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Every Wolf's Bane	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 29234 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Getting Greyback out of the cell, locking said cell, and going down the hall was the relatively easy part. The hard part was getting past the guards just outside the hall and blocking their way out. Because his ankle and leg were both broken, Harry and Malfoy had to half-drag, half-carry Greyback. The poor werewolf was so far gone that he couldn’t even feel the pain, worrying Harry to no end. And they managed to seal up his bleeding wounds, to prevent a blood trail and to keep Greyback from bleeding to death, until they could get real medical help. But the problem was that Greyback’s limp body dragging across the floor made a considerable amount of noise, enough to surely wake the guards and alert them that something was amiss. Harry and Malfoy were forced to stop just before the hall turned straight into the guards and propped Greyback against the wall, quietly brainstorming ways to get around the guards without accidentally alerting anyone else.
“What if we put silencing and body binding charms on them and run like hell?”
“With Greyback with us?”
Harry bit his lip. “I’m assuming you can’t hold a spell long enough to get far away?”
“The time does not matter.” Malfoy crossed his arms. “It is the distance that will cause issues. I cannot hold a spell far enough to consider safe and it will be the same for you if you do both spells, even with your insurmountable magic levels.”
“Oh.” Harry ignored the gibe, his brow furrowed in deep thought.
A moment of silence passed where the two thought. It would have been so much easier if Greyback wasn’t a werewolf. Then they could’ve but a simple charm on him and went on their way. But werewolves were immune to most spells, the only known exception being the Unforgivables. Harry gnawed on his bottom lip. If there only was a way they could somehow use a silencing charm just on the part of Greyback’s body that touched the ground, so that the noise wouldn’t alert the guards. Or at least silence the surrounding area. Oh!
Harry’s head shot up and he grinned at Malfoy. The blonde arched a brow at him.
“Figured something out then, Potter?” Harry nodded excitedly.
“We put a silencing charm on the floor under where Greyback’s body will drag. That way all that we’ll have to do is maintain the spell, keep a steady stream of magic.”
Malfoy considered it, his icy grey flicking between the ground, Greyback, and Harry. Then he sighed, digging into his pocket for his wand and handing it to Harry. He rolled his eyes when Harry looked at him with a blank expression.
“I loathe to say it, but you are better suited at these types of spells than I could ever be. It would be better if you did it.”
Nodding slowly, Harry took the wand. “Okay. You think you can carry Greyback on your own? I won’t be able to concentrate doing both.”
“Yeah.”
As slim and effeminate as he seemed, Draco Malfoy was by no means weak. Years of not only playing Quidditch, but also enduring Voldemort’s sadistic pleasures, left Malfoy with ropes of strong, sinewy muscles lining a lithe body. It took but a bit of strain for him to lift Greyback onto his shoulders and the full dead weight of the werewolf only slowed him a little. A nod at Harry signaled the raven to begin the spell.
Aiming Malfoy’s wand at the ground, Harry whispered a quick “Muffliato.”
The ground lit up for a moment and Harry looked up and locked eyes with Malfoy. The blond arched a brow and nodded slowly. Keeping the wand aimed at the ground, Harry slowly started to move out of the hall and towards the guards, Malfoy following after him carefully. Greyback’s body trailing on the ground made no sound and Harry sighed in relief. Luckily the guards hadn’t woken up during their brainstorming, so all Harry had to do was walk in a path clear enough for Malfoy to follow with Greyback on his back.
Harry let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in once they reached the door across the room. Putting his ear against it, he couldn’t hear any noise coming from the other side, which meant that hopefully no guards were on the other side. Malfoy made a soft noise, catching his attention.
“The way is clear until we get outside.” The blonde mouthed. Harry nodded. “Then there are more guards posted outside.”
By that point, it wouldn’t matter how loud they were. The Malfoy Manor, as that is where he was, had anti-apparation wards and so anyone trying to reach them had to do so by foot. If they were already outside, then all they had t do was get outside the gates, and therefore the wards, and apparate to another location. Voldemort wouldn’t be able to reach them within that time frame.
