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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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The chapter that many of you have been excited about, hope you all enjoy seeing the pups back with the rest of the pack again.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 38 - The Reunion
There had been no reasoning with the Alpha male come Saturday morning. He had not seen his mate in two long weeks, nothing was stopping him from going to the school to pick him up. He didn’t care that he was a wanted man in the wizarding world, Harry Prince was his mate and he was going to collect him.
Jenson had tried talking to him but had ended up with a hand around his neck and the Alpha growling in his face, so he had wisely and quickly surrendered on the matter and accepted that Fenrir would be accompanying Callie and Damon to collect the pups. He had been hoping to go himself but there was no way that was happening if the Alpha was leaving the territory; his role as Beta meant he would be staying.
Of course, as was predictable, their leaving to collect the pups did not go according to plan. Damon and Micha had been sharing a rather passionate goodbye kiss despite the fact that they would only be separated from each other for an hour.
“You know we can’t do this when I get back, right?” Damon said softly, nuzzling affectionately into his mate, placing soft kisses across his jaw and neck.
“Do what?” Micha asked as he tilted his head a little to allow Damon better access. He was rather enjoying the attention that was being lavished on him, he was unaware that it was all about to come crashing down.
“Kiss,” Damon said, he wanted to be sure that Micha was aware that they couldn’t act quite so couple-y once Clayton was back. He really just couldn’t deal with opening that particular can of worms.
Micha took a step back, needing to be out of the embrace. “Seriously?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he looked at his dominant mate. Damon had been over this before with him, the fact that he kept repeating it only made Micha think that he really wasn’t wanted.
Damon sighed. “Micha,” he began but at the soft sigh of his name the submissive wolf narrowed his eyes into a glare, crossing his arms across his chest, daring for Damon to dig himself deeper into the hole.
“No, don’t Damon, maybe I don’t want to kiss you any more anyway,” Micha said unhappily. He really wasn’t impressed by his mate’s behaviour. He knew that he had his reasons as to why he didn’t want Clayton to know but to keep repeating it, constantly reminding him, it hurt.
“Micha,” Damon said again, his tone one of exasperation. He could see that Micha wasn’t exactly happy but there wasn’t any way around this and he didn’t exactly want to be having this argument with his mate again.
“No, because if I can’t have you all the time then maybe I don’t want to be with you at all,” Micha said grumpily, turning away from Damon and walking away in a huff. Of course Damon went to go after him but a hand on his shoulder put a stop to that notion.
“We’re leaving,” the Alpha’s gruff voice said from behind him. Damon watched as his mate sat down grumpily next to Lukas, looking every bit like a sulking child. It was rather difficult not to be amused when Micha was so adorable but as much as he wanted to go reassure his mate, Fenrir was obviously not going to wait a moment longer and he couldn’t risk the Alpha just deciding not to wait for him and rushing off by himself.
Trusting Lukas to watch over Micha until he got back Damon turned and followed the Alpha over to where Callie was standing waiting; she looked every bit as keen to get to the school as quickly as possible as Fenrir did and that really was saying something.
He wanted to see his son but he could see that Micha wasn’t happy and that it would take a little effort on his part to fix it. He knew that there was a lot of caramel chocolate in their future. With a sigh Damon nodded his agreement; it was time to leave. Their pups were coming home.
FGHP
Dumbledore was stood next to his desk frowning somewhat disapprovingly at the three young werewolves currently in his office. None of them could take their eyes off the fireplace, through which their guardians were expected to arrive at any moment. It was obvious that they were beyond excited about seeing them again. They were all acting as if he, the great headmaster of Hogwarts, didn’t exist.
Clayton was apparently the most excited of the group, or at least the least able to contain how he felt, as he was completely unable to stand still and was going from pacing back and forth to simply bouncing up and down. Romy was wringing her hands as she leaned back into Harry’s side, her pack brother having thrown one arm over one of her shoulders and resting his chin on her other.
“Any minute,” he whispered to her, his voice full of anticipation as they both lost themselves, gazing into the flickering orange flames that crackled happily in the grate, unaware of exactly how important it was to the three teenagers in the room.
The fire suddenly blazed to life with brilliantly bright emerald green flames and Harry swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. The first person to step through the floo network and into the headmasters study was Callie, Romy’s face lit up in a huge smile at the sight of her as she disentangled herself from Harry and ran to her mother.
“Mum!” she said, throwing her arms around Callie in a tight hug that was returned to second it was given, the two clearly happy to see one another. The next to enter the headmaster’s office after a few brief moments was Damon, he came through the floo into the headmaster’s office with practised ease before instantly scanning the room for Harry and Clayton.
“Dad!” Clay said, unable to contain his excitement as he barrelled towards his father and into his arms. Damon smiled fondly at Harry who returned the gesture in equal measure as Clay hugged his father.
Harry was left standing on his own, holding his breath, wondering if Fenrir was coming too; he honestly didn’t think that he would. It wouldn’t have been sensible for the Alpha to come here but Harry had been hopeful regardless of this fact. He was still happy to see Damon and Callie, he loved them both and they were his family, but they paled in significance to the Alpha male. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting somewhat awkwardly for the others to stop with their initial greetings so that they could leave, not really sure what to do with himself while Romy and Clay were embracing their parents.
He was letting his gaze drop to the floor in disappointment at the fact that no one was coming for him, not even Micha, when the fireplace unexpectedly burst into life for a third time; Harry’s heart felt like it jumped up into his throat as his large, domineering mate stepped through the floo network and joined them in the office that was quickly becoming rather cramped.
“Fen!” Harry exclaimed, half shocked, half overjoyed, his face lighting up with a beaming smile. He didn’t hesitate for a moment before he threw himself forward and into the strong arms of his mate, which were more than ready for him. Fenrir accepted his little mate into his arms, lifting him up easily so that their lips could meet.
The other four pack members looked on in amusement; it seemed that the Alpha pair were completely oblivious to where they were or who was around them as they smashed their lips together in a passionate embrace that showed exactly how much they had missed one another. Harry’s arms encircled Fenrir’s neck, fingers weaving into his long, dark blond hair as their kiss deepened, the Alpha’s arms tightening around the teenager, protectively. The only person in the room who was not happy with the rather intense show of emotion was the headmaster himself, whose eyes had narrowed in recognition regarding who was standing in his office.
