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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 25 - Brownies
It had hardly been Draco's best Christmas to date, but he had at least had a surprisingly lovely Christmas day with his mother and Brax. Though, the already limited festive spirit had been ruined somewhat when he had been summoned and been left with no choice but to make his way towards the dining room to speak with the Dark Lord.
It was a meeting that had gone surprisingly well, if Draco was honest with himself, and that alone was enough to leave him feeling rather shaken by the whole experience. He was taking deep controlled breaths to calm himself as he walked through the thankfully empty halls of Malfoy Manor, back towards Brax's nursery where he had been staying, with his mother and brother.
Draco had so much to tell his mother, he wasn't even sure where to start. He had been putting off talking to her about what Dumbledore had implied with regards to his godfather, not wanting to get her hopes up, but now he didn't feel he could do that anymore, not with the additional orders from the Dark Lord. He would tell her everything, he decided, as he paused in the corridor outside the nursery.
Pushing the door open, and feeling the wards shift around him as they recognised him and permitted him entry, Draco braced himself for the inevitable relieved embrace from his mother. It seemed pretty amazing that he had been home for about a week and the two of them had not found the privacy or time to talk. Between the crazy psychopath that was the Dark Lord, the tyrant his father had become, and the head case that was his aunt, along with his reluctance to ruin Christmas day, there just hadn't been the right moment. But now that he had made the decision to tell her everything, he found himself almost buzzing with the anticipation of it.
As he had expected, Narcissa pulled him into a tight hug the moment he had stepped into the room and closed the door. "Mum, listen, we should talk," Draco said softly, looking over her shoulder and taking note that his little brother was sound asleep, safely in his crib.
"What is it, my dragon?" she asked, pulling back from their embrace and holding him by the shoulders.
"Before I tell you… there's something else," Draco began, thinking that he should probably start with how he knew that Severus was alive rather than just jumping in with that particular bit of information.
"What did he ask of you?" she questioned a look of fear in her eyes as she imagined the terrible things the Dark Lord might have asked of her older son.
"Nothing I can't handle," he assured her, taking her by the hand and leading them both over to sit on a sofa. The Dark Lord's order to get to know Harry and sway him to their cause had not been at all what Draco had been expecting, but that was not the key thing he wanted to talk to his mother about, at least not the first thing. "I will get to that, but what I was going to tell you was that the headmaster asked to speak with me just before I came home."
"Dumbledore? What on earth for," Narcissa asked. "He hasn't… oh no… he figured out something was wrong, didn't he?" Draco nodded his head. "What has he asked you to do?" she asked; Narcissa wasn't sure that the things that Dumbledore would ask of her son would be any better than those that Voldemort would demand.
"He wants me to befriend Harry actually," Draco admitted, still rather stunned that twice he had been set the same task, each time by people on different sides of the war. "But there was something else he said that you need to know."
"Something else?"
"Yes, you remember that Severus took Harry… well Dumbledore all but told me that Severus wasn't dead. He didn't name him or anything or say it outright, he just said that Harry's kidnapper was under some form of curse to make him suffer but he is alive; but I don't think that Harry knows this."
"And he wants you to befriend Harry?" Narcissa questioned, surprised by the odd demand, surely if Dumbledore had talked Harry into attending Hogwarts… but maybe the boy's loyalty was not so easily earned and the headmaster needed Draco to keep him informed on what would really be going on with Harry.
"Yes, which is actually rather convenient," Draco admitted, "seeing as that is what the Dark Lord has asked me to do as well," he explained.
"Wait and Severus isn't dead?" she exclaimed, realising what Draco was telling her. He had been so sure when he had told her what Harry had said to him, but now there was a chance that her old friend might still be alive.
"No, apparently not," Draco said. "The spell that Dumbledore told me he is under…" he shook his head at the thought of it, "... it sounds terrible beyond belief. I wish we could help him, but I can't see how that would be possible. I will probably tell Harry, not least because that will help me win his favour…"
"But who are you doing it for, the Dark Lord or Dumbledore?" Narcissa asked curiously, looking to her eldest son imploringly.
"I'm doing it for you and Brax, Mum," Draco told her, clasping her hand in his own. "I don't care what either of them want, beyond what they can do to help you two. Dumbledore seems to be able to offer sanctuary but I don't trust him and, to be honest; Harry didn't seem to either, when I met him, but I could be wrong."
"Sanctuary?" Narcissa questioned.
Draco nodded. "If we can get you out of here then Dumbledore will keep you safe, protect you and Brax," he explained. "I am not sure how safe it will be but I was given no choice in agreeing to help Dumbledore either way, so I will leave the decision on that one up to you."
"I shall consider it, my dragon, but at least I know what is going on while I am here," Narcissa pointed out. While sanctuary sounded appealing in theory, she was sure that it would just mean being hidden away, where she would know nothing of what was going on and probably even kept in the dark about what was happening with Draco. If her and Abraxus' safety was in Dumbledore's hands then there was no telling what the man would manipulate Draco into doing.
"You can't stay here as some kind of... spy," Draco told her in exasperation. He had been trying desperately to get her and Brax out and now she was talking like she was going to choose to stay.
"It is not as simple as just leaving, Draco," she tried to explain. "Do you think we will ever be safe while the Dark Lord is still alive? I can give you information, maybe even something that will help Harry defeat him."
"Mum, this is madness," Draco pleaded, "why would you risk this?"
"I know you don't remember, but your father was a good man once; I still want to give him a chance."
"A chance?" Draco asked, unable to hide the disgust on his face. He had seen and felt how much of a 'good man' Lucius Malfoy really was. Draco would never forgive him for hurting his mother, nor for hurting him; he was still determined never to let him have a chance to hurt Brax. "Mum, do you not think he has had every chance he deserves and more?"
"We would be hunted if we left," Narcissa pointed out. She knew there would be no convincing Draco to change his mind about his father, but she had to get him to understand that she couldn't leave, not yet. "Here we are just ignored, not even important enough to spare a thought for; for now I believe we are safer here, but it is good to know we will have somewhere to seek refuge should we need it."
"I can't condone this," Draco told her adamantly, before sighing at the determined expression she was wearing, "but I know I won't change your mind either. If this is what you feel you need to do then fine but promise me something."
"What, my little dragon?" Narcissa said, giving him a soft smile. She really was proud of her boy; he was so strong and brave; he was a better man than she had dared hope he would ever be.
