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Chapter 36 - Competition
History of Magic with Professor Binns was traditionally believed to be the most boring class. Even Romy had to agree with them on that front. Though it was perhaps fortunate that she wasn’t in their year, and therefore wasn’t sharing classes with Harry and Clay; the two boys had taken to doodling and messing around during class, throwing magical paper air planes across the classroom to land in the Gryffindors’ hair.
“Harry Prince!” Professor Binns said, finally losing his cool, which no one currently at the school could remember ever happening before. It had only happened this time because a paper air plane had flown through his ghostly head and proven to be a distraction that even Professor Binns couldn’t ignore.
“Yes, Sir?” Harry asked, stifling a giggle as he looked directly at the Professor without faltering or looking in the least bit ashamed of his actions.
“Seeing as you’re confident enough to not pay attention perhaps we should test your knowledge on magical history?” the teacher suggested calmly, hoping to put the boy in his place.
“Bring it on,” Harry said with a confident smirk. There was a smattering of whispers around the room; some hopeful that Harry would get it all right, but others, just like the Professor, were hoping to see the teenager taken down a notch or two. Binns was undoubtedly about to ask for a whole selection of dates and facts that he might or might not have reeled off during one of his tedious classes that none of them would be able to remember all of.
“When was Hogwarts founded and by who?” Binns asked, drifting slightly in Harry’s direction.
“Seriously?” Harry asked. “I thought you were going to test me. Hogwarts was founded by Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw, but the exact date isn’t known,” he droned off in an almost bored tone. “Though reasonable estimates place it in the late ninth, or maybe even the early tenth century,” he added confidently.
Binns didn’t look too happy with the smart-ass response, his ghost eyes narrowed, glaring at the young student. “During the house elf enslavement what was the name of the house elf sentenced to death when he refused to serve his masters?”
Harry simply rolled his eyes. “I assume you’re talking about Mimbly,” he told him with a bored sigh and fake yawn. “However,” he went on, “there are numerous examples throughout history. Mimbly was just a famous case because her master happened to be the Minister of Magic at the time.”
At this point Binns was looking less and less happy with the situation, the rest of the class staring between Harry and the Professor, waiting with baited breath to see what was going to happen next. “In what year did the Ministry of Magic develop the werewolf code of conduct?” he asked and at this even Clayton couldn’t stop himself from laughing.
“1637,” Harry said with a bored drawl. “But it failed miserably because no one was going to sign up to be stigmatised like that,” he informed the Professor. He has really been hoping he might actually get something to stretch his mind a little; he was, in truth, a little disappointed.
Binns was, by now, while still seeming mildly annoyed, reluctantly impressed by Harry's knowledge; it was something that he hadn't been expecting from the rather arrogant teenager. He thought for a moment before he asked his next question. “Which muggle Pope authorised the prosecution of Sorcerers in 1320?”
“That’s more like it,” Harry said with a grin. “Finally, a challenge. That is a trick question because I believe you’ll find that the answer is Pope John XXII, but I also think you’ll find that he wasn’t a muggle at all, he was a squib.”
Binns nodded his approval, and there was a smattering of whispers that ran around the room; impressing the ghostly wizard was quite an achievement. “What was the name of the infamous werewolf that brutally murdered countless witches and wizards in the first wizarding war and had a fetish for biting young children?”
Harry was momentarily startled by the question; clearly a few people thought that he didn’t know the answer because he could hear sniggers coming from some of the Gryffindors. He opened his mouth to speak but his throat was suddenly painfully dry; he had been horrified by what he had read about Fenrir, but to hear his teacher talk about his mate’s supposed history so bluntly was disconcerting to say the least.
“Mr Prince?” Binns asked, still looking at him expectantly to see if he had an answer to give.
Harry gathered his thoughts. “Fenrir Greyback,” he responded, glad his voice came out a lot more steadily that he expected, though it sounded more like a whisper. He heard a rather startled gasp from Clay; he supposed that his pack brother hadn’t known about the common beliefs held in the wizarding community about their Alpha.
“And how old is Greyback now?” Binns questioned, actually mildly impressed by the range of the boy’s knowledge and wanting to give him a real challenge.
“Thirty-six,” Harry said, without a moment’s hesitation. He might have been amused by the whole situation if he wasn’t so aggravated by the accusations against his mate.
“That is incorrect, he is thirty-seven,” Binns said snappishly, turning back to the board, intending to continue with his class, seemingly happy that he had found something that Harry didn't know the answer to.
“Not until the end of February he isn’t,” Harry went on, not about to be told he was wrong when he knew with certainty that he was absolutely correct.
Binns turned back to him with narrowed eyes. “How did you know…?”
“I could tell you the exact date of his birthday if you like, or maybe what his wand’s made of; perhaps none of that is of interest to you,” he went on feeling more and more angry, his temper starting to get the best of him, “maybe you’ll want his cock size next?” he suggested.
“Harry,” Clayton hissed in warning.
The muttered warning was enough to stop Harry saying anything else. The entire class had turned to stare at him now and he realised that he had said too much and almost given himself away.
“Sorry, Sir, just don’t like people doubting my knowledge,” Harry said, hoping that the rest of the class would just assume he was being arrogant, but he could see Draco giving him a rather pointed look.
Binns, however, seemed to take it on face value and, a moment later, went back to his usual teaching method of speaking at the class and hoping something would sink in. Harry, though, had tensed up and was trying to remain calm. Clayton, who was sat next to him, looked at him in concern.
“What was that all about?” he asked in a hushed whisper.
“Nothing,” Harry retorted, not wanting to go into detail, at least not here, not in the middle of class where anyone could listen in.
“Was that stuff true?” Clayton asked a little impatiently. “What Binns just said, is it true?”
“Yes,” Harry snapped irritably, wishing that Clay would just shut up for a few minutes before his already frayed temper made him snap and say something he would come to regret. “I’ll explain later.”
Clayton, while unhappy with this brush off, accepted that Harry would explain later. History of Magic was not the best time to talk about Fenrir Greyback or the life he had lived before the two of them had known him; but they would talk, and soon.