“Mr Prince!” Dumbledore’s stern voice said, cutting through the moment like a dagger, the six werewolves all turning to look at the man who had dared to interrupt their first moments together in two weeks. Harry was gently and carefully returned to the ground where he stood on his own two feet; however, the Alpha did not release his hold on his mate, choosing to keep his arms around the teenager protectively.
“What?” Harry asked, glaring at the headmaster, obviously angry and not really in any mood to deal with Dumbledore’s nonsense today of all days, particularly given he now had the backup of not only his mate, but Damon and Callie as well. Harry hated Albus Dumbledore with a passion and would have liked nothing better than to rip the old man limb from limb but that would probably be frowned upon, though he thought that maybe the Alpha would have approved.
“This…” the headmaster said with a sneer at Fenrir, “is your... Alpha?” he questioned and Harry simply nodded, leaning back into his mate, surrounding himself in his scent. He didn’t feel as if there was any reason to elaborate on the situation to the old man and, to be honest, if Dumbledore was unable to figure out how things were between Harry and Fenrir given their greeting then, as far as Harry was concerned, he deserved to remain ignorant on the facts.
“And you are Fenrir Greyback, correct?” Dumbledore went on, his face now schooled blank but there was no mistaking the coldness of the tone with which he spoke nor how stiff he had gone at the sight of the large Alpha male, as if on edge. Romy could see the headmaster’s wand hand twitching a little, as if itching to reach for his wand so to protect himself; her eyes narrowed, watching the headmaster carefully.
“Problem?” the Alpha wolf snarled, tightening his arms around his little mate possessively. He was looking at the elderly headmaster with nothing other than distaste. He knew that he couldn’t do anything to him but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to rip the man apart for the way he was looking at Harry right now.
“That you, a known murderer, are having… intimate relations with a teenage boy? Of course I take issue with this.” At these words the Alpha glowered at the headmaster, his teeth bared in warning, and he was not the only one either. Everyone else in the office would have gladly attacked the old fool in that moment.
“What I do with my mate is none of your business, you meddling old fool,” Harry snapped before his brain could catch up with his mouth. He was so sick and tired of Dumbledore trying to take control of every aspect of his life. If it wasn’t for Fenrir wrapped around him right now then he wouldn’t have been able to maintain the small amount of control that he had.
“Outside of this castle, that may be true,” Dumbledore conceded, “but you are not currently outside of these walls, Mr Prince,” he pointed out, his voice full of a smugness that tied Harry’s insides into nervous knots. He suddenly hated that Fenrir had turned up here; he could have waited a little longer for them to be together, now he had lost the upper hand. Harry knew that the headmaster would hold this over his head and he was going to have to play ball with the meddling old man whether he wanted to or not.
He hadn’t forgotten that his mate was a wanted man and there were potentially many problems that the headmaster could cause them should Dumbledore decide that he wanted Fenrir out of the way. Of course that would mean that Harry would undoubtedly refuse to return to the school, and that would complicate matters, but that didn’t mean that if the werewolves pushed the headmaster far enough he wouldn’t just take action anyway.
“Then we’re leaving,” Fenrir grunted, perhaps even less willing to put up with Dumbledore’s attempts at manipulation than Harry was. Besides, he had his little mate in his arms, the other pups were with them, they had what they came for, as far as he was concerned they had no reason to stay a second longer. It was also better for the headmaster’s safety if they left now.
“Do not come here again,” the headmaster warned the Alpha. “And if I hear or see anything to indicate that there have been inappropriate activities then I will report it to the ministry,” he told him with a rather smug expression. “I am sure they will be delighted to have Harry taken from your care and see that you spend the rest of your life in Azkaban.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Harry stated, outraged at the nerve of the headmaster to threaten such things so blatantly. It hadn’t even occurred to him that Dumbledore or the ministry would object to Fenrir and him having a sexual relationship, but he supposed he was still considered under age, until the end of July at least.
“You think not, Mr Potter?” Dumbledore asked, looking rather amused at the reaction he had gotten from the teenager. The teenager had been disrespecting not only him but his entire staff since he arrived and now he was going to make sure that that didn’t happen anymore.
“It’s Prince,” Harry snarled, taking deep breaths to inhale Fenrir’s scent in the hope that it might stop him from completely losing his temper with the headmaster and doing something he would probably regret. He could feel the strong arms around him, holding him tightly to the large body of the Alpha, refusing to let him go or to loosen his grip even a little bit.
“Of course it is. Do forgive the absent mindedness of this old man,” Dumbledore said with a small bow of his head, but for all the sincerity of the gesture, his tone was mocking and Harry wasn’t fooled for a second.
He really hated the headmaster; if it wasn’t for knowing that he had to come back and find his father he would have just said fuck it all, and not come back to Hogwarts at all. Two weeks ago he had been set on getting his answers, but that alone would never have been enough to risk his mate’s life or the risk of him ending up in Azkaban. There were very few people he would take that risk for and it just happened that his father was one of them but it would be his risk to take and he wouldn’t have his mate or in fact any of the pack hurt because of him.
“Perhaps we can discuss having a meeting when you return,” the headmaster said with an annoying twinkle in his blue eyes as he looked at Harry, smiling a sweet smile that made even the sweet natured Callie want to punch him.
Harry wanted to tell the man where to shove his meeting, but quickly realised that maybe a conversation about what the hell the headmaster wanted might be a good idea. “Perhaps we can,” he agreed, and he felt Fenrir’s body tense against him. His mate was almost certainly going to try to talk him out of returning, Harry realised with frustration, but that was an issue for later. “I have a thing or two I would sure like to say to you,” he told Dumbledore rather pointedly.
“Excellent,” the headmaster said, with what sounded like genuine glee, as he rubbed his hands together. “I am sure it will be a delightfully charming conversation,” he added with a smug smile on his face; they both knew all too well that no conversation between them would ever be able to maintain the façade of being charming or delightful for long.
“Alpha, we should go,” Damon hissed from where he was standing behind Fenrir, in little more than a whisper. Harry turned to look at the man and saw the anger in his eyes, but it was nothing compared to the rage in Clayton’s; his best friend was almost physically shaking and Harry suspected that if it wasn’t for the strong grip that Damon had on his son then Clay might have just punched the headmaster already.
