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The Tribulation of the Blue Moon	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 80601 -:- Recommendations : 14 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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A/N: Warning for this chapter: Excessive mistreatment of prey animals. Canine knotting in human form.
Last Time
Harry smiled and stood up, turning to hold a hand out to Fenrir, who took it even though he didn’t need it, it was the thought behind the action that mattered and Fenrir liked knowing that Harry was getting so comfortable with him and was interacting with him as a lover and not as a mere pack alpha, they were bonding together as a breeding pair and Fenrir was determined to keep it that was as they took their place around the dead stag with their pack members and started eating with them.
Fenrir placed a hand over Harry’s sunken belly and imagined it being ripe with his pups. He grinned savagely and tore a hunk of meat out of the stag to hand to Harry, watching as he barely hesitated before tearing into it enthusiastically. His pack was near enough complete now, all they needed were pups for the pack. His pups.
Chapter Four – The Pups
Harry snarled as he lost the stag he was chasing as it made a hairpin turn that he had no hope of recreating when in human form, he doubted he could have kept up even if he had been in wolf form. He darted after it all the same though as his pack members blocked it off and herded it back to him so that he could make the kill. His first official kill within the pack.
Fenrir was teaching him how to hunt big game and Harry’s initial excitement was rapidly trailing off into frustration as he tightened his hold on the dagger in his hand. Fenrir’s own weapon that he had trustingly given to Harry for the hunt.
He and Fenrir had gotten closer after yet another month spent practically glued to the hip. They had indulged in fucking several times since the first and Harry was rapidly coming to love the feelings and sensations it awoke within him, especially now he knew what to expect, what would happen and it had gotten easier and less painful the more they indulged themselves.
They had absolutely no way of knowing if he was pregnant or not, they wouldn’t until he started showing according to Fenrir, but the beta males were most definitely treating him like he was already imminent with pups. Harry guessed that that was Fenrir’s doing, to stop the rough housing and wrestling as a precaution. He had noticed that they left more food for him though, more than he could eat by himself, but they still left the meat for him. It’s what had led him to ask for help in taking down large prey, he wanted to know how and he wanted to help feed his pack too and not just take from them like a parasite, he wanted to pull his weight and help out too.
Fenrir had agreed grudgingly, but the first week of his supposed hunting training was spent listening to his pack lecture him on what not to do and how to hunt without getting hurt. Even now Fenrir was behind him, dogging his steps and ready to jump in to protect him if need be, but Harry was going to make sure that it wasn’t necessary. He was going to do this right. He ignored Fenrir and the other pack mates as they herded the stag towards him and he tried to put into play exactly what they had told him to do as he lowered himself to the ground and waited tensely, before he sprung out at the deer and stabbed it in the neck as hard as he could, dragging the dagger down to slice through arteries, veins and flesh, dropping back down to the floor and off to the side to avoid being trampled and being gored by the huge antlers.
Harry followed after the now staggering deer, he had missed all major veins and arteries and he was angry and frustrated with himself as he slipped around the buck as it stumbled off in the opposite direction. Loren cut it off and chased it back towards Harry, who repeated his actions and stabbed the stag’s neck once again. It went to the floor dazed and screaming and Harry silenced it with the blade before proudly looking over his first ever big game kill. It had been messy, hard work and he was exhausted, but he had done it and he grinned proudly at his achievement.
Fenrir hit his shoulder and pulled him into a short embrace before slinging an arm around his neck possessively.
“You did well for your first hunt. Next time I expect you to down it in one blow, but for your first try, not bad.”
“Come off it alpha, Sidney still can’t take down game in one blow!” Nick pointed out. “At least it’s dead.”
“Harry is my alpha bitch, I expect him to do better than my lowest pack members.” Fenrir stated simply.
“He’s already doing that.” Bryan answered. “But we’ll get you up to standard Harry; kills with one blow come with practise and experience. The more you hunt, the more you’ll get used to it.”
Harry nodded and rested his weight more on Fenrir, as a show of submission to make him happy and partly due to the fact that the mad dash through the forest had taken a lot out of him.
Fenrir noticed and the arm around his neck slipped down to go around his waist and Fenrir took almost all of his weight as he ordered his beta males to skin and preserve the stag with the very last of their salt reserves as he helped Harry hobble back through the forest and back to their clearing.
“I was going to be shown how to preserve a kill.” Harry lamented half-heartedly.
“You will be shown, but that hunt went on for a while, much longer than normal, you need to rest now.”
Harry didn’t argue, it was a pointless endeavour, what Fenrir said stuck. His word was law within the pack, you didn’t go against the alpha unless you had a death wish and Harry didn’t, not anymore.
He wasn’t the little boy always rushing off to save everyone before thinking or waiting for backup, he wasn’t the young Gryffindor with the weight of expectation pressing over his shoulders; he wasn’t Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Not here, not now. He was just Harry, alpha bitch of his pack, breeding mate to the alpha male and his only expectation now was to carry his alpha’s pups, which he might already be doing. It was a much simpler, more peaceful life and he enjoyed it immensely.
Fenrir got him back to the clearing and Harry went to the meadow and laid himself down gently, he still remembered his punishment from when he had let himself fall down when he had felt dead on his feet and he was utterly exhausted. He just hadn’t thought before acting, but Fenrir had sorted that out very, very quickly. He didn’t think he had seen Fenrir so angry with him before.
Curling up around a bunch of wild bluebells, Harry yawned and let himself relax. It wasn’t about sleeping, it was about resting and Fenrir, who had climbed up to his favourite rock perch, didn’t really mind if Harry was sleeping or not, as long as he was lying quietly and resting, though more often than not Harry managed to slip into a light doze and have a short nap.
He enjoyed having someone to look after him immensely. He was done with looking after everyone else, including the entire wizarding world, full of adults expecting a clueless child to save them, he couldn’t do it, especially not now, he wasn’t a wizard, he was a werewolf and he had been out of school for a year and a half, what hope did he honestly have and for once in his damned life he was the one being looked after and he loved Fenrir for it.