Making sure the spell was still working, Harry quickly opened the door and crept down the next hall. Every once in a while, Malfoy would make a soft sound, catching Harry’s attention and would mouth directions to the raven. Slowly but surely, they exited the dungeons where Harry and Greyback were being kept and out into the Malfoy house. Malfoy assured Harry that no one was patrolling throughout the halls and rooms, something Malfoy Senior adamantly refused to allow within his house, and they continued their trek.
No more problems arose until they reached the door. Harry abruptly froze and bit back a scream as his forehead suddenly exploded in burning pain. Voldemort was near, and he was angry. Harry crumpled to the ground, clutching his head and biting his lip hard enough to bleed so that his scream wouldn’t alert anyone to their position. He vaguely heard Malfoy whisper his name and turned to see the blonde gently easing Greyback to the floor. His vision slowly began to go black. The last he saw with his own eyes was Malfoy coming towards him.
Then he was suddenly in a different room, looking down at Wormtail cowering in front of him. He could smell the fear coming off of the small man and took a deep breath, relishing in the pungent stench. It took Harry only but a brief second to realize he was in Voldemort’s head, something he hadn’t felt in a while. He held down his initial panic, knowing that this time Voldemort didn’t purposely pull him in. Things would go very badly if Voldemort figured out Harry was in his head. Very bad. He held his breath and Voldemort stepped forward and rested a pale, long hand on Wormtail’s head. Said man whimpered softly but otherwise stayed still.
“Wormtail, my loyal subject.” Voldemort hissed.
“Y-yes, my lord?”
Voldemort’s hand suddenly tightened on Wormtail’s hair and he yanked the mousey man to the ground, brandishing his wand in one swift movement and hitting Wormtail with a Crucio. Harry winced involuntarily, not enough for Voldemort to notice, as he knew how it felt to suddenly be hit with the Unforgivable.
“You’ve failed me once again! How hard is it to find two scrawny Weasleys and a fuck up of a werewolf?! How am I supposed to finish off the Potter boy without them?! You are fucking up my plans, once again!”
Wormtail only screamed in pain. Voldemort scoffed and released the spell. He slowly stalked back to his seat and sat down with a sweep of his robes, crossing his legs and staring down at Wormtail expectantly. The animagus gasped in deep breaths, slowly crawling to his feet. Against his will, Harry felt a pang for the man. He knew how it felt to be subject to Voldemort’s sadistic tortures. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to be cowed by it for so many years. And because of it, he couldn’t understand why anyone would follow the madman. He watched as Wormtail finally pulled it together.
“My lord, I apologize. Searching for the Weasley twins and Lupin have proved futile, but everyone is actively searching. We’re led to believe they’re in a building under a Fidelus charm. I’m more than sure the Potter boy knows.”
“Hmm.” Voldemort tapped his foot in thought. Then he stood. “Acceptable. Let us find out if Potter really does know.”
Harry gasped as he was suddenly pulled back into his own mind. It took him a second to gather his scattered thoughts and come back to his senses. Once he did, though, he gasped this time in shock.
Greyback was awake, for one, and had his arms wrapped around Harry. He could hear and feel the werewolf’s growl reverberate from a broad chest into his back, making his body vibrate. Harry blinked his eyes opened, realizing upon doing so that Greyback was growling at a surly looking Malfoy who was rubbing the back of his head. Neither noticed Harry was awake.
“Salazar, Greyback. All I was trying to do was wake him up. I wasn’t hurting him.”
“Bullshit.” Greyback rumbled, arms tightening around Harry. Too tight.
“Oi, you’re killing me.” Harry wriggled uncomfortable.
Two pairs of icy grey eyes, two different shades, looked down at him. He blinked at them, and then grimaced as a trail of blood suddenly slid down the side of his nose from his forehead.
“Dammit.” He reached up to wipe the blood away, only Greyback was faster.
The werewolf shot forward to lick the trail off Harry’s face, following it to his scar in which Greyback lapped at it gently. Harry scowled and futilely tried to bat Greyback’s face from his. The werewolf didn’t budge, or even notice, as his focus was on healing Harry’s open wound. Malfoy gaped at the two.
“What the hell?”
Harry scowled harder and pushed Greyback’s face away. The werewolf growled and Harry returned it, baring his teeth.