Fenrir just grunted his approval of Damon’s idea and didn’t wait for the headmaster to offer the use of his floo powder before he practically forced some into the former Beta’s hand and pushed Damon and Clayton into the fireplace, where Damon spoke an address that Harry didn’t recognise.
“I’ll let your parents know that you were sorry not to be able to visit them,” the headmaster said with a sickening smile as Callie stepped forward with Romy tucked into her side.
“They aren’t my parents,” Romy said quietly, meeting the headmaster’s eyes defiantly. “But tell Adam and Jennifer Chester whatever you must. I don’t know what you think you will gain by trying to push me towards them but, let me tell you, I have no doubt about who my parents are, and it isn’t them.”
Callie gave her daughter a glowing smile as she took some floo powder and, with Romy pinned safely to her side, followed after her brother and nephew. This left Harry and Fenrir alone in the headmaster’s office with Dumbledore, something that both werewolves were not keen to prolong any longer than strictly necessary.
“They’ll be collected from Hogsmeade next time,” Fenrir said dismissively, glaring at the headmaster.
But it seemed as though the headmaster had said all that he felt he needed to say because he simply nodded his head in agreement, a cocky smile in place. He raised no protest as Fenrir picked Harry up into his arms, took a handful of floo powder and followed after his other pack members. The last thing that Harry saw before the floo whisked them away was Dumbledore’s smug smile and mocking wave, so perhaps it was for the best that it was too late for him to be able to get out of the fireplace and punch the old man.
FGHP
“Daphne?” Astoria said quietly as she took a seat next to her sister in the library.
Daphne gave a small huffy breath before she looked up from the book she had been reading and turned to her sister. “Yes, Astoria?” she asked with all the politeness she could muster given that she had just been disturbed half way through trying to understand a rather complex aspect of magical theory.
“I was wondering where Romy is,” she said, knowing full well that her sister knew where the Ravenclaw girl had gone and frustrated that Daphne was refusing to share information she had about it. Romy was her friend after all, not Daphne’s.
“I already told you that that is not something you need to know,” Daphne said curtly, turning her attention back to her book and ignoring the way Astoria was glaring at her furiously. Her little sister could pout and sulk all she liked but that didn’t mean that Daphne was actually going to tell her that her new best friend was a werewolf.
“But Daphne…” Astoria started to protest.
“Astoria,” Draco said in a warning tone from his seat across the other side of the table; even if Daphne was willing to share such information with her little sister, this certainly wouldn’t be the place to be discussing such thing.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw that Granger was watching them curiously, with a thoughtful expression on her face that made Draco wonder just how much she had figured out. He had no like of her, she was muggle born after all, but he couldn’t deny that she had something of a brilliant mind; it was something that he would never admit out loud to anyone but it did make him wonder how long it would take her to figure out what Harry, Clayton and Romy were if the three of them were going to head home for ‘family business’ every full moon.
“But Draco,” Astoria whined, “it’s not fair that you and Daphne know and…”
“Astoria!” Daphne said impatiently, having had enough of her sister’s attitude. “I said no and that is my final word on the matter. Now either settle down and do some of the homework I am certain you need to do, or else go find someone else to bother.” She felt slightly bad for having been so abrupt with her sister but Astoria really had left her no choice.
Draco chuckled lightly at the pout on the younger Greengrass sister’s face before turning his attention back to his own book. To the rest of the world it looked like a book on advanced potion making but in truth he had simply transfigured the cover of a book about alternative magical transportation, which he was reading through in hopes of any clues that might help him with the cabinet he was still attempting to repair.
FGHP
The unknown floo address had taken them to what Damon informed the pups was Lukas’ house. Harry and Romy had both been instantly itching to get their hands on the numerous books that filled the shelves all around them. However, Fenrir was keen to get back to the territory as quickly as possible; he certainly didn’t want to be delayed by the two younger pups browsing Lukas’ book collection for something to read, especially when they had been at school for two weeks and had plenty to read there.
Callie had assured them both that she was sure that Lukas would bring them any of these books they’d like to read. “He would probably even post some of them to Hogwarts for you if you wanted,” she pointed out and Harry and Romy knew she was spoke in earnest. Lukas had never denied them access to his books or knowledge before. “But the Alpha is right,” she went on, “we should get back to the territory first.”
Clayton and Damon nodded their agreement to this, the former having no interest in literature of any kind and the later keen to make sure his mate was okay, given the way Micha had been when he left the clearing. Romy conceded the point because she was really looking forward to seeing her Dad, and Harry because he was excited to see both Micha and Lukas again, so the six of them apparated back to the territory.
The problem for Harry was that the moment they arrived back in the familiar patch of woodland, Fenrir was dragging him off away from the others before he could even say hello. If he had thought that the trip into the forest might have ended in an orgasm then he might have allowed himself to be dragged away, however, as it was, Harry knew that an orgasm was probably not on the forefront of Fenrir’s mind right now.
“Fen,” Harry said, “let me go, please,” as he said this, he dug his heels in and point blank refused to be moved any further away from the group.
“We're going to talk!” the Alpha grunted, his voice stern but Harry was far too used to the severity of his tone to be bothered much about it. His mate was always irritated about something he had done, it seemed silly to break that habit now.
“It can wait,” Harry said determinedly. In all honesty it really could wait; Fenrir couldn’t change Harry’s mind about anything, he would still be going back to Hogwarts regardless of what the Alpha said about it and he would still be meeting with Dumbledore, because on that front he now had no choice.
“Little one,” Fenrir said in warning, but Harry wasn’t about to give into his domineering mate’s demands, he had had enough of people controlling him.
“Later,” Harry stated firmly, wrenching his wrist from Fenrir’s grip and turning to head back to the others, where Romy was already in her father’s arms, Jenson hugging her tightly. “What’s with the logs?” Harry asked, as he reached the rest of the pack, gesturing to what seemed to be three tree trunks placed around the central fire.
“Thought you went to school to get smarter,” Micha teased as he came up to his fellow submissive and hugged him. “They’re chairs,” he went on to explain. “You know, to sit on.”
