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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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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 39 - Misbehaving

Night was swiftly closing in and the entire Greyback pack could feel the magic tingling beneath their skin. Lukas had returned only two hours before dusk and in an excellent mood, much to the suspicion of the Alpha, who had his doubts about whether he had been working at all. Fenrir’s sense of smell was rather acute and he could smell an individual on him and it was someone he had smelt on Lukas before.
Fenrir did not plan on confronting Lukas, having promised him, when he first agreed to join the pack, that he would be allowed to come and go as he pleased; however, he hoped the young man would come and talk to him of his own volition. The Alpha wasn’t overly thrilled that one of his pack seemed to be dating without his consent or seeking permission to do so; but he wouldn’t kick up a fuss yet, he wanted to give Lukas time to come clean first. As long as there was no pregnancy involved and they were a suitable match then he would have no issue with it.
Harry and Micha obviously had their suspicions too and had been whispering and giggling about it for a little while after Lukas had returned. Clay had, of course, told them they were just being ridiculous and that it was just because Micha was jealous, and upset that Lukas had shown zero interest in him; this had just made Harry burst out in hysterical laughter, much to Micha’s annoyance and Clay’s confusion.
“I don’t think that Micha has any reason to be jealous,” Harry had said and afterwards received a swift elbow to the ribs which had only made Harry laugh harder.
The older submissive had become rather red in the face and flustered at Clay’s words and Harry’s amused implication of his and Damon’s relationship, even if it had gone completely over Clayton’s head. Though he realised that between the horrors of what happened with Harlan, and the wonder of becoming Damon’s mate, he had almost completely forgotten the small crush he had had on Lukas and his failed attempts at flirting with him when he had first joined the pack.
Damon, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, frowned at this but kept quiet, not saying a word, despite wanting to give his son a clip round the ear for making his mate uncomfortable. But he knew that this was the better option; he couldn’t deal with the dramatics of his beloved boy at the moment, not when everything was so new and unstable with Micha, who was just as precious and loved.
It was difficult line to walk. Damon desperately wanted his son to know about the blossoming relationship but it was so new and Damon worried that any upset or resistance against the relationship might cause too much pressure and it would be destroyed before it even got a chance to flourish. There was no way that he wanted to lose Micha or Clayton and until he figured out how he made sure to keep them both permanently in his life then he wasn’t going to say anything to his son.
The problem, however, was that the full moon was getting closer and closer, there was less than an hour until they would change. In human form it was easy to conceal things, as easy as it was for any living, breathing person anyway. In their wolf forms it was slightly more complicated. They would act on their base instincts; they protected their pack and those that they loved, their mates and children being top of the list for the dominants of the group.
Clayton might have acted like a hyperactive child most of the time and he may even have played down his intelligence on occasion but he was by no means stupid. He might not have understood the subtle references and pointed looks that Harry gave to Micha but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t cotton on eventually. If he saw the two of them acting at all couple-y this evening then it might all fit into place and then they would be in trouble.
Damon was just thankful when Harry had wandered back over to the Alpha male for a cuddle and a nap a few hours before the transformation, leaving Micha on his own. Mainly the young submissive was trying to simply spend time with his mate before being forced to go back to school and also to stop Fenrir from being so grumpy. Why the Alpha was so grumpy when he had his mate back was anybody's guess, nobody really liked to ask.
However, it was half an hour before the moon was due to rise that Fenrir, having left Harry dozing in their makeshift bed, rounded up Jenson and Damon to talk to them. By the sullen and rather unhappy look upon their Alpha’s face both men knew that whatever it was they were about to discuss it wasn’t going to be good.
“They’ve been skirting our territory,” Fenrir said, his voice coming out as a low growl. “I don’t know what they’re up to but tonight we must be careful.”
“Would they really be so brazen as to attack on the full moon?” Jenson asked, his brow furrowed. He knew that his brother wasn’t stupid, whatever was going on with the strays, they had a plan. He just wished, for the sake of his mate, daughter and the rest of the pack, that they knew what it was.
“After losing two of their own too, I doubt that they’d be stupid enough!” Damon said and the reminder that both Harry and Romy had killed brought matching scowls to the Alpha’s and Beta’s faces. Neither wanted to be reminded of that.
“Stupid enough or not, we need to take care,” Fenrir said, looking over his shoulder to where the rest of his pack were congregated, including his slumbering mate. He wouldn’t have anything happen to any of them, especially not Harry.
“Tessie has been feeding them information as agreed, I don’t see any reason that they would attack us tonight, not unless they have gained a few more rogue members,” Damon said and he was confident in that fact. He had been helping Tessie correspond with the strays for a while now and there had been nothing in response that suggested the stray wolves that were skirting their territory would attack any time soon. It was almost as if they were in a holding pattern, though for what purpose they didn’t know.
“No one is to separate from the group, we stay together,” Fenrir said to the other two wolves sternly, turning back to face them. He wasn’t going to be taking any chances tonight. The pups would be safe tonight, they all would be, he would make sure of it.
FGHP
“Little one,” Fenrir said gently, nuzzling into his little mate affectionately, trying not to wake him from his nap too abruptly. “It’s almost time,” he said, nibbling gently at Harry’s jaw and neck, which initiated a slight moan of arousal.
“Fen…” Harry groaned as he felt his large mate use his teeth, scraping them across the delicate skin that was already marred with purple hickeys that were proof of the Alpha’s claim on him, claims that he wore proudly.
“It’s almost time,” the Alpha said again, his hand drifting under the large fur hide to caress at his younger mate’s body, attempting to wake him up that way.
“Undress me then,” Harry said, rolling onto his back and stretching before looking up at his large mate with misty emerald eyes that were still clouded from sleep. Where Fenrir had been stroking delicately at Harry’s hip, when the teenager had rolled over he had suddenly found himself participating in foreplay; which, by the cheeky smile on the submissive wolf’s lips, had been just what Harry had planned on.
“Behave,” Fenrir growled. On any other occasion then he wouldn't have protested at all, however there were precious few minutes left, the magical already tingling beneath their skin in anticipation of the transformation.
Harry pouted, sticking out his bottom lip at Fenrir’s refusal to flirt back with him. Harry could feel how close they were to the change and honestly he couldn’t have gone another round right now anyway. He was too sensitive from the last time and there was a pleasant ache at the base of his spine that reminded him of how well he had been fucked, even if it was the gentle, slow love making that he hadn’t been used to.
“You don’t usually want me to behave,” Harry said as he sat up, ensuring that he got as close as he could to the Alpha male, their lips almost touching but not quite. “In fact, you’re more than happy for me not to behave most of the time.”
With those words, Harry ran his hand down the Alpha’s bare chest, the brown leather jacket had already been discarded somewhere safe and Fenrir was even barefoot, only wearing his jeans. The submissive was more than happy to tease his mate a little, get him all riled up before the change.
The teenager loved the feel of the soft blond curls on his mate’s chest, running his fingers through them; however, he was easily distracted by an erect pink nipple, pinching it gently between thumb and forefinger as he bumped his nose against that of his mate, trying to entice him into a kiss.
“And I’m only this naughty with you,” Harry continued, his voice a whisper just as he moved to press his lips against those of the Alpha. Harry could clearly see the effect that he was having on the dominant male and he was relishing in the power trip it was giving him.
“Undress now,” Fenrir said gruffly, his voice stern as he denied his mate the kiss he had been seeking. Transforming in clothes was not only uncomfortable but dangerous and unnecessary; he wouldn’t have his little mate hurt purely because Harry was horny.
Harry pouted, though Fenrir could see the amusement in his little mate’s eyes and knew that the submissive was still in a playful mood. He was just thankful when Harry made quick work of removing his jumper and began to undo and wiggle out of his jeans, his feet already bare, having removed his shoes prior to his nap.
Fenrir took the moment to rid himself of the last of his clothing too, taking a glance around at the rest of the pack, glad to see that Micha had managed to remove his clothes without incident this time even if he looked on the verge of completely freaking out. It seemed it had at least given Damon a good excuse to comfort the older submissive without Clayton getting suspicious.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be a little naughty?” Harry asked cheekily, pressing his body against the Alpha’s, bring Fenrir’s attention abruptly back to his little mate who was grinning up at him deviously, looking more than a little flushed with arousal.
Fenrir growled at him, knowing they definitely didn’t have time for anything before the transformation would hit, but Harry was obviously rather distracted from that fact and as much as the evidence of his little mate’s attraction to him was welcome, he didn’t want him caught off guard by what was about to happen whether they liked it or not. “It is time, little one,” he reminded Harry firmly, as the magic tingled over him and through his body.
