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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Heir to the Throne

Chapter 28

The Thorny Path Pack

It took Harry three days to come to terms with Dudley's death, laying in bed and drinking his 'happy potion' in quantities to keep himself clear headed, though when he took too much it just made him sleepy, so he spent a lot of the time asleep. Yet, finally he came to the conclusion that it was all Dumbledore's fault, after all it was Dumbledore who kidnapped them, put them in the jail cell to starve and rot, and no doubt Dumbledore who decided to find out what would happen if he infected muggles with a case of Dragon pox. Harry had bad feelings about what would happen if Dumbledore decided to infect a large number of muggles. It would be all over the world in a matter of weeks, muggles had this need to travel all over, spreading their diseases from person to person.

With that realization Harry decided that he had to move up his time table to try and stop the white haired madman. So he got out of bed, got dressed and started packing everything he thought he would need to make the journey to Merlin's grave. Bill was at work, Draco was at school, and Devlin and Terrance where busy healing Petunia, who had not yet woken up but was making wonderful progress. That's what Harry had been told anyway, he believed them when they said so though. So he wrote a letter to Bill, informing him where he had gone, packed up a weeks worth of food, strapped the sword belt to his hip and slid the sword that Draco had given him into it, strapping his wand to the other side and dressing in some of Bill's dragon leathers. The padded material was made from woven fire stallion fur, making it very strong, and very fireproof, which would no doubt come in handy. He hoped Bill wouldn't mind.

He set off into the rolling hills of Ireland, licking his lips as he checked his map, which Terrance and Devlin had finished for him, and trotted off, spinning on his heel and apparating to the town that was closest to his location, his clothes looking shabby and a bag that looked empty would hopefully mark the unrecognizable red haired brown eyed Harry as a traveling tourist who didn't have a sickle to his name. He looked around the small town, checked his map, and set off again into the nearby forest, hoping no one would find it strange, or try to warn him, but a well placed See-Me-Not spell left him nearly invisible to the eyes of the locals. He only dropped it once he was well within the forest of dark wood tree's and crawling undergrowth and thorns.

It was a dark, creepy place that reminded him of the Forbidden Forest, it was clear to Harry that this was another one of those magical forests where he might run into centaur and acrumentula and manticore. He wasn't too worried, he could handle most anything, and with any luck he could even convince a few of the creatures there to join him in the war against Dumbledore. He paused and tilted his head a little as he heard a heavy rustling, the sound of something moving through the woods...many somethings.

“Oh shit..” Harry complained, his eyes fixed on the eyes of a feral werewolf pack leader. The man was crouched, half naked in the undergrowth and smirking viciously at Harry who swallowed hard, realizing that as a feral, this werewolf would not realize that Harry was an ally. Feral werewolves where the proudest of their species, they lived close to their roots in the wild woods and the long waste lands where wizards rarely roamed, their capabilities over bounded anything that a 'tamed' werewolf, a werewolf that lived alongside wizards, could ever manage. For one thing, a feral werewolf, where often capable of transforming at will, which meant bye bye Harry if the boy wasn't careful.

“You're trespassing, Runt.” the werewolf growled, baring his teeth as if he was already in his wolf form, the ivory stained red with blood, making Harry shudder, but Harry wouldn't back down or run, that was certain death.

“I apologize Alpha.” Harry stated bowing his head submissively, using every bit of information he had learned from Fenrir and Tanhide to keep himself from being attacked. The man looked startled and then amused. “I did not know this was your territory, if you will allow I will leave as soon as possible and go around. I wish not to trespass or insult...”

“Oh shut up.” the werewolf demanded, licking his lips as he stood up, more rustling noises followed as a pack of almost thirty wolves stood with him, all of them smirking viciously as they looked at Harry. “You'd make a great meal.” the pack leader admitted licking his lips. “there's not much there, but I bet you'd be a little fun before we started eating you.” Harry was screwed, literally and figuratively.

“I...I would rather not be your meal...” Harry stammered nervously, glancing from wolf to wolf with a growing fear. “I. I am an Ally.. I..”

"Get him."The pack leader ordered, Harry going pale as the moon as the Wolves started to laugh, snarling as they advanced on him, madness and blood-lust glowing in their inhuman eyes. Harry didn't give them a chance to outright attack him, he spun and fled, his heart slamming in his chest as he took off, running as fast as he could, the cooling air burning in his lungs as he raced through the tree's branches and thorns cutting at his face and arms, yelping as he spotted a man running next to him. The man snarled, his face bulging outwards into a wolfish muzzle, Harry sobbing as a massive paw swiped out to claw at Harry, who managed to side step without breaking his leg or falling.

the sounds of long howling, the sounds of a wolf pack hunting reached his ears and he instantly knew that the others had also transformed into their beastly state, Harry was going to die, he was going to die alone in the woods with wolves eating him alive. He shook his head hard and mentally cursed as he ran, wondering what sin in a past life he was making up for now. Surely, there had to be something criminally horrible, to deserve being hunted into the ground like a deer.