FGHP
The bell rang, signalling the end of History of Magic; this was much to the relief of the occupants of the classroom, who were bored out of their minds by the end of class, even with Harry's brief entertaining banter with Binns. They now had fifteen minutes to get to Herbology. Draco asked Daphne to go ahead with Pansy and Blaise; he wanted to be there for the conversation that Harry and Clayton were about to have. She had looked rather put out at this but hadn’t said anything and, other than a disapproving look, she simply went off with Pansy ahead of the three boys.
“Come on Harry, explain,” Clayton said, not liking the fact that he didn’t know what was going on. “You said that you would.” He had had more than enough of being left out of the loop in the few days that he and Harry hadn’t been talking.
“I wanted to know why whenever Fenrir is mentioned that everyone knows who he is and why they’re always scared,” Harry explained, jumping straight in; they didn’t have the time to go about this delicately.
“So it’s true, what Binns said?” Clayton asked, astonished. Fenrir was his Dad’s best friend and while he knew the Alpha had a vicious streak in him and was not exactly a gentle soul, he hardly would have thought him sadistically brutal, or have expected him to have murdered children.
“I think so,” Harry said sadly, unsure about what to think and dreading trying to talk to his mate about it.
“No,” Draco said, with a pensive expression on his face; many times had he seen facts manipulated to present a specific image to suit someone’s needs, it would be of no great surprise if the facts had been twisted to the ministry's purposes on this occasion. “That is what the history books say, it’s not what you’ve told me about him.”
“He has told me there are things in his past that he doesn’t want me to hear about though,” Harry admitted. He had no idea what he would do if Fenrir’s story matched those from the history books he had read. “What if it is true?”
“Then you owe him a chance to explain it himself,” Clayton said firmly, “before you believe what is written in every book.” He was certain that if it was true then the Alpha had had his reasons.
“I just can’t… it seems so unbelievable that Fen is anything like what everyone thinks," Harry said sadly. "Everything he’s done for me, for the pack... and then I remember that he bite me before I was two and it just brings back all these doubts.”
“Harry,” Clayton said with a sigh, “does it change how you feel about him, knowing what you know? Does it change anything?”
Harry didn’t even have to think about it, he didn’t even hesitate for a second before he gave his answer. “No,” he said knowing that this was true. Though he also knew that he and the Alpha had to talk; they had a lot to talk about and it was likely that it would take a lot to get anything out of the rather grumpy Alpha.
Clayton was right however, it didn’t change anything. Harry had seen the brutal, harsh Alpha male at his worst and the kindness and passion when he was at his best. Harry didn’t think that anything could make him love the possessive oaf of an Alpha any less.
FGHP
The next day, Wednesday, after lunch saw them all heading for another Defence Against the Dark Arts class. There was a buzz of excitement in the air though because tonight was the Slytherin verses Ravenclaw Quidditch match and therefore the first match that Harry would be playing in as seeker.
The Slytherin Quidditch captain, Adrian Pucey, had been putting Harry through his paces during their Friday night practices and testing him to the limit, since he had been assigned to the position of seeker. He now believed that Harry was ready for the match and Harry was determined not to let the team down.
None of them were particularly keen to be in class with such a big match coming up and, even though they were going, they had no intention of paying much attention. Professor Lupin seemed to have predicted this mood, however, and had prepared a lesson for them that would capture their attention.
He waited for them all to settle down into their seats before he began, watching them carefully but none more so than Harry. “Did you know,” he began, smiling at his students, “that in the final of the very first Quidditch world cup in 1473, Transylvania released one hundred vampire bats on to the Flanders team?”
Amazed whispers echoed around the class as Lupin wandered up and down the classroom between the desks, happy that he had captured their attention so aptly. “Can anyone tell me the native range of the vampire bat?” he asked the class and of course, Hermione Granger was the first one to raise her hand.
When the bell rang to signal the end of their first afternoon class, which had been far more interesting than any of them had anticipated, all the students hastily began to pack their books away; history of magic was the only class left between them and the match, as soon as dinner was over it would be time to head down to the Quidditch pitch.
“Harry,” Remus said as the student in question stood up to leave, “perhaps I could have a word with you,” he requested kindly.
“Why?” Harry asked, turning to look at the Professor; Clay had stopped just ahead of him, waiting, glaring at the Professor for daring to suggest such a thing. “I don’t think we have anything to talk about right now.”
“I believe that we do, Harry” Remus returned, ensuring to keep his voice level and calm as the other students continued to file out of the classroom.
“Is it about school work?” Harry challenged.
“Well, no, it isn’t but-” Remus said, slightly flustered over the confident challenge.
“Then what is there to talk about, you're my teacher,” Harry stated simply as he turned to leave, joining Clay and heading for the door where Draco was waiting too.
“I knew your parents, I went to school with them,” Remus said and at his words Harry stalled. He wanted to turn around and face the man but he knew that he wouldn’t have been able to keep his cool. He didn’t care if Professor Lupin had been at school with his parents, he didn’t know the man and he wasn’t about to trust him.
Taking a deep breath, his entire body tensed, really not wanting to give the Professor the satisfaction of a reaction he quashed down his curiosity and kept walking. He went straight past Draco, kept his head down and just kept going. He heard Clayton call out after him but he didn’t stop, he wanted to be as far away from Lupin as he could be and he had no intention of going to History of Magic either.
He was moving so fast and not paying any attention to where he was going that he was a little shocked when he barrelled into a rather solid body that was much larger than his. He wasn’t prepared for it at all and, as such, the impact sent him flying, landing on the floor.
“Shit,” Harry swore as he landed on his arse. Looking up, he was at least grateful for a familiar and friendly face as a hand was offered to him to help him to his feet.
“You alright?” Cedric Diggory asked with a sweet smile. Harry looked up into kind grey eyes and smiled right back as he accepted the hand and was pulled back to his feet.
“Yeah,” Harry said, blushing a little at how close he and Cedric had ended up being. “Guess I’m being clumsy today,” he muttered unhappily.
“Perhaps I should walk you to your next class then,” Cedric said, still having hold of one of Harry’s hands within his own and making no attempt to put any distance between them. “To, you know, prevent you from hurting yourself; who knows who you could bump into next.”
“Don’t you have class though?” Harry asked, giving Cedric a rather confused look, not missing the fact that they were still holding hands.
“Free period,” Cedric replied with a shrug. “Where are you headed?”
“Anywhere but History of Magic,” Harry admitted with a scowl, which made Cedric laugh.
