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Heart of Lies	By : bored137654 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 20652 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter One: Finding truth in a changing world

A lone figure was lurking in the shadows of a small forest. He had caught a sniff of a faint scent earlier in the week and had been tracking it since. It was still very faint, despite the fact that he was much closer than previously. But it was changing, growing a bit clearer for every second that passed. It would not be long now.

He flexed his muscles impatiently. It had been a long wait, a wait that had slowly driven him towards insanity. And now it was so close. He was close. So close to finding everything he had without even knowing been searching for, that every second was an agonizing torture after another. But he knew he had to wait. Just a few hours more.

~O~

He had once hated him. Hated him with all his heart for what he did to him. For what he turned him into. A monster, a beast that feasted on humans and whatever prey was available. No, despite popular belief, Fenrir had not always been that monster. It was all that man's fault. He never did find out said person's identity though. He just knew it was a male.

For years, he had tried to track the man who had ruined his life. The man who had attacked him, when he was out in the forest with his mother. His mother was killed off quickly and as the beast dug in on her body, Fenrir had whimpered, sadly turning the beast's attention towards him. He had tried to run, but the man, the monstrous creature, was too fast. Expecting to be killed, the confusion was great when he awoke the next day in the middle of the forest with nothing more than a few bite marks. He had just been a child, barely eight years old.

He had managed to find his way back to the village, and told his father about what had happened. At first, his father had not believed him, accusing him of having just run from his mother. But the bite marks on his son and his wife's cadaver had finally convinced him otherwise. And so began a hunt. Several people were innocently killed, just for resembling Fenrir's description of the predator. Though, as most werewolves were too fast to be caught, the innocently people that were killed for a crime they had not committed, were humans. Not that the humans could see the difference on any other occasion than full moon. And even then it was only if they had watched the transformation from human to wolf. So, the village had not realized the truth until it was too late.

Fenrir's life was normal from an outside perspective, what with the circumstances. The changes in him were seen as his way of coping with his loss and the traumatic experience of watching his mother's slaughter. However, his father was beginning to grow suspicious. He had kept quiet about the bite marks, making sure his son always hid them. For some reasons, he had felt he had to. He could not explain it. But then, he started to suspect they were more than just scars. And Fenrir's changes were making it hard to overlook his hunch.

Despite this, it was not until one night, about three weeks after his wife's death, during a full moon night, that he truly realized what was happening to his son. Fenrir had to run, when his father had taken one look at the wolf, before turning to get his gun. He never saw his father again after this.

The first few years were spent living on the streets of London, until one day when he met a werewolf who took him in and taught him how to control the wolf inside. The werewolf was like a mother to him, as she also reminded him of his lost one. She showed him the werewolf society that was hiding in the middle of muggle territory. At that time, it was not illegal for a werewolf to be living at such places. Fenrir also found out that he was a wizard. His mother had come from a Pureblood family, but had left Wizard society when she fell in love with a muggle. As there were no laws against werewolves at the time, he went to Hogwarts, graduating at the top of his year. He was quite the powerful young werewolf, and wizard too for that matter.

However, when puberty first hit, a deep bitterness came towards the werewolf who had turned him and stolen his life from him. He left the sweet mother wolf who had taken care of him, and began hunting for real after Hogwarts, only eighteen years old. He was ready to sacrifice his life if he had to, in search for revenge.

At twenty, when his hunt had led him to a small village in Germany, he got a letter from home. He had known the new Minister of Magic was quite the racist towards werewolves, and that he had made a lot of changes in the law, complicating their lives. But the forced castration of werewolves had killed many of their kind. Including Penelope, his werewolf mother. He had been heartbroken, before an even greater anger arouse within him. The humans would feel his pain. He would make sure they would not forget what they had done. He was going to show them and give them a taste of their own medicine.

And that he did. He returned to England, where he killed and tortured children and families, turned people he knew were against werewolves, or children of those people, and made life hell for many people for years to come. However, what he failed to realise was that the anger had not been as large had he not been slowly going insane. Not that anyone could blame him. With his past, he would have made an excellent candidate for any mental hospital. But what human psychologists would never realize, was that if he found his mate, as the wolf within had started craving for upon reaching maturity, his reign of terror could have been stopped or might never have taken place.

