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Starcrossed Fate
By : Cyan_Lycan
Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
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- 2-Dawn of the Werewolf
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-CHAPTER TWO: Dawn of the Werewolf-

Harry’s head pounded with a rush of blood that roared in his ears, he groaned woozily and squeezed his already shut eyes tighter closed. His entire body was aching and his bones burned as though they were on fire. What was wrong with him? Harry groaned softly and took a steadying breath, his hands reflexively bunched handfuls of his covers and he inhaled the sweet, fresh scent of clean linen.

His headache diminished somewhat and the boy continued to breathe deeply, calming his hurting body with each inhalation. Slowly and carefully Harry opened his eyes, surprised to find himself in his room, the curtains pulled closed and the lamp on his bedside table casting its orange hues across the bedroom walls. With a quick intake of air Harry’s memories flooded into awareness and he sat up straight in his bed, the covers bunching at his waist. With out thought the boy pulled back the blankets and checked his throbbing leg, expecting to see a bullet wound embedded in his flesh, instead there was a large gash just below his left knee, it had been cleaned, showing the torn skin around the wound. Harry’s blood clotted thickly over the slash and was dark crimson. He hadn’t been shot!

“Was I bitten?” the boy mused out loud and touched his fingertips to the angry looking scab, it smarted and he hissed a breath through his teeth. Deciding not to self-torture himself Harry left the injury alone and stretched his back, hearing a satisfying crack that immediately made him feel more awake. He was relieved that he was in the safety of his room and not in some dark street facing down a wolf however the stirrings of unease held tight to his lungs and Harry wondered frantically if everyone else was alright – if Ron was still alive.

Swinging his legs out of bed Harry stood, ignoring the sharp pain that bit at his injured leg, he had more pressing matters to deal with. The boy hastily stumbled to the door, his jeans unraveling at the legs to fall passed his knees, Harry frowned at the tear in the left leg – these were his favourite pair of pants.

Panting from the strain to get down the stairs Harry stopped midway and gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles turning white. His leg was being a bitch and with every step his muscle tightened and cramped on him, causing the boy to writhe in pain. His laboured breathing caught in his chest when he heard the swell of voices from the kitchen, eyes wide and palms sweaty, Harry clambered down the remaining stairs as stealthily as possible.

The wooden door was thin enough for Harry to hear passed and the boy pressed his ear up to the surface, holding his breath and listening carefully. He wasn’t quite sure why he was eavesdropping; perhaps it was the secretive murmur of the voices behind the door, or the occasional chair being roughly pushed back across the tiled floor.

“– can’t be sure, Lily.” His father was saying, his voice rumbling deeply as the man kept his sound down; Harry pressed his slight body closer. The unmistakable noise of a coffee cup hitting the table top caught Harry’s ears and then his mother spoke up.

“Might be best…just to be certain, we don’t know for sure.” Harry’s dark brows furrowed deeply, try as he might he couldn’t hear every single word said. His mother’s voice in particular was difficult to catch for it was light and hushed.

A chair being adjusted and scrapped across the ground made Harry freeze, hoping they weren’t coming his way. “We’ll have to keep an eye on him, Lily – don’t want to panic…may have just been a wolf.”

“Of course it was a bloody wolf,” Harry mouthed noiselessly, “it wasn’t a big dog!”

“– should take him to the hospital, James. You know who it was.”

Who what was?

“Not tonight, let him rest…check him out tomorrow and see what I can do.”

Suddenly the scrapping sound of chairs and identical sighs sounded and Harry scampered away from the door, hobbling unsteadily on his feet and hoping to put some distance between the door and himself. The kitchen door swung open on its hinges and Harry turned as casually as he could to regard his parents. His mother’s face looked shocked for a fraction of a second before splitting into a huge smile, one that made Harry’s heart swell and burst with contentment.

“Harry, sweetie, I thought you’d still be asleep. How are you feeling?” Lily asked gently and took hold of Harry’s wrists, her thumbs soothing comforting patterns over his skin. His father nodded and gave Harry a lopsided grin, however, his hazel eyes gave away the concern he so nonchalantly pushed aside. Harry shrugged. Truth be told he felt like crap.

Frowning his mother tugged him toward the kitchen, “how about some tea to settle your nerves?” she offered and didn’t wait for a reply before getting to work boiling the jug, Harry slumped down at the table. From the doorway Harry noticed his father staring intently at him, feeling rather self-conscious under the unwavering gaze Harry scratched at the back of his neck and coughed. James dropped his eyes and watched his wife busy herself.

The room was thick with tension and Harry couldn’t place why that was. His throat bubbled with the many questions he wanted to pose, but he kept silent and fiddled with the edge of the table, watching his bitten nail pick at the polished wood. “Don’t scratch at the table, Harry,” chided Lily quietly and placed down his cup of tea, the warm liquid steamed and smelt sweet and sugary. “Drink up, bubby.” Harry flicked his eyes to his father and watched a crooked, half smile tug the man’s lips upwards at the pet name.

Taking one long, scalding gulp from the cup Harry swallowed and was thankful for the hot trail the liquid left down his throat, it warmed him and he felt calmer. “What happened to, Ron?” he asked suddenly, catching his parent’s off guard. Lily swallowed her sip of her own tea but James bet her to the answer.

“Just a nasty bite to his arm, Molly and Arthur took him to the hospital.” His father looked uncomfortable and Harry’s stomach twisted itself into a ball, he let out a whoosh of air through his nose. Poor Ron, he was the only one who had the guts to stand up to the wolf.

Taking another large mouthful of his tea Harry steadied his thoughts, “And everyone else? They got away okay, right?” he was aware of how young and afraid he sounded and winced inwardly. He was seventeen; he shouldn’t sound like a frightened seven year old. His mother reached across the small table and grasped his hand in her own.

“Everyone else is alright, bubby. A bit shaken up, but that is expected.” The swirling feeling of dread loosened in his chest and he felt better, his mother’s calm gaze and warm touch helped also. “You should get some sleep, it’s late.”

Harry nodded his agreement, only realizing how sleepy he was feeling, “I got bitten.” It wasn’t a question, moreover a statement and his mother nodded, her eyes sad, lines appeared around her frowning lips and she adverted her stare. Harry was confused at her reaction. Surely a bite wasn’t so bad. It hurt like hell, but it wasn’t like he had been mangled or killed.

“Bed time, champ.” His father said firmly and helped Harry to his feet, ignoring the boy’s protest about his half full tea cup.

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Starcrossed Fate	By : Cyan_Lycan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 10600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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