“Yeah, class with Binns is rather abysmal,” the seventh year Hufflepuff teen agreed with an amused smile. There weren’t many students in the school who could honestly say that they had learned a great deal from the ghostly professor; the majority of them relying on their own studying and revision to pass the required exams.
“Tell me about it,” Harry agreed. He hadn’t thought much of Binns and that was even before the questions that had been thrown at him about Fenrir the previous day.
“How about I let Binns know I’ve had to borrow you for an hour, then you won’t get into trouble?” Cedric offered and Harry just looked at him in amazement.
“You can do that?” Harry asked him, definitely mildly curious about why Cedric would do that for him, but not complaining in the least; he might have even have accepted help from Weasley if it got him out of History of Magic… maybe.
“Yeah, sure,” Cedric returned, with a shrug as though it was nothing at all. “I’m head boy after all, it has to come with some perks,” he explained and Harry smiled at him.
“My hero,” Harry said. “Saving me from an hour of utter boredom and detention for skipping it.”
“Anything for you,” Cedric said with a slight blush to his cheeks. “Come on,” he said quickly before Harry could comment, still keeping his hold on the younger teenager’s hand. “Let’s go and get you out of History of Magic, then we can go and do something more fun.”
The two of them headed off in the direction of Binns classroom, still holding hands. Harry had such a smile on his face as they ran through the empty corridors, the rest of the students being exactly where they were supposed to be. They came to a sudden halt a few feet away from the classroom door, both a little breathless.
“Wait here,” Cedric instructed and Harry nodded, watching as the Hufflepuff teen knocked on the classroom door. “Professor Binns,” Harry heard him say as he opened the door a little. “I’ve had to borrow Harry Prince for a moment, I’m very sorry.”
“Very well, Mr Diggory,” Harry heard Binns say, followed shortly by, “Sit down. Mr Danes, I’m sure you can survive one class without your friend.” Harry felt a little guilty about leaving Clayton on his own but he would explain later. He watched, still smiling, as Cedric closed the classroom door and came back towards him.
“So, Harry,” Cedric said. “What do you want to do with your new found freedom?”
“I want to get some chocolate,” Harry said with a grin, realising that the one thing that he could really go for was some caramel chocolate. He hadn’t had any in a long while and now that he didn’t have a disapproving Fenrir or a stern father looking over his shoulder he could eat as much as he wanted.
Cedric laughed, enjoying Harry’s enthusiasm. “Alright,” he agreed, “the kitchens it is.”
“Lead the way,” Harry said, motioning for Cedric to go ahead of him. He was really starting to like the older teenager.
FGHP
Apparently the Hufflepuff common room wasn’t far from the entrance to the kitchens, or so Cedric told Harry as they walked. Once the two of them were settled in the kitchen, the house elves were rather accommodating and, although they didn’t have caramel chocolate, they did have brownies and ice cream.
“Have you ever had an ice cream sandwich?” Cedric asked as Harry devoured his second chocolate brownie, neither of them sparing a thought about ruining their dinner.
“No, but it sounds epic!” Harry exclaimed in delight, his emerald eyes glinting with excitement as his imagination ran wild with thoughts of an ice cream sandwich.
“Then allow me to show you,” Cedric said as Harry watched on. The older teenager took a brownie and cut it in half long ways before requesting some vanilla ice cream.
“Can I confess something?” Harry asked somewhat shyly as he watched as Cedric took another brownie and cut that in half lengthways too.
“Sure,” Cedric said, looking up to meet the Slytherins eyes.
“I’ve never eaten ice cream before,” he said, a hint of a blush covering his cheeks.
“What, never?” Cedric asked, astonished. Harry shook his head; he had gone from the watchful eyes of his Dad and Damon, who wouldn’t allow Clayton ice cream , for good reason, so it seemed fair not to allow Harry any either, then to the pack where they couldn’t have it for obvious reasons. “Wow, that is just… wow.”
“Don’t rub it in,” Harry said giving his friend a playful nudge to the ribs as a rather accommodating house elf handed over the vanilla ice cream that Cedric had requested, also giving them two spoons.
Harry watched in complete fascination as Cedric took a spoonful and began to spread it out across the half brownie as if he were smearing butter on bread. His eyes went wide in awe as when the ice cream has layered thick, Cedric put the other half of the brownie on top and then presented it to Harry.
“And here it is,” Cedric said, sliding the plate across in front of Harry. “The magnificent, ice cream sandwich,” he declared proudly, holding back a chuckle at the child-like delight on Harry’s face.
“That has to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Harry said licking his lips, practically salivating over the desert in front of him.
“Go on, have some if you want it,” Cedric said; the fact that Harry was so happy at his creation making him smile with delight. Harry didn’t need to be told twice; he picked it up and took a bite. He swore that if food could make a person come then he would have orgasmed then and there without question, it was that good.
Harry moaned around his mouthful as he savoured the various flavours on his tongue, the gooey brownie, the cold, silky texture of the ice cream. The coco was bitter and yet the ice cream sweet, they went so well together it was astounding.
Cedric watched; his breath caught in his chest as Harry’s tongue flickered out to capture a stray crumb of brownie from his lips. The Hufflepuff could feel himself get rather hot around the collar as he watched the rather innocently done sexual actions of the Slytherin teen; he could feel himself growing hard as Harry groaned with pleasure, taking a second bite and he suspected that Harry had no idea what he was doing to him.
“Umm,” Cedric said, reaching forward, “you missed a bit.” Raising his thumb to the corner of Harry’s mouth he wiped away a stray bit of ice cream before Harry could use his tongue. Cedric then brought his thumb to his own lips, an action Harry watched with a curious expression; the head boy seemed to really like that ice cream.
At that moment the bell rang, signalling the end of class and the beginning of dinner and Harry knew he had to go and find Clayton and Romy. The former would no doubt have a lot of questions as to where he had vanished to, not to mention complaints about being left in such a boring class in the first place.
“You’re coming to watch me play tonight right?” Harry asked as he got up, grabbing his book bag and making towards the exit.
Various images of watching Harry play went through Cedric’s mind as he nodded his head. “Of course,” he said, swallowing to ensure that his words came out steady, despite how flustered the younger teen had left him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Great, thanks for the sandwich,” Harry said before leaving. Cedric had to take a moment to collect himself before turning to the house elves and asking for them to send up a few more ice cream sandwiches up to Harry during dinner.