“I’m fine. Used to happen all the time.”
“Potter, what exactly happened?”
He turned back to Malfoy. “My scar is more than a souvenir from the time Voldemort—.” Malfoy flinched and Harry rolled his eyes. “—Voldemort tried to kill me. It connects our minds and for whatever reason, I can all of a sudden be sucked into his mind. Usually when he feels a strong emotion, like anger or happiness. I become him, in a sense. It hasn’t happened in a while, but I’m fine.”
Greyback growled. “You were bleeding.”
Harry shrugged. “Just an aftereffect. My scar is what connects us and such powerful magic causes it to get irritated. Sometimes it just gets swollen, sometimes it bleeds. Nothing new.”
The werewolf did nothing more than growl and hold Harry tighter. The raven wiggled again with exasperation. Then he blinked and tensed up as his throbbing forehead reminded him of something.
“Oh, shit. We have to go. Like, now.” He tried to scramble from Greyback’s lap, growling in frustration when he couldn’t move.
Malfoy looked at him. “Well, usually I would agree…But you just woke up from some freaking shit and Greyback is moving around after being beaten half to death. I think you both need to rest a bit.”
“No!” Harry bit Greyback’s arm, jumping from the werewolf’s embrace when the arm instinctively jerked away. “We have to go now. Voldemort is on the way to my cell, right now.”
Greyback cut his hard glare off and stood up, albeit slowly. “What are you talking about?”
Harry growled. “We don’t have time! I’ll tell you later, now can we please go?!”
Malfoy shared a look with Greyback, arching his brow, before nodding slowly. “Okay. If you say you are fine, then I am inclined to believe you.”
The trio quickly went for the door. Malfoy halted Harry before the raven could reach for the doorknob, taking back his wand. The blonde did some complicated wand movements before the door clicked open.
“The door is triggered to set off an alarm for anyone who touched the knob. Safety precautions.” He explained at Harry’s curious look.
A guard was posted a few feet away, thankfully having not notice the door opening. Some guard duty. Malfoy dispatched him quickly with a stunner before waving them on. The blonde had to take the lead once again, now that Greyback was awake and could apparently walk on his own. Harry, however, kept one eye on him just in case the werewolf’s legs suddenly gave out or something.
They were almost to the gate, Harry could see the details on the intricate design—though that was probably more due to his newly enhanced sense over everything—when an alarm was suddenly raised. It wasn’t a sound alarm, but instead more like a wave of magic suddenly washed over Harry, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The only reason he knew it was the alarm was because Malfoy suddenly cursed and began to walk faster. The only reason why he wasn’t running was because he was taking in consideration the injured Greyback, which Harry was thankful for. He couldn’t explain, but he felt the need to protect Greyback at all costs in any way possible.
Another alarm sounded, this time more urgent. It would seem that Voldemort found Harry’s empty cell then. He grit his teeth and balled his fists as he fought against the waves of anger, definitely not his own, that washed over his body, and the blackness that threatened to take over his vision. Greyback noticed and growled lowly in support.
So focused on not getting sucked into Voldemort’s mind, Harry sucked in a sharp gasp as a rough hand suddenly grabbed his arm and jerked him to a stop. He blinked and looked up to see that they were already at the gate and Malfoy had his wand out, again doing complicated wand motions. His attention was taking when Greyback suddenly pulled him into a hard chest and nuzzled his nose into Harry’s neck. He blinked.
“Greyback, what are you doing?”
The werewolf grunted. “Dunno. Kinda going on my instincts right now. Feels like the right thing to do.”
“Done!” Malfoy shouted triumphantly, cutting off what Harry was about to say.
The gate creaked opened and the trio quickly made their way out. Harry shivered as he passed the wards, feeling the strong magic wash over him. He looked up in time to see the air shiver, a ripple in the shape of a half sphere covering the Manor. Another alarm, no doubt. Harry looked down, at Malfoy, who suddenly looked pensive. A thought hit Harry.
By helping them, Malfoy compromised himself. He couldn’t return to the Manor, lest he be instantly killed. The others had to have realized by now that Malfoy wasn’t there. Voldemort didn’t take too well to traitors and Harry knew as well as Malfoy did that Lucius Malfoy would not stand up against the Dark Lord to save his own son. Harry licked his lips and stepped towards Malfoy.