“Oh shit,” Harry gasped, clearly having felt the intensity of the magic hitting them and Fenrir realised that he had been right about Harry having been too distracted to have noticed how close the change was. Harry actually chuckled for a moment, feeling a bit stupid at having almost forgotten how close they were to the transformation.
Fenrir was glad that Harry was not hurt or upset at the suddenness of the start of the change; he watched on with pride as Harry fully embraced the change, the Alpha holding back his own transformation for a moment as he was used to doing now. His little mate shifted and breathed heavily through the shifting of his bones and muscles, as black fur began to grow from his skin.
Once he was sure that Harry and the rest of the pack were transforming with no problems, Fenrir let go, allowing the deep burn of the transformation wash over him, far too used to the process after so many years to even have to think about how to shift his body to ease the change.
The moment he was through it, he was on all fours, his golden eyes were sweeping over the clearing, checking on each and every one of his pack. Romy, Clayton and Jenson were now dancing their little routine of flirting and objection with each other, as Callie and Lukas watched on in amusement; Tessie was testing her weight on her seemingly permanently injured front leg; and Damon was making the most of his son’s distraction to check on Micha, who seemed to be fine.
He knew Harry was fine because he could feel the small wolf nuzzling at the underside of his neck; apparently, even in wolf form, his little mate was in a playful mood. He turned to look at the wide emerald eyes that were watching him happily from in his mate’s darkly furred face, and licked at his nose, earning a little joyful yelp from Harry.
Having apparently been chased off by Jenson, Clayton came bouncing over to them; much to the disapproval of the Alpha who rather liked having his mate's full attention. Clay and Harry then spent a few moments chasing and snapping playfully at each other’s tails, pouncing on one another and pretending, somewhat half-heartedly to fight.
Fenrir took the opportunity of a distracted Harry to look around the clearing, to make sure that nothing was amiss, he was pleased to see that both his Beta wolf and Damon were watching everyone closely, nudging anyone who strayed too close to the forest back towards the group, ensuring that they stayed put.
Damon growled deeply in warning at Clayton when the pup went to head off in the direction they would usually hunt. The eldest pup whined pathetically at his father, wanting to go already, his excitement at it being the full moon making him rather hyper but Damon used his teeth to get hold of him by the scruff of the neck, stopping Clay from rushing off on his own, thus giving Jenson time to take the lead. The others seemed to get the message that they were to stay together, so it was as a pack that they headed into the woods to hunt.
Fenrir prowled around the group as they went ensuring that no one was left behind and there was no chance of an ambush; he had the best sense of smell and he wanted plenty of warning if they were getting to close to other wolves. Harry, of course, tried to follow Fenrir a couple of times, but Damon kept nudging him back into the middle of the pack and even Clayton had stopped him once, after which Harry seemed to have gotten the point and stayed between the his best friend and the former Beta along with Micha who didn’t put up any form of protest.
There were definitely other wolves on the boundaries of their territory, no one needed the Alpha’s excellent sense of smell to know that, but Fenrir had no intention of his pack travelling beyond the wards that night, knowing that there would be enough to hunt within the boundaries for their pack of ten. He knew that he and his Beta would have to do something about the presence of the other wolves in the near future; they could no longer allow such a blatant threat to their pack to stand.
FGHP
Harry truly hadn’t realised how much better he slept in the territory than he did when at Hogwarts, that was until he woke up feeling refreshed and comfortable, snuggled into his mate’s large chest, a thick fur hide under them and a warm blanket tucked up tight around him to keep the cold of the winter weather at bay. Harry quickly realised that Fenrir must have stayed awake long enough to ensure that they would be warm and that knowledge made him appreciate and love his mate even more.
He kept his eyes closed as he listened to Fenrir’s heart beating in a strong regular rhythm, the rumble in his mate’s chest as the Alpha took deep breaths in his sleep. Not wanting to wake his mate, Harry moved his head very slowly, leaning it back against the Alpha’s strong arm that was wrapped around behind him; he blinked his eyes open slowly and in the first light of day he could see Fenrir’s ruggedly handsome face.
Harry had to suppress a small giggle at how serious the Alpha looked even in sleep, feeling rather amused at the disapproving frown on Fenrir’s face. He gave a small noise of alarm that he smothered with his own hand, when his large mate suddenly opened an eye and peered down at him blearily; Harry felt a little stupid for not having noticed how the deep breathing had stopped but watching Fenrir sleep had been a little distracting.
“Little one?” Fenrir asked, forcing his other eye open to look down at his little grinning mate. Harry couldn’t deny the butterflies that that gruff sleepy voice caused in his belly, he had certainly never met anyone else who could turn him on with too sleepily said words.
“You worry too much,” Harry stated, pressing his hands against the Alpha to lever himself up and press his lips against his mate’s. “Even when you are sleeping you look like the world has seriously offended you,” he explained when the Alpha just gave him a confused look.
“Sleep,” Fenrir instructed with a half hearted grunt, closing his eyes once more. He didn’t want to have to wake up yet, he didn’t want to have to face the reality that today he was going to have to say goodbye to his mate once again and watch as he went back off to that damn school.
“Oh but there are much more fun things to do than sleep, Fen,” Harry said, still grinning from ear to ear. He was more than aware of the fact that they only had hours left together and he wanted to make the most of them, and in Harry’s mind that meant lots and lots of sex.
“No, little one,” Fenrir said, keeping his eyes firmly closed, his large, muscled arms tightening around his mate, ensuring that he was warm; however, it also ensured that their bodies were pressed close together and the obvious arousal all the more evident between them.
“Too tight, you big bully,” Harry said with a laugh in his voice, wiggling against the Alpha’s tight grip. “I don’t know about you, but I like to keep breathing while I sleep,” he added, still smiling as Fenrir grumbled but loosened his tight hold a little.
“Shush, little one,” Fenrir instructed, “be still.” It was far too early; so early, in fact, that daylight hadn’t even begun to break properly, and he had been awake late waiting for the transformation back to his human self so that he could ensure that his mate and pack were all warm and safe as they slept.
Harry however had other plans and figured that Fenrir could catch up on his sleep sometime in the month that he was away, but he wasn’t going to waste the small amount of time they had together by sleeping. So having ensured that the Alpha’s grip around him had loosened, Harry began to kiss his way down the manly, muscled chest. “Harry,” Fenrir grumbled half-heartedly.
“Sorry, Fen, I just couldn’t resist,” Harry told him and the Alpha hummed in acceptance, convinced that his little mate was finally agreeing to go back to sleep and wasn’t going to be naughty. Of course, Harry had no such plans; he intended to ignore Fenrir’s complaints completely and just do what he wanted to do.
Fenrir seemed to realise a few seconds too late that his little mate had no intention of sleeping or behaving, and he had no chance to stop Harry as the teenager took the tip of his large cock into his mouth and began to suck. It seemed that his promise to Callie about no more blow jobs in the clearing was also going to be overlooked this morning.
The Alpha male was never going to get tired of the sensation of having Harry’s mouth and hands around his cock, and in moments all thoughts of the sleep he desperately needed were wiped from his brain. His breathing was heavy and rapid as Harry’s devious little tongue teased at the head of his large hard erection, lithe hands moving smoothly up and down the part of the shaft that Harry had no chance of ever fitting into his mouth.
He rolled onto his back, spreading his legs as Harry settled easily between them, the blankets having been scrunched up around Harry in the process. He had no issues with nudity and, though he didn’t particularly wish the pack to witness this act, he couldn’t care when it felt so damn good. Besides, he was fairly certain that this time they were all actually sleeping, all but one, who was feigning sleep rather well.
The Alpha had to hold back a groan, not wanting to wake any of the other pack members, when Harry started using one of his hands to play with his balls; he wanted to lift his head to look at what he was sure would be the beautiful sight of his little mate’s head bobbing up and down in his lap, but a combination of sleep deprivation and heady arousal left him barely able to move.
“Little one,” he warned in a deep but quiet voice, as he felt his balls grow tight and his orgasm coiling in his lower belly, but Harry didn’t let up, instead sucking hard as his little fingers teased and stroked him. Fenrir didn’t even try to hold back as his climax ripped through him hard and he spilled himself into his little mate’s willing mouth.
By the time he had his breathing back to anything like normal and his head was starting to clear, Harry had crawled up his body, after having swallowed his large mouthful, bringing the blankets up with him, and curling up on the Alpha’s chest. His little mate was looking every bit as content as he felt and Fenrir was fairly sure that one of Harry’s hands had been busy stroking himself to completion whilst giving that spectacular blow job.
“Sleep now, little one?” Fenrir asked hopefully, as he wrapped his arms around the teenage werewolf who was currently lying on top of him.