FGHP
“You need to start explaining,” Clayton demanded as he dropped himself into the seat next to Harry. “History of Magic is boring enough without you leaving me to spend the lesson alone,” he grumbled.
“Wait, Harry wasn’t in class?” Romy asked, glaring between her pack brothers as she too joined them, sitting on the opposite side of Harry to Clayton and easily picking up on their conversation.
“Some seventh year came in and said he needed Harry for something,” Clayton told her though he didn’t stop glaring at his best friend, wanting to know what had happened to him.
“Cedric was just doing me a favour,” Harry said with a sigh. He had known that he would have a lot of explaining to do but he hadn’t really expected for Clay to be so grumpy about it, though he could understand why he was so unhappy. Harry would have been just as discontented to be left on his own in Binns' class.
“Cedric? As in Cedric Diggory, the head boy?” Draco asked, as he took a seat across from the other three. He was looking at Harry incredulously, not quite believing him. Romy was not exactly looking impressed either.
“Yeah, after the mood Lupin put me in there was no way I was facing History of Magic, especially not after the last time. Cedric just told Binns that he needed my help with something so that I wouldn’t get detention,” Harry tried to explain. Of course Romy had no idea what had happened in their Defence Against the Dark Arts class and was looking at them curiously.
“What did Lupin do exactly?” she asked, looking between her pack brothers and Draco waiting for one of them to explain. The blond just shrugged his shoulders and focused on pouring himself some juice, he wasn’t stupid enough to get involved in any discussion of something that Romy so clearly disapproved of; she wasn’t his family after all.
“Lupin said he went to school with Harry’s parents,” Clayton told her. “He was trying to get Harry to talk to him.”
“Talk to him about what, exactly?” Romy asked, annoyed more than ever that she wasn’t in the classes with her pack brothers. It was infuriating for her to hear everything second hand, after it had happened.
“No idea,” Harry told her with a shrug, “I didn’t stick around long enough to find out,” he admitted, not really wanting to think about it. “After I left class, I bumped into Cedric, literally. He said he’d tell Binns that I was needed elsewhere,” Harry told her with a shrug.
“How did you talk him into that?” Romy asked, glaring at Harry, as if suspecting that he had had some underhand tactics going on to get his own way. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before, many times before.
Harry shrugged. “It was his idea,” he told her truthfully. He had kind of been wondering the same thing; surely it wasn’t normal practice for head boys to help younger students skip class, even if they are friends and having a bad day.
“I hardly think the head boy would encourage you to skip class, Harry,” Romy said disbelievingly. She didn’t really know anything about the current head boy but anyone who could earn such a position surely took their education at least somewhat seriously.
“Well I’m not telling you what we did then, you’ll think that even more inappropriate,” Harry said slyly. Draco couldn’t help his snort of amusement at that; he was actually a little impressed that his friend had the head boy wrapped around his finger already.
“Now you have to tell us,” Clay said, keen to know what his best friend had been up to while he had been sat, bored out of his mind.
Harry laughed, but he wouldn’t keep such a discovery from his best friend really, no matter how much Romy disapproved. “We went to the kitchen and ate ice cream sandwiches and Clay, I’m telling you, you have to try them, they’re awesome!”
“So you skipped class with the head boy and went and ate ice cream?” Romy asked, the idea was absolutely preposterous; and yet, she realised, it was so very Harry that she could very well believe that that was exactly what he had done.
“No,” Harry corrected her, “ice cream sandwiches. The brownies make all the difference,” he said grinning at Clay.
“If there are brownies involved, I’m game,” Clayton said happy, suddenly feeling a lot more forgiving towards his friend for skipping class.
“You’re always game, brownies involved or not,” Harry teased as the food appeared in front of them. “Merlin, the house elves are amazing!” Harry said with delight as he saw the plate of the food he had been raving about, grabbing two and thrusting one at Clay who looked at in delight. Romy seemed less than thrilled.
“Don’t eat too much, Harry, we have a game tonight remember,” Draco said from across the table. Normally he wouldn’t be bothered if Harry ate a tub of ice cream and a bowl of sugar for every meal, but they had a Quidditch match that evening and a sick seeker didn’t exactly make for winning tactics.
“You can’t tell me that when there are ice cream sandwiches in front of me,” Harry whined. “They’re just too good.” He could see Draco’s point, but that didn’t make the brownie and ice cream delights in front of him any less tempting.
“Well then it will be all your fault when Ravenclaw win,” Romy said. “I guess I shall cheer for my house team then, if you lack any true commitment to the game,” she said deviously, helping herself to some of the vegetables that had appeared beside her.
“Oh come off it, Romy, you would never cheer against me,” Harry said confidently but he still made no move to eat the ice cream sandwich that he had grabbed the moment that they had appeared.
“Want to test that theory, Harry Prince?” Romy challenged as she put down the bowl of vegetables that weren’t even the slightest bit appealing to Clayton and took some chicken onto her plate. Harry eyed her over, trying to figure out if she was bluffing or not and couldn’t tell either way.
“You just don’t want me eating this instead of dinner,” Harry said in a huff, certain of his pack sister's motivations whether she was bluffing or not.
“Well I am sure you will have great fun explaining to whole of Slytherin house how you were too sick to play,” Romy said with a devious smirk and Harry looked at her, wondering how on earth she had been placed in Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin. She had brains, there was no denying that, but she was more sneaky and devious than even he was at times.
Harry pouted, reluctantly admitting she might have a point. The idea of failing the team, when he had usurped the position from Draco in the first place, was cringe worthy, and he grumpily put the brownie and ice cream combination he was about to eat onto Clay’s plate.
“Awesome,” his best friend declared and Romy gave Harry a look that promised him terrible pain for giving Clayton sugar. Draco just rolled his eyes and went back to serving himself a dinner of chicken and vegetables, though he promised himself that he would have an elf bring him an ice cream sandwich as a victory celebration later as they did look rather good.
“What?” Harry asked, with mock innocence as he took in the expression on Romy’s face. “If I can’t have ice cream sandwiches for dinner, I at least want the amusement of watching what happens when Clay does.”