Harry was broken from his thoughts by the arrival of the beta males and he watched them as they laughed and joked, they were so happy, so at ease and at peace. Why did anyone think that werewolves were so bad? Sure if they stumbled across humans while in wolf form they’d hunt and eat them, sometimes they’d even do it purposefully or change too close to humans and they’d hunt and kill them, but in the months that Harry had been here, they hadn’t once had a run in with humans or killed any, yet they were still well fed. Werewolves didn’t need to consume human flesh to curb their appetites or cravings; it was all lies from the mouths of bigots.
Harry lay quietly in the meadow, listening to the beta males all laughing and playing with one another, he rolled over slowly and carefully so Fenrir didn’t get angry with him and he dozed lightly several times, until finally Fenrir deemed he had had enough rest and came to get him and allowed him to sit on a fallen tree trunk and join in the conversations and jokes.
The pack was everything to him now, they ate together, they slept together, they spent the days together, they hunted together, they did everything together and the ten men around him had become the centre of his world, he couldn’t imagine his life without them now so deep had they dug into his person, into his heart and, if he were honest, he didn’t want to live his life without them anymore, it just wouldn’t be worth it.
“What you thinking about?” Fenrir grunted, yanking him into his cheek so that he could scent mark him. Fenrir did that a lot, at least several times daily.
“I was just thinking that my life wouldn’t be worth living without my pack.” Harry smiled, tilting his head back to look at Fenrir’s deep blue eyes.
“Oh how sweet!” Bryan teased. “We love you too bitch! Where would we be without our alpha bitch?”
Harry snorted. They knew he still hadn’t gotten used to being called a bitch, so they made sure to mention it excessively, he usually hit them for it, but today he was feeling lazy and didn’t want to move. Besides Fenrir was warm and though the deep snows of winter had all but gone, there was still a residual chill in the early spring air.
“You’d be stuck with a sexually frustrated alpha.” Harry teased right back. He had heard the horror stories of Fenrir beating his pack members bloody because the breeding season had come and the urge to breed a submissive and have pups had hit him and he had had no submissive to work that tension out with.
“We thank you for being sexually receptive to our alpha and spreading your legs for him.” Sidney grinned. “I’m thinking I can go a whole six months without having my nose broken or my jaw dislocated.”
Fenrir snorted. “With your track record of fucking me off, I wouldn’t hold onto that hope.”
The betas laughed and Harry huffed out a laugh as he cuddled in tighter to Fenrir’s bulk. He was still trying to get the man more used to hugs and cuddling, but more often than not, Fenrir would get up and leave, but at least now he wasn’t shoving him away, though that could have been the possibility that he was carrying his pups…actually, that was more than likely the entire reason Fenrir had stopped shoving him away, but Harry didn’t mind, because the times like now, where Fenrir would sit and let him cuddle quietly, were becoming more and more frequent.
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Draco Malfoy sat on his bed in the Slytherin dormitories and tracked his errant thoughts through the labyrinth of his mind. This year had been so different with the absence of Potter, Granger and all of the Weasleys. The whole of Gryffindor had mourned the loss of six of its students, joined by Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, though it was to his understanding that as soon as it had become publically known in October that Potter had become a werewolf and was the reason his two best friends and half of the Weasley family were dead that the Gryffindors had started an anti-werewolf petition that was submitted to the Ministry over the summer, nine months later it was now nearly impossible to be a werewolf in Britain and witches and wizards were attacking suspected werewolves on sight with no repercussions. It was complete madness, random people were being attacked for no reason other than they hadn’t been seen on the night of the full moon, or not even for that, some people had attacked neighbours they just didn’t like or people they didn’t get on with and accused them of being a werewolf to get away with the attack.
Draco was almost afraid to go home in four months’ time because he knew what awaited him. He looked at his bare left forearm, at the ugly tattoo that now branded his pale skin, sitting faint and vivid red for the moment. He hated it. If he had had any choice in the matter he would never have branded any part of his body in such a way, in any way really, but with the Dark Lord practically living in his home, he’d had no choice and in four months’ time, he would be leaving Hogwarts for good. He’d be considered a legal adult and he would be expected to join in on the full activities of the Death Eaters and he was terrified.
There was no other hope for him now, Dumbledore needed Potter to defeat the Dark Lord, everyone said so, even the Dark Lord himself, and Potter was still missing, a year and a half after he had been bitten and had savaged the Weasleys and Granger to death. No one could find him, not the Death Eaters, not Dumbledore and not the Ministry, if Potter wasn’t already dead, then he wasn’t going to come back willingly, so what other choice did he have if he wanted to stay alive?
His Mother had cried for days after he had been branded. He hated that she was so distraught over it, but what other choice did he have? The Dark Lord was living in their home with his Mother’s insane sister Bellatrix, they were always there and he felt like he was always being watched, he had to compartmentalise every aspect of himself. He had to censor his emotions and his thoughts, he had to censor what he said in his own home in case he was overheard, he wasn’t even safe when the Dark Lord left the manor, as rare as that was, because the terrifying snake he kept as a pet was always there, slithering around the house, curling up in odd places and listening, always listening, and relaying everything it heard back to its Master.
His only reprieve was school and that would be coming to an end in four short months. His entire education was going to be wasted, the exams were going to be pointless, all the hours he had put in to his studies so that he could start a career and rise to the top of his chosen profession over his life time were going to be rendered useless, because as soon as he finished his schooling, he was expected to become a full time Death Eater, no questions asked, it was expected of him and he cried endless, sleepless nights away silently into his pillow for his ruined plans and aspirations and an uncertain future. A future he didn’t even want.
Potter was still nowhere to be found, his Father had told him and Mother that the Death Eaters had looked everywhere, had tromped through every forest and small wood, and were trying to hunt him to no effect, Potter had always been lucky and Draco had thought that he himself was lucky, until Potter had been bitten and had run off, then his luck had changed, just as Potter’s had. It was uncanny.
Everyone was looking for Potter, the Ministry, Dumbledore and his Order and the Dark Lord with his Death Eaters, but none of them could find him, wherever Potter was, he was well hidden and had thus far avoided being caught and taken into custody and it had been a year and a half almost, very soon that would be two years, then five. Draco worried about how far the Dark Lord’s reach could have stretched in that amount of time and if the feeble Dumbledore could withstand his growing might, for the Dark Lord collected more and more followers each week, not all of them willing.
