will leave me time to write my fic. I may post sporadically during the month if the muse takes me but don’t expect anything too large unless I can get a significant amount done this month. Anyone who would like to join in the website is http://www.nanowrimo.org
A/N 2 I had a review today which asked why it was taking so long to get to the climax of the story. Firstly I would like to say thank you for thinking that I am drawing out the story, I thought I was rushing it! As I have said before this story had changed quite a lot since I first started it. I hope it is better than my original plan but I guess we will never know. I am sorry for getting bogged down in pack politics but I promise we will get back to Harry soon. Now in fact!
Harry opened his eyes slowly, and tried to sit up. His entire body was heavy and uncooperative, like hands were pushing him down on to the bed. He decided not to fight it and allowed his body to go limp against the pressure. Fighting made everything worse, it was best to let everything happen, even if it wad bad, that way you never expected good. The world around him was a mass of blurry dark shapes, looming downwards at him. Strange noises moved around him, voices perhaps, too distant for him to pick out any words but they sounded angry, shouting voices mingling into one mass of unintelligible noise. He felt the fear rise in his gut. The were coming for him, they were going to do it again. His mind was gripped with terror as ghosts of memories played their way across his vision. He closed his eyes again, screwed them shut to block out the monsters around him. He tried to pull his body up again but it refused, the pressure on his chest and shoulders becoming unbearable, snatching the air from his lungs. He struggled for breath, his heartbeat speeding out of control. The cold engulfed his body again, like a wave of water splashing down on him. The weight became worse as it pushed down on him. His breaths came in harsh pants as his body gave out and tumbled into unconsciousness.
***
Fenir emerged from his hut in search of wood. Claw and Ram had left some time earlier to organise foraging and hunting. The game was scarce and would be until the spring, but there was still some smaller animals and the occasional weakened deer to hunt, any stronger animals were left alone to replenish the forest in the months to come. The village was silent and an icy fog hung low on the village, freezing everything it touched. Fenir blew on his hands to warm them before pulling a fur closer around his torso. He had some building to do before his hut would be ready to receive his mate and children, he would need a new bed and the pups would soon be too big for their basket, especially as they refused to be parted. He had hoped he would be able to get both the bed and crib finished in around an hour but this cold snap might delay his plans. Any wood he found would be almost frozen and there was more need for heat in his hut than a bed, at the moment. He decided to check on Harry and the pups before heading out. He moved quickly towards Lemmy's hut, not wanting ti be out in the cold any longer than possible. He rushed past the fabric door and in to the hut.
"Close the door! You are letting all the heat out!" Lemmy was kneeling on the floor with Wren, covering her up with furs to keep the cold out, the poor little girl looked like she was about to drown in clothing.
"If it is going to be this cold for the rest of the season I think we are going to have to think about better doors. It'll get colder when winter hits." Lemmy looked up at him.
"I think you're right. I am probably going to have to start the fire in here soon. I like to avoid it as long as possible, I have seen one too many huts burn to the ground not to mention how stuffy it gets."
"Not if you are careful. How's Harry doing? And the pups?" Lemmy gave him a soft smile.
"Good to see you have your priorities right now. For what it's worth I think you did the right thing. All three of them are going to need you more than we do."
"Thank you."
"There's been no change in Harry. He is still sleeping. The pups woke up a little while ago but decided not to stay awake long, can't really blame them. I wish I could sleep the day away." Fenir moved over to the bed and knelt down beside it.
"Is that normal? For the pups, I mean. They seem to be sleeping a lot." Lemmy gave a small laugh.
"That's all pups do for the first week or so, eat, poop and sleep. Not such a bad life!" Fenir joined his laugh as he stroked his hand down Harry's sleeping face. He recoiled his hand as if he had been bitten.
"Shit, Lemmy, he is freezing!" Lemmy raced over and held his hand to Harry's forehead.
"I don't understand! He has enough blankets! He should be boiling!"
"Cover him up more, I will be right back." Fenir raced out of the hut and ran quickly across the village towards Maya's hut, running in without knocking. "Come quickly. It is Harry." Maya threw a couple of blankets around herself and Pelim and ran out after him. They arrived quickly and Maya immediately passed Pelim off to Lemmy.