“Fine, but when it all goes horribly wrong just remember this was your doing,” Romy said sternly, her voice carrying the authority of a far older witch. Clayton gave a cheer of delight that made Harry laugh. “This is not going to end well,” Romy grumbled under her breath as Clayton began to eat.
FGHP
Harry and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team left dinner a little earlier than the others so that they could get down to the Quidditch pitch, change into their robes and go over the game plan one final time. Pucey was confident in their game plan, which was mostly pummel the Ravenclaw team into the ground, steal the quaffle often and for Harry to damn well make sure he wasn’t beaten to the snitch by a girl.
Apparently Ravenclaw had beaten Hufflepuff in their first match of the season, the previous term 170 to 40, so Harry was hopeful that the other team wouldn’t be too much of a walkover, but like the Slytherin team captain, he was confident that Slytherin would come out victorious. After all, they had beaten Gryffindor in their last match, 180 to 30, and that was before they had him on the team.
“Ready?” Draco asked Harry in a hushed whisper as Pucey went over instructions for what to do with their beaters Crabbe and Goyle.
“Of course, but are you?” Harry retorted with a smug grin. “I would hate to catch the snitch before you even get to try to score a goal,” he teased his friend.
“You might be good, Harry, but not that good,” Draco told him with a roll of his eyes.
“Care to wager on that?” Harry challenged, grinning at Draco, happy that he had goaded the blond into this challenge.
“Wager?” Draco asked with a slight tone of surprise. Harry really did seem to like competition.
“Yeah,” Harry said confidently. “I bet that I’ll catch the snitch before you score,” he clarified.
Draco looked dubious. He didn’t really mind at all, but most Slytherins wouldn’t have wanted to take a gamble on such a long shot. There would almost certainly be at least a handful of goals scored before Harry even saw the snitch. On the other hand, he would have to be the one scoring those goals to win the bet and that wasn’t always guaranteed with two other chasers on the team. It was a wager that would motivate them both and if the extra motivation helped them to a Slytherin victory then he was all for it.
“What’s the bet?” Draco asked decisively.
Harry tapped his finger on his chin, making a show of thinking about it. “Shall we say 10 galleons?” he asked, his eyes bright with enthusiasm for the challenge laid down.
“You’re full of it, Prince,” Draco said, “but I’ll happily take your money.” He offered out his hand for Harry to shake, which of course the other teenager did without hesitation, and the bet was on.
“Malfoy, Prince, when you ladies are done flirting we have a match to win,” Pucey called out, as Harry and Draco shook on their bet.
“Now, now, Pucey,” Harry teased, sidling over to the team captain, “trust me if I was really flirting you would know it,” he told him with a wink. He heard Bletchley and Montague snort in amusement, but Pucey didn’t look too impressed.
“Pitch, now,” he said firmly pointing towards the door.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Harry said cheekily, giving a salute before grabbing his borrowed broom and heading after Draco, who was shaking his head at the ridiculous daring of the young werewolf. He had never known anyone who had as much balls as Harry Prince; though, he thought, facing Fenrir Greyback on a day to day basis was bound to have that effect.
As Harry headed out onto the pitch, broom in hand, he looked up at the stands filled with students and teachers all around them. He quickly spotted Clayton who was jumping up and down rather enthusiastically cheering Harry’s name, with a very disapproving Romy standing next to him with her arms crossed over her chest.
He saw her turn and say something to Clay, presumably about falling off the stand they were in, because a moment later Clayton peered over the edge as though checking how far it was to the floor and shrugged, apparently judging that he would survive if he fell because he promptly returned to his cheering. Harry snorted in amusement; it would be typical of his best friend to get hurt at a Quidditch game he wasn’t even playing in.
He turned his attention away from his pack brother and sister, looking instead at where Madam Hooch was already stood waiting, in the middle of the pitch, with the Ravenclaw team captain; Davies, Harry vaguely thought his name was. Pucey approached the two of them as the rest of the team took up their places behind him on their end of the pitch.
“Keep it fair, keep it clean,” the Hogwarts flying instructor told them sternly, though Harry noticed this instruction was definitely directed more at their team than the Ravenclaws. “On your brooms, please,” she said loudly enough that the members of both teams could hear her clearly.
Doing as instructed, Harry climbed onto his broom. He had been regretting not having collected his own from Ingleton because he had been practising using one of the school brooms; he could fly better than most even on the relic of a broomstick he had been provided with but he it would definitely be better to be back on the one his father had bought him.
Thankfully, Draco had a spare broom from a few years back which he had gotten his mother to owl to the school and been happy to lend him. It had only arrived just in time for the match, so Harry had only flown on it once before, but it was still a great improvement over the alternative. Of course the blond had said it was all for the sake of a Slytherin victory, but Harry appreciated it nonetheless.
The moment that Madam Hooch blew the whistle almost caught him off guard, but with the ease of someone to whom flying came naturally, and of someone who had been given their first broomstick aged just seven, Harry took to the air. His team moved around him as he head upwards, hoping to get a view of the pitch.
“A first match for the new Slytherin seeker,” a loud voice bellowed through the stadium, “and I think we are all curious to see if the choice to replace Malfoy with Prince mid-season was a wise one. Pucey isn’t exactly known for his brains…”
“JORDAN!” the familiar stern tone of Professor McGonagall interrupted.
“Sorry, Professor,” Jordan said quickly, before going on with his commentary and Harry was glad when he focused on the other players rather than him. “Malfoy has of course taken Warrington’s place as a chaser, and looks like it was a good choice as he has the quaffle already, and he passes to Montague, who passes back to Malfoy, dodging a bludger from Ravenclaw beater, Inglebee. Cho Chang flying as seeker for Ravenclaw, but she seems to have decided to just tail Prince for now…”
Harry turned and looked over his shoulder; sure enough, the dark haired Ravenclaw seeker was not far behind him, and when he took a few swerves to try and lose her she simply followed. He supposed she was kind of pretty if you liked that kind of thing,; Clay probably would have made a move on her if he wasn’t so besotted with Romy, but Harry already hated her playing style.
“And it looks like Malfoy is going for an early goal, but a bludger from Samuels sends him off course, and oooh… great save by Page for Ravenclaw,” Jordan’s voice told the crowd.
