Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

What Are You Worth?	By : kati Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 109051 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Four

Harry and his brothers emerged from the thick, cloying trees two days later. Harry, despite his knocked confidence, had never felt happier, nor closer, to his small pack than he did right then.

He was truly delighted with life and the huge world now laid before him as a rich feast on a magnificent table. They had not yet spied anyone else, but Paul, the only one to have visited the palace before, assured them that they would arrive in about three more days.

Paul was nearly mature now and so Harry hoped that he would find his mate at the palace too.

They came across the path that Paul was looking for, and the three youngest brothers were shocked. It was huge, grey, and stretched off into the distance in both directions. Harry could not see where it began or ended; it made him feel disorientated and nauseous, and for the first time since they had left the mansion he was not entirely happy about being in a new, scary place that he knew nothing about.

The path was very wide and seemed to be split into two sections by a cracked and faded white line running like stitches down the centre.

All around the routeway were lumpy hills and uniform fields of yellow rapeseed and golden wheat.

Richard queried, "Is this human-made, Paul?"

"Yes, I assume so. It leads right up to the palace and the surrounding settlement. It's made of extremely hard-wearing material." He stamped his foot upon the grey mass for emphasis. "I heard that Alpha Greyback is keen to open trade channels with the humans to get a hold of some of their more useful technologies, although they wouldn't ever supply weapons, of course," he added bitterly.

There was trouble in the south, Harry had read in the newspapers before they had left. Rebels who were unhappy with the current system of "we ignore humans, they ignore us" were raiding villages and murdering werewolves. Harry understood that they believed that werewolves were superior to humans and that the werewolves should have global control and power. They believed that humans should be herded together like cattle and then let loose in cordoned-off sections of land for werewolves to hunt and kill for amusement.

The leader, a werewolf called "Rafael", did not care how many innocent werewolves he had to kill in order to attract the attention of the Alpha and create panic and malcontent amongst the populace. Harry wondered if Rafael would challenge Alpha Greyback and shivered at the possibilities; he hoped that he would never have to live under the rule of such a madman.

Many good warriors were being killed in the combat that was taking place, and Harry knew that the humans' deadly weaponry would make a huge difference in squashing the building threat.

If the situation grew any more dire, the Alpha would have to send civilians to fight, and that meant his brothers would almost certainly be killed. They were all over twenty-one; they were eligible for death.

Harry forbade himself from thinking on the concerning matter further, and joined the throng of people all making their way along the path.

It seemed that the whole kingdom was converging upon the palace. Harry was pushed along by the current of people of all different colours and sizes. Some were dressed flamboyantly and others were practically in rags. The noise was deafening as horses' hooves clapped upon the hard surface and people shouted and laughed with each other.

Harry was extremely nervous; he had never even seen this many people before!

Harry started off between Paul and Caspian, with Richard following behind. All three dominants' eyes were darting about and carefully judging where they could push through.

Harry took in with wide eyes the rainbow of colours and the countless multitudes of smells all around him, pushing down upon him and propelling him forwards. He could smell meat cooking, the unpleasant scent of unwashed bodies, and the sweet smell of fresh meadow hay.

Harry was especially intrigued to see that there were other people that had the same fair skin as him. Harry had grown up in an area where everybody had dark hair, eyes and skin, including his father and brothers, although because of their mother's fair colouring his brothers were slightly different to the rest of the community, like Harry. However, they had always looked enough like their father and everyone else to be accepted; with Harry's green eyes, pale-as-parchment skin, and his influential and rich father's obvious dislike and disdain, he had never belonged.

He allowed himself to be pushed this way and that way by Caspian, occasionally being hoisted into the air over people lying on the path or various camping paraphernalia left tying by rich packs who could afford to replace such things, much to Harry's embarrassment and indignation (which he never considered voicing).

It annoyed him that others could handle him so effortlessly. He hated his tiny, bony, pale body. He was skinny and unattractive.

Paul led them to a tap at the side of the crowded path. There was a long queue but they had run out of water completely and were all sweating and dizzy.

As they waited, Richard watched intently for people who tried to skip. (He took great pleasure in making a spectacle of such skippers and forcing them to the back of the queue. Very loudly.) Harry wondered why there were so many people.

Exactly half the population were submissive, each werewolf destined for another, but many of them would have already found their mates, Harry reasoned. So what were all these people doing here? Roughly two million werewolves; one million submissives; five hundred thousand unmated? Wow! Harry couldn't imagine where they were all going to stay; perhaps a special camp outside the palace would be set up?