“We leave you here for two weeks and you suddenly think you’re a comedian,” Harry joked back, wrapping his arms around Micha, accepting the hug.
Fenrir didn’t look impressed with the way the two submissive wolves embraced each other so affectionately but he said nothing as he went to sit close to the fire. He was annoyed at having been brushed off by his little mate but he was too pleased to have all three of the pups back in the pack for the moment to make a real fuss over it just yet. Harry had promised that they would talk later and he would see to it that that happened.
Harry inhaled, taking in Micha’s familiar scent, but there was something else there too and he broke out into a grin with the realisation. “So you finally worked things out with Damon then,” Harry whispered in Micha’s ear.
Micha pulled back and gave Harry a shove in the shoulder. “Maybe,” he said with a grin. “But apparently we aren’t supposed to be letting Clay know that,” he added with a scowl at where Damon seemed to be having a rather stern word with his son, probably regarding the impressively long list of detentions he had managed to be given in just two weeks.
Harry winced, imagining how well Clayton would probably take the news of Micha and Damon’s new relationship. As happy as he was for the pair of them, he could see why Damon would want to keep it quiet for a little while longer; though it seemed like Micha didn’t agree, if the expression on his face was anything to go by.
“I can kinda see where he’s coming from,” Harry admitted sheepishly, “but I get how it isn’t nice for you to have to keep it a secret,” he added, thinking about how much it would have hurt him if Fenrir had wanted to deny their relationship; it was hard enough not being able to be open about who his mate was at school, he couldn’t imagine having to do that at home with the pack. “You know he’s absolutely crazy about you though, right?”
“So he keeps telling me,” Micha said with obvious scepticism.
“Well if you don’t believe him then believe me,” Harry said fondly as he linked his hand with Micha’s and the two of them sat down where they had been stood so that they could talk. He had considered going and sitting on one of the new log benches but for the moment it felt like his inner wolf wanted to reconnect with the territory and so the ground was a welcome seat.
“It’s just not nice, being kept as a secret, especially when all I want to do is cuddle him and he’s keeping me at arm's length.” Micha told him, blushing as he realised what he had said, but Harry was just grinning at him.
“I really am happy for you,” he said earnestly, squeezing Micha’s hand, “just give it a little time,” he added quickly, before turning to smile at Clayton who was heading over to them.
“What are you two whispering about?” he asked suspiciously, looking between the two submissives, taking a seat next to them.
“Just talking about stuff,” Harry said with a smile as Clayton collapsed down next to the two submissive wolves. “I’m guessing your Dad wasn’t thrilled with all the detentions, uh?”
“Not in the slightest,” Clay said with a slight grimace, making Micha laugh. “I think he should just be proud I didn’t get more or that I wasn’t suspended or expelled; with that Umbridge woman any of those was possible.”
“And the castle is still standing too,” Harry pointed out.
Micha let out a loud belly laugh as he flung one arm around Harry and the other around Clayton, grinning happily. “Oh I’ve missed you two!”
Over by the fire, Fenrir was watching his little mate, scowling when Micha flung his arms around the two pups, not entirely happy that he was being ignored.
“Glad to see that things haven’t changed here,” Romy said with slight amusement as she subtly motioned to where the Alpha was sat on one of the new log benches, glaring at his mate.
“Where those two are concerned I doubt they ever will,” Callie said affectionately to her daughter. “Romy, will you grab the other two, I made brownies for you all as a welcome home present.”
“Brownies, Mum, really?” Romy said, looking at her mother as if she were mad. “You honestly think that, after the last time, you should give Clayton brownies? I don’t think Dad’s heart would survive if Clayton starts serenading me again,” she added with an amused wink at her father.
“I can already tell those two are a bad influence on you,” Jenson told her a little grumpily, but Romy just laughed.
“Two weeks of them annoying me is bound to have that affect, Dad,” she said with an innocent smile, she then turned in the direction of her fellow pups and shouted, “Harry, Clay, brownies!”
Instantly Harry, Clayton and Micha were on their feet and rushing over to Romy, Callie and Jenson, the latter looking less than happy about the situation. It seemed that he was on Romy’s side when it came to Clayton and brownies.
“Brownies?” Clay asked with barely restrained delight.
“You had brownies for dinner yesterday evening,” Harry pointed out with an exasperated roll of his eyes.
“For dinner?” Callie queried with a tone of disapproval.
“Yeah, the house elves will bring us pretty much any food we like,” Romy explained.
“And you can imagine the kind of things Clay chooses to eat,” Harry went on.
“Brownies!” Clayton said excitedly, bouncing from foot to foot.
With a sigh Callie produced the little plastic tub she had stored to one side. “One each,” she said giving Clayton a rather pointed look. “You don’t want to ruin your lunch.”
Each of the pups nodded, though Clay did try and sneak two but was caught and stopped by Jenson who was keeping an eye on the mischievous pup.
“Brownies,” Clayton said, sounding forlorn as Jenson took the box containing the rest back. Making Harry and Romy both laugh; even Callie chuckled in amusement, particularly at the pout on the eldest pup’s face.
Fenrir, who had been watching the exchange, decided that enough was enough; he had already spent two weeks away from his mate and wanted him close now that he was back. The Alpha stood up, strode over to Harry and took him into his arms, heading back and sitting back down exactly where he had just vacated.
“HEY!” Harry said in protest as he was manhandled onto the Alpha’s lap. Romy just giggled. “I had forgotten what a bully you are,” he told his large mate grumpily.
“Shut up, little one,” Fenrir said as he tightened his arms around his mate, holding him close and nuzzling into him as Harry frowned but started to eat his brownie without trying to get away. He wasn’t about to admit it but he was comfortable and warm so he wasn’t going to fight being placed in his mate’s lap.
“Where’s Lukas?” Harry asked, suddenly realising that he wasn’t there. His question initiated a low growl from the Alpha as Harry’s attention was once again drawn to another, even if he was somewhat glad that his pack all cared for each other; their bonds made them stronger as a pack, something he was very proud of.
“Working,” Micha said with a shrug as he too came over to investigate the brownie situation. “He does that a lot right now,” he explained as he helped himself to one when Callie offered over the tub with a fond smile.
“But we just came from his house, he wasn’t there!” Harry said suspiciously, thinking things over. This was something he was going to have to ask Lukas when he got back.