The Dark might was growing while the light seemed to be completely focused on finding Potter and not much else. If Potter was dead, then there was no hope and they were wasting valuable time and energy that wasn’t going to serve them sufficiently when the Dark Lord made his move. He didn’t want to be a puppet of the Dark Lord like all the other Death Eaters; disposable, replaceable, insignificant, these were all things he was to the Dark Lord, and all things he didn’t want to be, but he wanted to live and if Potter couldn’t be found, then there was no hope and he had no other choice.
He rolled his sleeve down over his forearm to cover the disgusting brand on his arm and he lay down on his bed, pulling the duvet up and over his body, he cleared his mind completely and built up his mental barriers as Severus Snape and his Father had taught him too.
He shoved his emotions deep into his mind and locked them away, they would not serve him well in this new, dark world and he couldn’t afford to show them. The Dark Lord would pick them to pieces and would undo him completely before destroying him if he showed any slight, perceived weakness. Draco closed his eyes, but sleep didn’t come to him until the very small hours of the morning, after he had locked the majority of himself and his mind away, deep inside. He had no other choice.
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April came and Harry was even more settled into the pack than he had ever thought possible. Now that the snows had vanished, Grant and Miles had gone several towns over to get provisions, just in case, they wanted to make absolutely sure that they didn’t endanger the pack, especially now that Harry was confirmed pregnant.
Fenrir’s prediction had been wrong for once, they did not find out about his pregnancy when he started showing, they found out after several mornings of sudden, sporadic and prolific vomiting, then Harry being completely ravenous afterwards and gorging himself on food as if nothing had happened.
The pack had been concerned at first but they had guessed correctly on the fifth day of this happening that it was actually morning sickness. He had started to show just three weeks later and Fenrir had not left his side since, Harry couldn’t even go for a walk through the trees without Fenrir following him. He didn’t mind too much, he had nothing to do away from his alpha and it was sort of nice to have someone care so much for him and the baby he carried to follow him everywhere, but sometimes he would like to be on his own, especially if he was trying to have a moment of privacy to attend to natures call, but after what had happened to Fenrir’s previous pups, he couldn’t really blame him for being so cautious.
Grant and Miles had not only gotten several industrial sacks of salt from the town they had visited, but they had thrown a black bag full of brand new clothes to him, including thick, soft jumpers, warm, fleecy blankets and a new pair of sturdy running trainers. Harry had hugged them tightly, tearfully and had refused to let go, even after Grant tried pushing him off gently, but it was hard to shove someone away when you were still holding onto them for fear that they would fall and lose your alpha’s baby.
“Don’t thank us! We were just following orders. Our alpha told us to get you new clothes and shoes, thank him.” Miles had burst out, visibly uncomfortable with Harry’s physical and emotional outburst of gratitude.
Harry had thanked him, several times, in a way that Fenrir definitely liked and appreciated and it seemed impossible, but Fenrir had started spending even more time with him after that.
Harry rubbed his belly lightly through one of his new jumpers, he had gained a bit of weight, but not nearly enough, probably why his baby was showing already, he was too thin to hide a baby for long.
“You alright?” Fenrir grunted, clocking his hand movement.
“Fine, I like the feeling of this jumper against my skin.” Harry said with a smile.
“Surprised you can feel fuck all through the layers of grime on you, when it starts warming up I’ll wash you myself.”
Harry laughed. “I can bathe myself.”
“I can see that.” Fenrir snorted, looking at Harry’s muddy, filthy hair and his grey tinged skin.
Harry’s smile widened. “I can’t bathe in frozen water, not only is it frozen, but it’s too cold.”
Fenrir nodded. “I know, I don’t want you to go anywhere near the water until it warms up a little.”
“I’d almost say you were concerned.” Harry teased and Fenrir grabbed a hold of him and pulled him onto his lap and hugged him tightly.
“I am concerned, I can’t have you freezing, I like you better this way, not as an ice statue.”
“Oh I bet you like me all sweaty and hot.” Harry said with a grin.
“Like you better on your back.” Fenrir whispered gruffly.
“I thought you liked me on my hands and knees best.”
Fenrir pulled a face and seemed to be warring with himself. He looked around to check where his beta males were and what they were doing before pressing his lips right up against Harry’s ear.
“I like watching your eyes.” He confided.
Harry grinned widely and laughed. “I’m surprised you can see them half the time, I spend most of our fucking squeezing them closed.”
“I like that too.” Fenrir grunted.
Harry kissed the corner of his mouth before getting up and stretching his legs. He walked around the rendezvous clearing, getting the feeling back into his legs and stretching out his muscles. Fenrir remained sitting right up until Harry broke the tree line of the clearing, going further into the forest, then he got up and followed him.
Harry meandered through the forest, Fenrir following him, keeping him in sight at all times. He touched a few trees, knowing which ones were scent posts from where he and Fenrir had marked them.
“Where are you going?” Fenrir demanded gruffly.
Harry turned and smiled secretly at him, before turning back with the next step and carried on. He led Fenrir through the forest to a little clearing not too far away, before sitting down on the mossy, leafy ground.
“Why are we here?” Fenrir grunted as he fell to his knees to sit over Harry’s lap, one huge leg on either side of his hips, as Harry had known he would.
Harry reached up and pulled Fenrir’s mouth to his own by his collar.
“We are here for some privacy, unless you’d rather go back to the rendezvous clearing and have all the beta males look at us and see my naked, pregnant body?”
Fenrir growled lowly at that and kissed Harry ferociously.
“They’re not allowed to see your body.” Fenrir grunted as they broke their kiss for air.
“I know, I don’t want them to see me, that’s why I brought us out here, so we can fuck in peace.”
Fenrir grinned at him. “I like the way you think.”
“Me too, now what do you say we lose the clothes and get to it before they come and bother us because they got bored and can’t decide what they want to do.”
Fenrir snorted and tugged his shirt off, stripped off his trousers and did the same for Harry, laying on him skin to skin and nuzzling the bulge in his belly. He did that a lot now too.
“It’s not going to go away if you come up here.” Harry said, though he was smiling as he did so.
“I just like that I’ve put this baby in your belly. That this is mine.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes it’s yours, but I like attention too and the baby doesn’t even know us yet.”
“Are you jealous of your own baby?”
“More like jealous of the attention my pregnant belly gets when I’m right here. We can give the baby all the attention she or he needs when they’re born.” Harry said firmly.