They say love can heal anything. And for werewolves, that is not just a saying, it is a fact. When a werewolf hit maturity, they slowly go insane, until they find their mate, upon which time, they slowly rebound back and eventually, even older wounds can begin to heal. But insanity can do a lot of things to someone and there are mistakes that can never be undone. And as for the mate, they can not be found until they reach maturity as well. Luck was not on Fenrir's side, as his mate had not even been born at the time.

~O~

Harry screamed. It was as if though thousands of knives were twisting and turning within him, as if someone was choking him, strangling him, drowning him, burning him alive and it was all happening at once. One second, he was quietly contemplating his fate and everything, and the next it was all drowning in a sea of pain. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

He clenched his watering eyes closed, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on his sheets. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the door to his room blast open, but he blacked out shortly after, just missing the growl and the person rushing up to his side. And he never felt the hand in his hair, or when the person gathered him into their arms protectively.

~O~

Fenrir had never found the man who condemned his life. He did however kill the Minister of Magic. Which was a mistake, as that only proved the point to the public, making it seem as if though werewolves really were one of the foulest creatures upon this earth. The collar the laws kept on them got tighter, and in the end, most of them left society, seeking the sanctuary of nature, where they had previously only stayed during full moon.

Many werewolves hated Fenrir and tried to take him on. No one ever beat him though. He was one of the strongest of their kind by that time, and because of this, he got followers, werewolves who wanted to join his pack. In the end, Fenrir was quite the king amongst wolves. Which is why it was hardly surprising when years later, Voldemort came knocking on his door. Or, well, cave.

He was promised his wolves would once again be a part of society and they would all get help finding their mates. Whilst that in itself was a promise that easily made his response turn into a yes, there was something else Fenrir could not explain that made him trust the Dark Lord. There was something within him telling him this person was important for his mate's future. Though, this was a thing Fenrir did not ponder on long enough to realize at the time. The year his mate reached maturity, was still too far in the future for him to be able to think clearly enough about things not revolving his pack. As the Alpha, his wolf could ignore the insanity for the purpose of his pack, his family.

So, the king of the wolves and his ever-growing pack fought for the Dark Lord. Until one day, when something changed. The Dark Lord changed. It was as if a spell had changed him, it was so sudden. Either way, Fenrir pulled out. And luck was that, because had he not done so, he would have put the werewolves in more trouble when Voldemort was defeated by the Potter-boy.

The years that followed, were mostly spent expanding his hidden kingdom. The Ministry were foolish, and thought that the werewolf population was decreasing, but so was not the case. Quite far from it. They had never been as many as they were now. Though his pack was quite spread over the world, to not attract too much attention, they were many. And they all followed him. He could get anything he wanted. Perhaps that was another reason for his insanity. An overgrown ego can do a lot of damage as well.

His life changed once again, when the Dark lord returned. This time, he seemed to be slowly turning back into the man he had been when they had first met. Besides his obsession to get rid of the boy who had defeated him last time. And what was one boy, if he could gain freedom for his kind? Thus, he joined him once more. However, as of late, the Dark Lord seemed to be quite distracted. Rumours said he had gotten back together with an old lover, but who knew what to believe these days. Fenrir couldn't think of anyone who would fall for a man with a face so much resembling a snake. Bellatrix, perhaps? She seemed insane enough.

Then, one day, he was hit by a scent. He had been told about this scent in his youth and he had heard about other people experiencing this, but as the years had passed, he had thought it would never happen to him. Yet, there it was. The scent that told him his mate would soon reach his maturity.

He left his kingdom in the trusted hands of his official Healer, a strong woman named Athena. She was old and wise, and had from the moment they first met almost been like a third mother to him. But she could never replace those that came before her. Nor could she lead the insane bloodlust and haze from him.

~O~

It had taken him three days to locate his mate. The day he found said mate, was the day before their seventeenth birthday. He had impatiently waited for midnight. Thursday, the last day of July, was growing closer by the second. He could hardly wait.

Looking up at the moon, he knew it was only moments away. A scream interrupted his thoughts and every part of his being told him to get to his mate's side. His mate was in pain and needed him. He growled and rushed forwards and into the house, feeling some faint wards crumble under his presence. Whoever made those did not intend them to last.