“Maybe he had to visit one of his clients?” Tessie suggested, though she shifted around somewhat uncomfortably. She and Lukas had been having a lot of heart to hearts recently, they were friends after all, and she knew the truth about where he really was, but she also knew that he didn’t want the others to know yet.
It was fortunate that no one seemed to notice how uncomfortable she was. Damon was looking longingly at Micha, who was pointedly ignoring him. Fenrir was paying attention to no one other than Harry, who was content to act as if he were sitting on a seat rather than his mate. Clayton had scoffed his brownie and was currently begging Callie for another while Romy mocked him with her half eaten brownie. Jenson on the other hand was lavishing attention on Callie who was attempting to start cooking lunch for them all.
“So you really did miss me then,” Harry whispered with a chuckle as Fenrir nibbled at his neck, strong arms still wrapped possessively around him.
“You belong with me,” the Alpha stated, to which Harry rolled his eyes knowing that Fenrir wouldn’t be able to see.
“So I have been told,” Harry stated, half amused and more than used to Fenrir’s nature. “I missed you too, Wolfie, but you shouldn’t have come to the school today,” Harry told him, looking up at the Alpha wolf expectantly, but it seemed Fenrir wasn’t going into this discussion willingly. “I know you don’t want to talk about this, but how about we go find somewhere a little more private so I can make it worth your while?” Harry suggested with a salacious grin on his face.
“Ugh!” Clayton said from close by the Alpha pair. “We’ve only been home five minutes!” he said as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at his best friend. “Can’t you control your hormones for a bit longer?”
“Even if I could I wouldn’t,” Harry said, shooting a wicked grin in Clayton’s direction as the Alpha stood up, carrying Harry effortlessly. “You’ll understand when you’re older… assuming someone can put up with you for long enough,” he added, sharing a very amused look with Romy, who rolled her eyes at him.
“I’m older than you!” Clayton said huffily, crossing his arms over his chest in a grump.
“You should try acting like it sometime,” Harry shot back just as he and the Alpha headed toward the tree line of the clearing. He was vaguely aware of Clay grumbling something in response to that and Romy teasing him, but it was difficult to think about anything other than the huge Alpha who was holding him.
“There are other scents on you,” Fenrir said gruffly with disapproval, and Harry realised that was probably why the Alpha was being so persistent with trying to get his own scent on him.
“What did you expect?” Harry said, looking up at him incredulously. “I have been at a school with hundreds of other students and sleeping in a dormitory with four other boys,” he pointed out. “And before you get all, ‘I don’t like that’,” Harry said in a terrible impression of Fenrir’s deep voice, “Romy and Clayton moved into my bed with me, so they can tell you that I have been just fine.”
“Hmm,” the Alpha growled out, “I still don’t like it.”
“Of course you don’t, Fen,” Harry said, reaching up to place a kiss on his mate’s lips. “But I’m still going back when the weekend is over. And you can scowl about it as much as you like, but that isn’t going to change my mind,” he added at the expression that had cross the Alpha’s face.
“I’m your Alpha, little one,” Fenrir pointed out. After the way that the headmaster had spoken to the pups he was seriously reconsidering whether he would let any of them return, let alone his precious little mate; that Harry was going to be defiant on such an important issue frustrated him beyond belief.
“Oh I totally forgot that,” Harry said sarcastically, with an exaggerated gasp of shock. “Let me bend to your every wish, my Alpha, Sir. Oh and while I’m at it, maybe you can find someone else you can fuck into the floor?” he suggested, his eyes narrowing into a furious glare.
“Harry,” Fenrir said firmly, even the mention of being with anyone other than Harry frayed at his nerves; he was just glad that his little mate was wise enough not to joke about having sex with someone other than him, because he wouldn’t have been able to handle that.
“I’m sorry, Fen,” Harry said, reaching up and pressing a hand to the Alpha’s cheek affectionately, when he saw the hurt flash through Fenrir’s eyes. “But when are you going to get it? I am not just going to jump to and do whatever you say,” he told him firmly, though his voice was soft and kind, almost pleading.
“You should,” the Alpha said gruffly. That was how things worked with werewolves and he didn’t understand why Harry was being so difficult on this issue; he only wanted to do what was best for his little mate, as was his right as Alpha, but Harry was determined to do things his own way.
Harry smiled at the almost petulant tone to his mate’s voice. “But I won’t,” he pointed out with a sweet smile. He didn’t mean to upset the Alpha, but he would never surrender who he was or what he really wanted or needed, just to please his mate; it wasn’t the kind of person he would ever be and if that is what the Alpha really wanted then he hadn’t chosen his mate as well as he thought.
“I noticed,” Fenrir agreed. And he had; this was something that was just part of who Harry was, he knew that; he had known that since soon after Harry had come to the territory, since soon after his little mate had really become part of the pack.
“But I do know one thing that I do that makes you happy,” Harry said, wiggling his hips a little where he was sat, still securely in Fenrir’s arms, his arms wrapping around the Alpha’s neck and a devious little smirk on his face.
“We need to talk,” Fenrir pointed out, not willing to drop the issue of Harry’s return to Hogwarts just yet. The mention of Harry being taken from him had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit and he didn’t want his little mate out of his sight for a moment, let alone allow him to return to that school again for a whole month.
“After,” Harry insisted, surprised that his mate was suddenly so set on the idea of talking, particularly with him now rubbing his hips and half hard erection up against the Alpha’s muscular chest.
“Little one,” Fenrir said warningly, well aware that Harry was attempting to distract him. It was working too, given the reaction that some parts of his anatomy were having already.
“Are you really going to object when I’m throwing myself at you, especially when we’ve had two weeks apart?” Harry asked, but the Alpha just met his eyes with determination. “Okay fine, you want to talk, then how about we talk about how you have put me at a real disadvantage with Dumbledore by coming to collect me today. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy to see you, but now he knows who you are to me and can use that as leverage.”
“You’re right,” Fenrir admitted gruffly with a frown on his face.