"If there is any hint that anyone suspects what you're doing then you leave, you take Brax and you go. I'm still trying to fix the damn cabinet but you need to find a way, Mum. Don't put yourself or Brax in danger, please," Draco pleaded.
"I will keep Abraxus safe darling, I would never put him in danger," she said softly, trying to comfort her son, however it didn't escape his notice that she didn't include herself in her words. Draco hated that his mother didn't value herself enough to save, however he did value her and he knew that Brax needed her, hell he still needed her.
FGHP
There were only eight days left before the young pups were leaving for Hogwarts. They all knew that they had to be at Kings Cross Station to catch the eleven o'clock train on the third of January. However, no one wanted to acknowledge that fact; everyone was still in good spirits from Christmas Day the day before despite the 'family drama', as Clay had so unhelpfully put it.
When Harry awoke on Boxing Day, he was rather amused to see that Clayton had fallen asleep wearing the bright blue crash helmet; it seemed as if he had carried through on his threat to start wearing it all the time to stop people clipping him round the ear. Harry suspected even such extreme measures wouldn't be able to prevent such a thing.
At some point during the night, Harry had gone from being snuggled face first in the soft blonde curls that adorned the Alpha's chest to having his large mate curled around his back, the large erection rubbing against his arse. Thinking of no better way to wake up the Alpha male, Harry wiggled, grinding himself against the already straining erection as he cuddled closer to his mate. Large, strong arms tightened around him as a groan escaped from the Alpha's lips as a large hand travelled down the submissive teenager's body to caress the hardening length through the denim.
As large hands began to gently squeeze and stroke, Harry had to bite down on his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning, which became even more difficult as he felt his mate's lips upon his neck, softly nipping at sensitive skin, catching it between his teeth and sucking. Fenrir never could get enough of claiming his little mate, marking him as his own so that everyone knew that he was not to be touched.
"Fen…" Harry said, the name escaping on a soft, whispered sigh as the teenager pushed his hips forward to meet his mate's grip, desperate for the friction that he needed to reach his orgasm. The low, soft sound of his mate laughing made his stomach tingle with arousal.
"You started this, little one," Fenrir reminded him with a soft growl and a nip to his jaw, clutching tightly at the throbbing erection, wishing that there were no barriers between them but knowing that Harry wouldn't feel comfortable being anymore undressed with the rest of the pack around them.
"You'd better finish it then," Harry said cheekily, wiggling his arse against the Alpha's erection again, as he reached down and took hold of Fenrir's hand, encouraging him continue with his movements.
With only one hand, Fenrir managed to pop open the button to Harry's jeans. Pushing his way inside, his large hand wrapped around Harry's slender cock, stroking it. Harry had to bite down on his lip hard to stop himself from crying out, his teeth sinking in so hard that he tasted a metallic tang on his tongue. Using his free hand, Fenrir tilted his little mate's head back and claimed his lips in a searing kiss, his strokes becoming faster but the Alpha wolf swallowed all the moans and gasps of pleasure as Harry neared his completion, knowing that his little one wouldn't want to draw attention to what they were doing.
It was a good job the Alpha had a firm grip on his little mate, because as Harry edged close to his orgasm he seemed to be struggling to stay still. It stroked Fenrir's ego beautifully to watch the younger werewolf come apart in his arms, under his touch, just like this. The whole sight and feel of Harry pressed against him, the slender erection held in his firmly jerking hand, was almost threatening to tip him over the edge too, without even a touch.
Almost, but not quite, he had more control than a fifteen year old, after all. He felt the moment Harry's climax hit him, by the way his little mate's body tensed and spasmed against him, Harry spilling himself between them. He nipped at his little mate's lip before breaking the kiss to look into the wide, dilated green eyes that were staring up at him.
"Erm… thanks," Harry said with his cheeky grin.
"You're welcome," Fenrir grunted, kissing at the purpling mark on Harry's neck, holding his little mate's relaxed body in his arms.
"I'm just going to get washed up now," Harry said, still grinning as he started to struggle out of his mate's grip. Fenrir however had other ideas, stopping the teenager from escaping and turning him so that they were facing one another.
"Little one…" Fenrir said, glaring at Harry. He was quite certain that his little mate knew all too well that he was still hard and aching between them.
"Was there something you wanted some help with there, my Alpha?" Harry said, his grin growing impossibly wider as he pressed himself forward so that his leg was against Fenrir's erection, drawing a groan from the Alpha, which he tried to hide by burying his face into Harry's unruly mop of hair. "I guess you have a bit of a problem, Wolfie."
Fenrir let out a low growl as Harry's leg continued to rub against his erection. "You know, you just have to ask nicely it there is something you want, Fen," the little submissive told him, still smiling up at him. The Alpha was completely baffled about how his little one could managed remain looking so innocent whilst frotting against him, teasing him.
Humouring his little mate, Fenrir leaned forward so that his lips brushed across Harry's ear as he whispered, "I want to feel your lips around me." His voice was a deep growl, filled with arousal.
"Here?" Harry asked, as he looked around at their pack mates who were all still sleeping soundly.
"You said to ask," Fenrir stated.
"I said ask nicely, actually," Harry corrected, looking particularly happy with himself. "So I would need to hear the word please." He thought that he was fairly safe with that one, the Alpha wouldn't reduce himself to begging, not even for a blow job.
"I want you to please me with your lips," the Alpha whispered into his mate's ear, grinning with smug satisfaction. If his little submissive wanted to tease, then two of them could play that game.
"Fen…" Harry said, laughing quietly as he rested his head against his mate's large chest. "I didn't just mean work please into a sentence." He was admittedly a little impressed that the Alpha had managed to twist his own words back on him like that; he knew that Fenrir was a lot smarter than he liked to pretend to be most of the time.
"I kept up my end of the bargain, now time to keep yours, little one," Fenrir said with a hint of amusement in his beautiful golden eyes.
"You're serious?" Harry questioned, looking at his mate in surprise. He had always intended to help Fen deal with his rather large issue but not like this; he realised that he wasn't completely against the idea however.
"If you dare," the Alpha said, the challenge obvious in his voice.
"You think I wouldn't?" Harry asked rising to the challenge that the Alpha's tone implied while still rubbing his leg up against Fenrir's straining erection. He didn't actually want to be caught giving his mate a blow job but the idea that he might be was definitely a bit of a thrill, even if he wouldn't admit that to the Alpha.