“Hmmm, sleep,” Harry agreed, sounding as though he was already halfway there and showing no inclination to move.
FGHP
When dawn had finally broken, Harry had decided that he needed a wash before he went back to school and was down by the stream washing up; turning up with evidence of activities Dumbledore would probably consider ‘inappropriate’ didn’t exactly seem wise. Damon had been the only other pack member awake when Harry had decided to go and wash up and had insisted on going with him. He was now sitting close by, knowing that if the Alpha had been awake then it would have been on Fenrir’s orders that he’d be there. He certainly wasn’t going to risk the Alpha’s temper by letting Harry go alone.
They had only been there fifteen minutes or so when Micha came to join them; Harry looked up when he heard movement and gave the other submissive a warm smile as he approached, which Micha returned. It was rather amusing to see how Damon was trying to be subtle when he checked out the older submissive wolf’s rather sexy sleep ruffled look, but it wasn’t lost on Harry and he thought it was rather cute.
“You can go back to the clearing if you like,” Micha told Damon, though his tone was a little stiffer than usual and it made the younger submissive wonder how much Micha was bothered by keeping the relationship from Clayton. “I’ll stay with Harry,” Micha assured the dominant wolf.
Damon looked a little dubious. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” he said, thinking about how close the other werewolves had been to the territory the night before. Though the stream wasn’t far from the clearing, it was still far enough that he felt uncomfortable about leaving the two submissives unguarded for any amount of time.
“Please, Damon,” Micha said softly, a pleading look in his eyes. “I just want to talk with Harry for a little bit, before he goes back to school.”
Damon sighed, torn between wanting to give Micha what he wanted and wanting to keep both him and Harry safe. “I’m sorry, Micha, the two of you can go for a walk around the edge of the clearing to talk, but I am not leaving you here alone. And I am not changing my mind on that,” he added pointedly to Harry before the younger submissive could protest. He knew the teenager far too well and knew that had been what he was on the verge of doing.
Rolling his eyes, Harry finished washing himself off, climbed out of the stream. He grabbed his wand and cast a quick drying spell before he pulled on the clean clothes that he had already placed on the bank. It seemed that Micha was going to get a taste of what it was like to have an over-protective dominant and Harry didn’t think that that was necessarily a bad thing either. It had taken some getting used to but Harry actually rather liked it.
Harry grinned happily at Micha, linking their arms together and leading them both back towards the clearing. Damon got to his feet and followed after the two submissives with a smile on his face at how close the two of them had become. He kind of wished that it was him, rather than Harry, that Micha would come and talk to but he knew that that was a selfish thought and so reminded himself to be grateful that at least his mate did have Harry to talk to. After all he could concede that Micha needed other people in his life aside from him.
Micha turned and looked over his shoulder as he walked arm and arm with Harry and smiled. “Don’t worry, marshmallow, Harry will keep me safe,” he assured him letting out a little laugh at the horrified expression on Damon’s face at the use of the nickname in front of another.
“Marshmallow?” Damon heard Harry ask curiously as the two of them headed off back in the direction of the clearing and grimacing; he dreaded to think about what might happen now that Harry had heard Micha’s nickname for him, surely it wouldn’t be long before Clayton would know it too and that would take a lot of explaining.
FGHP
“Marshmallow?” Harry asked his fellow submissive, wondering how on earth Damon had earned such a nickname and entirely curious about finding out.
Micha shrugged, but looked pleased with himself. “He calls me trouble and when I said I would have to think of a nickname for him, he dared me to do my worst, so I did. I like it, I think it kind of suits him, don’t you?” he asked.
Harry took a moment to think on it and he had to admit it did kind of fit in a peculiar way, certainly given that the idea came from Micha and his slightly loopy and wonderful mind. “I guess I do, even if I have no idea why,” he agreed with a chuckle. “But what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” he questioned. “You definitely looked like you had something serious on your mind before Damon went all protective dominant mate on you.”
Micha looked more than a little unsure of himself and glanced around the clearing to make sure no one was in earshot before leading them off on a walk around the edge of it. “This morning…,” he started to say, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat and when Harry turned to look at him questioningly he spotted a flush had coloured his friend’s cheeks.
“Oh…” Harry said, with dawning realisation and a sudden urge to find Fenrir, wake him up and clip him over the head for not pointing out that Micha was awake during their amorous recreational activities in the early hours of the morning. “Sorry, I really didn’t know anyone was awake, and if I had known you were, then I would never have…”
“Harry,” Micha interrupted, nudging the younger submissive to get his attention and put a stop to the apologetic rambling. “It’s okay really, I know you didn’t mean any harm by it and honestly it was…”
Harry waited, wanting to give his fellow submissive time to answer, but obviously he wasn’t sure about saying whatever it was that he was thinking. “Was what?” Harry prompted gently. “No judgement, I swear,” he promised.
“Was… arousing,” Micha said hesitantly. “I mean I felt kind of uncomfortable too, though I am not really sure if that was because of… you know…” he hurriedly tried to explain.
“What that bastard did to you?” Harry questioned, not actually wanting to say Harlan’s name in case it really upset Micha, though this whole conversation was heading into dangerous waters on that count. “I would be surprised if that wasn’t a factor,” he agreed, wanting to assure Micha that there really was no judgement and that he didn’t mind talking about it if that was what Micha needed.
Micha simply nodded. “Yeah…,” he agreed. “I’m not sure if it was just that or if it was a bit uncomfortable because it was you and the Alpha,” Micha went on, shrugging his shoulders; though Harry wasn’t buying the dismissive attitude his friend was trying to put on. This was obviously important to Micha. “I mean, I love you, Harry, but just not like that,” he tried to explain.
“I don’t think you need to justify what you are feeling to anyone,” Harry told him firmly, “and definitely not to me. Just take your time to figure out what you want and feel; but, if you don’t mind me saying, that if a guy giving another guy a blow job really turned you on, then I would probably say that your relationship with Damon has something going for it.”
“Harry!” Micha exclaimed, blushing even more furiously as the mental image of Damon’s head bobbing up and down in his lap popped into his head. But that was quickly followed by memories of what it felt like to have Harlan’s cock shoved down his throat and for a second he thought that he was going to be sick.
Harry stopped walking as Micha came to a sudden halt, taking a few deep, calming breaths. Harlan was dead, Micha reminded himself, and Damon would never hurt him, never make him do anything he wasn’t ready for or didn’t want. The two of them had been going at a snail's pace in their relationship, both of them too scared to take the next step but for very different reasons.
“Sorry, I meant when you’re ready, if you wanted to, I shouldn’t have said that,” Harry stammered hastily; he wanted to tease his friend not completely freak him out. He didn’t really know how vulnerable Micha was still feeling about everything that had happened with Harlan. Honestly, given their current conversation, he wasn’t sure that Micha had figured that much out for himself either. It was going to take time and Harry found himself very glad that Damon was such a patient soul.
“It’s okay,” Micha assured him, starting up their walking again. “I don’t mean to be such a mess, I know he is dead and gone, but sometimes the memories just catch me off guard.”
“I think you have every right to be a little bit messed up,” Harry told him. He actually thought that Micha was holding things together far better than any of them could have expected given everything. “But I also think that Damon is good for you. It’s cute how protective he is of you.”
“He is?” Micha questioned, looking to Harry at his side with some degree of scepticism. The dominants in the pack were protective of Harry, because he was special and because it was expected of them to keep the Alpha’s mate safe, but Micha didn’t understand why anyone, even Damon, would be that way with him.
“He wouldn’t leave us alone at the stream,” Harry pointed out. “And trust me when I say that that wasn’t for me,” he added before Micha could say that it was; the older submissive might have trouble seeing it but Harry was sure that there had been no mistaking the way Damon looked at Micha.
“No, it was because he knew the Alpha would skin him alive if he knew Damon had left the two of us alone,” Micha insisted.
“You really under estimate yourself, Micha,” Harry said, wishing that Micha could see how loved he was. His fellow submissive was a kind and gentle man, and probably a far better submissive than he could ever hope to be. Damon was a very lucky man, in Harry’s opinion.
“I just don’t understand why he would want anything to do with me,” Micha admitted. “I’m broken,” he explained at Harry’s confused expression.
“You’re not broken,” Harry said sternly, hating Harlan all the more for hearing just how earnest Micha believed his words, how genuinely Micha feared that Damon couldn’t love him.
“You said it yourself, I’m messed up!” he insisted, feeling frustrated that no-one seemed to get how damaged he felt. He felt useless and like a complete failure, and every time anyone tried to persuade him he wasn’t it just sounded like a lie to his ears.