He Swallowed thickly as he heard the wolves crashing in the woods behind him, he knew that there was no outrunning them, his breath burning as he ran and his legs already aching And hoped that Draco would forgive him for dying so horribly, for dying there. Twisting he raised his wand, throwing a fire spell over his shoulder, smiling grimly at the sound of pained yelps, and trees flaring to a blaze behind him. Hopefully, that would cut them off for a few precious moments.

Harry was never so lucky, the werewolves bounded through the leaping flames, the flames embracing them for a long, breathless moment as Harry's complete terror cut all his abilities to run, or move where completely shut down. He snapped out of it when a massive paw swiped across his chest, the sting of flesh being sliced open got his feet moving again, cussing as he Skidded on the wet grass he Snarling in a desperate need to survive, to get away, Harry slipped and slid as he found his feet again and kept running.

Nothing could have prepared him for what came next as his foot found the empty air, and his momentum sent him spiraling head over heels down a cliff, his body screaming at him as sharp rocks and gravel bit into his body. Landing hard on the ground with a grunt, blackness eating at his vision as he rolled to his side. Using the pain as a motivator, as a need to make it stop as he started to crawl, the sounds of high pitched screeching, howling laughter filled the air as they leaped off the cliff after him, landing next to him with soft thuds that told harry he was the only one who was hurt by that fall, the laughing continuing as Harry continued to crawl, his necklace full of pendants falling into view, the laughing stopping in an instant. For one, terrified moment Harry wondered if he had something on that necklace that would lead to him only being eaten...he hoped so.

“Pick em up.” a rough voice ordered, Harry crying out in pain as rough hands grabbed him and lifted him off the ground, something in his back grating, and then breaking, filling Harry's vision with red and black before he lost consciousness completely, leaving him at the mercy of his captors.

He was amazed when he woke, not because of where he was but rather that he woke up at all. He swallowed thickly and kept his eyes closed, remaining as still as possible in hopes that they wouldn't realize he was awake, trying to hear the voices around him. He could hear several, many of them sounding upset, but Harry couldn't understand them. They where muffled, as if they where separated by a wall or a heavy cloth, and Harry dared to open his eyes.

He was in a tent, or a teepee of some sort, a small fire burned in the middle of it, the smoke curling up out of the top as someone sat, their back to Harry and cooked something over it. Harry was laying on a pile of fur, it felt like wolf and deer fur, with a bit of rabbit thrown in here and there. The fallen pelts of their victims he assumed. He hoped his pelt wasn't about to join them. He licked his lips nervously and reached for his wand, it was missing, and so was his pack and his sword...and his necklace...

“Ah. Your awake.”the wolf at the fire had turned to look at him. “good, good. Your back broken, but I fixed.” it was an old wolf, very old, Harry had never seen an old man so wrinkled in the face before, or with such bad grammar. “you up now.” he ordered, forcing Harry to stand. “Alpha wish have words.” harry swayed where he stood, dizzy but surprisingly not in any pain, everything had been healed, even the clawing across his chest had been healed. Harry forgot his fear in favor of anger at the unfairness of his situation.

“That's funny, he wasn't all that willing to talk when he decided I would make a good chew toy.” Harry grumbled under his breath, making the old wolf chuckle and push Harry out of the teepee, Harry swallowing thickly as he looked around at the massive pack, the alpha standing there with Harry's necklace in hand, his eyes narrowed, Harry freezing.

“H..hey be careful with that! Some of those pendants are fragile!” he wasn't sure why he cared, he was about to be dead anyway, and he flinched when the Alpha strode forward, shoving something into Harry's face. The werewolf claw pendant that Fenrir had gifted him.

“Where did you get this!?” the man snarled, Harry swallowing thickly.

“It w..was a gift.” he stammered, trying not to gag at the rancid smell of the Alpha's breath in his face. It smelled like rotten meat and rancid blood and Harry realized that these people did not cook most of their food. They ate it raw like their wolves counterparts. He had a sudden terrifying vision of the Alpha pinning him down and gutting him with teeth like razors...Harry wanted to cry and puke at the same time.

“Who gifted it to you!? A wizard!?” the Alpha demanded, giving harry a firm shake, but Harry shook his head.

“No, a werewolf gave it to me, Fenrir Greyback, leader of the Gray Wolf pack.” Harry stuttered out, swallowing hard when the Alpha released him, looking stunned.