“I am…?” Harry asked, surprised by the Alpha’s response for a second, before he schooled his features and corrected himself. “I mean, I know…”
“No,” Fenrir said, wrapping a hand around the back of his little mate’s head and pulling him forward, smashing their lips together in a passionate kiss where he could taste chocolate upon the teenager’s tongue. “No more talking,” the Alpha said when the kiss broke; Harry could only nod, unable to form words.
It took him a little while to finally catch his breath but after a few moment, finding his words, Harry was able to say, “I like your plan better,” with a big goofy grin on his face. He had missed kissing his mate so he was going to take full advantage of doing just that this weekend. It was just hard to believe that tomorrow evening they would have to go back to that school again.
Fenrir wasted no time in removing the jumper that Harry had been wearing; he had to admit that he was a little disappointed in the fact that he was yet to see Harry in his uniform as the idea turned him on a little, but then everything about his mate turned him on.
With his teenage mate shirtless, the Alpha began to pepper kisses across the bare torso as Harry ground his erection into him from where he had wrapped his legs around his larger mate’s body. The submissive wolf pushed his hands up Fenrir’s chest, hooking his hands under the leather jacket and shrugging it off each of his mate’s shoulders, one at a time as he was shifted in the Alpha’s arms accordingly. They let the heavy leather fall to the floor, too focused on ravishing one another with lips, teeth and tongue to care about where it landed, leaving the two of them in the same state of undress.
The large hands of the Alpha moved from simply supporting Harry’s weight to grabbing hold of the teenager’s arse, holding the younger man in place as they ground together, kissing furiously. It really had been too long for the both of them. Neither of them were going to last very long the rate that they were going.
“Fuck, I missed this,” Harry hissed as Fenrir bit down on the nape of his neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin, tasting the salty residue on his skin as he ensured that his little mate was well and truly covered in his scent once again. The warning that Dumbledore had given them about seeing or hearing anything regarding them having a sexual relationship, the furthest thing from their minds.
Fenrir lowered Harry carefully to the ground, leaning over him and pressing their lips together again; he nipped at his little mate’s bottom lip, relishing the taste of him as he pressed his tongue forward. Harry was making such delicious little noises against him, letting Fenrir dominate the moment and their kiss; it was the one time his little mate rarely questioned who was in charge.
One of these days Fenrir was going to let Harry ride him, to take charge for once; the idea of being balls deep in his mate with the little submissive straddling him made his cock throb in its denim confines, however that fantasy was not for today. Today he wanted to fully dominate his little mate and show him who was in charge no matter what Harry said or did.
“You are going to have to pick up the pace here, Fen,” Harry said between pleasured gasps, pulling the Alpha from his thoughts, “or else there is no way you are going to get in me before I come.”
“Then I will make you come twice, little one,” the Alpha told him confidently. He would be inside his little mate soon, bringing Harry to completion once before that would just make it all the more enticing.
“As if you could,” Harry teased, knowing full well that his mate was more than capable of doing exactly that and probably would have anyway, but that Fenrir definitely wouldn’t be able to resist such a blatant challenge.
In response, Fenrir grabbed Harry’s denim clad cock and began to caress it, a smug look on his face as his little mate gasped and writhed beneath him at the touch. The Alpha male could tell that Harry was close to coming, hell, he was too but the challenge had been issued and he was going to meet it.
Harry arched his back, pressing his cock firmly into the Alpha’s hand, wordlessly begging for more. He wanted so much more; he needed to feel his mate. Any form of preparation was going to have him shooting his load within seconds and he at least wanted to have his mate in a similar state.
His fingers travelled down to the waistband of the Alpha’s trousers, tugging at the button, trying to pry them open as he was distracted by a rather talented tongue and hand. Fenrir, however, grabbed at his mate’s wrists, stopping him from undoing his jeans, wanting to simply watch Harry climax first without distractions.
“Patience, little one,” Fenrir said in amusement as he rutted against his mate, grinning down at him.
“It’s been two fucking weeks, Fen, patience is not a virtue to me right now!” the teenager snapped as he bucked his hips upwards to meet the thrusts of his mate. The friction between them enough to make Harry groan even with the layers of material between them.
Releasing Harry’s wrists the Alpha moved his hands and began to slowly and teasingly open the top of his little mate’s jeans, edging the zip down with agonising slowness. He enjoyed the groan of anticipation that escaped from Harry’s lips as he moved at a glacial pace just to drive his mate out of his mind with want.
“Fen…” Harry gasped as he pushed himself up, trying to find some friction for his aching cock but was denied with a rather amused chuckled from the Alpha male. Fenrir moved to his side, to lay, propping himself up by Harry’s side, nibbling and suckling upon his neck and chest.
“Problem, little one?” Fenrir asked, a smug smile playing at the corner of his lips. He had a plan for his little mate this morning, afternoon and then tomorrow morning after the change too; he was going to make the most of having him here with him in their territory where they both belonged.
“I need you,” Harry all but pleaded, desperate for the touch of his mate, which was being so cruelly denied to him; he was almost painfully hard, and his balls ached, and he found himself wanting to curse his mate for suddenly being in a teasing mood. He was half sure that the second that Fenrir actually touched his cock he was just going to come instantly and at this point he didn’t even care, as long as that happened soon.
In response to his mate’s pleading words and desperate little wanton noises the Alpha leaned over and pressed his lips to Harry’s, pushing his tongue forward to invade the eager and willing mouth of his mate. He loved watching the beautiful submissive like this but now he was starting to tease himself and that was not his intention.
The Alpha’s large hand slipped into his mate’s open trousers, groaning in pleasure when he discovered that his sweet and innocent Harry wasn’t wearing any underwear. Pulling away he gave his mate a questioning look which made Harry’s cheeks turn scarlet in embarrassment. “They didn’t seem necessary this weekend,” Harry explained softly which made Fenrir chuckle, capturing his mate’s lips in another searingly passionate kiss.
With a hand around Harry’s slender cock, Fenrir began to stroke him, slowly and delicately making Harry writhe and mewl at his touch; the submissive’s hips pushing up as he tried to get the pressure and friction he needed. The Alpha was enjoying the sight of his little mate far too much to move quickly. He wanted to enjoy this, he wanted to make the most of it.
“Faster,” Harry pleaded, “please, Fen.” He gasped, his breath catching in his throat, as Fenrir took Harry’s erect nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. Harry reached up and fisted a hand into his mate’s blond hair, the other hand digging into the dirt beneath him, in an attempt to maintain control of his body as his cock was pumped with agonising slowness, holding him just on the edge of coming.