"What's wrong with him?"
"I can't seem to get him warm! He looked so peaceful and he had so many blankets I didn't check when it started getting cold! He's not even shivering!" Maya checked him over, careful not to over cover him too much.
"Fenir, go to my hut and take the bed from in there into yours, try and keep it as warm as possible. Once you are there uncover your chimney and start up the winter fire, then come back here." Fenir leapt to do as he was told, running out of the hut like he was on fire.
"Come on, Lemmy, we have to get him ready to move."
"Move?! You want to take him out there? It is freezing!" Maya turned to his friend.
"Look, right now I have not a clue why he is so cold, he doesn't have a fever or the sweats or anything like that. All I know is that the only thing I have seen bring him out of this is being around Fenir so that is what we are going to do! Now help me find some more clothes to keep him warm out there."
"I think you're mad but you're the healer." Lemmy ran out of the hut to gather furs from the other huts.
Fenir placed the wood down in the clearing in the centre of his hut. His fire pit hadn't been used before so it might be smoky at first. He cleared the cover from his chimney and quickly lit the fire to try and heat the hut. No wolf enjoyed being inside, at heart they were wild animals as much as they looked human, but in the winter they were forced to take shelter against the growing cold. He had never known an autumn day like this before, the leaves hadn't even completed their fall and yet it was like the depths of winter, especially after the unseasonably warm they had had just a week ago. The world around them was going haywire.
The hut around him warmed up nicely as the fire grew steadily. He moved all of the furs from his sleeping corner to throw on the bed but as soon as he touched them he knew they were no good. They were frozen solid and would take time to thaw so he placed them closer to the fire to warm. He took the fur from round his shoulders and placed it on the bed hoping that his body warmth would be enough. Looking around his hut to see if there was anything else he could do to make it warmer, seeing nothing he ran, bare shouldered, from the hut and out into the freezing morning.
***
Harry couldn't move. The ice penetrated every part of his body, locking him into his frozen tomb. He could feel himself slowly dying, his limbs becoming numb, his heartbeat slowing and his breathing becoming quieter. Part of him still fought against the hopelessness, trying in vain to keep his body alive, but the rest of him just let it happen, relishing the chance to finally rest. His mind drifted away from the world, floating away from pain and suffering, into the void. He knew this place, he had retreated here before, when things became too much for him he came to this place of nothingness. No one could get to him here, nothing could hurt him.
"You don't want to do that, Harry." the voice came from nowhere, seeming to echo off his skull repeating itself in an endless melee. It was a familiar voice, calm and soft, lulling him. "You want to live, don't you, Harry? It is time to come back to me." the darkness around him was suddenly filled and he was surrounded by a dark forest landscape. He remembered this place, though why he didn't know. He noticed a small tent to one side. His legs, unbidden, moved towards it. He seemed to pass other tents as he moved, ones that hadn't been there before, or had they? He didn't know anymore. The forest was coled ice crawling up trees, turning the leaves around him brittle, but his steps didn't make a sound against the crisp ground. He walked into the tent to see Remmy sitting upright on the floor, he was arched over, cradling something on his lap, rocking it slightly backwards and forwards, mumbling to it. "Don't let them win, Harry. Come on, puppy, wake up." Harry moved around the hut until he could clearly see Remmy and what he was shielding. Laying across his lap was Harry, beaten and bloody. Harry remained calm, unemotional, as he look over his broken body. He was completely naked, blood smudges covering his body, finger smudges, his face was a mess of black and blue, swollen up until it was almost unrecognizable but he knew who it was, remembered this night. He remembered the victory they had won over Voldemort’s forces, could feel the heat as his friends set fire to the homes of villagers who had accepted vampires into their midst but mostly he felt the pain as he was punished for rescuing a fledgling girl from her burning home. She had been so small, cowering in the corner of the house her parents had just finished building before they were cut down in front of her. He couldn’t leave her there to die, watching her parents bodies slowly turning to ash. “I am going to get you way from this, my pup, even if I have to go The Dark Lord himself, I am going to save you.” Remmy cradled his body closer, pulling him upwards until their chests met. “Please come back to me.”