Harry growled in annoyance and did a quick flip, heading back in the direction he had just come, trailing his eyes over the pitch. He was doing his very best to ignore the niggling presence of the other seeker, but it was difficult to do. If she messed up his chances of winning his bet against Draco, he was going to be really pissed off.
“And Davies has the quaffle, the team captain passing it off to Chambers, and onto Bradley; these three fly well together, impressive teamwork. Nice attempt by the Slytherin beater, Crabbe, but the bludger misses. Oh boy! That nearly hit Pucey and the Slytherin captain does not look happy. But look, Chambers passes to Bradley, to Chambers, to Davies, and… Bletchley misses it, that’s a Goal! Ten points to Ravenclaw.”
Harry cursed under his breath, not exactly the start they had been hoping for but it wouldn’t matter as soon as he caught the snitch, he reminded himself. This match was theirs, he was just determined to win his bet too.
FGHP
Clayton seemed to be outraged that Ravenclaw had gotten the first goal and was shouting out all of the names of possible fouls he could remember, none of which had any relation to what was actually happening on the pitch. Romy had given up trying to quieten him, and was choosing to watch her other pack brother flying instead.
They were in the Slytherin section of the stands, and Romy was glad for that decision now given Clayton’s enthusiasm. Luna has suggested they join her with the Ravenclaws, but as they were cheering for Harry and the Slytherins it had seemed unwise. It was obvious to Romy that Harry was getting seriously annoyed with the Ravenclaw seeker; meanwhile, the students around them were getting seriously annoyed with Clayton.
“Is there nothing you can do about him?” Astoria asked, looking at the manically hyper boy with disapproval. Daphne, next to her, was scowling and grumbling about this being why they shouldn’t associate themselves with Gryffindors. Pansy, Blaise and Theo all mumbled and nodded their agreement to the sentiment.
“You have Harry to thank for this I’m afraid,” Romy told her friend, “it was him who thought introducing Clayton to ice cream sandwiches was a good idea.”
“Well it’s alright for him, he doesn’t have to sit next to Danes for the duration of this match,” Astoria grumbled, applauding with the rest of the Slytherins when Bletchley managed to stop Ravenclaw from scoring their second goal.
“The Slytherin team are going to have to pick up the game if they want to match the standard of the Ravenclaw chasers,” Jordan’s voice told them. “Or else Prince needs to find that Snitch as quick as he can, though no indication that either seeker has seen any sign of it yet.”
“Woooooo! Go Harry!” Clayton bellowed, dancing around on the spot, much to the annoyance of two third year girls on his other side. “Sorry, ladies,” he apologised with a flirtatious wink, “just getting into the spirit of things.”
“You’re a Gryffindor,” the one further from him, with a disdainful look on her face.
“Yep, but the guy who’s going to win the game for you Slytherins is my best friend,” he said proudly.
“Leave them be,” Romy instructed looking more than a little pissed off. “Ignore my cousin, he’s an idiot,” she said, leaning around her pack brother to speak to the two girls.
“I was just being friendly,” Clayton insisted.
“Yeah, you are always friendly where there are pretty girls involved,” she said under her breath with a pinched expression.
“You don’t have to be jealous, Romy,” Clayton said, throwing his arm over his pack sister’s shoulders, “my heart still only belongs to you.”
“I am not jealous!” Romy told him firmly, though perhaps a little too hastily, because Clay was looking all too pleased with himself. “Shut up and watch the game,” she instructed, shrugging him off and letting out a huffy noise when he placed a kiss on her temple before she could object.
She let out a growl of annoyance before turning her attention back to the game just in time to see Harry make a dive for the ground. Her hands came up to cover her mouth as he picked up speed, hurtling towards the ground.
“Prince goes into a dive but Chang is hot on his tail,” Lee Jordan said and they could hear the excitement in his voice. “Has he seen the snitch or is it a ploy…?” The entire crowd was in a state of horror and excitement as Harry dove towards the ground, pulling out of the dive at the very last moment, something that Cho Chang didn’t manage. “Oh it looks like the sneaky bastard -”
“JORDAN!”
“Sorry professor, the sneaky Slytherin has pulled a Wronski feint,” Jordan went on. “And the Ravenclaw seeker might be out for the count, but I think we see now why Malfoy was replaced by Prince.”
“What’s one of those?” Romy whispered to Clay, leaning close to him so that she would be heard of the cheering. The Slytherins were celebrating the fact that Cho hadn’t been able to pull out of the dive in time and was looking to be rather badly injured.
“He pretended to see the snitch,” Clayton explained. “Because Chang was following him around, he knew she’d dive too. He wanted to take her out.”
“He did that on purpose?” she asked, looking down at where Madam Hooch was check on the Ravenclaw seeker and calling for someone to help the girl either back on her broom or else off the pitch.
“Yep, and using the time to look for the snitch too,” Clay told her, pointing up at where Harry was carefully surveying the pitch while play was otherwise halted. “Devious little Slytherin,” he said affectionately, to which Romy rolled her eyes.
“Not sure if I’m horrified or impressed,” Romy said, looking up at Harry dubiously.
“Both?” Clay suggested with a shrug and a laugh.
FGHP
Draco always found it rather frustrating when Quidditch matches were put on hold, and it didn’t help that he could see Harry's eyes darting around in search of the snitch, while they all had to stay still. He had yet to score, the whole team had so far failed to score; at this rate he was going to lose his bet against Harry and this pause was definitely tipping the scales in the other boy’s favour.
He watched on as Chang managed to struggle to her feet and climb back on her broom. He wasn’t sure why she was bothering; she looked like she was about to pass out at any moment, and there wasn’t a chance in hell of her beating Harry to the snitch unless it flew directly into her hand. With all the players back in the air again Madam Hooch blew the whistle and they were playing again; Draco had renewed focus and determination to score a goal.
“And they’re off, Montague with the quaffle, passes to Pucey, back to Montague, these Slytherins seem determined to even the score. Oh, nice try by Samuels, that bludger nearly unseated Montague,” Jordan was saying.
Draco was up towards the goals, taking care not to get into the scoring area, waiting until his fellow chasers would get close enough to pass him the quaffle; the last thing they needed was to be accused of stooging. He winced slightly when Pucey had to swerve suddenly to avoid a bludger that Inglebee hit in his direction, but he and Montague were still getting closer.