Just as Harry felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as he was almost there, the grip on his cock was released and he groaned at the loss of the contact; that was until he managed to clear his head enough to realise that his jeans were being tugged down by the Alpha, over his hips and off, leaving the submissive completely naked and vulnerable to the elements.
Fenrir took his time, drinking in the sight of his fully undressed mate, relishing in the lightly tanned skin, stiff nipples and erect cock standing out proudly despite the definite chill in the air, beads of pre-cum already leaking from the tip thanks to the Alpha’s teasing. He fully intended to meet the challenge that his little mate had issued and make the teenager cum at least twice before they were done.
“You too, Wolfie,” Harry said as he made another attempt at removing his mate’s trousers now that he had a little more clarity of mind back and this time it was allowed; Harry easily popping open the button and Fenrir shifted to make it easy for him to remove them completely, but not before the Alpha male removed the lube from one of the pockets.
Harry gave his mate a look of exasperation and a roll of his eyes. “That was a bit presumptuous of you, Fen,” Harry said with amusement, actually feeling rather glad for his large mate’s forethought.
“Shut up, little one,” Fenrir grunted before trailing kisses down his mate’s chest, heading for his nether regions, the tube of lube still in one hand. There was very little warning before Fenrir took his mate’s cock fully into his mouth, the tip just about reaching the back of his throat, and the Alpha swallowed around it. The sensation of this alone was almost enough to make Harry come.
Harry was lost to sensation as he felt lube coated fingers tease at his entrance, as Fenrir continued his work with his mouth and talented tongue around his throbbing cock. The submissive felt his balls tightening once more and his stomach clench as his orgasm quickly built. Before he could even cry out a warning to his mate, Harry exploded into the Alpha’s mouth; Fenrir swallowed it all down before letting his little mate’s spent cock out of his mouth with a wet pop.
The Alpha was looking more than a little please with himself as two fingers probed at the tight ring of muscle, stretching and preparing it for what was to come. Still on a high from his release, Harry’s breaths came in short sharp bursts as he recovered from his orgasm. He revelled in the sensation of what his mate was doing to him, his sensitive cock protesting a little as it began to fill again.
“Oh fuck,” Harry moaned, louder than he had intended as a third finger was pushed inside of him, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” He bore down on the fingers that were inside him, desperate to feel more, he needed it, he needed his mate. “Please Fen,” Harry gasped, “more.”
Smiling smugly at the fact that once again his little mate was coming undone in his arms from his touch, Fenrir added a fourth finger, which ignited a loud moan to escape from Harry’s lips along with several more profanities as the little submissive bucked his hips, almost fucking himself on his mate’s fingers.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, the Alpha pulled back much to the annoyance of his little mate who groaned at the loss of contact. “On to your side,” Fenrir instructed gruffly.
Breathlessly Harry nodded and turned away from his mate, only to feel the brush of lips across his shoulder blades, the nape of his neck and his mating mark which sent a tingle of pleasure down his spine. Fenrir pushed one of Harry’s legs up as he positioned himself behind his little mate, completely surrounding him.
He guided his cock so that it was positioned at his mate’s entrance, ensuring that it was well slicked up before starting to push himself inside. Almost instantly Harry threw his head back, reaching back and grabbing at the large thighs behind him, needing something to hold on to as the Alpha’s large arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Fenrir moved slowly, pushing himself in carefully, not only for Harry but for himself too; he didn’t want this to be over too soon, he wanted it to last. It took them a few moments, but once the Alpha was fully sheathed inside his mate he held himself there, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck, shoulders and back, marking what hadn’t already been marked. His inner wolf was urging him to cover his little mate in claiming marks after their time apart.
“Fen,” Harry gasped, his nails digging into the soft flesh of the Alpha’s thighs. It was an intense sensation to have his mate buried deep inside of him and not moving. “Need you,” he said, however the response was not one he expected. He wanted to be fucked, he wanted to feel his large mate as he claimed him but this was not what Fenrir had in mind.
The Alpha male began to slowly roll his hips, pushing against Harry’s prostate with each gentle thrust which pushed the submissive to the brink of insanity with the delicate movements that were nothing close to what they usually shared. This was much more intense and intimate.
Harry took in short gasps of breath every time his mate hit that sweet spot inside of him, the intensity of the situation overwhelming him even before Fenrir reached around with one hand and began to pump at his sensitive cock in time with his slow thrusts. All the while he was still kissing and nibbling at the teenager’s neck, his teeth grazing over the mating mark, sending tingles across Harry’s skin; his little mate’s hand reached back and up to Fenrir’s neck, delicate fingers brushing gently over his matching mark.
Fenrir was so close, he had his mate in his arms, they were connected, the Alpha needed very little else. He was, however, determined to ensure that he rose to the challenge that his little mate had put forward to him. Fenrir began to stroke at Harry’s slender cock at a faster pace, the thrusts of his hips picking up to match as he neared his completion.
“Close, Fen,” Harry gasped. “So close!”
“Come for me, little one,” Fenrir said, his voice soft as he brought his mate over the edge for the second time that day. Harry cried out as he came, the sensations of a second orgasm coming so quickly after his first put him in absolute overdrive. Pleasure overwhelmed him as his muscles contracted and he struggled to take in breath.
Fenrir roared out his release behind him, having been pushed over the edge himself as Harry had climaxed and started contracting around him, finishing him off. He had spilt his load into his mate, claiming him inside and out, satisfying his inner wolf. He shifted to find a more comfortable position as he felt his knot begin to swell. He made sure that he was wrapped around his smaller mate, protecting him from the elements.
“That was… wow,” Harry said after a few moments of silence where he struggled to regain his breath and his sanity after two mind shattering orgasms. Fenrir had never been rough or hurt him but he had never been that gentle, nor that loving either. It wasn’t what he was used to from the big, scary, dominant Alpha.
Fenrir only grunted in response, not saying anything and instead nuzzling into Harry, relishing in the fact that his scent was all over the younger man. It stroked his ego wonderfully to know that the beautiful creature in his arms belonged to him.