Fenrir said nothing, but waited for Harry to make his choice. He wouldn't force the issue if his little mate wasn't comfortable with it, but he was curious to see just how daring Harry really was; though he was hopeful, given how aroused he was already. With or without Harry's help he was going to have to take care of it soon, though he would much prefer to do with the aid of his little mate and if that required a small amount of patience he would wait.
Uncertainty bubbled inside of the little submissive; it wasn't that he was against the idea, just the location, but his pack brothers and sisters were asleep, they'd never know, he and Fen just had to be quiet about it. Steeling himself, and swallowing down the nervousness that was making his insides feel all jittery, he slid down the Alpha's body and under their blankets.
It was actually a lot easier to consider doing this when he didn't have the visual reminder of their location all around him, but he was kind of sad that he couldn't see the Alpha's face; that was until Fen lifted up the top end of the blanket to peer down at where Harry was now laying between large thighs.
"Little one?" the Alpha said, and Harry noted that he looked more than a bit surprised that it seemed they were actually going to do this.
Harry felt a little smug that Fenrir continued to underestimate him. It was actually a very warm and comfortable spot and if it wasn't for the very tempting large, hard, throbbing erection straining against the material just in front of his face, Harry thought he might have just curled up there and had a quick nap.
Having had enough practice at this point Harry made quick work of undoing the Alpha's jeans, shimmying them down enough to free the impressive, eep-worthy erection from its denim prison. Harry reached forward enough to run his tongue up the length, his fingers lightly teasing at his mate's balls which remained slightly restrained by the jeans.
Fenrir let out a low groan, tipping his head back at the sensation; he wanted to keep watching Harry but he was already too close to hold his head and the blanket up. Harry smirked as he was plunged back into darkness, as the top of the blanket fell back onto Fenrir's chest. He felt like a kid left alone in a sweet shop, with just one lolly to lick; he chuckled at his private joke.
With darkness around him, his confidence swelled and so he shifted himself further up his mate's body and took the tip of the impressive length between his lips, sucking gently, his tongue teasingly exploring. He was desperate to please his Alpha, wanted to hear him make those pleasurable noises and know that he was the one to cause them.
He took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, he could taste the pre-cum that was leaking from the solid erection. His little hands fondling the Alpha's balls, a finger reaching back to stroke the sensitive skin just behind them just as Fenrir had done to him previously, relishing the reaction he got from his mate. He could tell that Fenrir was close and Harry knew that if he was ever going to push his limits then it needed to be now.
He took as much of the Alpha into his mouth as was possible for him to do so without triggering his gag reflex, sucking on it with as much power as he could manage, bobbing his head up and down, listening to the groans of the Alpha male as he neared his completion.
Spurred on by the sounds that Fenrir was making, Harry increased his pace, wanting to taste his mate, to bring him over the edge. With an incoherent grunt that Harry liked to think might have been his name, the Alpha came, spilling himself into his little mate's waiting and eager mouth. Harry struggled to swallow it all and was still licking the small drops that had spilt out the corner of his mouth as he emerged from beneath the blanket.
Fenrir gave a low growl at the sight of his come dripping from his mate's lips, pulling the little werewolf into a harsh kiss. It was a good morning, he decided, with Harry sprawled across his chest, kissing him back with equal fervour. It felt right to wake up together and he wasn't looking forward to Harry leaving to go to Hogwarts; he would not say the words out loud, but he would miss his little mate a great deal, despite all the trouble Harry tended to cause.
It seemed like far too much of a coincidence that the moment Harry had settled his head on his Alpha's chest, nuzzling into the soft blonde fur that covered his torso, that the rest of the pack started to stir and remove themselves from the small puppy piles they'd created. As Clayton gave a rather fake and over exaggerated yawn and stretch, Harry figured out that they weren't just waking up at all and had probably been awake for the entire performance.
Harry groaned, burying his head into his mate, not wanting to look at his fellow pack members. "Did you know they were awake?" Harry asked softly.
"I suspected," Fenrir said, seemingly not caring.
"And you didn't tell me?" Harry asked, leaning up to look at his mate as if he had lost his marbles.
"I asked nicely," Fenrir said with a shrug.
"You knew I wouldn't do it if they were awake," Harry said, slapping the Alpha's chest rather viciously and glaring at him.
"We haven't even had breakfast yet and Harry's hitting the Alpha," Clay said with mild amusement from somewhere close to the Alpha pair. "It's going to be one of those days."
"You weren't complaining when I had my hand around your dick, little one." In response to this Harry hit him again which initiated a sharp growl from the Alpha. "Stop hitting me, little one."
"I'm trying to hit the stupid out of you," Harry said somewhat huffily as he sat up, "once I'm done, I'll stop." He hesitated long enough to ensure that he was tucked back into his trousers and his button was done up before getting out of their bed. Fenrir, of course, attempted to stop him from leaving, however Harry was having none of it and managed to wiggle out of his grasp, heading towards the stream after Lukas and Micha who had been heading in that direction anyway.
"So you had a good morning," Lukas teased as Harry caught up with them.
"Would have been better without the secret audience," Harry countered, nudging his shoulder against Micha, who gave him a shy smile. "You okay?" he asked the older submissive.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he assured Harry. He was okay, it had just shaken him a little hearing what the Alpha pair were up to; it didn't bother him like it would have a month or so before but it was just that having woken up to hear it, caught him off guard.
"So you slept well with your comfy new hides then?" Harry asked Micha. "That was really nice of Damon, right?"
"Yeah, it was," Micha agreed, blushing a little as he remembered the private little moment he had had with the former Beta wolf the day before. And he had slept better last night than he had any other night since Harlan's death.
"And what about you with your bear, Harry?" Lukas asked with a smile, as they reached the stream. "I have a feeling there is a story there."
"There is, but I guess it boils down to that my Dad gave it to me when I was a little kid, and when I thought it was lost forever, Fenrir fixed it for me," Harry explained with a shrug. It was a big deal to him, it meant the world to him, but he knew the Alpha wouldn't want a fuss made over what he had done.
"The way you've been holding on to that thing it must be more than that," Micha said with a smile as the three of them reached the stream.
"There kind of is but that's going to stay between me and Fen," Harry said with a goofy smile on his face as he took off his jumper, realising it was definitely going to need a wash as much as he did thanks to his morning activities.