He finally reached the door the scent was leaking from, and anger filled him at seeing the many locks and the cat flap on it. He was once again growling, as he threw the door open and rushed to his mate's side. He knew his wolf was in control and telling him to protect his mate, but still the shock at seeing whom his mate was pulled at him, pushing it slightly aside. And yet, one look at the unconscious figure on the bed, and he knew he could and would give anything for this creature. Even his freedom or life.

Fenrir let his hands run through unruly black curls, a smile grazing his lips. He would keep him safe. However, considering who his mate was, he needed to get them both out of there and into safety. If he could just run in through the door, then who knew who could come in at any moment?

He mumbled the word Accio, and all possessions his mate had flew towards him. Shrinking them and putting them in his pocket, he lifted the boy up in his arms and ran until he could find a place he could Apparate from untraceably. He refused to think of the consequences of the Boy Who Lived being his mate for the moment. He'd deal with that later.

~O~

When they finally got to the house where their son were, all they could find was the Muggle family who was supposed to be taking care of him. All traces of Harry were gone. At first, the muggles had denied having ever heard of the boy, but when faced with wands and threats, and just a hint of Verita Serum, they had spilled the truth. Apparently, the boy had been gone since late Wednesday night or early on the Thursday morning. The current day being Friday, meant that the boy could be anywhere.

"And you didn't bother to look for him?" Voldemort asked the infuriating muggles, pinching his brow.

"Why would we? It was good riddance. We are only glad the freak is gone." Petunia Dursley sneered. An obvious mistake, considering Voldemort had his wand in his hand.

"My son is not a freak!" and a wand in her face was the reply that met Petunia, before a red coloured curse had her writhing on the floor in pain. When the curse stopped, she was panting for breath. "Now. Mind telling me the last time you saw him, or do you crave another round of that?"

"I'll tell you!" Petunia whimpered, shivering as she tried to sit up, pulling her legs tightly against her body. Lily had told her about this man, and she knew he was evil and she shouldn't say things that did not suit well with him, though the potion they had been forced to drink drew her answers from her mouth whether she wanted it or not. She did not understand why he had referred to Lily's son as his son though.

"Good choice." Voldemort smirked. He sat down on the couch and motioned for her to continue. "Speak."

"The last thing I know after he was sent to bed around ten, eleven maybe," she looked questioningly at Vernon, who merely shrugged, before continuing, "is that there was a loud scream. I… We were sleeping and we didn't check. When we awoke in the morning, he was gone." She eyed the wand in the man's hand with fear.

"You heard screaming and didn't bother to check on him?!" Severus roared, not believing anyone would be so heartless as to ignore another person who was in pain. The fact that this person screaming could be his son, as they didn't know if the scream was Harry's or someone else's, made the anger even greater. He was going to enjoy torturing and killing these muggles.

"Well, he… He often has nightmares, and… It wouldn't be the first time he was up to no good in the middle of the night." She didn't quite dare to say much more, as both wands were now trained on her. There were five other cloaked figures in the room, though they kept much more in the background, allowing their Lord to do the talking. She couldn't help but wish the freak was still here so she could give him to them, or so that he could save them. She didn't care if she was selfish and she didn't care if they killed the boy off. She just wanted her own family to be safe.

"Very well." The grip on his wand tightened, his lips a thin line. The Potion Master was itching to just kill the horse looking woman in front of him. But he knew that would do no good and it would make Dumbledore suspicious and at this time, he needed to be spying, if they wanted to win. Thus was avoiding suspicions very important, and therefore he would have to wait until they got back to the mansion to kill her. Sadly.

"Join the others upstairs and search the house for clues. Get everything that is his and bring it to the mansion." Voldemort turned to his men, who all nodded and left the room, joining those that were already spread out in the house.

"Mansion?" Vernon's head perked up at that. His greediness was always close to the surface, and if there were money involved, he wanted a part of it. He wasn't aware that he wouldn't live much longer.

"Yes?" Voldemort asked with an annoyed tone. "My mansion. Why? What is the matter?"

"N-nothing." Vernon's head lowered again. The serum was wearing off, luckily for him. He did not want to be put through what his wife had just been through.

"Smart move." Voldemort smirked.

