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A Different Destiny	By : SalazarRaphael Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fenrir Views: 29544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fenrir held her for three hours. No one could convince him to go to his children. The elves all stood, with bowed heads, around the bed while the wolves gathered behind the elves to witness the mistress of the pack’s lifeless body. Sadness poured from the room, but none so much as it did from Fenrir himself. The large, imposing man seemed small, and there were streaks down his face from his tears. “Come back to me,” he repeated over and over again as he held her. “Forever, you said. You said you would be mine forever. You can’t die,” he shook his head, “You just can’t, Hermione, my love.”

            “Come back to me,” his voice cracked and he let the tears pour fourth, soaking her face, hair and neck as he cried once more.

            “Fenrir, you need to tend to your children,” Nerthus said. “I’ll watch her body for you.”

            His lips quivered and the tears flowed even more strongly, “Why do I lose everything I love?” Nerthus felt her eyes water at his question. “Have I committed such atrocities that I…that I deserve to have the lives of those I love be taken? Hermione was innocent, and sweet and kind and wonderful and…if I hadn’t taken her…if I had let her be she’d be alive today.”

            “But you’d be alone.”

            “But she’d be alive!” He looked up at his sister, “If I hadn’t put my own desires, my own needs first, if I had seen that she could be happy without me…”

            “She couldn’t be happy without you, Fenrir,” Xander said. “You were her world.”

            “I was her death,” he caressed her cheek, “I caused this. I wanted more cubs.”

            “Master?” Ziggy spoke, looking at his master, “Master, I thinks I’s cans helps.”

            “How?”

            “She’s nots deads. I casts magics to puts her ins stasisis. She’s frozen, nots deads.”

            “Stasis?” Fenrir looked visibly confused, but Nerthus and the mediwitch seemed pleased.

            “Potions. We have potions we could give her to heal her body. We couldn’t before because, well, she was dying too quickly.”

            “If you can help her, help her,” Fenrir said. The two women ran from the room while Ziggy scowled at Fenrir. “What?”

            “Youse hasn’t holds your babies,” he said. “Missus wanted you to has them, and you is ignoring them. Missus not happy, Ziggy thinks.”

            Fenrir sighed, “Bring them in here.”

            “Is no place for babies. Youse goes to nursery to sees them. I’s stays here, I watches Missus.” Fenrir frowned at the elf’s orders, but obeyed. With a soft kiss on her lips he stood, forcing his gaze toward the nursery and not his wife’s body. The others stayed put, unsure of what to do.

            It was Artemis that he first picked up, her brown eyes exactly like Hermione’s. He picked up Pan and Nyx, “Your mother is a very strong woman,” he said to them. “I’m not as strong as her, no matter what anyone else says.”

            Soon enough they were ready to give Hermione the potions. Fenrir entered the bedroom with the three babies. Thor, Sunna, and Vili were kept away. He didn’t want them to see her like this. He watched as Hermione was fed the potions one at a time. Finally, once they had finished giving them to her, Ziggy removed the stasis spell and immediately the two women, keeping Hermione’s privates private out of respect, healed her abdomen. This was joined with a gasp as Hermione woke and Fenrir moved to the bed, “Hermione, my love,” he whispered.

            “The babies?”

            “Are right here,” he placed them on the bed before joining her and gently handing her Artemis, “How do you feel?”

            “Alive,” she said. “And…pretty good, I think.”

            Fenrir looked at everyone, who left immediately. The nanny houselves came to take the little ones to feed them and change them while Fenrir looked over Hermione, “I thought I’d lost you,” he said when they were alone.

            “I think you almost did,” she smiled weakly. He sat down and pulled her into his arms, “I love you, Fenrir.”

            “I love you too,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. She returned the kiss, holding him close, “I don’t ever want to lose you, Hermione,” he felt the tears coming again and he let them fall, suddenly feeling safe in her arms. Hermione held him as he cried, rubbing his back. “I’ve made a decision,” he suddenly said, sitting up, “no more cubs. 6 is plenty.”

            “I agree with that,” she kissed him again, “You won’t lose me, Fenrir.”

            “Ziggy saved your life,” he said. “I feel indebted to him,” he handed her Pan and sat with his back against the headboard.

            “I love you,” she said, her head resting on his shoulder. Their other three were brought in by Nerthus soon after. The five-year-olds sat on the bed, looking at the babies.

            Having nearly lost Hermione once, Fenrir was determined to never do so again. He kept her by his side as much as he could, and when they were able to make love again three months after the babies’ birth he was gentler than she could ever remember him being. Hermione spent as much time as she could with her children. Six perfect cubs was a cause for celebration in her eyes; Fenrir was so proud of his family. She was too. Vili was very smart; he had clearly received his mother’s hunger of knowledge and easy learning abilities. Sunna and Thor preferred to play outside and roughhouse; Thor reminded Hermione more of Fenrir than any of them.

            The next five years of their life went by easily, with no problems to speak of. Their little village was tucked away, and very safe; Hermione stretched and nuzzled her lover’s cheek. Fenrir groaned and she smiled, “Fen? Wake up baby.”

            “Don’t wanna,” he muttered.

            “Too bad, you have to,” she stroked him, “I have needs and we have a full moon tonight.”

            “I guess I can wake up for sex,” he mumbled.

            “Good man,” she lowered herself onto him and moaned, falling forward, “Shut up and kiss me, Fen.”

            “Yes ma’am,” he leaned up and kissed her, his tongue rubbing against hers as their hips moved in tandem.

            The couple finally separated to shower. Hermione enjoyed his embrace, “I love you.”

            “I love you too,” he whispered. “Never letting you go.”

            “Fenrir, it’s been five years. I’m fully recovered.”

            “But I almost lost you because of my selfishness.”

            “It was my selfishness,” she corrected, “I wanted them born.”

            “But…”

            “I made that decision, not you. And I’m sorry that I would have made you live with my decision for the rest of your life,” Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, “You won’t lose me, Fenrir. I promise.”

            “You’re sure?”

            “Positive,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss him, “now let’s finish this shower and go eat breakfast with our pups.”

~FIN~
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