"Wish some other things would stay just between you and the Alpha," Clayton said, coming to join them making Harry blush at the mention.
"Well if you lot hadn't all been pretending to sleep…" Harry grumbled, crossing his arms over his exposed chest. He really wasn't particularly happy about having given the Alpha a blow job with his pack brothers and sisters awake around him, even if it had been pretty great.
"After how the Alpha was last time someone interrupted him having his way with you, I think not," Clayton said with a roll of his eyes as Harry began cleaning his jumper with his wand to remove the evidence of their morning activities.
"Having his way with me?" Harry asked with a laugh. "I will have you know that I was…"
"DON'T need to know," Clay interrupted.
"...having my way with him," Harry finished, regardless of what Clay had said; he so enjoyed teasing his best friend. Lukas and Micha were already kneeling by the water, splashing it across their faces and trying to remove the worst of the grime.
"EWWWW, gross Harry," Clay said with a groan and a grimace.
"Well I needed to set the record straight, he doesn't always get to have his way with me," Harry stated proudly, he didn't want everyone thinking that the Alpha always took charge, he wanted to make it very clear that he wasn't the only one who would go weak at the knees with his orgasms.
"Yeah, we all know who's in charge," Micha said with a grin and a wink at Harry.
"I still can't believe you did that," Clay said to Micha; he had been very impressed by the older submissive wolf's confrontation of the Alpha the day before, even if it had been an insane move in his opinion.
"Harry showed me that just because we're submissive doesn't mean we're weak," Micha said with a smile, it had been the one thing that had got him through the past couple of months. He had needed to believe it; and now, not only did he believe it, he was living it.
"Damn straight, we're not weak," Harry said, grinning in triumph at Micha. Harry might have been ten years younger than his fellow submissive but they had a lot in common and, besides that, Micha never acted his age and Harry loved that about him.
"Between sitting in trees, yelling at and not to mention hitting the Alpha, I can well believe it," Clay said, musing over that fact before a realisation suddenly hit him. "I can't believe we leave for Hogwarts next week, we actually get to have actual hot showers, it's the one thing that I miss about having an actual house!"
"The clearing will be very strange…" Micha said, a hint of sadness in his voice as he finished up washing. He didn't want to think about the pups leaving. He and Harry had become close and it would be difficult to be parted from him.
"And quiet," Lukas added, thinking of how much work and reading he would be able to get done while they weren't there. Of course he would miss all three of the pups but he was hoping that things would be slightly less tense and dramatic without them around a lot of the time. They could all do with a break from Harry sitting in trees.
"... and quiet," Micha agreed, with even more sadness as he realised just how much he didn't want them to leave. Micha approached his fellow submissive instinctively, as Lukas finished up washing himself.
"We're coming back you know," Harry said, snuggling up to Micha, "every full moon and all the holidays. You won't have time to miss us."
"Who said I was going to miss you," Micha teased and Harry gave him a put out look which made Micha, Clay and Lukas laugh.
"Just make sure you use the peace and quiet well," Harry said suggestively giving Micha a small nudge and a wink. Micha shook his head at the teen's lack of subtlety; it seemed that he wasn't going to be content until he had successfully played matchmaker.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Clay asked but it only made Micha and Harry laugh; it seemed that Clay was the only one who hadn't caught on to how his father felt about Micha. Neither Harry nor Micha were about to enlighten him however, both believing that it would be much more fun to see him work it out on his own.
However, Clay was very quickly distracted when he saw, beneath the undergrowth, the tub of brownies that Jenson had rather poorly hidden from him. "Excellent," he said to himself as he pulled the box out. Any thoughts about what Harry and Micha might have meant were gone from his mind as he was overwhelmed by the chocolaty goodness that he had just discovered.
"Oh boy…" Lukas said in horror as he realised what Clay had found. "Jenson really needs to work on his hiding skills."
Harry snorted in amusement at that, watching as Clay devoured one of the brownies with glee, barely taking the time to chew it at all. "Well he probably just assumed that Clay would never come to the stream willingly," he suggested, watching as a second brownie vanished in less time than the first one followed by the third and fourth in quick succession.
"Someone should go and warn…" Lukas began to say but Clay had already ingested the entire box, which had had six left in it, and seemed to visibly be shaking with the high level of sugar that had hit his system so suddenly as he bounded off back towards the clearing.
"Too late," Micha said with delight. Clayton was hilariously hyperactive at the best of times; the older submissive was dying to see what he would be like when on the verge of a sugar coma. It certainly wasn't going to be a dull morning.
"We had better follow him," Lukas said with a sigh, watching as Harry finished washing. No one had passed comment about what it was that he was washing up; they had all heard what the Alpha pair had been up to that morning. Aside from a knowing look, Lukas and Micha had wisely not mentioned the sticky white substance as Harry had charmed it off his jumper and scrubbed it off his skin. "Are you two coming?" Lukas asked.
"Oh I wouldn't miss this for the world," Harry said with a wide grin on his face, pulling his jumper back on over his head. Micha nodding his agreement as the three of them took off after Clay, heading back to the clearing to watch the fun and games.
It seemed that the whole pack was out of bed by the time they got there and they easily spotted Clay, who was dancing a little circle around a very confused and adorably bewildered Romy. She had been trying to help Callie with preparing breakfast when she had been accosted by Clayton, who was also dodging a rather annoyed looking Jenson as he tried to keep the hyperactive pup away from his daughter.
"What has he eaten?" Damon asked, looking to his son with concern; it wasn't often that his boy got like this and it always concerned him when it happened.
He had only ever seen Clayton this bad when he had got his hands on a box of chocolate frogs, there had been twenty four of them in the box before they'd been discovered, however when Damon found Clay a few minutes later there hadn't been anything but wrappers left. He didn't quite believe the excuse that they'd all hopped away, not when it had taken three hours for the young boy to stop bouncing off the walls.
"All of his brownies," Harry said to Damon with a smirk on his face.
Clayton was buzzing so much from all the sugar that he could have outdone a bumblebee the way he was carrying on; all of his attention, however, was focused on Romy, who couldn't help herself and was giggling at his antics. Everyone laughed as he leaned in and gave her a kiss to the cheek, Jenson growling in annoyance that Clay had dared come anywhere near his precious girl; the way he was feeling now he was on the verge of pummelling the fifteen year old boy.