Suddenly Harry was no longer watching, his body was in agony as he looked into Remmy’s watery amber eyes. “Remmy?” his voice was croaky and rough, exhausted from screaming
“Puppy? Oh thank Mother you are awake!” He was pulled upwards again into a hug. “Don’t ever do that to me again. I was so worried!”
“I had to do it, Remmy, she was so small. I couldn’t let her die.”
“I know, my puppy, I know.” Remmy was now rocking him backwards and forwards. They slipped into silence, Remus slowly rocking him, reassuring himself that his pup was still alive. Slowly he was raised from the ground and placed on a small rickety bed. “You need to get some sleep, to heal. Everything will be fine in the morning.” Harry closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again with as much vigor as he could manage.
“It is dark there, Remmy, and cold. Why is it always so cold?”
“Shhhh, I will warm you up.” Remmy climbed into the bed beside him, pulling his body flush against Harry and wrapping his arms around him. “See all nice and warm now. Shall I tell you a story?” Harry nodded slowly, his cheek pressed up against the bed. “Once upon a time in a forest there lived a small pack of wolves. They were only a small pack but they were happy. Their doms were great hunters and their Alpha was cleaver and strong. The subs of the pack were content with their lives, caring for their pack, all except one, the prettiest of all the subs.” Suddenly Harry was no longer in his body. He stood and watched the two figures lay together ramshackle bed, Remmy slowly running his fingers through his hair. “She longed for her mate, who was not among the doms of the pack. True, the doms were amazing men, strong and handsome, but none of them were her mate, her one and only...”
***
“Come on, Harry. You need to come back to me.” Fenir pulled his mate’s back closer to his bare chest. Harry was like a block of ice, possibly colder than the world around them. Fenir used his body to cover as much of Harry as he possible could, pulling the furs closer around the two of them. The fire was burning merrily in the pit, reflecting it’s light on to the walls. Fenir felt a little warmth spread slowly into Harry’s fingers, he pulled him tighter and rested his face against the side of Harry’s. He could do nothing now but wait and hope that his mate would come round but the small warmth was encouraging. “You know I never thought I would feel this way about anyone. You are so perfect I couldn’t even dream of you.” Fenir took a deep breath. He had never spoken so frankly as he had today but it felt so right to be bale to share with his mate even if he was unconscious. “When I was younger I didn’t even think about taking a mate, things were too hectic and I was so young and then there was Namile to avoid. I tell you it was one of the best things that ever happened to me when she first saw Claw as something more than a boy she could push around.” Fenir laughed a little. “I hope one day I can introduce you to them properly but then I also can’t wait to have you all to myself. I have so much to learn about you and you about me. And then there is the pups. You can’t leave them all alone, that is why you have to come back to me, Harry.” Once again the prone body was pulled closer, emotion welling up inside the large Alpha, not wanting to let go. A small hand clasped around his thumb and gripped. Fenir raised his head “Harry?” His body began to shiver as awareness slowly leaking in. “Harry, are you there?” He turned his mate over to face him. His eyes were screwed shut, his teeth chattering silently, his lips almost blue.
“So cold.” The voice was raspy and stuttered but alive.
Fenir smiled and pulled his mate into his arms. “Yes, Harry, I will warm you up though.” He began rubbing his arms up and down his mate’s sides, creating heat from the friction. “You’ll be fine in a minute, once we get you all all warmed up.” Harry opened his eyes slightly and looked quizzically at Fenir. Fenir moved backwards, still rubbing his hands up and down, to take a better look at his mate. The colour had begun to gradually return to his face, the pink of his cheeks, the red of his lips and the sparkling forest green of his eyes. Fenir’s eyes filled with unshed tears. He moved his hands to his mate’s chin, angling it upwards gently before covering his face with kisses. “Thank the Mother you are alive.” He gathered the small sub into his arms squeezing him tightly. "Thank you." Harry looked upwards at him, reaching his hand to stroke slowly along Fenir's stubbled cheek. Fenir returned his look, his face relaxed allowing a small smile to form on his lips. Harry's eye brightened as his won smile reached them.
"Warm" his voice was less cracked and lower. He lowered his head and rested into the embrace.
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