Harry smiled to himself as he snuggled into his large mate, loving the feeling of the knot inside of him still, the cold day kept at bay by the heat of his mate’s body curled around him. He was pretty sure that he knew the reason behind the gentle lovemaking that was so out of character for his domineering mate and he couldn’t help but grin at the secret knowledge that he had.
“Wolfie,” Harry said softly, turning his head a little so that he could look at his mate as he said this. “I really, really missed you too.”
FGHP
“I want to know why Rosemary doesn't want to see us,” Jennifer Chester said, sounding rather discontent and more than a little put out. She, her husband and her son were sat in the rather dismal bar in the Hogshead being addressed by a rather smug looking headmaster, whose only mission was to cause trouble for the werewolf pack that was keeping Harry from him.
Jennifer’s light brown curls bounced around her chin as she spoke, showing exactly how unhappy she was with the situation. They had been forced to stay in this village and in this bar full of… odd people, who they didn’t like associating with at the best of times. Adam was only mildly appeased by the fact that the strange school’s headmaster had footed the bill; there was certainly no way he would have been willing to fund such accommodation with his own money.
“Unfortunately your daughter has family commitments that coincide with the full moon this weekend,” Dumbledore said, somewhat cryptically, giving the muggle couple and their rather bored looking son a knowing smile.
“We are her family,” Jennifer said indignantly. She was still adamant on this fact and was determined that she still might be able to convince her daughter to come home with them. All this magic nonsense just didn’t sit right with her. It was her sister that encouraged this sort of behaviour, there was a reason they rarely spoke. Though she had to admit that she was a little grateful to her, given that it had been her sister that had been the one to locate Romy after her absence.
“Unfortunately I don’t think that that is the case, not given her condition,” the elderly wizard said gently, as if he were breaking some terrible news, which, in fact, he was; however, internally, he was rather enjoying this. He was going to take a great pleasure from torturing the young werewolves, though the priority here was to encourage the Chester family to reconnect with their daughter. Hopefully he could get them to take her back with them, therefore eliminating one pack member from the equation.
Dumbledore wanted to strip away everyone that Harry cared about, he wanted the teenager to have only one focus and that was destroying the horcruxes and finally Lord Voldemort himself.
“What do you mean, her condition?” Jennifer asked in a slight panic, wondering why she had not been told about whatever this ‘condition’ was before now. “Is she sick?”
“In a sense,” the headmaster said gently, morphing his expression into one of great sympathy. This was certainly going to be something of hurdle, encouraging the Chester family to come to accept Romy’s Lycanthropy.
“Oh who cares,” Jake said in a huff, only to get a stern glare of warning from his father to shut his mouth.
“Stop being so bloody cryptic and tell us what’s wrong with her!” Adam snapped, clearly losing his patience with the old man and the conversation they were having. He had very little time for magical folk, he hated the lot of them and everything to do with them. When Jennifer had persuaded him to agree to come and see if this really was their lost daughter, he had agreed to a few days and that had now turned into weeks; he had a job to get back to and was only still here for his wife’s sake.
“Very well,” Albus said with a sigh. “Your daughter was kidnapped by a rather vicious pack of werewolves and was bitten by them.” For a moment the headmaster considered just how he should represent Romy’s current pack but the girl would undoubtedly speak fondly of them and it probably wouldn’t do to be seen to contract her opinion too harshly at this point in time.
“She was rescued, and then adopted by another pack of werewolves,” he went on to tell them, opting to go for the truth that Romy would tell them if they ever cared enough to ask. “The reason she couldn’t meet with you today is because she has travelled back to see them and spend the full moon with her pack.”
Adam, Jennifer and Jake were silent, staring at the elderly wizard in front of him as if he had completely lost his marbles. They had never heard the like of it before, not once had they ever thought they would hear anything of the sort outside of books and movies. The headmaster seemed to realise that he had temporarily stunned them with his words, and he was somewhat glad of the silence.
“I realise that this is a bit of a shock to you,” Albus began, only to be met with a furious gaze from Adam who seemed to be on the verge of completely losing what little was left of his temper.
“A shock!” he raged. “You just said that our daughter is a fictional monster!”
“Perhaps I can have someone meet with you that will be able to explain it better,” Dumbledore said, a plan forming in his brilliant mind. “I have a friend who… specialises in werewolves shall we say.”
“It probably isn’t even safe to be around her, Mum,” Jake said, horrified at what he was hearing. He had never really cared much for his little sister when she had just been a normal human girl, but then she had become a witch and now a werewolf… he didn’t want anything to do with her. “We should just go home, we managed fine without her since she left.”
“I assure you that my friend will be able to offer you some precautions that will help ensure your safety,” Dumbledore told them far more kindly than he was feeling. “If she is allowed to remain with her pack then the chance is she will end up hurting others, but I am sure that we can find a more... preferable solution.”
“Fine!” Adam snapped angrily. “We’ll hear what this specialist of yours has to say but then we are leaving. No, Jennifer,” he said, pointing a finger at his wife when she looked ready to object, “you heard him, Rosemary is dangerous. I will not allow what remains of our family to be put at risk.”
“She's my little girl, Adam,” Jennifer said pleadingly. “I can’t live with knowing she is out there hurting others, it just isn’t right.”
“I already said we would speak with this specialist,” he reminded her impatiently. Maybe his friend of the headmaster’s would know some way to fix their daughter, or at least know some way of controlling her.
He largely agreed with Jake on this matter, that they were likely better cutting their losses, but Jennifer would never let this go, knowing that Rosemary was out there; they needed to find some kind of resolution before they returned home.

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Magda - Yes, we have the story actually written to 52 (currently working on chapter 53) so they are just waiting for us to finish read throughs of them before we can post. :) Dumbledore always has lots of plots and plans.

Yes, Harry is a horcrux. So are the Diadem, the Cup, the Locket and the Ring. The diary was used to resurrect Tom as his younger self. The original part of his soul is currently occupying the basilisk from the Chamber of secrets. I hope that helps clear that up for you. There is a more detailed list in the notes on StrawberryGirl's facebook page.
Jan - Here is the reunion you were waiting for. :D Hope it is all you hoped it would be.
LeVeen - Thank you very much. Hope you enjoyed seeing them back with the pack again.
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