“Pucey, Montague, Pucey… Oh, beautiful steal by Davies and… oh no, bludger from Crabbe and Davies has dropped it.”
Draco headed down the pitch as Pucey dove; the captain caught the quaffle, twisting on his broom and flung it in the blond’s direction. Leaning forward, Draco picked up the pace, snatching the ball from the air before Chambers could reach it. He pulled the tip of the broom up and did a flip, heading back towards the goals, the quaffle tucked tightly under his arm.
This was his chance, and he risked a glance at Harry who laughed at the determined look on his face; but that just spurred Draco on even more. He could see Page in front of the three tall posts, guarding them with a serious expression on his face. Draco had a choice to make; Montague was now quickly approaching the hoops from another angle and he could pass to him, or he could go for the goal himself.
“Malfoy is going for it, Montague is ready for the pass; this would be the first points for Slytherin if they can make it. With their seeker injured the Ravenclaw keeper, Page, really needs to save this,” Jordan was saying.
A smirk twitched at Draco’s lips, as he shifted on his broom as though going to throw the ball to Montague; he could see Page shift accordingly, ready to defend the right and middle hoops. And then he threw, though not at his fellow chaser, but at the goal.
“Malfoy shoots,” Jordan shouted clearly as surprised as Page, just like Draco had hoped. The whole crowd seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation. “And it’s in! Ten points to Slytherin.”
Draco glanced up over his shoulder at where Harry was flying. The werewolf paused long enough to smile and shrug his shoulders in Draco’s direction, clearly not at all upset at having lost the bet. Harry had enough money left from beating all the Slytherins at pool for ten galleons not to matter.
Harry spared only a few seconds to acknowledge Draco’s victory before he was looking around for the snitch once more; it hadn’t been a long match as such so far, certainly not on the scale of some of them, but he had been hopeful for a quick catch. He tried to filter out the sound of Jordan’s commentary.
The score was even, at ten points each, and the other seeker was barely able to stay on her broom, if he couldn’t win them this game now, then he would resign simply from the shame of it. He wasn’t worried though, he had caught enough snitches to know he could do it, it was just a matter of how long it would take.
And there it was; Harry might have cursed his luck for spotting it so soon after Draco’s goal, for having come so close to winning the bet, but he was just pleased to have spotted it. It was close to the ground too, Chang would almost certainly believe him to be feinting again.
“And has Prince seen the snitch?” Harry heard Lee Jordan cry out as he started to dive towards the ground, turning slightly off to the left to follow with the little golden ball’s change in direction.
The stadium was full of cheers of his name. “Prince, Prince, Prince,” they were chanting and he pressed forward as fast as he could, and then he reacted on instinct. There was something black heading towards him, that he could see from the corner of his eye and he changed path just in time for the bludger to do nothing more than ruffle his hair as it sped by.
His heart was hammering in his chest and he ignored the excited commentary from Jordan and shouts from the crowd; that was far too close. But he was already looking around trying to see where the snitch had gone but he had lost it.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes and dropping his broom down lower, scanning the surface of the pitch in the hope that the small ball had stayed low.
He almost laughed at the sight of it fluttering around near the end of Madam Hooch’s broom, and plough himself towards here. Her eyes widened and she darted out of the way with obvious experience, and Harry cried out with glee as his finger’s clamped down around the fluttering wings of the golden snitch, which was now held firmly in his palm.
“Harry Prince has done it,” Jordan informed the crowd with a tone of surprise as Harry held the little ball over his head. “Slytherin win, 160 to 10.”
Triumphant and filled with a feeling of jubilation Harry soared higher, clutching the little golden ball over his head for all his team mates to see, the crowd cheering around him.
FGHP
Clayton grinned back when Harry looked in his direction. His best friend had a delighted expression on his face, the hand with which Harry was holding the snitch was still held high above his head. The noise around them was immense, Romy had to cover her ears with her hands as the stands erupted in celebration.
Romy glanced up at Harry and amidst all the celebrations she saw that one of the Ravenclaw beaters had hit a bludger towards the Slytherin seeker. She tried to shout out a warning but there was too much noise and not even Clayton, who was stood next to her still, could hear her.
As it was her warnings went unheard by anyone and no one else noticed until it was too late that Harry was in the direct line of the bludger, which moments later collided with the back of Harry’s head. It was perhaps fortunate that they weren’t life threateningly high from the ground. The knock to the back of his head had dislodged him from his broom and he went hurtling toward the ground.
Clayton, having realising what was about to happen a few seconds beforehand, had grabbed the edge of the stand and attempted to throw himself over the edge. He knew that he would survive the fall and even get away without much of an injury but the only thought in his mind was to protect Harry and that meant attempting to catch him as he fell. But an arm around him had stopped him from jumping and by then Harry was heading towards the ground.
He turned to look at her questioningly, ready to push her off of him; but Romy simply shook her head and he understood to her and her reasons why. They both turned back in time to see Draco hurtling down after him. Clayton and Romy watched with baited breath as their pack brother got closer and closer to the ground.
Draco was a fair flyer that was for sure, as proven when he managed to catch hold of Harry but brooms were only designed to carry the weight of a single person and all he was able to do was slow the falling teenager down as he fell. It was good enough, however, to prevent serious injury but Harry was still unconscious when he reached the floor.
Having seen him land safely, Clayton and Romy were out of their seats and hurrying down the stairs to reach him. Neither knew what to do; they needed the Alpha, he needed to know that Harry was hurt. Their first priority, however, was to get to Harry and once they’d managed that, not be separated from him again until he was better.
FGHP
“Did we win?” Harry asked groggily as he shifted in bed, his head a little fuzzy and he couldn’t remember why. Wherever he was it smelt weird and he wasn’t in the Slytherin dormitory, but he did have company. He could smell the familiarity of Romy and Clayton curled around him, one on each side of him.
“Yeah,” Clayton grunted as he was roused unwillingly from sleep as his best friend shifted and wiggled. He didn’t know what the time was but he knew that it was early and that knowledge was enough to make him want to go back to sleep.
“What happened?” Harry asked as he shifted, his bladder achingly full.
“Bludger, head,” Clayton said with a yawn, Romy groaning when her pack brothers didn’t shut up and insisted on waking her up.