“Come with us, Malfoy.” Malfoy looked up, eyes flashing as he realized that Harry knew exactly what he was thinking.
“Go with you?” He said softly. “I am the son of a Death Eater. Whether I saved you or not will be completely irrelevant in front of the so called ‘Light side’ and you can’t protect both me and Greyback.”
Harry’s eyes flashed and his face hardened with resolve. “Watch me.”
And before anyone could react, he grabbed both Malfoy’s and Greyback’s arms and apparated away.
~oOo~
Remus Lupin, to say the least, was having a very bad month. Harry was missing, the majority of the Weasleys bar the twins and Hermione Granger were dead, and Remus knew who exactly was behind it all. You Know Who. His wolf growled and he grit his teeth, resisting his more animalistic instincts to run out and find his cub. He would not succumb to his wolf; it was dangerous. He wished it wasn’t there. Every morning he woke up cursing Fenrir Greyback for making him this horrible, bloodthirsty creature.
This morning in particular, however, he was too tired to so his usual inner rant of the accursed werewolf. He missed Harry something terrible and the twins were no help. He glanced at the two, who were both pale and tense, and wondered what was going though their minds.
Fred and George watched on grimly as their youngest sibling and only sister was lowered into the ground. Ginny Weasley was the last of eight to be buried, after their mum and dad, and Ron and Hermione.
No one knew the truth of what happened. No one except for the Twins and Remus. The Twins had seen it up close and personal, when Voldemort appeared all of a sudden and took away their family. They felt guilty, because they were inside the house when it happened and therefore were not victimized. It was only bad luck that Bill, Charlie, and Percy had all come to visit and wound up caught in the maelstrom.
Remus had found out by default, only hours after Harry and the others were taken. The man had came in, tired and weary, to the sickly sweet smell of Voldemort and a lack of certain people that were supposed to be there. It took Fred and George an hour to calm the werewolf down enough to explain what happened. Remus was mortified and blamed it all on himself for not being there to help, feeling he same guilt eating up the Twins.
It wasn’t completely Harry’s fault that what happened, happened. He was only a victim, just the same as the others. They weren’t sure if everyone would agree with them. people so easily turned against Harry whenever he messed up that they Twins were terrified to find out what the public would do if they found this out. There was no need to involve the Ministry or the Aurors. They planned to go out and find Harry themselves, after everything settled down. Their only hope was that Harry wasn’t dead yet.
Fred reached out and grabbed George’s had as the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebot, and Tonks made their way towards them. George returned his hard grip with just as much force. They knew what the Minister was going to ask them, and they really weren’t in the mood. They’d just attended the funeral of eight people for Merlin’s sake. Remus growled low, his eyes flashing golden amber, and he stalked off, looking everything like a predator hunting his prey. He couldn’t completely hold back his wolf, not while Harry was missing.
Kingsley swallowed hard but otherwise smiled at the Twins. “Fred, George. It’s good to see you two.”
George glared. “Could you just get to the point, sir—?”
“We don’t mean to be rude but—”
“Today’s been a bit hard and—”
“We’re not in the mood.” Identical scowls spread across their faces and Kingsley nodded understandingly.
“With good reason. I don’t mean to be so blatant boys, but…well, as the Head Auror I have to do something and you’re the only ones who survived the ordeal. I’m not saying that you have to answer any questions today, but I will have to ask that you come into the Ministry, preferably to the Auror’s Department, to be questioned soon.”
The twins nodded and Kingsley hesitated. “And if you find out anything about Harry…” He gave them a meaningful look. They glared as he walked away, the grip on each other’s hands almost painfully tight.
Fred and George shared a look. They had to find Harry, and soon. ‘Cause eventually, someone was going to find out exactly what happened. And it wouldn’t be good for anyone.
It wasn’t until a full hour later when Remus finally returned to Grimmauld Place. He figured since the place was under a Fidelus that it would be the safest place to go. And if Harry somehow managed to escape before they could find him, then it would probably be the first place he would go. The Twins spent most of their time there, but they had decided to mourn for their family a while longer.