"I thought Jenson hid them?" Callie asked with confusion, shocked and a little worried at the state her nephew was in. She knew that it had been a bad idea to present him with a whole box and that was the whole reason that they had hidden them away, deciding that rationing them out was for the best. The boy just couldn't help himself when he was around anything that contained sugar and it seemed to have a rather adverse effect on him when he consumed too much.
It didn't need to be said that Damon was a little concerned what he was going to be like when he went to Hogwarts and was left unsupervised at meal times to add as much sugar to his food and his coffee as his heart desired. He was just glad that he wouldn't have to be the one to deal with it. He pitied the poor soul that did.
"He did," Harry said with a pointed look at Jenson, "badly."
"He ate all of them?" Jenson asked with a frown as he switched tactics and instead of attempting to grab Clay he instead tried to pull his adoptive daughter away from the hyperactive fifteen year old, however she seemed to be enjoying the fuss a little too much for his liking.
"Nope," Harry said with a wide grin on his face. "He inhaled them."
"Don't think he even stopped to chew," Micha added somewhat unhelpfully, his comment only deepening the frown lines on Damon's forehead. Harry couldn't help but smile; he truly did love every single one of them. Turning to see where his mate had gone and wondering why he hadn't yet moved to intervene, he found him sitting near enough exactly where he had left him.
Fenrir hadn't moved, at least not much, he was sat up at least now but he remained in their bed, ignoring everyone else, which was a remarkable feat seeing as how hyperactive Clay was. The Alpha had a look as if he were deep in thought as he held Baloo bear in his hand, staring at the child's toy, studying it with his intense golden gaze as if it might tell him something if he glared at it enough. Harry thought that it was an odd, though touching, sight to behold but not one that he could understand at all.
Harry went to sit beside Fenrir, just as Clayton began to sing to Romy. This was, of course, much to the horror of Jenson, and everyone else around them, as they realised that he was completely tone deaf and couldn't hold a tune to save his life. Because Clay was rather out of tune it was rather difficult to figure out exactly what he was singing but it seemed to be some ridiculous love song, which Harry had never heard the like of before.
Trying to mentally block out the rather bizarre performance his best friend was putting on, while hyped up on far too much sugar, and not wanting to disturb his Alpha's thoughts, Harry just settled himself down on their bed next to his mate and waited for him to speak first.
"Callie brought you some tea over," Fenrir said quite suddenly the moment Harry had become comfortable, which was rather unfortunate considering a moment later he was heaved on to the Alpha's lap without warning, the mug of tea forced into his hands and Baloo bear discarded to the side of them. Clearly Fenrir was done with his thoughts for the moment.
"What were you thinking about?" Harry asked, accepting Fenrir's embrace as the strong arms encircled around him. He knew better than to challenge the Alpha on such insignificant things such as where he got to have his breakfast and drink his tea.
"Nothing," Fenrir said with a grunt as he reached for his own mug, which Harry could smell was coffee. The Alpha was perhaps the only pack member who had not been swayed from coffee to tea. Though Damon tended to side with the Alpha on his choice of beverage, he wouldn't pass up a mug of tea if it was made for him and they were always readily available, even more so now that Lukas had his swanky new tea pot.
"More secrets, Fen?" Harry asked, looking up at his mate sadly, he had thought that they were past keeping secrets like this but clearly he had been wrong.
He didn't want to cause an argument, not when he was leaving so soon and they'd be apart a lot of the time. He wanted their last week together to be special; however, he had seen just how intensely the Alpha had been thinking, it clearly hadn't been about nothing. If something was bothering his mate then he wanted to know, Fenrir however wasn't exactly an open book when it came to his emotions and his thoughts. It was a struggle to get the stubborn man to admit anything.
"Not secrets, little one," Fenrir assured his submissive, nuzzling into him carefully so not to spill their drinks. "Demons." Fenrir wanted to make it very clear that he wasn't intentionally keeping things from his little mate, these were just things that he wasn't ready to discuss, things that he had never vocalised to anyone before, not even to Damon or Callie, who he had known since he was nine. They weren't things that he liked to dwell on.
"I want to know," Harry said at once. "I want to know everything about you, your old pack, your past, everything, Fen." There was a note of pleading to his tone as he nuzzled his mate back; keeping their voices low so not to draw attention to themselves. They didn'thave to be overly worried about that seeing as Clayton's singing had reached an unbearable volume that a lot of the pack, Romy included, had had to put their fingers in their ears to save their ear drums from bursting.
Harry had told him this before, at least the part of wanting to know about his mate's last pack; however, Fenrir had so far made no move to talk about them at all. He wouldn't push the subject, he knew that the Alpha wasn't accustomed to spilling his innermost thoughts and feelings to anyone, but that didn't stop Harry's curiosity from piquing. It was clear that whatever had happened it still bothered the Alpha male a great deal. Bottling everything up was never healthy but still, Harry wouldn't force him to do anything that Fenrir wasn't comfortable with.
"And you will," Fenrir said with a grunt, acknowledging his little mates curiosity but not wanting to discuss it. "But not today."
"It's never today," Harry said with a resound sigh, not understanding why Fenrir insisted on keeping things hidden, they were supposed to be equals in their relationship even if they could never be in the pack. Clearly that meant more to Harry than it did to Fenrir, something that weighed heavily on his heart.
"I'm thirty-six, little one, I have a lot of demons in my past," he explained. "We will talk, because I promised we would, but not yet. I need you to be patient." The Alpha ran his fingers over the purple bite mark he had left on Harry's neck, causing the teenager to shiver a little under his touch. "These keep fading," he said, sounding disgruntled at that fact.
"Well you could always tattoo your name to my forehead, that might have the same effect," Harry said with his usual cheek as he smiled up at his mate, accepting that his Alpha wanted to change the subject. He had heard the distance and the hurt in his mate's voice and hadn't wanted to push him too far. He was all for testing the limits of his Alpha's patience on some things but he knew not to go too far.
"I want to bite you," Fenrir stated rather bluntly, causing Harry to look up at him in amusement. He couldn't help but grin at this and the way that Fenrir had phrased what he had said. It was almost as if he hadn't thought about it before he'd spoke as he had rushed to get the words out before losing his nerve.