Fenrir chuckled deeply and dragged his body over Harry’s and up to his mouth where he took it in a passionate kiss that was more of a battle of moving mouths, small nips of teeth, wet tongues and grasping hands.
Harry wrapped himself tightly around Fenrir and arched under him, trying to touch as much skin to skin as he could, loving how sensitive his body had become, it felt like he could feel every single one of his hairs as Fenrir brushed against them and it heated his body to the point where he couldn’t even feel the slight chill in the air.
“Please.” He whined.
“We’ve barely started.” Fenrir grunted as he shifted away from where Harry was trying to push himself onto him.
“I don’t care, please!”
Fenrir looked at him consideringly before brushing his rough thumb over Harry’s nipple and watching as Harry reacted like he had just thrust against his prostate. He grinned and repeated his actions and watched as Harry threw his head to the side and lifted his hips to draw attention to them.
He played with Harry’s nipples, stroked soft skin and paid particular attention to the soft, pink skin of Harry’s inner thighs, one of the cleanest parts of his grubby body, which quivered and shook under his hands.
“Please!” Harry begged shamelessly.
“You’ve become so sensitive and responsive.”
“Don’t care, just fuck me already!” Harry demanded.
“So impatient.” Fenrir rumbled deeply. “I like this.”
“Please Fenrir, please, please just fuck me, I can’t think straight.”
“I don’t know, you seem to be able to string a sentence together pretty well to me.”
Harry whimpered as Fenrir stroked his inside thighs more before leaning up and sucking one of his nipples into his mouth.
“Please. Please. Fuck it I want you now!” He demanded furiously as he tried to manhandle Fenrir into giving him what he wanted, which amused Fenrir enough to make him give a rare laugh.
“Stop laughing!” Harry complained. “I want sex.”
“Who am I to deny my pregnant mate?” Fenrir growled as he pressed their bodies together tightly and took Harry’s lips into a searing kiss, another battle of teeth, tongue and hair pulling.
Usually it was him that was so impatient to get the preparations done with, but today, he felt like he could prepare Harry for hours and it was Harry who was begging for the preparations to be over with already. Things were turning out very strange and topsy turvy today, everything was almost reversed.
“Stop it!” Harry growled as Fenrir slid another finger slowly into his body. “Give me what I want!”
“I will…when I’m done with the preparations of your tight body.”
Harry snarled and tried to move, but Fenrir pinned him down easily and slid another finger into him and the fight went out of Harry’s body all at once and he fell boneless to the leafy ground and whined, kicking his legs restlessly.
Chuckling darkly, Fenrir spread his fingers and stretched Harry gently, his blood inflaming as he looked to the belly that held his pups, Harry was still too small, but he was gaining small amounts of weight the longer he was with them and really, four months wasn’t all that long and he couldn’t realistically expect over a year of starvation and isolation to be reversed in just four months, but he was going to try everything he could to speed up the process as much as possible.
When he believed that he had denied Harry more than enough and his mate was writhing and wailing on the ground, he lined himself up and pushed into Harry carefully.
“Bout time.” Harry glared at him and Fenrir gave him a grin back.
“I can’t help that I like watching you roll and writhe on my fingers, it’s delicious.” Fenrir growled gruffly and nibbled along Harry’s throat and chin.
“Move. Please! Please fuck me.”
“Whatever you want.” Fenrir answered happily, pulling himself out of Harry before sliding back in slowly.
“Stop it!” Harry growled.
“Stop?” Fenrir questioned, pulling out and holding himself just outside of Harry’s body, the tip of himself just pressing against the entrance to Harry’s body.
“No!” Harry screamed. “Stop teasing me!”
“I think pregnancy suits you, you’re such a demanding fuck, the other bitches I took mostly went docile when pregnant, seemed to think I’d get angry and do something to the pups, as if I ever would harm what’s mine.”
“Don’t you dare mention them when you’re with me!” Harry snarled, his green eyes glinting with anger. “You’re mine!”
Now Fenrir chuckled deeply and he bent down to kiss Harry deeply. When air became short, they broke apart panting.
“I think I like you when you’re pregnant, I like being yours, because you and everything you are is mine. We should be equal, a true alpha pair.”
“It’s not because I’m pregnant.” Harry admitted, still breathless.
“Ah, so you have gotten so comfortable with me that you are actually saying what you feel. Even better.”
Fenrir pushed back into Harry before he could answer and finally gave his mate what he wanted and set up short, quick, rough strokes and he actually let Harry’s hands go, holding instead around his upper rib cage, near his armpits as Harry’s arms immediately jumped around his neck and his legs slipped around his waist and he held on tightly as he screamed for him.
Losing his earlier patience and his orgasm rapidly approaching, Fenrir changed his thrusts to deep, hard and as fast as he could manage while pushing the whole of himself into Harry. He shifted his angle several times, getting frustrated and angry until Harry slipped one leg higher up his back and suddenly his screams could probably be heard all over the forest and Fenrir grinned against the dirty skin of Harry’s neck.
He couldn’t hit Harry’s prostate dead on with every thrust, the boy was squirming around too much, but he caught it enough to bring Harry’s orgasm on suddenly and powerfully and he watched possessively as Harry’s back arched beautifully as he threw his head back into the leaves, his throat and pregnant belly exposed to him as his arms and legs tightened almost painfully around him.
Fenrir lost himself only moments later, when Harry’s body collapsed to the ground and just laid there like he had fallen unconscious and he filled Harry’s hot body with his seed that had already caught inside of him as he swelled impossibly tight within Harry’s body.
He laid a hand on his pups in Harry’s belly and tried to feel them, but either they weren’t moving or it was too soon to feel them. He couldn’t wait until they were born. This time, he would try his absolute hardest to keep them alive. He was older and more experienced now, he knew what he needed to do this time, these pups would survive.
Fenrir waited until his swelling had gone down and he had softened enough to slip free of Harry’s body before he dressed himself and Harry carefully before picking his boneless submissive up and carrying him back to his rendezvous clearing where his beta males should still be. They were still there and they had that look on their faces that told him immediately that they had heard almost everything.
“Wipe those looks from your faces.” He said gruffly, his voice deeper than it usually was.
The carefully controlled looks they wore that didn’t fool him at all slipped into knowing grins and he snorted.