“Fenrir Greyback gave you this?” he demanded, holding out the claw to Harry again who nodded, the Alpha snarling viciously. “Do no lie to me human!”

“Fenrir Greyback gave it to me, I am not lying!” Harry complained, wondering what this was all about, the man snarling as he stomped his foot and shook his head, pacing back and forth like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Do you have any idea what this means!?” the man finally demanded, Harry blinking and shaking his head, too stunned to speak anymore. “It means that he's claimed you as his Alpha! His better!” Harry's jaw dropped in astonishment, his eyes wide as he stared at the other. “it means that us chasing you like that could be a cause for war!”

“We're already in a war.” Harry finally managed to stutter. “we're a little too busy to try and start fights with other werewolves...” Harry said, his bravery returning. “but, like I said before, if you'll allow I'll be out of your territory....”

“Where you are going is IN our territory stupid human.” the Alpha snarled before sighing a little and shaking his head. “I am Thenton, Alpha of the Thorny Path Pack.” he finally stated glaring at harry who blinked.

“I am Harry potter...er. I guess I'm the Leader of the Grey Wolf Pack.” he decided, Thenton lifting an eyebrow.

“Not the alpha?” he asked curiously Harry shaking his head.

“Hell no, I can tell Fenrir what to do, only because HIS Alpha was my adopted Father, I couldn't hope to tell any other werewolf what to do, I'm just a wizard.” Harry stated simply, Thenton, and the other werewolves staring at him with obvious shock. They where all so used to wizards thinking they where better than werewolves, that Harry's admittance made it difficult for them to know what to do. Then, Finally Thenton reacted, he began to laugh, and laugh and laugh, the cruel sound making Harry shudder.

“I LIKE this wizard!” he decided smirking at Harry and clapping him on the arm. “Come, night is falling, you must share your meal with us! Don't worry, we'll cook your share.”

“Night is falling!?” Harry shrieked, horrified as he looked up at the sun. “oh dammit all to hell!” Harry complained sighing a little. “There goes my hopes of being home before tomorrow night.” he grumbled shaking his head. “Devlin is going to kill me.” he complained, following Thenton who looked a little startled.

“Why do you need to be back?” he asked curiously. “it's dangerous in these woods at night, even for werewolves. It would be better for you to stay in the camp and set out in the morning.”

"There's no REASON I need to be back, other than that I don't want to get my ass chewed for taking off without telling anyone and making them worry.” he shrugged, looking at Thenton curiously. “your suddenly very chummy chummy...” Harry stated suspiciously Thenton shrugging.

“I didn't know you where part of a pack before, let alone a leader. My pack would not survive a war from a 'tamed' pack. Yes our abilities are better, but they have more intelligence and much more power. They have the advantage of living with wizards and having magic to use. I'm hoping that if I'm really very nice to you, then you might conveniently forget that I tried to kill you.” Harry laughed, it was a very good reason to be nice.

“Don't worry Thenton, like I said before, we're already in a war. The Grey Wolf pack and the Tawny pack have banded together for this one even.” several of the wolves gasped in shock, werewolf packs NEVER joined together, not unless they had no other choice. “we're fighting for freedom.” Harry explained, looking at Thenton. “werewolf freedom, amidst other things.” he admitted sighing a little.

“You're fighting for freedom?” Thenton asked curiously, Harry nodding. “werewolf freedom? And who else?”

“Everyone.” Harry admitted. “Centaurs, vampires, acrumantula, forest elf, house elf, merfolk, even unicorns and dementors and manticore.” he shook his head. “the magic of our world is dying, and I intend to put a stop to it.”

“You sound like that Lord Fox fellow Harry Potter.” Thenton admitted shaking his head. “why are you fighting for freedom, when you are sided with the man who has caused most of the slavery?”

“I'm not.” Harry stated simply with a smirk. “you see, I was, for a very long time Dumbledore's puppet. I was lied to and used and I didn't even know it. He sighed a little and shook his head. “it wasn't until Dumbledore killed the only people that mattered to me, my friend Cedric, and then my Godfather and my adoptive father... I just, woke up. Ever since I returned to school I've been plotting his demise.” he smirked a little. “under the false name of Lord Fox.” he snickered as Thenton gaped at him, Harry nodding. “yup, I might be a runt, but I am amazing anyway.” that made Thenton laugh and shake his head.

“You have a big head Harry Potter, I am amazed that Fenrir Greyback puts up with you.” Thenton admitted, making Harry laugh and nod.

“Honestly? Me too.” he sighed a little and sat down where Thenton gestured and looked over at the Alpha. “we would be honored if you would consider joining us. The Tamed Packs and the Feral could learn a lot from each other. The tame packs have lost a lot of their pride as werewolves under the tyranny of wizards, and they no longer have control over their own transformations, no matter their age.”