“Yeah, a little messed up, not broken,” Harry attempted to explain, stepping in front of Micha and halting their walk around the edge of the clearing. He gripped his friends arms and made sure to meet his eyes. “You’re not broken Micha, not even close,” he told Micha sternly, needing him to understand how the rest of them saw him. “Look at how close you are with Damon, how you are getting on with your life.”
“We haven’t done anything more than… kissing,” Micha admitted, looking off to the side when he couldn’t hold Harry’s fiery gaze.
“So…?” Harry asked, trying to meet Micha’s eyes but it seemed the older submissive couldn’t handle that just yet. “It took Fen and me ages to build up to the other stuff,” Harry explained, wanting him to realise that there was no schedule as to how a relationship should develop. “It doesn’t have to happen right away, it just has to happen in its own time.”
“What if he won’t wait…” Micha asked in little more than a whisper, holding back the tears that wanted to fall at that confession. He wasn’t honestly sure what he was more scared of, that Damon might force him to do something or might leave him; and that made him hate himself for being so weak and needy.
“Micha,” Harry said firmly, putting a hand on his friend’s chin and tipping his head back up so that their eyes met. He gave him a warm loving smile before he spoke with affection. “Stop being so silly, of course he’ll wait. Trust me, I know a loved up dominant male when I see one and you have Damon wrapped around your little finger.”
“Then how come I can’t get him to tell Clay about us?” Micha questioned sadly, quickly wiping away a stray tear that was on his cheek. “So we wouldn’t have to hide it. I miss cuddling with him.”
“Like I said yesterday, I think I can understand his reasoning on that one,” Harry told him with a sigh. “We’re here for one night and then we have to go back to school, you really want Clayton all spazed out, acting like a brat because his Dad’s got a new man?” he asked with a grin and a chuckle. “If it makes you feel any better we could give Damon cat ears and see how long it takes him to notice,” Harry suggested, releasing his grip on Micha and throwing an arm over his friend’s shoulders.
“Can we make them blue?” Micha asked, and if his voice trembled slightly then Harry wasn’t going to mention it.
“Anything you want,” he promised, wanting to lift his friend’s mood.
“Blue and fuzzy,” Micha added with a smile, brushing away another involuntary tear that had fallen. Harry gave a little laugh at that, thinking that with Clayton’s helmet it would be kind of amusing for father and son to sort of have matching cat ears.
The two of them headed back towards the fire to warm up a little, and took seats a short distance from where Damon was sat talking with Callie. The two submissives wasted no time, and with a few muttered spells they managed to enchant Damon’s ears blue, fuzzy and cat like, without him noticing.
Damon remained caught up in his conversation with his sister, oblivious to the discrete and rather amused looks that the others were starting to give him, as they spotted the changes that Micha and Harry had made. Of course their first instinct was to look around for Harry and Clayton, but as soon as they spotted the two giggling submissives it was clear who was responsible.
The Alpha, however, was not amused and so, taking the prank as a sign that his mate was now done with the serious conversation he had been having with Micha, he decided that he wanted his mate’s attention for a while before they were parted once more.
“We should talk,” Fenrir said in his usual gruff bark as he came to stand next to where his little mate was sat with Micha.
Harry simply rolled his eyes without moving from where he sat beside his friend. “Is that code for I want to drag you into the forest and fuck you senseless?” he asked looking up at the Alpha with a cheeky smile.
“I think it was actually code for me to find somewhere else to sit,” Micha said nudging Harry’s shoulder with his own. “Thank you though, I really have missed you,” he added quietly, planting a kiss to Harry's temple before getting to his feet and heading over towards Damon and Callie, taking a place beside her rather than him much to the disappointment of Damon.
“Okay, grumpy boots, you want to tell me what you want to talk to me about that is so important?” Harry asked, gesturing to the now vacant seat beside him.
“No more Quidditch,” the Alpha stated as he took a seat on the log next to Harry, lifting up his little mate and placing him on his lap.
“Excuse me?” Harry asked incredulously, looking up at Fenrir with an expression of disbelief.
“No more Quidditch,” Fenrir repeated stubbornly.
Harry shook his head, letting out a soft sigh of exasperation. “How are you going to stop me playing Quidditch, Wolfie?” he asked with amusement.
“For once, you’re going to do as you’re told,” Fenrir told him firmly, though part of him knew that Harry was right; once his little mate was out of his reach at that school he wouldn’t be able to keep him from playing Quidditch if he chose to.
“Fat chance of that happening,” Harry scoffed, amazed that the Alpha was still even trying to dictate how he would live his life. He understood that Fenrir really believed that he was trying to protect him, but he was fairly sure he could judge what he could handle for himself.
“I won’t let you get hurt, little one,” Fenrir insisted.
“Is that what this is about, my concussion?” Harry asked, reaching up to press a hand against his mate’s cheek. “Accidents happen, Fen,” he told him. “But I was at Hogwarts, which is a magical school remember, they healed me right up.”
“Not the point,” the Alpha said snappishly. Even the discussion of Harry being injured was enough to boil his blood. His every instinct was still telling him that he had failed his little mate by not being there to protect him.
“Totally the point,” Harry said stubbornly. “I’m fine,” he assured his mate, seeing the worry etched on Fenrir’s face. He didn’t want the Alpha to worry but that didn’t mean he was going to stop doing things he loved, like Quidditch.
“You still can’t feel pain, little one,” Fenrir reminded him. “You don’t know that you are fine.” It terrified him that one day Harry might get hurt and not even realise in time to get help.
“Maybe that’s true,” Harry conceded, “but they have a nurse there who assured me that I actually am as fine as I feel. Honestly, Wolfie, you worry too much,” he insisted, giving a sigh as he rested his head against the Alpha’s chest, enjoying being surrounded by his mate’s scent.
“You take too many risks,” Fenrir growled in annoyance.
“By playing Quidditch?” Harry asked incredulously, looking up at the Alpha’s scowling face. “That isn’t a risk, that’s a sport!” he insisted. Sure, there was no question that sometimes people got hurt playing Quidditch but people sometimes got hurt walking up a flight of stairs, that didn’t mean he was never going to do it again.
“I won’t let you be hurt,” the Alpha stated.
“I am going to get hurt sometimes, Fenrir,” Harry told him with frustration. “Just like you will sometimes get hurt, and Clay will, and Damon will, and Callie will and…”
“Little one!” Fenrir all but roared at him, the mention of his pack members getting hurt. Part of him knew that Harry was right, there were bound to be injuries occasionally, but he just wanted them all safe; Harry most of all.
“Don’t, Fen. I get it, you’re… you and that’s great but I’m not going to stop living my life because you worry,” Harry told him, a small, almost apologetic smile on his face as he pushed himself up enough to press their lips together. When he pulled back though there was a salacious grin on his face and determination in his eyes. “Now are you going to fuck me senseless or am I going to have to go back to school horny?” he asked.
Without another word or any warning, Fenrir got to his feet with Harry still in his arms and headed towards the tree line. He really needed for his little mate to submit to him and there was only one sure way that he had ever really achieved that with Harry, so he had every intention of meeting his mate’s request; hopefully it would help him to release the stress of having failed to convince Harry to quit playing Quidditch.
FGHP
“What are you doing?” Fenrir questioned as he watched his little mate exchange the hide he had originally taken to school at the beginning of January for another that the two of them had been sleeping under only this morning. They were preparing themselves for the trip back to Hogwarts and the atmosphere was tense and no one was really saying anything.
Harry looked a little flushed at the question and being caught trading blankets. “This one doesn’t smell of you any more,” he explained softly; he was glad that no one else was within earshot of this conversation. “It probably smells of me, Clay and Romy though, maybe that will keep from getting too grumpy while I am away.”
“You are the only one I want to smell,” Fenrir said quietly as if it were a secret weakness that he didn’t want anyone else to know. He wrapped his arms around his little mate, drawing him into a rather desperate kiss before helping him to pack the large hide.
“Well that’s sweet, Fen, honestly,” he said with an amused smile, “but I am not removing Romy and Clay from my bed at Hogwarts just so my blankets will only smell of me. So I guess you will have to deal with being about to smell all three of us. Maybe you could share it with Damon, Callie and Jenson, I’m sure they would like something with the scent…”
“No,” the Alpha said sternly, taking the blanket that the pups had been using at Hogwarts. Harry was right; it had the scents of all three of the pups all over it and despite his insistence that he only wanted to be able to smell his mate, he already knew that it would be a comfort to have something with Clayton and Romy’s scents too.