"You did," Harry said with a pointed look. "That's how I'm a werewolf AND how I got these." He motioned to his neck as he spoke and Fenrir gave a low warning growl at how his little mate had deliberately misunderstood what he meant. He had no idea that Harry would have no clue about how serious the request to permanently mark him with a mating mark was to a werewolf.
"No, little one, I want to leave a permanent mark on you, a mating mark; I want to bite you and make sure that everyone at that damn school knows that you're mine!" Fenrir tried to explain, though he knew he wasn't doing a great job with it. He might have done a better job of it if he knew just how clueless Harry was about these things.
"Possessive much," Harry said with a roll of his eyes, but he was smiling as he said it, making it clear that he didn't mind that so much.
He wouldn't freely admit it of course but he did rather like the possessiveness on occasion, it made him feel special, loved; even if that particular word was yet to be spoken between the two of them. Knowing Fenrir as Harry did now, he knew that getting the Alpha male to admit his feelings was going to be a long, hard uphill struggle. The possessiveness, however, was something he did to show how he felt, which meant he didn't have to say it aloud and that was enough for Harry, at least for now.
"Little one…" Fenrir growled but it lacked its usual authority and warning, though he wanted Harry under no delusion that he had been serious when he had suggested it.
Sex was one thing, leaving claiming marks like the ones on his little mate's neck another, but to bite him, to draw blood, to leave a scar that would always be there would be a point of pride for him and his wolf because it meant that Harry would forever be claimed as his. No other wolf would dare touch his little mate then. Mating marks were a sign of commitment amongst werewolves, something to be taken very seriously.
To stake such a permanent claim as to leave a full bite scar on the neck of another wolf was as good as any marriage proposal in the wizarding or the muggle world. Not that Harry knew this, of course, but Fenrir was well aware of its significance. He wanted to ensure that there was no doubt that Harry belonged to him and no one else. In his own twisted way, this was the Alpha's way of admitting how he felt about the young man in his arms.
"I'll think about it," Harry said, it was the best that he could offer; he was trying his best not to fly off the handle without thinking, he was instead trying to see where Fenrir was coming from in all his domineering, overbearing, possessive ways.
He wasn't sure he liked the idea of being permanently scarred by the man, he couldn't understand why loving him wasn't enough, not that he had told him that and he probably wouldn't for a while. Harry very much doubted that if he ever said that he would hear it back; the man had problems with the word sorry after all, Harry didn't think he'd be much better with the word love.
"Thank you," the Alpha said placing soft kisses along his little mate's jaw until Harry turned so that their lips could meet. It wasn't as though he had really believed that Harry would agree straight off, his little mate was far too independent and stubborn for that to happen, so he was going to see it was a victory that it hadn't been dismissed completely.
By this point Damon and Jenson combined had managed to restrain Clayton and stopped him from singing too, much to the relief of everyone else who had not been impressed by his talent as a singer. Both Damon and Jenson were holding on to him for dear life, debating whether or not to tie him to a tree until the sugar left his system. Though that option seemed to be a little on the cruel side, though they were still unsure about how to deal with him.
"My Alpha," Callie said, approaching her Alpha pair. "I need to make a run for the potion that Harry needs, am I allowed to go?" she asked, knowing that he wouldn't deny her this seeing as she was going to fetch Harry his potion, plus a few other things to put the pup's mind at ease. However, she wanted to make sure that she wasn't angering the leader of their pack by agreeing to get this for Harry and she would also want someone to come with her considering the danger they were in with the strays still close to their territory.
"Of course but take someone with you." Fenrir looked around at his pack, debating on who should accompany her. Deciding to be kind and give the couple some time to themselves he said, "take Jenson and don't be longer than a couple of hours otherwise we'll worry."
"Thank you, my Alpha," she said, smiling happily. She was glad that she would get some time alone with her mate; it wasn't something they got to do often, not with Romy and the others to fuss over. Fenrir might have been the Alpha of the pack but Callie had always been the mother figure of the group, especially as the only one with medical knowledge, she did tend to fuss over the other pack members a lot.
Their tryst on Christmas day had been a wonderful distraction for them both that they didn't often get the privacy to allow. Callie was a lot more shy of intimacy than any of the other pack members; aside from a few chaste kisses she wouldn't show much in the way of affection to her mate and they needed to time alone to just be a couple.
Jenson however wasn't looking overly pleased about this decision. He wasn't entirely happy at leaving Romy on her own in the clearing with a hyperactive Clayton vying for her attentions, which she seemed to be far too susceptible to today. But he however that he couldn't go against his Alpha's orders; he also recognized that Fenrir had been trying to do something nice for the pair of them and he couldn't deny that he wanted to spend some time with his beautiful mate. He adored Callie and would do anything for her.
Damon, sensing the Beta wolf's unease in regards to leaving, turned to Jenson. "Don't worry," he assured the Beta, "I'll keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't try anything."
"Romy isn't stupid, Jenson," Callie assure her mate, trusting her brother to watch over the pups while she and Jenson left the territory. "She isn't just going to jump into something with Clayton because you look away for a couple hours."
"Don't even joke about that," Jenson grumbled. The thought of Romy jumping into anything with anyone just didn't sit right with him, it wasn't just Clayton. He didn't want anyone going near his little girl. When he had saved her from his old pack he had vowed that no one was going to hurt her again; he planned to ensure that he stuck to this. He could see as much as anyone else how much Clay adored Romy but he also knew how flirtatious the oldest pup was and therefore he just couldn't trust him not to break her heart.
"Honestly," Callie said with a sigh. "You spend so much energy keeping them apart when I think they'd be quite sweet together." Romy gave her adoptive mother a disparaging look as she said this, shaking her head in disbelief. Despite her feelings being a little hurt after finding out that Clay had been with another girl she had managed to convince herself that she just didn't feel that way about him. She couldn't quite believe that her own mother thought that they would make a sweet couple.
"Sweet?" Damon whispered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief, he had certainly never heard his son called that before. Clayton had been called many a thing in his fifteen years on this earth but sweet was not one of them.
"No one touches my little girl," Jenson said with a low growl of warning directed to Clayton, who had been about to say something when, wisely, Damon intercepted him. He didn't want to make the new Beta wolf angry.
"Duly noted," Damon said with amusement. "Now go and get what Harry needs, if his mood swings and temper are bad now, just think what he'll be like when pregnant, especially with his teenage hormones mixed in. No one wants to experience that!"