“We could hear his pleasured screaming from here; you must have done a number on him.” Loren chuckled.
Fenrir snorted again as he put Harry down into the long, plush grass of the meadow and started grooming him, plucking the twigs, leaves and clumps of earth and moss from his hair from where he had been rubbing it against the filthy ground.
“He really needs a bath now alpha. We’re not the cleanliest of men, never have been, but none of us stink half as bad as him.”
“We’re not that filthy either.” Scott added. “At least I can see my own skin colour.”
“When the water warms up, then he can bathe.”
“And poison our water supply? Wouldn’t it be better to bring the water here, heat it on a fire and wash him in that?” Nick asked.
“It’s a river you idiot, and fast flowing, any grime will be washed away down the river. I’ve told you a hundred times, you can’t drink from stagnant water. If I find out you’re drinking from stagnant pools again I’ll make you sit in it for a week and you see how clean you come out afterwards.” Fenrir grumbled.
“He smells like he’s been bathing in a festering, stagnant mud pool.” Stacey said, pointing to Harry.
“Enough, if he wants a bath later, then we’ll do as you suggest, but I doubt he cares that much.”
“I care; I want to be able to breathe the fresh air again.”
“You want fresh air? Go and check on all the edges of the territory then and make sure the wolves in the North West are staying away from our territory.”
Grant whined and groused and almost pouted as he stood up and brushed himself down.
“Stacey, Sidney. Go with him.” Fenrir ordered.
“Why me alpha?” Sidney complained. “I didn’t say nothing!”
“Because I’m in a bad mood and the sight of you always makes my moods worse!” Fenrir growled.
The three beta males jogged off quickly after that, leaving the others to think that they were sitting with a ticking time bomb and cursing the three that had escaped, even if they were doing the hard, gruelling job of checking all of the boundaries. Their alpha however didn’t do anything to them, he didn’t even look at them and they soon relaxed and started talking and playing with a very well-worn pack of cards.
Their alpha bitch woke up quickly and when their alpha tried to keep him lying down he just laughed and pushed him away. They expected punishment, shouting, though not hitting, not while their alpha bitch was carrying their alpha’s pups for the pack, but Fenrir just let Harry go and followed him silently.
They shared looks but stopped when Harry approached them and sat down carefully, Jonas raised a hand to help him automatically and their alpha sat down behind him, holding him close and sniffing around his neck and hair. How he did it without coughing, sneezing or choking was beyond him.
Harry didn’t want to join in their game, but he watched them avidly and Jonas suspected that he didn’t know how to play, so he made sure to whisper into Harry’s ear, loud enough for their alpha to hear just in case he thought it was lewd, sex talk, but not loud enough for the others to hear him properly, about the rules of the game and how to play, getting Harry to ‘help’ him and when Fenrir joined in helping him teach Harry using his hand of cards, Jonas grinned, no one beat their alpha at this game unless they had a fluke hand. No one.
Between them they got Harry playing and enjoying himself as he laughed lightly and Jonas marvelled at how far the young boy had come. He had come to them skittish and terrified, afraid to speak, afraid to look at them, afraid to even move, but now, four months later he was laughing and joking as if he had been born into their pack and it made him smile.
He liked that Harry was at ease with them, that he had become a part of their pack, most outsiders that were lucky enough to be invited into a pack stayed outsiders and never fully integrated into the pack, it was even harder to integrate an outsider into a larger pack, with so many wolves around, it was very, very easy to skip over the odd one that actively tried to stay in the shadows and not gain the attention of any other pack wolves, but even in smaller packs some wolves never felt entirely comfortable with their new pack.
He was pleased and so happy that Harry had truly become one of them, they needed new blood in the pack, he’d heard every story each pack member had stashed away in their minds several times over, perhaps Harry had some new ones to tell them that he couldn’t recite word for word.
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Nymphadora Tonks was slowly reaching the end of her tether, with work and her home life. No one could find Harry and more and more time was passing. It was now May and the snows of winter had vanished and a weak sunlight had spread over Britain, though the majority of their weather was dictated by heavy winds and even heavier rain.
She was fed up of spending every moment of her working time looking for Harry and Greyback for the Ministry and every moment of her free time looking for Harry for the Order and trying to get it through Remus’ head that he wasn’t to blame for any of this.
No one would have ever thought that a human bite on the day of the full moon would change someone into a werewolf, every expert and every book said that a werewolf was only contagious in wolf form, which was only on the night of the full moon; it said nothing about them being contagious on the day of the full moon too, while they were still in human form. Remus was not to blame for what happened, if anything Harry was to blame for provoking him on the day of the full moon, but the one time she had said this out loud Remus had almost torn her head off and wouldn’t speak to her for a week. She hadn’t blamed Harry out loud again since, but that didn’t stop her from blaming him in her own mind.
Trying to get Remus to see sense was one of her top priorities, but it was difficult as he was so used to blaming himself for everything that if something like this happened then he automatically blamed himself instead of where the blame truly lied, which she believed was with Harry for provoking him.
She opened the door to Grimmauld Place and she hoped that Sirius had gone to search for Harry, leaving Remus alone, but the chances that Sirius had gone and Remus hadn’t were very slim and she had to watch what she said around Sirius more than anyone else, he was always so volatile and very quick to anger and anyone who said something against Harry was met with the working end of his wand, even more so now that Harry was missing.
Remus was alone in the kitchen when she found him and she thanked her luck as she slipped into a chair beside him, touching his shoulder.
“Tonks, I didn’t hear you come in.” He said startled.
“Where is Sirius?” She asked.
“He’s upstairs trying to get some sleep. We’re going searching tonight.”
“You should be sleeping too.” She said softly.
“I can’t sleep, not while he’s still out there. He’s too young to be out in the forests on his own.”
Tonks bit her tongue and said nothing. Harry had made the choice to run, he had been old enough to make that decision and he was still alive a year and a half later. He had obviously been taken in by a wolf pack now too, he hadn’t moved in months and they were wary of heading any further into the wolf pack’s territory, because if they were werewolves, they would be incredibly unfriendly and if they were real wolves, they’d attack them, especially if they had pups. They didn’t know if the pack Harry was with had pups, but the real wolves did and they were very, very unfriendly and temperamental at the moment and they couldn’t risk going between the two territories any more for fear of being attacked.