“It's amazing what a few harsh words can do to a werewolf isn't it?” Thenton asked shaking his head. “you see it in wizards too, a child who is often ostracized and tormented has no control over their magic, but when they gain their footing and confidence their magic swells with them.” he smiled at Harry. “it is the same with werewolves...” he hesitated and looked around at his pack, standing up and addressing every one of them.

“My people, we have a choice before us, and it is a choice that is too big for me to make for the whole. We have a chance to join our brothers, our tame brothers in a war that will decide our future as werewolves. We have a chance to fight for our freedom, no more sulking in shadows and hiding when more than one wizard intrudes on our territory. A chance to help our brothers regain their pride and their capabilities. What say you!? Join the war, with Lord Fox at our head, or stay here, and wait to see the outcome?”

Harry watched with nervous anticipation as the pack started to mutter and murmur amidst themselves, then one by one they began to stand, declaring that they wanted to fight for their freedom. Only one or two of the elders stayed sitting, but only because the one was missing a leg and the two others where sleeping, Thenton shook his head, looking amused at the sleeping elders.

“It is decided then, we will join our brothers in the fight! We will win our freedom, or die trying!” he cheered, the rest of his pack yelling in glee as Harry grinned, he was so excited he wanted to jump up and cheer with them. He walked into their camp the first time expecting to die, and now he was talking them into joining him in the war. Harry's luck really was unbelievable. The werewolves were pleased with the chance to reconnect with their brothers, no matter how far away they where going to have to travel. Harry wrote a quick letter to Fenrir, explaining the situation, as well as Tanhide, asking if they would mind if a third pack joined them in their living area. Right then the Tawny and the Grey Wolf packs were living together in a neutral area, and getting along fine, but Harry didn't want to upset the delicate balance.

As soon as he was done, the Thorny Path Wolf Pack decided it was time to celebrate, and celebrate they did. Harry once again imbibed much more alcohol than he should have, and got pawed on more than he was comfortable with, but all the pawing stopped when Harry snarled and bit one of their hands, making Thenton laugh and claim that Harry was as good as any wolf any day! Harry went to bed sick, and woke up sick, only making the werewolves laugh at him all over again much to harry, and his hangovers, annoyance. He was given his things back, all of it unharmed, though the food had gone missing. The three puppies in the pack shamefully admitting to have eaten it. The pack gave him new food, smoked meat and dried fruit and some candy made of tree sap that harry loved instantly.

“we'll guide you to your location.” Thenton decided, smiling a little as Harry nodded, accepting the response from Fenrir and Tanhide, smirking a little as he nodded.

“And after you do that, the Tawny and Grey Wolf Packs have invited you to share camp with them.” Harry admitted smirking at Thenton. “Try not to bother the alpha's too much eh? And don't mention me falling off a cliff either! I'd never survive the mortification!” Thenton laughed again and shook his head.

“I wouldn't mention it at all! They might wonder why you fell off the cliff!” Harry laughed and nodded as he munched on a breakfast of smoked rabbit, enjoying the smokey flavor immensely as they walked. Thenton looking more and more nervous the closer they got, licking his lips nervously. “are you sure this is where you want to go?”

“Yes, why?”

“well it's haunted... and not by your run of the mill ghosts either.” he muttered softly, swallowing thickly. “Any wolf that goes in there dies, or comes out so traumatized it takes weeks, sometimes even months for them to calm down. They all have different stories, but they are all the same.” he admitted swallowing hard. “It was all of their worst fears come to life.” Harry shuddered a little and shook his head.

“Fear is life.” Harry stated calmly. “I need to go in, no matter what lays in wait for me.” he admitted taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I face fear every day, I've faced death more times than I would care to admit.” he admitted pausing when he came across a massive hold on the ground, a large mound of thick grass over it, The cave that held Merlin's Grave inside.

“Are you sure you want to go in there Harry?” Thenton asked, nervous just being that close, the other wolves had come to a stop several feet away, too timid to get any closer.

“i have to.” he stated simply. “i need the thing that's hidden inside.” he admitted smiling at Thenton. “if you want to wait for me to come out feel free, but don't come in after me.” he ordered simply, licking his lips nervously as he strode up to the cave, the top marked with several warnings not to go inside, and an ancient message. “Three challenges you must face, of Life, of Death, and of Courage, only those three tests pass, shall claim the treasure of Merlin.” Harry read aloud, glancing back at Thenton, who whimpered, but did not move any closer to the cave.

Harry took a deep breath, closed his eyes, uttered a short prayer to Merlin, and strode into the cave to face the challenges that awaited him.
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