"My Lord, we might have found something. It was in a drawer in the master bedroom." Lucius said as he descended the stairs. He held out an envelope to Voldemort.

"What is this?" Voldemort asked Vernon. The letter said with dark red letters that it was for Harry Potter. When the muggle didn't answer him immediately, he motioned with his hand, and Severus went up to him and forced him to drink more of the vile potion. Vernon spluttered and coughed.

"Speak. Answer my question." Voldemort growled, glaring at the pig-like man, making him shudder.

"Umm. That came for-for the fre… the boy the other day, despite me forbidding him to have his owl out when here." Vernon's forehead was shiny with sweat, as beads slowly trickled down his face. Voldemort sneered at him in disgust.

"If the letter was for Harry, why was this found in your bedroom?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He wanted to yell at him about the fact that no one could control the owls. If there was a letter they needed to pick up or get out, they would get to it no matter what. Foolish muggles.

"Because I took it. He had it coming for disobeying me." Vernon sneered, before slapping his hand in front of his mouth. Oh boy.

"He had it coming?!" Severus burst out, and almost threw a curse at the man, but was stopped by Voldemort's arms winding themselves around his waist and a whispered reminder in his ear of why they were there. To find their son.

"Lucius, will you please take Severus up to Harry's room," It might have been worded as a question, but it certainly wasn't one. He released his husband, Voldemort turned to the man again with a glare. He had a suspicion in his mind, but he wanted his husband out of the room before he asked to see if it was confirmed.

However, it seemed Severus had the same suspicion and glared at his husband and Stupefied Lucius, before the man had the chance to react. He trained his wand at Voldemort, when the man walked towards him, intent on removing him from the room. He was not going anywhere. Voldemort sighed, turning again towards the pig. Oh, wait, man. Upon a second glance, however, he changed his mind. Vernon Dursley was definitely a pig.

Deciding it was probably better to deal with the muggles and that particular set of questions later, Voldemort opened the letter and started reading. After having read just a few words, a frowned appeared on his face. Severus looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and walked up towards him, taking the letter from the Dark Lord and began reading. The other man continued reading over his shoulder. The letter was from Lily Potter.

A/N: Wow. 52 reviews and 36 rates? O.O THANK YOU! *hugs and cookies for all* I'm really glad this story got such positive response. I was so nervous about this one at first. Harry/Fenrir is my favourite pairing, and this is my first story with them. ^^;

Anyway, about this chapter! Voldemort and the Death Eaters did not simply use an Accio to locate Harry's things, because they are not controlled by their impulses, unlike Fenrir, and they know that Dumbledore is watching the house. Hence, they don't want to use magic towards the house or the people within it, whilst in the house at least. They do not know what type of monitoring spell Dumbles' using. Fenrir is controlled by his wolf, and a bit insane at that, hence he doesn't care. Besides, the Death Eaters spent time planning, Fenrir rushed in with nothing on his mind but his mate.

And on a second note, I wrote in ch 1 that it was three years ago that Voldy returned... But it's suposed to be 2, and I've went back and changed that. This story's present is taking place in 1997, as Harry's born 1980, and I went back and checked and Harry's birthday was a Thursday that year, so yeah, what Fen's thinking there is correct.

Also, for some reason, I imagine Fenrir being born in a village in the beginning of the 1900. So, umm, my take on werewolves is probably going to have them be immortal, cause I love the thought of eternal love. Or they will at lest have the ability to get REALLY old.

Ah well. I was hit by a feeling of d�j� vu when I was writing Fenrir's story (and, yes there will be more of his history later on, when he tells Harry about himself and his past)... Both from Twilight's Edward and Hannibal Lecter. Did you see it? I admit that I knowingly dragged the parallels towards Hannibal a little more when I noticed this at first. XD

Sorry for the long A/N, I felt like explaining a few things and so! ^^; I'm really grateful for each and every rate and review, so please keep them coming. ^^

Also, those who wants a mail for when I update this, give me your mail and I'll get to it! :)

Thanks for reading :)

IN THE NEXT CHAPTER: Lily's letter. Voldemort's reaction to having a son and that son being his former enemy. Severus' mother instincts awake. Harry wakes. And bunch of evilness! ^^

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