"Alright," Jenson grumbled, "we're leaving." He then turned to Romy, pulled her into a tight hug that almost swallowed her out of sight she was so small compared to her adoptive father. "Behave yourself, kiddo," he said to her affectionately, placing a kiss to her forehead.
"You worry too much, Dad," she said with a smile, standing on her tip toes to place a kiss to his cheek.
"I want one too!" Clayton whined, Damon rolled his eyes and began dragging his son away so that Romy could say goodbye to her parents. The only thing that stopped him getting a clip round the ear for his comment was that he was still wearing his blue cat crash helmet, which he was adamantly keeping on his head to ensure that such things didn't happen. It was certainly his favourite Christmas present, aside from the brownies of course.
FGHP
Half an hour after Jenson and Callie had left, Harry, Tessie and Romy had all gone for a walk. This had been reluctantly agreed to by the Alpha who had been sat talking to Damon at the time, while they watched over Clayton, who was coming down from his sugar high and had crashed out by the fire. Lukas was rather enjoying the peace and was reading; it wasn't often that the clearing was this calm. Micha was sat off to the side trying to familiarise himself with the playing cards and the rules of poker that Romy had taught them; he hadn't been very good the other night and was hoping to improve before their next game.
Harry, Tessie and Romy had been forced to promise that they wouldn't wander far. Fenrir had been adamant on this rule; he needed to ensure that they knew that they had to remain within shouting distance. Of course Harry had never been one to stick to the rules, Tessie had no clue exactly how far that meant they could go and Romy was too preoccupied with her thoughts to pay much attention. She couldn't stop thinking about Clay and his actions. It had given her fuzzy feelings in her stomach when he had started singing the stupid love song even if it hadn't been in tune.
"I have a question, Tessie" Harry said rather said abruptly. It had playing over in his mind about what Fenrir had asked of him and he knew that he wasn't overly aware of werewolf traditions and the meanings behind half of what they did. He knew that he had done things that were significant though he couldn't have pinpointed what, not even if his life depended on it. He was hoping that Tessie, who had been with a pack her entire life, might have some of the answers and the insight to it all that he needed.
He had been able to tell that when Fenrir had asked to permanently mark him by giving him the mating mark that it had meant something. However he hadn't wanted to seem stupid or naive by asking his mate what it had meant; which was why he was now asking Tessie to enlighten him. He also hadn't thought that Fenrir would have been comfortable explaining it if it meant something as significant as Harry thought it might.
"Sure, what do you need to know?" she asked, confused as to what Harry would want to know from her. The two of them hadn't really spoken much since she had arrived as she had heeded the Alpha's warning that she wasn't to go near Harry until today. However, Harry had asked her to come with them as no pups were to go anywhere unaccompanied and Harry and Romy hadn't wanted to disturb the others. It showed how well she had integrated into the pack when Fenrir had easily agreed to this.
"I don't know much about packs," Harry admitted somewhat sheepishly. "The significance of some of the things that happen are completely lost on me…"
"Alright," Tessie said cautiously, aware that the pup was a little nervous and wanting to give him the time he needed to ask on his own.
"The Alpha…" Harry began, thinking about what Fenrir had asked of him earlier in the morning, "...he wants to bite me, leave a permanent mark on me. I figured it has to mean something other than just his usual possessive arsehole shit that he does, I just wanted a straight answer and I don't usually get those from him."
Even lost in her thoughts Romy couldn't help but laugh at what Harry said, she always found it funny when he called Fenrir names. Micha had told her, in confidence of course, the many nicknames he had heard Harry call the Alpha male and they had had a good laugh about it. There seemed very little that Harry couldn't get away with.
Tessie smiled, purely for the way Harry spoke about the Alpha male; she had never heard of any wolf speak about an Alpha the way Harry spoke about Fenrir. "Of course I can tell you," she said. "I can't believe he asked to give you the mating mark you, how long have you been together?"
Harry paused to think about this for a moment, "Almost two months now," Harry said, "if you don't count when I broke up with him and I know Fenrir doesn't."
"Yeah, that 'break up' lasted all of a day, Harry," Romy teased, using sarcastic air quotes as she said the words break up. "You two were made for each other, sometimes I don't know who's more stubborn."
"Not the point," Harry said, turning his back on Romy with mock sulkiness. "So, Tessie, what does this bite thing mean? It's serious, right?"
"That's one way of putting it," she said with a shrug. "I'm not sure how to explain it but it's kind of like…" she considered this for a moment, not wanting to scare the fifteen year old. She knew that words like engagement, marriage, wedding would all be too much for him to handle at such a young age and it was a struggle to think of anything else that he would understand to show how important it was. "I guess it's the most… the biggest thing a mated couple can share."
"Oh," Harry said in shock, digesting this for a moment. "So it's just another werewolf mate thing, him being possessive over me."
"Kind of but it's more than that," she explained, pausing for a moment before going on. "It's permanent, a sign to other werewolves that you belong to someone. Agreeing to be marked that way, it is like promising them forever, but it works both ways, he would be promising to protect and care for you forever too."
"And the Alpha really asked you to do this?" Romy questioned; it was something she had never heard of before and not for the first time she thought that she would have to find some more reading material about werewolves; she certainly didn't like being ignorant of such things or in fact anything if she could help it.
"Yeah, he did," Harry said, clearly thinking things over, "and it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I am not sure I do either… do you think it might be too soon for something like that, I mean we've only been together two months?"
Tessie shrugged her shoulders. "That's not really for me to say; I have heard of mates that shared this… mating mark with one another after only a few weeks, others take years. It really has to be your choice, Harry."
"Romy, you must have an opinion… right?" Harry asked, looking to her hopefully.
He was sadly disappointed however when she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't tell you how you feel about this. You will just have to trust yourself."
"Maybe you should think about where you want to be in the future?" Tessie suggested. "Where do you want to be in five years? Ten years?"
"I don't know," Harry told her, "I guess I just assumed I would be here with the pack."
"With the Alpha?" Romy asked.
"Of course," Harry answered without hesitation, "provided one of his stupid days hasn't turned into a stupid year or something."
"But you would still love him, even then?" Tessie asked.
"We've never said that we loved each other," Harry said at once in a bit of a panic, almost terrified of the word. Hearing it aloud like that was a little scary, especially in reference to him and the Alpha.