Their only option if they wanted to get Harry back was to either go all the way around the edge of the huge forest to reach the other side of the wolves territory and hope that they were closer to the tree line there or head straight through the territory until they met the actual wolves and hope that Harry was with them to prevent an attack if he could.
Moody did not like that second option and she didn’t much like it either, so after the debate of how long it would take to track the ends of the forest and then work their way back to the end of the wolves territory, they started the long, arduous hike around the forest.
It was gruelling and they were worried about losing Harry’s magical signature for their tracking spells, so as soon as they lost his signature on the spells, they had to double back just to make sure he was still in the area and hadn’t moved while they had been trekking through the forest, so it took twice as long as it should have, which didn’t make her feel any better about the situation.
Yet when they arrived they had been in the same dilemma. They didn’t want to stomp through the claimed territory, but the wolves were no closer to this end of the line of their territory than they had been on the other side of the forest, but they were safe on this side from the real wolf pack at least.
“I just want to find him and tell him how sorry I am.” Remus interrupted her thoughts.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty. It wasn’t your fault Remus.” She insisted for what felt like the thousandth time, but once again, like all the other times, it fell on deaf ears.
“I fail to see how it wasn’t my fault.” He told her stiffly. “I bit him Nypha…”
“It’s Tonks!” She told him for the hundredth time.
“I don’t care!” He yelled at her. “I just want to find Harry so that I can make sure he’s alright!”
It was silent in the kitchen, she didn’t know what to say or do, she hadn’t meant to upset Remus or make him angry with her, but it was so difficult to tell what would set him off or what would upset him and once again she had lost out to Potter, who wasn’t even here. Remus wouldn’t even call her by the name she wanted him to, everything was always about Harry, about finding him, endless, useless wondering about how he was or even what he looked like now. It was infuriating.
“What’s going on?” Sirius asked breathlessly as he rushed down the stairs into the basement kitchen, wand out and in hand ready to be on the offensice, just in case. “I could hear you shouting from the top floor.”
“She’s trying to tell me it wasn’t my fault again.” Remus said moodily, breathing out harshly.
“Leave him alone Tonks.” Sirius told her sternly. “He’s had it in the neck all today and he hasn’t been able to sleep, just leave him alone.”
Tonks snapped her mouth shut, but she wasn’t happy.
“Have you found anything else out about Harry?” Sirius asked hopefully.
“That’s all I’ve heard all day!” She told him angrily. “Can we go an hour without mentioning him?!”
“We’re trying to find him!” Remus burst out angrily.
“Every single day for a year and a half has been dedicated to him, I’m sick of it!”
“We need to find him and bring him back safely!” Sirius shouted.
“Says who?! He doesn’t want to come back!”
“He’s just scared of not being accepted, we need to show him that we still care, that we still love him!”
Tonks said nothing, she couldn’t make them see objectively, they were buried too far into their emotions and thoughts on the matter, they couldn’t detach themselves from that where she could. She could see that it was Harry’s fault for provoking Remus and for running away in the first place, but they couldn’t. This was Harry’s fault and when he came back and settled down, she was going to tell him so and make him see that everything was all his fault.
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Harry was getting increasingly bad tempered as the summer approached and he let his pack mates know it too as he growled, snarled, smacked and even punched them. Fenrir seemed incredibly proud of this behaviour and did nothing to stop him as he lashed out at the beta males, even sometimes at Fenrir, who ignored him, but Harry was always apologetic after he had cooled down a few hours later and made up with his packmates and his lover, so they tolerated his behaviour too.
Fenrir had told him he could give birth in merely a month from now and he wasn’t happy. He had gained a lot of weight and he looked so much healthier, more like his old self, but the pressure it put on his slim, narrow hips was painful.
He could feel his baby moving inside of him, could almost see them at times as the baby pressed or kicked against his skin, his belly was still small, but what had grown was now stretch marked badly as it had grown too quickly in too short a time.
He traced the marks gently with his fingertips and frowned, but he was stopped by Fenrir, who caught his hand, bent down and licked every single mark, making him squirm and giggle lightly. Harry hadn’t seen him come back; Fenrir didn’t like him being self-conscious about his stretch marks.
“Stop that, it tickles.” He complained, trying to prevent himself from giggling further.
“I don’t mind seeing the marks of my pup’s growth on your body. Stop frowning at them.”
“I can’t help it; I need to get some more weight to keep the number of marks down. I need to eat more.”
“I got this for you.” Fenrir said quietly as he dumped a skinned and boned rabbit onto his lap.
Harry looked at the rabbit then to Fenrir. He couldn’t help but feel that this was Fenrir’s way of giving him a gift and he grinned and gave Fenrir’s stubbled cheek a kiss before tearing into the rabbit in relish. Out of all his small, meagre meals in his first year on his own, rabbit had been his favourite.
He knew Fenrir was watching him, but he kept his attention on the rabbit, if Fenrir wanted to do something nice, he wouldn’t make him regret it or make him feel any more uncomfortable about it.
There were a few small bones left, so he took care while eating, but he ravished the meat and organs with pure delight and when he was done, he lay back and sighed happily, contently.
“Do you feel better?” Fenrir grunted, throwing the remains away from where they were sitting.
“Yes. Thank you for that.”
“Rabbits are coming out again, thought you might like one to snack on.”
“I’m just glad that I’ve got to the point where I can handle snacks as well as three meals daily. Its taken six months, but I’m getting there slowly.”
“I’m glad to see you gaining weight, but you need to start finding a den soon. You need a birthing den.”
“Okay, I was thinking near the clearing a few minutes away. It’s dry enough, covered enough and there’s a hollowed out tree that will keep me warm and our pup safe.”
“You won’t be staying there for long. We just need a place we can hide you and the pups for a little while that isn’t at our main den.”
“Will you be with me?” Harry asked.
“Of course, I’ll be camping out near your den for your protection.”
“I don’t mean for that, I don’t like being lonely after so long on my own and I doubt newborns can hold much of a conversation.”
Fenrir chuckled deeply and slung an arm around him. “Suppose I could be roped into a conversation or two. Just don’t talk endlessly, it’s annoying.”
“Have I ever talked endlessly?” Harry demanded.