“Possessive much,” Harry said with a knowing smile on his face. The Alpha might not care about the other two in the same way as he did Harry but that didn’t mean they weren’t important to him. They were his pack’s pups after all.
“You are mine,” the Alpha stated, pulling Harry against his chest.
“I meant you were being possessive of the blanket, but yeah don’t worry I hadn’t forgotten how possessive you are of me too,” he teased, smiling up at his mate, who leaned down and place a kiss on his lips. “Fen…” Harry said slowly, looking around and making sure that no one else could really see what the two of them were doing. “Can you do something for me?” he asked.
The Alpha looked to his mate in confusion but nodded his head, though tentatively, unsure of what Harry might ask of him.
“Baloo doesn’t smell of you any more… could you… I mean, would you… hug him?” Harry requested, looking a little unsure about how his mate might react. “I just want him to smell of you again. We can sneak off so you can hug him where no-one can see if you like. I know hugging teddy bears isn’t exactly the big strong Alpha image you like everyone to see,” Harry teased.
Fenrir released Harry from his arms and reached over to pick up the bear from the small pile of bedding and hides, giving it a rather disparaging look. He handed it over to his mate before taking Harry up into his arms again, sitting them both down with Baloo bear between them. If he was going to sit and cuddle with a bear then the cuddle was going to include Harry too.
“Yeah, this works,” Harry said, agreeing with his mate’s unspoken suggestion. He rested his ear over Fenrir’s heart, letting the steady beat calm the anxiousness he felt over having to return to Hogwarts soon. They only had a couple of hours really, then they would have to leave; this knowledge was like a pain, clawing at his chest, he didn’t want to leave Fenrir or the others.
He could see Romy, where she was cuddled into her Dad’s side, and Clayton, where he was telling some apparently funny story to Micha and Damon; he knew it would be hard for them to be apart from their parents, just like he would miss Fen. It was relaxing just being with their weird little family, Fenrir’s strong arms and masculine scent surrounding him. He tried to fight as his eyes became heavy, wanting to stay awake and cherish every moment, but within ten minutes he fell into a peaceful sleep in the arms of his mate.
FGHP
When Harry finally woke up an hour and a half later, due to Clayton whining that he didn’t want to go back to school, he was in a grumpy mood; he hadn’t meant to sleep away the last of the time he had in the territory. It wasn’t helped any when Damon ruffled his hair and said that he looked adorably cute when he was half asleep, a thought which the Alpha concurred with.
Unhappy with the dominant males cooing at him, Harry extricated himself from Fenrir’s arms and instead approached Lukas, smiling at him. “I’m sorry we didn’t really get to talk this weekend,” he said shyly, hoping that Lukas wasn’t about to ruffle his hair or tell him he looked cute like Damon had.
“You were otherwise occupied, it’s alright,” Lukas replied in amusement with a quick glance to the Alpha who was watching them, before looking back at the young pup fondly.
“Well, you were too,” Harry said with a sly wink, “but don’t worry, I won’t say anything.” To be honest Harry had no idea what he was on about and was purely fishing. He had a gut instinct that Lukas was up to something and just wasn’t saying anything. The two of them had shared a lot of heart-to-hearts when he had first joined the pack and Harry knew Lukas didn’t visit clients; there had to be some other reason for his disappearing acts.
Suddenly Lukas looked flustered and at a complete loss for words. “I’m not sure how you… what you think… we’re not...” he said, not making eye contact with the young pup and suddenly feeling rather awkward. He had discussed it briefly with Tessie a few times but other than that he been happier not having to talk about it at all.
“Relax, Lukas,” Harry said, grabbing hold of his friend by the arms and forcing the older werewolf to look at him, “I was only guessing. But you totally are, aren’t you?” Harry asked in slight amusement. Lukas was a twenty-one year old dominant werewolf and he had been reduced to a stuttering mess by a teenage submissive. It was certainly amusing from Harry’s point of view.
“Harry,” Lukas said with a sigh, he hadn’t wanted everyone to know. He had told Tessie because she was a good listener and she had promised that she would keep her mouth shut. Though that was more because she was still absolutely terrified of the Alpha and his temper. She couldn’t look at the pack leader half the time, let alone actually talk to him.
“I knew it!” Harry said in triumph, a smug grin on his face as he released his hold on the older werewolf.
“Fine, yes, little know it all,” Lukas said fondly. “I do hope you’re putting your brilliant mind to good use at school rather than just to trouble making,” he said half teasingly; he knew Harry well enough by now to know that he was probably showing everyone else up with his knowledge and willingness to learn.
“Of course,” Harry said as though Lukas should have known better than to question such a thing. “Though talking of trouble making, I wish I had time to give you trouble over this new… ‘friend’ of yours right now,” he said using air quotes and a not even slightly subtle wink to emphasise his point, “but I have to get ready to go back to school or Fen might just keep me here.”
“That might not be a bad thing for that school of yours,” Lukas said, thinking about all the detentions that Harry and Clayton had managed to get in just two weeks; he was sure that they were only just getting started too.
“Hey! It’s Clayton that that school really needs to worry about,” Harry insisted. It was at least partly true; he tended to cause not quite as severe disasters without the encouragement of his pack brother, but it wasn’t as though he wasn’t capable of causing problems all by himself if he chose to.
“The both of you combined is more than a little terrifying,” Lukas pointed out.
“Don’t think I’m going to drop this though,” Harry said, noticing that Lukas seemed to be trying to avoid talking about his little mystery excursions. “I wanna know all about this mystery lady. It is a lady right?” he asked; he had assumed that Lukas was straight but he had never had that confirmed.
“Yes, she is a lady,” Lukas said with a whisper and a soft chuckle.
“Write and tell me all about her,” Harry requested. “Please.” He gave Lukas his best pleading look, he really wanted to be kept in the loop with what was happening in the pack and he knew that Lukas would be the best person to do just that, plus it meant getting all the gossip on his new lady friend.
“Fine, now go on with you before the Alpha really does decide to keep you here,” Lukas said and even though he was joking he knew that it was a possibility, especially after the last time, that the Alpha might not be able to watch his mate leave again.
“Okay, okay,” Harry agreed, flinging his arms around Lukas. “Don’t forget to write,” he muttered, before he let go of his pack brother and headed back over to the Alpha.
He tucked Baloo and the blankets into his backpack with the rest of his belongings, Fenrir hovering over him all the while he got his things together. Harry was more than happy to take his time, all the while the Alpha getting more and more aggravated behind him.
Harry waited a moment too long and suddenly he had been scooped up, turned around and firm lips were being rather forcibly pressed against his. The Alpha’s scent all around him as the younger of the two parted his lips to deepen the kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Fenrir, not wanting to let him go.
“I can’t go a whole month without seeing you,” Harry told him, his voice a breathy whisper from the kiss, with the way Fenrir’s arms tightened around him, he was sure that the Alpha agreed with the sentiment. “Come visit me, in Hogsmeade, please,” he whispered almost desperately.
“Yes,” Fenrir said gruffly, Harry smiled at him happily, the relief of knowing that they would see each other again soon made separating this time all the easier. “We should go.”
“We?” Harry questioned his brow furrowed with confusion.
“I’m taking you back,” Fenrir said, his tone suggesting that he was simply stating fact and one he thought that his mate might be happy with. Harry however was looking at him as if he were crazy.
“I don’t think so,” Harry said, shaking his head and frowning. “You remember how well it went last time you came to Hogwarts, you remember, yesterday? We can’t risk you coming with us, not with Dumbledore there,” he pointed out.
“You are not going without me,” the Alpha stated with a scowl.
“Put me down, Fenrir, right this moment!” Harry said angrily, wriggling and prying the Alpha’s hands off him until Fenrir had no choice but to place Harry back on his own two feet or else risk dropping him. “I can’t believe you are going to risk everything just because you are a stubborn possessive arse.”
“I don’t care about that old man!” the Alpha snapped impatiently, having had enough of Harry’s need to argue with him over everything. He was hardly going to let Dumbledore dictate where he went with his little mate.
“So if he takes me away from you, from the pack,” Harry argued back, shoving Fen in his frustration, “gets you arrested, puts you in Azkaban… you still won’t care then?” he asked angrily, needing Fenrir to understand how dangerous it really was for him to come to Hogwarts, and certainly not worth it for the sake of a few extra minutes together.
“No one will take you,” Fenrir argued. He would never let anyone take Harry from him, his precious little submissive was his, they were mated, had shared mating marks and he wouldn’t let that old headmaster come between them.
“Don’t be so fucking stupid!” Harry yelled. His mate was strong and there was no doubt that Fenrir would go to great lengths to keep him safe, but Dumbledore was a manipulative bastard with a lot of power of his own; they couldn’t afford to underestimate him.