Once Remus opened the door, he beelined straight for the kitchen. This morning he hadn’t been able to stomach anything and now, much later in the early evening, he was starving. Remus had unspokenly became the designated chef whenever the Twins showed up—which was most of the time—as neither of them knew how to cook and Kreacher refused to even appear without Harry there yelling and cursing his mouth dry until the reluctant house elf showed up. As is, he was hungry and planned to do nothing more than to eat until they could no more. That is, until he saw who was sitting at the table, muttering darkly about unresponsive elves.
“Harry!” Remus shouted, rushing forward and scooping the raven into his arms. He ignored the way Harry’s body was a lot thinner than before—his ribs were starting to poke out again—or the way his muscles twitched.
“Remus!” Harry gasped out, hitting the werewolf on his shoulder. “Cut it out. Can’t breathe.”
A guttural growl immediately set Remus off, as he was already on edge, and he quickly pulled Harry behind him to bare his teeth at whoever issued the growl. Only to blink in shock at the sight of a half-beaten and tired Fenrir Greyback tense and ready to jump at him. Then his instinct rode over his initial shock and he growled, holding Harry close behind him. Greyback quickly stood, looking every inch as the feral beast he was even with the lacerations and bruises littering his body. The two were on the verge of pouncing each other when Harry intercepted, slipping past Remus to put a restraining hand on Greyback’s chest.
“Stop it, you two. Remus, please; Greyback’s not a threat. The same to you, Greyback.” He growled, much to Remus’ surprise, when Greyback didn’t back down. “Greyback!”
The werewolf, not taking his eyes off Remus, pulled Harry into his side. “He hurt you.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Not purposely. Merlin, he’s my godfather for shit’s sake! Calm down, would you.”
Greyback visibly forced himself to relax and let Harry go, returning to his chair. Remus, on the other hand, was not convinced and glared furiously at Greyback.
“Harry, why is Fenrir Greyback with you? Don’t you know he’s dangerous?”
“Remus…” Harry sighed. “He’s no more dangerous to me than you are. So please, calm down. It’s been a long day and I would rather just…sit here and just be. Merlin’s balls, I feel like passing out where I stand.”
It was then that Remus paused and took in the sight of his young cub. Dark circles ringed Harry’s eyes that carried just a hint of a haunted shadow with them, his cheeks were gaunt, his skin was much paler than it used to be, he lost a considerable amount of weight, and his muscles kept having spasms at random intervals. Very few bruises littered his body, minus the strange, slightly big purplish red one on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and from what Remus could see there were no cuts on his body. His gaze softened and he bowed his head guiltily.
“Sorry, Harry. Your room is the same as it always is, so you can go straight there. Your…guest, however…”
At that moment, someone cleared their throat and Remus turned towards the sound. Then his eyebrows rose at the sight of Draco Malfoy sitting at the table with his legs crossed, glaring haughtily at him.
“That is plural, Lupin. I will also be staying here, along with Greyback.”
Remus turned to Harry, who shrugged. “He’s the one who helped us escaped. He can’t return to Malfoy Manor, or they’ll kill. I kind of forced him to come with us.”
“Indeed.” Malfoy sneered at Harry, who returned it with a glare.
“Okay.” Remus sighed and rubbed his temples where the beginnings of a headache crept up on him. “Usually, I would offer the guest rooms, but this house is old and all the rooms not used on a regular basis by us are dusty and carry creatures of unknown variety. Kreacher could take care of it but…” He glanced helplessly at Harry, who grimaced.
“Kreacher.” His grimace turned into a scowl when the elf did not appear. “Kreacher!” This time he growled, ignoring Malfoy’s snicker. “DAMMIT KREACHER IF YOU DON’T BRING YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE RIGHT NOW I SWEAR ON MORGANA’S TITS I WILL FUCKING FLOOD THAT LITTLE HELLHOLE YOU LIVE IN AND THROW AS MANY CLOTHES AT YOU AS POSSIBLE—.”
A loud pop interrupted him and the little ugly creature squinted up at him with a disdain expression. “Yell any louder, and you’ll wake Madam Black…Master.”
Harry’s eye twitched. “Kreacher, how many times do I have to call you until you respond?”