"Asking to permanently mark you like this is about as big of a confession of love as you will ever get from any Alpha wolf," Tessie told him with a chuckle. "Alpha wolves won't usually pledge themselves to another wolf like this."
"I know he cares about me because of the way he acts but… I don't know… love?" Harry said, almost disbelieving of it.
"I don't think he would have asked to give you the mating mark you if he didn't," Tessie said smiling fondly at him. "I've not been here long and even I can see how much you mean to each other, though your fights are quite something else; I've never seen a little submissive take on an Alpha wolf the way you do."
"He's not the boss of me," Harry told her with absolute certainty, as though the mere suggestion was preposterous, which made Tessie smile.
"That isn't the way it usually works, Harry," Romy told him; she might not have been born a pack wolf but even she knew that much. The Alpha was in charge and the others respected and obeyed or else they were put in their place; it was a safety thing, as much as anything, so that the Alpha could ensure the protection of his pack.
"Yeah, apparently I'm just not normal though," Harry said with a wry smile. "Nothing happens the way it usually should when I'm around apparently."
"The fact you're an animagus as well as a werewolf is proof enough of that," Tessie said fondly. "I've never met another werewolf with that ability. You must be a very powerful wizard."
Harry grinned. "My Dad used to tell me I was all the time, I never really believed him, just assumed he was being a proud Dad; but everyone keeps telling me the same thing now. I always just thought I was better at spells and stuff than Clayton."
"Just don't let Clay hear you say that," Romy said with a chuckle. "He'd be desperate to prove otherwise. You two are bad enough with your squabbles without adding testosterone fuelled duelling into the mix as well."
"It's not always a good thing though, being 'special' I mean," Harry said sadly, ignoring her comment about him and Clay, mainly because it was true. "I don't think I can go through with the mating mark thing that Fen wants… it's too much to ask of him."
"What do you mean, it's too much to ask of him?" Tessie asked with confusion, unable to follow the pup's thoughts. She had known wolves in her time that were desperate for their dominant mate to want to mark them in this way. It seemed alien to her that someone would not want to carry the mating mark, especially one from an Alpha wolf. Not many pack leaders would show weakness by claiming their mates in this way, it made them too vulnerable to attack.
"I'm powerful, and I'm starting to get that, but I don't feel as if I am…" Harry explained sadly. "The night the strays attacked me, I didn't even try to fight them, I was too scared. They aren't even the only ones after me either, there are Aurors and Deatheaters… how can I ask Fen to protect me from all of that when he shouldn't have to?"
"I think the Alpha is going to protect you whether you like it or not, Harry," Romy said, shaking her head with exasperation. "For that matter, the rest of us will too; we aren't going to let anyone take you from us, you're family."
"I appreciate that, you know I do but I'm not going to let you," Harry said with certainty. He didn't want any of them to get hurt for or because of him. The pack had already been through enough because he was with them. Whatever it took he was going to protect them and ensure that whatever was going on he would solve it.
He knew there was more going on than he realised. He had refused to look at the paper the day Fenrir had brought it to him and given him the option to see what it said, but he hadn't wanted to see it then. He wanted to hear things from a more reliable source and that source was Albus Dumbledore; though even what that man had to say, he would be taking with a pinch of salt. In a week's time he would get to Hogwarts and then he would be able to start figuring things out, and hopefully learn what really happened to him when he was a baby.
"If that means you're thinking of running away again…" Romy said, sounding horrified at the thought.
"Romy," Harry said to grab her attention before she started to panic, "I wouldn't, not ever, partly because I love all of you and I can't see myself anywhere else but also, partly because Fenrir would hunt me down and chain me to a tree if I tried that again."
"I think he'd do worse that chain you to a tree," Romy said with mild amusement grateful that Harry wasn't thinking about leaving them again. The idea of him slipping off in the middle of the night again was enough to turn her stomach, it was nice to know that he had no intentions about doing that.
"You shouldn't let the danger we're in now affect your decision about being permanently marked and mated Harry; it isn't about protection, not entirely, it's so much more than that. Think for a moment; if everything that's happening right now just wasn't, would you want him to do it?" Tessie asked, looking at Harry imploringly, trying to give him a little insight.
"I don't know," Harry said honestly. "Maybe. I just don't want to put him… or anyone for that matter, in danger."
"And yet here you three are, out here all alone, unprotected," came a harsh gruff voice that was both unwelcome and unexpected seeing as they were well within pack territory. Harry was all for breaking the rules but he wasn't stupid, not after the last time and he wouldn't have let them walk past the boundaries.
"Oooh, little bitch, I missed you," Jack said as he stepped out from behind a tree towards Romy, who looked completely horrified and stunned by the appearance of the man who had kidnapped her and turned her whole world upside down nearly three years earlier.
"No," Romy gasped, her heart pounding violently in her chest at the sight of him, she knew she had to get a grip of herself before panic set in. This is why her dad had been training her to fight, this was why she had a dagger clipped to the waistband of her jeans and a wand in a holster up her sleeve. She had to be stronger; she couldn't let the panic overwhelm her, not if she was going to survive.
Tessie's left arm was still in its sling, utterly useless to her. It was a toss-up who was the best fighter between Harry and Romy but neither of them, not even combined together, were any match for the three large werewolves that were confronting them now. Harry was just glad that the stray's Alpha wasn't there, quickly deducing that he probably hadn't sanctioned this attack. There was no way Gideon would have sent these guys in alone when he had a whole pack at his disposal.
Thinking fast, Harry withdrew his wand as subtly as he could from the holster he stored it in on his forearm; he didn't want to cause a panic and force them to attack sooner than they intended by brandishing his wand too soon. However, judging by the size of these men compared to the two women and Harry there was no way that they were ever going to win this fight. They would need the help of the others.
If they cried out for help there was no way to know if the others would reach them in time or if they'd even be heard at all. Harry wasn't even entirely sure how far they had wandered. He knew they were still in their territory but the territory wasn't exactly small. So he did the only thing he could think of.
"Expecto Patronum," he said and a beautiful silver stag erupted from the tip of his wand and went galloping off towards the clearing. That was the last thing he remembered before he felt something collide with the side of his head, heard Romy scream and then all he saw were stars.

AN:
We haven't had time to write either of the two Furry Bit's that we promised as I've been at work but they are coming soon. We know which ones you want and we'll make sure we get to them soon.
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