“Harry!” Fenrir shouted, shocked at his little mate’s words and anger. Around them the others were turning to look at the Alpha pair in concern; it had been some time since they had shouted at each other.
“No, you’re not coming and I’m hiding these,” Harry said motioning to the marks on his neck. “You heard the headmaster, any sign that there is a sexual relationship. We were stupid and we can’t afford to be with him.”
Fenrir was furious; he could deal with Harry’s stubbornness to some extent but those marks were the proof that Harry was his, and his infuriating little mate was talking about hiding them. He couldn’t allow it. “You are NOT hiding them!” he bellowed, the mutterings from the rest of the pack members falling into silence.
“Watch me,” Harry said, his voice quietly deadly as he removed his wand and cast a well known glamour over his neck and the purple claiming bites vanished beneath it along with the mating mark, which had not been Harry's intent. He hadn't really considered that the glamour would hide the mating mark as well as the love bites.
“Oh this is not going to be pretty,” Damon muttered under his breath, moving over to stand between Clayton and Micha in case one of them got any crazy ideas about trying to interfere, which he knew was entirely possible from either of them. The entire pack was now watching the exchange, many of them not daring to move or breath they were so scared about what was going to happen. Only Jenson seemed to have prepared himself to jump in if it was needed.
“Take it off,” Fenrir said in a low growl of warning, towering over his submissive mate; a fiery anger in his golden eyes as he glowered down at his little mate. “Now,” he added through clenched teeth as Harry stubbornly replaced his wand back in its holster.
“No,” Harry said defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest and returning the glare that his mate was giving him. He wasn’t going to back down on this occasion; he wouldn’t let Fenrir take stupid, needless risks for the sake of a few more minutes together and he couldn’t let Dumbledore see his marks.
“Take it off,” Fenrir repeated once more, his anger bubbling inside of him. The mating mark that they had shared, it was gone, hidden beneath the glamour charm. No amount of reasoning was going to allow the Alpha male to see this as a good thing.
“No, because I won’t have Dumbledore try and separate us,” Harry argued, though he thought that even by making him have to hide the love bites the headmaster was doing a fantastic job anyway. The two of them hadn’t argued like this before and it hurt Harry’s heart to shout at Fenrir like this.
“You aren’t leaving until you take it off,” Fenrir roared, furious that Harry dared to hide the marks he had placed upon his submissive. The wolf in him wasn’t going to just let his mate hide the claiming marks. But it was the fact that the mating mark was also hidden beneath the glamour that enraged him more.
“I’m going, Fen,” Harry said sadly, going to turn away from the Alpha as he fought back the tears. They had had a beautiful and amazing weekend together and this wasn’t how Harry had expected it to end and it just renewed his hatred of Dumbledore tenfold.
“No,” Fenrir said, grabbing hold of Harry’s arm, stopping him from turning away, stopping him from leaving.
“Let me go,” Harry said, pleadingly; he had no idea how to make Fenrir see that it had to be this way and he was wishing that he had just bitten his tongue and waited to get to Lukas’ house to hide them. But the Alpha was his mate and he didn’t think he should have to lie about something like this to him, he needed Fenrir to understand what he was doing and why.
“Take off the damn magic,” Fenrir growled angrily. “Now!”
“Let me go,” Harry repeated, getting angrier now, glaring at his mate, attempting to pull his arm away from the tight grip that the Alpha had on it; however, Fenrir just tightened his hold.
“Harry!” Micha cried out going to dash forward at the sight of the large brutish Alpha manhandling his comparatively tiny friend. He wouldn’t let Harry get hurt like he did, but he had barely managed a single stepped before Damon’s arm was around his waist stopping him.
The struggle between Micha and Damon, however, was going unnoticed by Harry and Fenrir, even as Micha lashed out against the hold that his mate had on him. He wanted to get to Harry and help him, even if he was aware that it wasn’t the smartest idea to stand between the Alpha and his mate.
“You’re not going!” Fenrir stated, he wasn’t about to let his little mate go back to school, not when he was hiding their mating. He wouldn’t have Harry leave like this, not while they were arguing, he didn’t care if it took all night to sort it out or better yet if Harry never left at all.
With tears in his eyes Harry attempted one more time to wrench his arm away from the Alpha to no avail, so resorting to the only thing he could think of, the little submissive began to hit, slap and punch at the Alpha male’s bare chest. “Let me go,” he said, tears now streaming down his cheeks. “Let me go!”
“Damon, we have to help him,” Micha begged, Harry’s tears and desperate pleas making him terrified for his fellow submissive. Harry might be special and cherished but the Alpha looked as though he was on the verge of going completely berserk.
“No, Micha,” Damon whispered in his ear, his own fears for Harry making his heart pound in his chest. He could barely stand it as he had to stand there and watch his best friend treating Harry in such a way as to drive him to hysterical tears.
“Lukas,” Jenson said firmly, grabbing Clay’s wrist before he could charge in and try to get between Harry and Fenrir. “Go with Callie and take Romy and Clayton to your house. Now!”
Lukas might not have been the strongest of the dominants, but Clay was still younger and smaller than he was at the moment, so taking him by the wrist he was able to start dragging him towards the apparition point.
“We need to get going, Clayton,” Callie said sternly, taking his other wrist; Romy holding onto her other hand, going with her mother willingly. As Callie had hoped, her nephew stopped putting up as much of a fight, seemingly not wanting to risk hurting her.
Damon nodded his appreciation to Jenson, but kept his arms firmly around Micha. He wanted to go with his son, say goodbye properly but keeping Micha out of harm’s way had to be a higher priority right now. Micha would have put himself directly into the firing line, Clayton would too, of course, but he was being removed from the situation and there was no way that Micha would have gone.
“Let me go right now or I won’t be coming back next full moon,” Harry raged, having realised that lashing out at the Alpha wasn’t working and was in fact having no affect on him whatsoever.
“Then you won’t leave,” Fenrir growled, trying to pull his struggling and resisting mate into his arms. “You are mine, you belong here!”
“Not any more,” Harry shouted at him, still fighting to get free from the Alpha’s punishing grip, “you don’t own me!”
“You’re my mate,” Fenrir told him angrily, making Harry want to pull his hair out in frustration; that seemed to be the Alpha’s reasoning for everything. That one statement, however much it was true, just wasn’t enough any more.
“No, if I was your mate you’d treat me with respect,” he retorted, “you wouldn’t order me around. Now let me go because I may not feel pain but I can feel that that is going to leave a whole other kind of mark!” Harry snapped, glaring hatefully at Fenrir.
“You have nowhere else to go,” Fenrir grunted, releasing his hold on his little mate, though doing so reluctantly. Finally having his arm free, Harry wasn’t sure what to do with himself, it wasn’t sore or anything but he could still feel the harsh pressure that the Alpha had been putting on it.
“Don’t push me, Fenrir,” Harry warned. “I have friends outside this pack now,” he pointed out, though he didn’t exactly think that he would be welcomed into the Malfoy family home but Fenrir wasn’t to know that or even who his friends were.
“Then go to them and see how understanding they are when they find out what you are!” Fenrir raged, infuriated more than he ever thought was possible when Harry was the one on the receiving end. Things were getting out of hand again and they had only done that once before and it had resulted in Harry deciding to end their relationship and going up that damn tree. He wasn’t about to let either happen again.
“They already know and they’re nicer to me than you are most of the time,” Harry retorted, unable and unwilling to keep the harsh tone from his voice. He couldn’t believe how the argument had escalated to this point but he wasn’t about to back down now. He wasn’t going to be weak and just let Fenrir control him.
“Enough, both of you,” Jenson said, stepping in before the fight between the two could escalate any further. Damon was still struggling to hold Micha back and was looking like he was half ready to do so himself, and so Jenson wanted to pre-empt that. “Harry, it’s time to go.” The beta male really didn’t want to see either of the Alpha pair say something that they would regret later, they were already stepping into dangerous territory on that front.
“He’s not leaving,” Fenrir growled. The Alpha was determined on that front, he wasn’t going to be letting his mate leave the territory, not like this.
“Yes, I am,” Harry said. “If you force me to stay here I won’t forgive you Fenrir, I don’t want to be here right now, I don’t want to be around you. You ruin everything.”
“Harry, this isn’t helping anything, let’s just get you to school,” Jenson suggested. He knew he was stepping into dangerous territory with all but counteracting the Alpha, but both Harry and Fenrir had the tendency to get caught up in their emotions; it would be better for everyone if they could step back from this.
“Good idea,” Harry said bitterly, glaring at Fenrir before taking a few steps backwards towards Jenson, grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder.