The elf shrugged. “Kreacher does not like Master Harry. Master Harry is a good for nothing half-blood. Kreacher does not take orders from half blood with happiness.”
“I don’t care. I own you so do as I fucking say!”
“Yes Master Harry.” His tone implied that he was only going to do the same as he usually did, which was either half-assed or not at all.
A sudden malicious grin split Harry’s face, surprising Remus. “Kreacher, I can’t believe you really acted in such a disrespectful manner in front of Draco Malfoy. Not only is he a pure blood, but he’s also a descendent of the Most Noble and Ancient Black House.” Harry tsked as Kreacher’s eyes widened. “Such a bad elf.”
Kreacher’s already pale face went lighter until it gained a sickly pallor as his gaze switched between the smirking Harry and Malfoy, who was trying and mostly failing to keep a straight face. “K-kreacher is so sorry, Master Harry. Kreacher will go punish himself now.”
That immediately made Harry’s smirk drop. “No, Kreacher, that’s unnecessary. I just need you to go make two of the guest rooms fit to sleep in. And also prepare dinner.”
The anxious elf nodded jerkily. “Yes, Master Harry.” with a pop, Kreacher was gone.
Harry relaxed immediately, sinking down into a chair beside Greyback wearily. Remus’ wolf howled with the urge to rip Harry from Greyback’s side, but he knew that he wouldn’t survive long in a fight against the beast of a man. Greyback wanted Harry for a reason, and Remus wanted to find out why, completely forgetting that Harry was tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep. He pulled up a chair and pinned his godson with a look. Harry, catching the look, groaned loudly.
“What is it, Remus?”
“How did you get involved with Greyback?” He began immediately, cutting straight to the chase.
Harry rolled his eyes. “We were locked in a cell together, for Merlin’s sake Remus. You’re acting like he brainwashed me or something.”
Remus shot Greyback a dark glare. For all he knew, that’s exactly what the man did. With a snort, Greyback leaned forward and grabbed Harry’s chin. Before Remus could react, the werewolf pulled Harry to his chest and lifted his head, baring his neck and the bruise on it for all to see. Harry did nothing more than shift uncomfortably, letting out a small whine as he pushed at Greyback’s face. The man ignored him, locking eyes with Remus.
“See this, boy? This is my mark.” He grinned evilly. “You’re precious little Savior is one of us now.”
Remus’ hurt stopped beating for a moment. No, not Harry.
“Greyback.” Harry growled out.
Faster than anyone could see or react to, Harry somehow bit Greyback and slipped from the man’s grasp. Greyback growled at him, which Harry returned by baring his teeth.
“That’s the second time you’ve done that in less than an hour, pup.”
Harry’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Then stop doing things that allow me to bite you.”
Greyback pointed a finger at him. “Keep defying me like you are and you’ll regret it.”
Fortunately, before Harry could retaliate with something that would definitely get him attacked—which meant that Remus would be forced to get involved—Kreacher reappeared with a loud pop. He looked up at Harry, a look of contempt passing his features for a brief moment.
“Master Harry, Kreacher has done as Master Harry asked. The rooms closest to the stairway are ready to use. Kreacher will go make dinner now.”
“Thank you, Kreacher.” Harry lost his glare and smiled at the elf, shocking him. “Can you wake me up if I fall asleep when dinner’s ready?”
Kreacher nodded jerkily. “Of course, Master Harry.” The elf disappeared.
Harry, shoulders now slumped with exhaustion, looked around the room. “Well, I guess I’m going to sleep now. Malfoy, Greyback, you guys can follow me to your rooms. Remus…we’ll talk later.”
The raven turned away and marched from the kitchen. A moment of hesitation, then Malfoy and Greyback hurried after him. Remus sighed and slumped in his chair, closing his eyes shut tightly. He could hear Kreacher banging around in the kitchen, muttering about this and that. Remus couldn’t believe Harry was back. He couldn’t believe his little cub was now a fucking werewolf. And he’d brought back the most notoriously known werewolf in all Wizarding Britain. Plus a Malfoy.
He wasn’t sure how he was going to tell Kingsley, should the Auror suddenly show up at the place.
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