Harry cocked his head as Paul spoke, "Wow, I didn't realise it would be this busy! It looks like every unmated werewolf, submissive and dominant, is heading for the Ceremony."

"Well," Richard supplied, "it makes sense, doesn't it? Some wolves live for hundreds of years and never come across their mates. It stands to reason that anyone without a mate will want to take this opportunity to find theirs when all the unmated submissives are definitely going to be there."

Caspian nodded in agreement and they all shuffled forwards a little, nearing the tap.

"Of course, the unmated dominants will have to go with an unmated submissive relation if they want to be accommodated by the Alpha."

Paul threw his head back, his dark hair shining in free ripples, and laughed. "Yeah, that man doesn't take any shit from anyone!" Harry noted the cursing that was not permitted in front of submissives and decided that either they had forgotten his presence, or they were more relaxed around him now. Paul continued, "From the stories I've heard in the pub, he sounds like a really hard character. He claimed the role of Alpha almost ten years ago in battle against Alpha Stone: tore the guy to pieces! He was so young too, only twenty-four. You have to be pretty sick to kill another werewolf the way he did so young."

Richard argued, "He had to though! He used to be human and Stone was the one who killed his family and turned him. Stone spotted some potential for a powerful dominant under him and, disregarding the child's own feelings and happiness, seized what he wanted. Stone was born to two werewolves and didn't understand the pain and bitterness that he was instilling in the boy when he took him, and man, did that bitterness come back to haunt him! He trained the boy to be a ruthless killer, and kill ruthlessly he did. If you ask me, Stone was the sick one, not Greyback."

Harry remained silent, but was intrigued. Harry knew that he, himself, deserved all he got for the murder of his mother, and did not feel sorry for himself, but the Alpha sounded as if he had been put through hell for no reason. That wasn't fair.

Paul murmured, "He's a scary man, Alpha Greyback. When I travelled to the Palace two years ago to represent the Potter pack in the Games, I met him. Well," Paul screwed up his face, "I didn't meet him, exactly, but I was in the same room as him-"

Richard sniggered; Paul glared. "-and he is a cold, cold man. He's huge -- must be nearly seven feet -- and built like a tank. I looked tiny next to him! He had this weird grey hair and hardly ever spoke above a whisper. People listened though! He was competing too, not the fastest man on Earth -- how could he be with all that flesh?! -- but he thrashed everyone else in about everything except for the sprints. It'll be very interesting to see what his mate is like. You'd have to be pretty odd to be heaven's match for that man."

Harry's brow furrowed and he took a long look up and down Paul's body. Paul noticed the attention he was receiving, and it made him sweat to be scrutinised by the usually unobtrusive werewolf.

Paul's body: six feet or more and pure muscle. Harry was in disbelief. No way could anyone be so massive that they made Paul look tiny. Most dominants were all about the same height as each other; six feet to six and a half feet.

Harry was about five and a half feet, at best, and wished fiercely that he was taller like his brothers. He didn't know any other man, submissive or otherwise, as small as him and two or three of the female submissives in his year were taller than him as well. He felt like an ugly midget.

Paul coughed and addressed Harry, who was still eyeing him with an eyebrow raised (something that Paul hadn't ever known him to do), "So, Harry." Harry's eyes flicked to the ground as attention was drawn to him. "Are you looking forward to the Ceremony? Having a mate? You're bound to find them by the looks of it; everyone is going!"

Harry chewed his bottom lip and shook his bangs from his face as he looked up at Paul and responded with a tiny shrug.

Paul's eyes set authoritatively. "Harry, you should at least try to speak. James isn't here now and this time would be an ideal one to practice your oral skills before you meet your mate."

Richard burst into laughter and Paul flushed red when he realised just exactly what he had said. Harry did not understand and felt his gut clench when Richard laughed at him again.

Caspian frowned, not liking Richard's comment nor the idea of Harry with a dominant, male or female. He lifted his little brother's chin firmly and looked into Harry's hurt eyes. He felt his chest fill with affection for him and spoke softly, "Don't listen to them, Harry. They don't mean to be hurtful. Your speech will come with time and effort, not overnight, so don't worry about it, okay? You know, you are perfect the way you are." Harry's face lit up with a slow smile that began in his eyes and melted across the rest of his visage.

Caspian stored the image away in his memory, handling it carefully and reverently. He smiled back and patted his shoulder firmly before pulling him further forwards as the queue finally moved again.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

What Are You Worth?