“He is not your dominant mate,” Fenrir shouted, taking a step towards his mate; he couldn’t help but be insulted that Harry, who had resisted him stubbornly on almost everything, just agreed with the Beta’s suggestion so willingly. “You submit only to me,” he raged.
“If you want me to submit to you then start treating me like an actual person,” Harry yelled back. "If you can stop ordering me around then maybe I’ll respect your authority,” he said angrily taking another few steps away from his mate, towards Jenson.
“You’re an awful submissive,” the Alpha snapped, his fists clenched at his sides to resist the urge to reach out and grab hold of his little mate.
Harry stared at Fenrir, unable to believe what he was hearing; he had had doubts about his ability to be a real submissive so many times but hearing his mate actually acknowledge what a failure of a submissive he was made him want to curl up and cry. Either that or stamp his feet and scream; he resisted the urge to do either. “Well you aren’t being a great dominant mate either right now,” he told Fenrir, glaring at him furiously.
“You are coming back next month,” the Alpha stated firmly, his whole body tense.
“I probably will be, yes,” Harry told him, “because everyone here is my family and, unlike you, they treat me with respect. But you should know that even if I do come back, that doesn’t mean I am still going to be your mate when I do,” he clarified.
The Alpha growled deep in his throat. “I will not lose you.”
“If you keep on trying to stop me from leaving then you will, Fenrir,” Harry said almost calmly; he was still furious with the Alpha, but he could hear the fear in Fenrir’s voice. He still wanted them to be able to work this out but something had to change, his mate needed to understand that he was not a possession. “You have to let me leave or… I don’t know but… it’ll feel like you’re keeping me prisoner here. That isn’t a relationship.”
Fenrir stared at Harry, trying to figure out how they had gotten here; he had never wanted his beautiful, passionate, little mate to be there against his will; he wanted Harry to want to be there, to want to be with him as he had been for the last few months. There was no reasoning with the submissive on anything at the moment and he was so angry he was risking lashing out and accidentally hurting his little mate; from the grip he had had before, he might already have done so.
“Go,” he snapped angrily. He was realising that he had to let Harry return to that school, with or without his blessing and so better that it was on his order than against it. “I will come to Hogsmeade,” he said when Harry continued to stare at him sadly, his face tear streaked.
“Don’t bother until you are ready to apologise for being such a complete bastard,” Harry told him, turning and heading towards the apparition point. Fresh tears were coating his face and he wasn’t sure why his mate finally allowing him to leave hurt so much when it was what he had wanted; but it had felt like the Alpha was giving up on them. Maybe he really was more trouble than he was worth.
“Harry,” Micha called out and Damon finally let go of his mate, allowing him to run over to Harry and follow him across the clearing, towards the tree line.
Damon watched as Micha threaded his fingers with Harry’s, the younger submissive’s shoulders shaking and he was sure that he was crying again. Micha shot a murderous look at the Alpha over his shoulder.
“Nice way to end the weekend, Fenrir,” Damon said angrily, stalking towards his best friend, who was glaring at him angrily.
“Damon, don’t. Come and say goodbye to Clayton,” Jenson suggested, averting another disastrous fight by stopping Damon with a hand on his chest. “Tessie go with Harry and Micha now please,” he instructed, noticing that the girl seemed relieved that she wasn’t going to be asked to stay in the territory with the furious Alpha who looked ready to kill someone.
“Fine,” Damon said begrudgingly. “Enjoy having the territory to yourself, Alpha bossy boots,” he added, kind of enjoying the incredulous expression on Fenrir’s face at the unexpected use of Harry’s nickname for him. “You know, I think Harry has a pretty good measure of you at the moment,” he said before turning and heading after Tessie, Micha and Harry, mostly because he couldn’t stand to look at his best friend at the moment.
“I’ll make sure they get to Hogwarts safely,” Jenson told Fenrir, as the Alpha turned his back on them all, but all he got in response was a grunt of acknowledgement. And so with a sigh, Jenson turned and followed after the others.
He was halfway towards the tree line, the others having already headed into the trees, when there was an enraged roar and a loud crunching sound. He turned around quickly just in time to see the Alpha dropping himself on to what was now one of the four log benches they had, seeing as Fenrir had apparently kicked one of them hard enough to break it in two.
The Alpha was staring at the ground in front of him, his shoulders slumped, and Jenson could see how much Fenrir was hurting, even if it was manifesting as anger. With a resigned sigh the Beta turned away from the sight of his Alpha and headed after the others; he was already sure that Harry would already be beating himself up for his part in the fight, probably more than the little submissive was truly responsible for, but he just really hoped a little time alone might help the Alpha realise what he had done.
FGHP
Harry had heard the enraged roar from his mate and he wasn’t sure if it made him want to run further away from the terrifying man or back into his arms. However, with Micha with him, Tessie and Damon quickly catching up with them, followed closely by Jenson, going back was no longer a viable option.
Damon took both Harry and Micha in his arms, holding them close to his chest, the two submissives still holding hands as the three of them apparated away, Jenson bringing Tessie along after them a moment later.
None of them had said a thing while they were still in the territory, but the moment they appeared in Lukas’ house they were bombarded by questions; most of them from Clayton, who was still fairly pissed off at having been removed from the territory in the way that he had.
“Leave it, Clayton,” Micha snapped wrapping an arm around Harry’s shoulders, leading him into the sitting room. Callie got up from where she was sitting on the sofa with Romy, insisting that the two submissives sat down where she had been sitting; Lukas handed cups of tea to both Harry and Micha. Clayton didn’t look pleased at his question being dismissed but followed after them and dropped himself into a chair, frowning at Micha; he would just wait to talk to Harry once they got to school anyway.
“Okay, little one,” Callie said, squatting down in front of Harry. “Can you let Romy hold your cup for a moment while I have a look at your arm?” She had seen how firmly the Alpha had grabbed him and she was sure there would be some bruising at least; normally she wouldn’t have worried too much but with Harry’s inability to feel pain she wanted to check him over before they took him to Hogwarts.
“No,” Harry said defensively, he didn’t want anyone looking at him, touching him, being anywhere near him, no one but Micha. Drawing his legs up to his chest and handing his mug over to Micha, Harry curled up into a little ball, hugging his knees to his chest, silent tears still streaming down his cheeks.
“Harry, it’s probably best to let Callie have a look,” Damon said encouragingly, leaning against the door frame. He hated seeing Harry this way.
“He said no, Damon,” Micha said, putting the mugs of tea to one side, no more interested in them than Harry was. The older of the two submissive men wrapped his arms around the sobbing teenager, trying to comfort him. Harry leant into his friend, accepting the embrace and wishing more than anything that it was Fenrir who was comforting him and yet still being furious at the Alpha male at the same time.
“Micha…” Callie said gently, however he wasn’t going to have any of it.
“Just leave him alone,” Micha said, defending his friend. He could relate to what Harry was feeling and he didn’t want anyone poking or prodding at him until he was ready.
“That’s enough, Micha,” Damon said, trying to sound firm but not too stern, though he still received a glare from his mate.
“You can’t boss me around,” Micha retorted, “it’s not like we’re…”
“Don’t,” Harry said, interrupting Micha mid-sentence. “Not you two as well.”
“Just let Mum have a look Harry then they’ll all leave you be,” Romy said, nudging Harry with her knee and giving him a small pleading smile when he looked at her. “Let the silly dominants put their minds at ease,” she teased and Harry looked around the room seeing that Damon, Jenson, Lukas and Clayton were all frowning with concern.
Even seeing their concerned faces looking at him he was reluctant to have anyone look at him or the mark that had undoubtedly been left by Fenrir on his arm. “I’ll let Romy look,” Harry said, “No one else.”
“Well you heard him you lot, out,” Romy said, getting to her feet and trying to herd them all out of the room. Jenson, Lukas and Callie went willingly, and Damon after just a few moments of hesitation.
“Well I’m not leaving,” Clayton said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Oh yes you are,” Micha said sternly, placing a kiss on Harry’s temple before getting to his feet and, between him and Romy, they dragged Clay to his feet and pushed him towards the door. “I’ll be just outside if you need me,” he said, going to follow after the others.
“No, stay,” Harry said, looking up suddenly with a surprised expression when he realised that Micha had thought he was supposed to leave too. “Oh you didn’t actually think I would want you to leave did you?” he asked, even managing a small smile when Micha opened his mouth but failed to find words. “Please, Micha,” Harry said, holding out a hand to his friend.
“Of course I’ll stay,” he said as he shut the door, ensuring that it was just the three of them in the room. Harry felt too vulnerable to do anything with multiple faces of people who he cared for and cared for him in return watching on.