“Not good,” Harry muttered unhappily. No wonder his head felt as if it were the size and consistency of a watermelon, through it at least didn’t hurt, which was a bonus.
“Nope, not good. Now shut up and sleep,” Romy muttered as she tried to bury her head under the one pillow that they were all sharing on the rather narrow single bed. One wrong move and they were all going to be on the floor.
“Can’t,” Harry said, feeling rather awake considering, “need to piss, badly. Move it, Clayton.”
“Get Romy to move,” Clay muttered unhappily.
“Push him out of bed, Harry” Romy bit back, her eyes still closed.
In retaliation Clayton went to prod Romy in the stomach, as a reflex action her legs rose up to her stomach, pushing Harry into the bed and therefore nudging Clayton over the edge, unfortunately he had been hanging on rather tightly to Harry who in turn had been snuggled into Romy, the three of them a tangle of limbs and blankets. As a result, when Clayton went tumbling to the floor, they all did, landing with a groan before looking at one another and bursting out into hysterical laughter.
At the sound of their laughter the matron came bustling into view, a look of utter disapproval on her face which turned into a scowl when she saw them all on the floor, giggling. She didn’t seem to be overly impressed that her patient was on the floor, let alone tangled up with two other students. The three laughing Werewolves didn’t even seem to notice that there was another patient in the room; Cho Chang had also had to spend the night after her fall.
“Prince, Danes and Howard,” Madame Pomfrey said somewhat stiffly, her hands on her hips as she glared down at them. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Laughing?” Harry responded.
“I don’t appreciate that kind of attitude and cheekiness, Mr Prince, especially not considering that I allowed your friends to remain here with you last night.” The way she said the word friends gave Harry the distinct impression that she knew what they were and wasn’t exactly approving or sympathetic towards them.
“Pull the stick out of your arse, we were only laughing,” Clayton said grumpily, he really wasn’t a morning person even with coffee. His comment set Harry off laughing again, though Romy simply clipped her cousin around the head, glaring at him for daring to speak to a member of staff with such disrespect.
She didn’t much like the matron nor the tone in which she addressed them but it still went against every fibre of her being to speak to a teacher in that tone. Romy had picked up on her distaste for them being there the night before when Harry had been brought in after the match. Madame Pomfrey certainly hadn’t wanted the two non-patients to stay overnight but they had refused to go anywhere.
It was widely known that some witches and wizards weren’t as tolerant as others when it came to werewolves and other mythical creatures but the school nurse seemed to be one of those that really detested them for what they were. Whatever her reasons were behind her prejudice, Romy didn’t care as long as she looked after Harry.
“Well it seems that you are in perfect health, Mr Prince,” Madame Pomfrey said with pursed lips, glaring at the three werewolves with distaste. “You can leave, all of you,” she added. She had no issue with what they were, at least she wouldn’t have done if she had come across them outside of the school. As it was their presence at Hogwarts put the students here directly in harm’s way. Despite the headmaster’s reassurances it was something that just didn’t sit right with her and therefore she couldn’t tolerate them.
“Can I at least take a piss first?” Harry asked as he managed to untangle himself from the bed covers and got to his feet, holding out a hand to help Romy up too. Clayton was still fighting a battle with the bed covers, but soon was getting to his own feet, throwing a longing look at the bed; he really was still tired. A glance out of the window told him that it was only just after dawn and that was far too early to be awake without the promise of coffee.
“Very well,” the school nurse agreed, with obvious reluctance, pointing in the direction of the bathroom attached to the medical wing. “But then go, you’re disturbing my other patients.”
“Patients?” Harry asked incredulously, getting annoyed with the matron’s attitude, as much as she was annoyed with theirs. “You have one,” he pointed out, “the pathetic excuse for a seeker who didn’t get hit with a bludger and just stupidly fell of her broom. I think she’ll survive,” he said snappishly.
“Out, all of you!” she said angrily; he could find a bathroom somewhere else if he was going to take that kind of tone with her. The boy was clearly fine, and the spells she had cast while they were still sleeping had told her as much, so there was no need to for him to remain in her medical wing a moment longer. “Out now,” she snapped.
“So much for patient care,” Harry muttered as the three of them were ushered out into the hallway in their pyjamas. He couldn’t help but wonder how much more of this kind of prejudice they would have to experience when their secret inevitably got out.
“Yeah well, I have more bad news for you,” Clayton said with a grimace, really not wanting to break this next bit of news to his friend however having no choice. He looked to Romy for support and she gave a small nod of her head to show him that she was there to back him up if he needed it.
“There was nothing we could do,” Romy said apologetically. She wasn’t looking forward to breaking this news to Harry any more than Clayton was but it was done now and he had to be told.
“What, what is it?” Harry asked, suddenly worried. He didn’t like the looks that Clayton and Romy were currently sharing, he wished they would just get on with it and tell him what they knew that he didn’t.
“The headmaster, he’s duty bound to do it, he didn’t have a choice,” Romy tried to explain, picking her words with care, not wanting Harry to over react or get upset. “He had to inform your legal guardian of any injuries that occurred while you at the school.”
“He sent a letter to Dad,” Clayton said bluntly, summarising in one go what Romy was trying to explain gently. She glared at him before turning to look at Harry who looked startled at this news and as if he were going to run. It was the look that scared her the most. Even if he did run, the letter had still been sent and it would only cause more worry before Harry managed to find his way back to the territory to reassure his mate that he was okay.
Harry grimaced, knowing that there was nothing he could do and knowing how worried that Fenrir would be about him. “Shit,” he said, wishing that the ground would open him up and swallow him right then and there because he knew exactly the reaction that his mate would have to this letter and it wouldn’t be good. He only wished that they could be together so that neither of them had to worry any more.

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Magda - Yes, it was rather mean, the april fools, but we thought the update would help ease our guilt. ;) We are very glad you are enjoying the story and yes, it took us a while to figure out how the werewolves at Hogwarts thing would work. We always knew it would have to function differently from how Lupin managed it when he was there, given that he was a lone wolf and our pups are a pack. We are glad to hear it is working. Feel free to dream away. There is nothing wrong with a little bit of fantasising, but we make no promises. :P

Jan - Yes, Clay really needs the time sleeping with the other two to help him reconnect with them again. We think they are rather cute all cuddled up together.
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