“No, thank fuck, but some of those idiots over there do.”
“I’m not like them.”
Fenrir said nothing but he held Harry closer to his chest, one hand almost subconsciously falling to his belly to hold it. Fenrir liked doing that.
“Alpha, permission to go hunting?” Jonas asked respectfully, averting his gaze to the side, away from the both of them.
“Permission granted, take down as much as you can before sun down, then come back.”
Jonas grinned and ran off to gather up the other betas. Hunting was one of the main ways they staved off boredom, but their cache could only hold so much preserved food, so they had to keep a balance between not over killing their prey sources, but gathering enough of what they needed and at the moment they were making sure their cache was full to bursting with salted deer. Rabbits weren’t worth keeping, but it made a nice change for a snack, as did the trout Fenrir had taught him to catch in the river the other week, that had been a very fun afternoon, but Harry had not liked the impromptu bath Fenrir had tried to give him and had fought him off.
There were still smears of mud and dirt over him, but his hands, arms and feet were clean from fishing, his cheeks and neck were clean from Fenrir, only part of his legs and forehead remained, as well as his hair. He didn’t want to be here on the day Fenrir uncovered the lightning bolt scar, he had found out that all of his pack members were wizards, some even still had their wands, like Harry did, Muggles very rarely survived a bite, there was a very small chance that they hadn’t heard of Harry Potter, he dreamed almost every night that they wouldn’t care, that they had come to like him as a pack mate regardless of who he was in a former life, that it wouldn’t make a difference to them, but he also knew that it could go the other way and they could even try to kill him for his lies and for who he was, at best they would outcast him and he couldn’t go back to living on his own again, not now, not after he knew what it was to be in a pack. He knew he’d die within weeks and now his thoughts went to his baby. Would Fenrir keep him here just to get the baby before killing him or casting him out of the pack, would he even want the baby anymore? He didn’t know, so therefore, he wouldn’t tell and would make sure his pack mates didn’t find out. It was all he could do.
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June brought a lot of drama for Harry as the sunny days were halved equally with heavy rain and though he had hidden from much of the heavy, continuous rain of the spring, he was so antsy now with his belly the size of a barrel that he couldn’t sit still.
“At least your hair is getting a wash.” Grant grumbled. “We’re not the cleanliest of people, but fuck me you’re definitely the worst; I’ve never smelt anything half as rotten as you.”
Harry bent down as quickly and carefully as he could and threw a rock at him, snarling and started back to pacing; ignoring that Grant had easily caught the rock thrown at him. It was the thought behind the action that counted and Harry had made his bad feelings perfectly clear.
Today was one of the very rare days that Fenrir had left him alone with the majority of the pack, he, Jonas and Stacey had gone to a nearby town for provisions, leaving Harry in charge of and terrorising the remaining pack members as he paced restlessly.
“Come and sit down.” Bryan urged him. “You’ll wear yourself out if you carry on.”
“I don’t want to sit down!” Harry snarled as he paced from the edge of the sodden meadow, across the clearing and right to the tree line, before turning back and repeating his line of pacing.
“Do you want something to eat?”
“No.”
“Fenrir will be fine Harry; he’ll be back by sun down tomorrow.”
Harry snarled. “I need him here now!”
“Why?” Miles asked curiously. “Surely we aren’t that bad for company, or do you want sex? I don’t mind filling in for our alpha if that’s what you need.”
Grant punched him hard and turned to Harry. “Don’t listen to Miles, no one is going to take the alpha’s place, he’ll be back soon.”
“I need him now!” Harry shouted.
“Why?” Bryan asked.
“I think the pup’s coming.” He admitted as a pain seared through his back yet again.
He would have laughed at the wide-eyed silence that got him as he paced another tight line across the clearing and growled under his breath, hands pressing hard against his groin, right under his baby belly.
“The alpha is the only one who has ever dealt with birthing pups before.” Nick said in a sort of soft horror.
“I know, that’s why I need him!” Harry snapped.
“I…okay, we can deal with this.” Grant said as he stood and tried to approach Harry, only to be snarled at and had Harry swiping at him as if he had claws like his wolf counterpart.
“Do you need to go to your den?” Bryan asked worriedly. “You’d be less exposed there.”
Harry reached the sodden meadow and fell into the soaked long grass, curling up around his favourite patch of bluebell and breathing through the pain in his abdomen and back which was steadily increasing and getting worse.
“Harry, please, you need to go to your den.” Grant almost begged. “We can protect you better there.”
Now that he was lying down and not continually moving, Harry didn’t think he could get up again, let alone make the journey to his den and the meadow seemed a good a place as any to birth his baby.
He shook his head and huddled up further as Bryan carefully picked his way closer to him and hunched down at his shoulder, laying a hand on him and rubbing his aching, throbbing back to help ease a bit of his discomfort. It didn’t work.
“Can I move you Harry?”
Harry shook his head. “Can’t move.” He said through clenched teeth. “Pup’s coming now, need a knife.”
Bryan handed him his own knife and Harry took it and clenched the worn handle in his hands tightly. Fenrir had told him that he had to slit his own belly open to get the baby out, that he had to take care not to go too deep so that he didn’t risk catching the baby and killing it, but deep enough to actually go through muscle, fat and the membrane of skin that held the baby safe inside him.
“Can’t you hold on?” Sidney asked. “Just until the alpha’s back.”
Harry gave him the poisonous look that the comment deserved.
“Of course he fucking can’t Sid, what a stupid question!” Loren burst out. “If the pup’s coming, it’s coming, there’s no stopping it.”
“It’s more dangerous to hold the baby off, if the pup wants out, then it’s time to get it out quickly.” Grant explained more nicely. “Anything could happen to the pup if the birth is held off.”
“I’m scared.” Harry admitted bitterly as his hand went mottled white over the knife handle, he tried to hold it still, but it quivered as his entire body shook through fear and nerves.
The seven beta males all rushed to sooth him, talking over one another, their soothing comments washing out over everyone else’s as they tried to comfort him a little.
“Shut up!” Grant yelled. “It’s going to be alright Harry.” He said softly in the ensuing silence. “I’m sure the alpha has told you everything that needs to be done to get the pup out.”
Harry nodded. “But he said that he’d be here to help, to make my hand steady and to help me if something goes wrong. I can’t do this by myself. I can’t do this without him!”