“Take off your jumper,” Romy said gently and slowly; Harry nodded and did as she instructed him to do, carefully removing the item of clothing, leaving him in just a t-shirt. The intake of breath from Romy was enough for Harry to know that it was bad without even looking for himself.
“Bad?” Harry asked, almost fearful of the answer.
“It’ll bruise, it’s starting to already and he dug his nails in but he didn’t break the skin, there isn’t any blood,” she told him, knowing there was no good beating about the bush on the issue. “I’m sorry, Harry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Harry asked in confusion. “You didn’t do it.”
“I know but still, I can’t believe he did this,” Romy said with a frown. She knew that Fenrir was not a werewolf to be messed with but it still surprised her when he became so passionate in his relationship with Harry.
“He’s a complete arse,” Micha said angrily. He had been so jealous of how loved and protected Harry was, but it seemed that these dominants were nothing but brutes; it made him wonder how long it would take for Damon to turn on him, but he needed to focus on Harry for the moment. “What are you going to do, you aren’t really going to not be with the Alpha are you?”
“Honestly, Micha, I have no idea,” Harry told his friend, leaning his head on the older submissive’s shoulder, Romy clasping at his hand. “I am so angry at him right now, but I half want to go back and cuddle up with him and make everything okay between us,” he admitted, leaning his head back onto the back of the sofa and sighing in frustration at his conflicting thoughts.
“Wasn’t it you who was telling me that it’s okay to feel whatever we feel, and that we shouldn’t have to explain ourselves?” Micha pointed out, knowing what it was like to be dragged in multiple directions all at once by his own thoughts.
“I’m with Micha on this one,” Romy said, taking a seat on the sofa next to Harry, sitting crossed legged and facing him and Micha. “We have to go to school now anyway, so just take this time to get your thoughts together and then write to him or something.”
“Yeah, it isn’t like I can go back and see him now,” Harry agreed. “I dread to think what trouble Dumbledore might cause if I didn’t go back to Hogwarts.” It made him feel slightly nauseous at the idea of leaving things as they stood between him and Fen, but there really wasn’t an alternative at the moment and hopefully they could both manage to be a little more rational when they spoke next; not that rational was exactly something the Alpha was known for.
Harry sighed, the argument still replaying in his mind making him want to scream. “We should head back to school,” he concluded. Romy nodded her agreement, though it was reluctantly so; she didn’t want to go any more than Harry did.
“Shall I call the others back?” Micha asked, looking to Harry for instruction.
“Not yet, let me get my jumper back on first,” Harry said as reached down to pick it up from the floor where he had dropped in. “I don’t want them to freak out, it isn’t worth it. What’s another bruise?” he said dismissively with a shrug, it wasn’t like he was in pain or anything.
“You can’t think like that, Harry,” Micha said; he remembered far too well when that had been the way he had thought in regards to Harlan. What was one more humiliation, one more bruise, one more round of rough sex… he didn’t want Harry to end up like that.
“He’s so closed off all the time, promising to talk to me and then he never does,” Harry said with exasperation, sounding and feeling rather deflated as he pulled on his jumper and therefore covering the rapidly forming bruise.
“But you’re keeping secrets from him too,” Romy said pointedly, not wanting to reveal anything further in front of Micha just in case he wasn’t included in who Harry wanted to know about the things that had happened at Hogwarts.
“Nothing that he needs to know about,” Harry insisted, giving Romy a warning stare, telling her not to say anything further on the matter. He wasn’t against Micha knowing but he knew that his fellow submissive would only worry and feel bad about keeping it from Damon and the Alpha, so it was just easier to leave him out of the loop on some things for now.
“Did it occur to you that the things he isn’t telling you about are things that he thinks you don’t need to know?” Romy queried, ignoring the glare that Harry was giving her. She didn’t want Harry upset or resentful but he needed to see that what he was doing was in no way better than what the Alpha was doing. The two of them were as bad as each other.
“Sometimes you being so smart is rather annoying, Romy,” Harry said with another glare directed at her, though this one was decidedly more half-hearted than the last. Having made his point he flopped his head back down on the sofa with a satisfying thud, wishing that he could have felt the pain to go with it.
“That doesn’t make it okay for him to treat you like he did though,” Micha pointed out. He didn’t want to see Harry just forgive the Alpha, only to be manhandled like that again. It hadn’t happened in a while but it had still happened far more often than it should have done in the short time that they had been together.
“I know, don’t worry,” Harry assured him, with a wry smile, “there is no way he is getting away with this lightly.” He hadn’t quite figured out what he would need from Fenrir to move past this but he knew it wasn’t something that was going to come easily to the Alpha; for one thing, he fully expected to actually hear a genuine apology.
“Good, now drink your tea,” Micha said, handing one of the mugs back to Harry, “otherwise Lukas will be all offended, and then we’ll get the others back in.”
“How long do you think we can keep them out there?” Harry asked, accepting the slightly tepid tea and taking a sip. It was definitely not as good as it probably would have been hot, but it was rather soothing after all the crying and shouting he had done.
“You mean how long can we delay going back to Hogwarts?” Romy asked with a smile, Harry nodded his head, “Another few minutes at least,” she said and Harry grinned at her, glad that she was on his wave length.
Apparently they couldn’t though, because there was a knock on the door and it was opened a crack. “Are you okay for us to come back in now?” Callie’s kindly voice questioned.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Come back in,” Harry begrudgingly agreed with a sigh, sharing a mildly amused look with both Romy and Micha before the door swung open and the others came back in. Harry noted that Clayton was looking quite seriously pissed off at this point and he suspected he was going to have to do some explaining to his best friend when they got to Hogwarts.
“How’s that arm?” Callie asked, though she was looking to Romy, rather than Harry, for an answer.
“Fine,” Harry lied before Romy could say anything, he knew that she would never lie to her mother and that was understandable; he would never ask her to.
Callie’s eyes narrowed into a rather pointed expression. “Harry…”
“Honestly, it’s fine, nothing that some bruise salve won’t fix and I have some back at school,” Harry told her reassuringly, though she didn’t look entirely convinced.
“And how are you feeling?” Damon hedged.
“How do you think he’s feeling?” Micha snapped but Harry put a hand on his shoulder to stop him saying anything further. He loved how protective his fellow submissive was being over him, but he certainly didn’t want it to be at the expense of Micha’s still new relationship with Damon.
“I feel as if I’ve been punched in the stomach and stabbed in the heart if you really want to know,” he said honestly, “but there is nothing I can do about it. Even if I could go back and see Fenrir I don’t know if I would. I need some space from him for a while.”
“I think that is probably wise,” Jenson said calmly. He had seen the towering rage that the Alpha had been in when they left, and how he had taken some of it out on that log bench, so he really did think it best that Harry needed to get to Hogwarts now.
“We should probably get going,” Damon pointed out reluctantly. He didn’t want to be away from his son or Harry, nor Romy really for that matter, but he understood that there were good reasons that the pups needed to be there and they were already later than they had planned on being as it was.
Damon took his son to one side as the others got themselves ready, picking up their backpacks, not all of them would be going to Hogwarts with the pups so they started to say their goodbyes.
“Clayton, please make sure that Harry is okay,” Damon said, putting a hand on Clay’s shoulder and looking his son in the eye with a serious expression. “I know that you would have done even without me asking but… this fight between them… it’s going to be difficult with them being apart from one another.”
“Yeah, well he obviously really wants my help,” Clayton grumbled bitterly. He had been Harry’s best friend for years and now he was being pushed aside for Romy and Micha; he loved both of them of course, but he couldn’t help but resent that Harry had chosen them over him.
“He will need you to be there, Clayton,” Damon assured him. “I think he just needed people who might understand what he is going through. Micha and Romy have both suffered at the hands of dominant males and you haven’t,” he tried to explain and, to his credit, Clayton appeared to be seriously considering what he was saying. “And when it comes down to it, Clayton,” Damon went on, “you are still a dominant male too.”
“But I would never hurt Harry,” he exclaimed with a gasp of shock, glancing over his father’s shoulder where he could see his best friend still sitting with Micha and Romy, obviously reluctant to move.
“We all know that, which is why we are trusting you to take care of him while at school,” Damon told him firmly. “And why I am asking you to make sure he is okay.”
“Yes, fine,” Clayton said, nodding his agreement. “I will make sure the stubborn git is okay,” he said, with a teasing smile.
“Thank you, Clayton,” Damon said, rolling his eyes before pulling him into a tight hug, he was really going to miss his son. The weekend had gone too quickly and now it would be an entire month before they were all back in the territory together.

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