“You’re going to have to Harry. He’s a whole day’s full out run away from here, we could send two members to run after him, but he still won’t get here in time and it’s less protection for you.”
Harry nodded and pulled himself up using Bryan’s arm and shoulder. He handed the knife back to the pale man and shook his head.
“I don’t think I can do it myself.” He said through gritted teeth. “My hand is shaking too much; I’ll do more damage or kill the pup like this.”
Which really was an understatement as it wasn’t just his hand; it was his entire body that was shaking like a leaf in a blustery wind.
“I can’t do it!” Bryan complained, recoiling in horror. “If anything happens to this pup then I’ll be the one that’s blamed and I don’t fancy being strung up from a tree by my neck to suffocate slowly.”
“Just do it!” Harry screamed, his voice cracking in pain as he held under his bump, trying to pressure out the pain. It wasn’t working.
“Get out of the fucking way!” Loren demanded as he took Harry’s body into his own arms, pulling him right up against his chest and groin and snatched Bryan’s knife.
“You can’t do it!” Scott denied furiously.
“I’m the only one willing to do it!” Loren snapped back. “I’d rather die having tried to get my alpha’s pup out than to tell him when he comes back that we left his pup and mate to die in agony because we were too fucking scared to try!”
Loren took off his own worn, cracked leather belt and folded it over.
“Take this between your teeth, don’t be afraid to bite down on it if it gets too much, we don’t have any pain relief out here, one of the many things I miss when these fuckers give me a throbbing headache.”
Harry unclenched his jaw enough for the thick belt to go between his teeth to protect his tongue as much as to bite on to relieve pain before clenching his teeth down. It did surprisingly help in a small way as he focused more on biting down, on the feel of the leather in his mouth than the agonising pain in his lower body and back.
Loren stripped his shirt off and almost tore the button from his trousers as he exposed the belly fully. Harry didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed as half his pubic region was exposed to the beta males.
“You three, we need water and a fucking lot of it. Get any bowls and buckets we have and boil it quickly so that it has time to cool. Scott, get a fire going.”
“It’ll attract attention!” Bryan hissed.
“It doesn’t matter, the pup needs warm water and Harry will need clean, boiled water to keep away any infection. Find me the suture kit that we picked up too!”
“There have been humans tromping around our territory!” Grant said. “Lighting a fire will draw their attention to us! They’re either Ministry workers or werewolf hunters to be snooping around this deep into the forest!”
“Or they’re fucking deer hunters and pose no threat to us!” Loren snapped.
“They’ll still have guns!”
“We’re in human form! Muggles won’t shoot us on sight, they’ll hesitate!”
“It’s still a bad idea…”
“We need the boiled water or do you want to explain to our alpha what happened when Harry and the pup get an infection?!”
Grant blew out a lungful of air loudly and turned and stomped off to help Scott build a fire.
“Why did Fenrir leave so close to my birthing date?” Harry whined.
“He went to get blankets and bottles for the pup. We don’t have any females to play wet nurse, it’s a thirty-seventy chance that a male submissive wolf will grow in enough mammary tissues to breastfeed the pups, you’re one of the seventy percent that hasn’t, so we need bottles and that powder stuff to feed the baby on until we can wean them.” Bryan explained patiently.
Harry nodded his understanding and wondered why he hadn’t begged Fenrir to stay and send someone else, though he knew Fenrir was picky about certain things. It seemed that anything to do with the pup was something he would be picky about.
Grant and Scott were piling some of the few dried branches of the surrounding trees into a pyre they had lined with large stones and rocks, they had a handful of dried straw, a sack of it was stolen from a farm twenty miles away, to use as kindling.
Thankfully they had a stash of matches in their shallow cave and it took a few attempts and a lot of cursing for the wizards in them to get the hang of striking the matches against the sand board to get a flame, but they managed in the end and soon the fire was blazing, Harry could feel the heat all the way from where he was sat, thankful that the rain had stopped, though he was still soaked to the bone.
Sidney, Miles and Nick were getting in bowls of water and Bryan had found a huge, metal bowl that he, Scott and Grant were erecting over the fire as the other three tipped their bowls and buckets of river water into the large bowl to heat it through.
Loren worked on trying to relax Harry, trying to stop him from tensing up as the other pack members went about their tasks, repositioning him gently so that he had better access and manoeuvrability without any of Harry’s body parts getting in his way, but as he moved Harry’s head to tuck into his neck, pressing his chin into the top of Harry’s head, that was when Harry knew the time had come and he whimpered softly and held onto Loren’s thick, muscled legs tightly, he was still scared.
“It’s okay sweet one, bite on the belt and let me do this, I’ll be as quick and careful as possible and I promise it’ll be over real soon.”
Harry had never felt so grateful towards Loren before, but suddenly, everything went horribly wrong as the beta males, only three of them in the clearing with him at the moment, all stiffened and snarled, Harry was confused, but he didn’t stay that way for long as he picked his head up from where it was tucked under Loren’s chin and was hit in the side of the head with something and his body cut off from everything as he fell deeply unconscious.
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A/N: This seemed like a good a place as any to finish on. I hope you enjoy it.
Someone’s Ghost: The wolf bonding is sharing food and spending a lot of time together; those are the rituals that Fenrir was referring to. They needed to spend enough time together to be comfortable before the urge to have sex happened, or Fenrir would have mated with Harry and Harry wouldn’t have been comfortable enough to then stay and he would have left the wolf pack, which would mean that Fenrir would then lose his pups through impatience.
Mercurial Mermaid: Yes, I know there are no real wolves in Britain anymore, we don’t have any large predators in the wild any more, biggest I believe are foxes, but J. K. Rowling explained that two werewolves who meet and mate on the full moon, have full wolf cubs with no human form, which will then grow into adult wolves and breed more wild wolves with other cubs of werewolves. So I’m explaining that away as Harry Potter AU dynamics.
RavensSinger: It is unlikely that the Dursleys will focus in this fic, it’s going to be too short and Fenrir would probably just go and maul them to death and make himself sick on their flesh if Harry told him, but I think the distress, pain, hunger and isolation Harry felt in that year on his own would have trumped anything the Dursleys had ever done to him, so they’re the furthest from Harry’s mind at the moment.
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