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ALL MINE!	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 32195 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter & Co. nor do I profit from them.
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Harry walked into his room and saw Remus sitting on the couch. His brows furrowed, something’s not right. But he could not figure out exactly what it was wrong. Remus looked up the minute door closed and when he realized that Harry was in the room.
Harry dropped his pack beside the door. “Hey, pop,” he greeted, walking over to Remus plopping down beside him and rest his head on Remus’ chest. Harry never got tired of referring to Remus as his father; he also loved the way the other man’s face lit up with joy. It does not negate James Potter being his father, but he does not know James the way he knows Remus.
“Hey, Cub, how was your day?” Remus wrapped his arm around Harry’s shoulder pulling him closer.
“It’s Hogwarts,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Nothing new,” Harry lifted his head and looked at his dad’s face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know; you don’t look so good,” Harry answered.
Remus lifted a hand and brushed a lock of Harry’s hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear. “I’m fine, just a bit tired. My trip took a lot out of me, and my body is just playing catch up.”
Harry stared at Remus searching for the truth and concluded that he didn’t believe him, but he kept that assumption to himself. Harry hoped that whatever was bothering Remus, he will come to him and talk about it.
“Harry, why did you agree to bond with Fenrir?”
Harry was taken back by that question. He could not tell his father the reason why he did it. That it was for Remus’ sake; he wanted to give his adopted father some peace of mind and forgive himself for the death of his father. “He promised to help me defeat Voldemort.” He responded only telling half of the truth.
“Do you think he can do it? Do you think you can trust him?”
Harry hated admitting it, “Yeah, I do. I think Voldemort is just as scared of Fenrir as he is of Dumbledore, maybe more.”
“How do you feel about Fenrir?”
Harry groaned and covered his face. “The man hit’s every one of my buttons.” Remus chuckled at his dilemma. “It’s not funny.” Harry pouted and crossed his arms. “He’s freaking hot, Remy and that scar over his eye make him look dangerous and sexier rather than unattractive. And let's not talk about his body and the way he smells.” Harry held back the comment about how hot Fenrir’s arse looks in those leather pants he likes to wear. “Oh, Merlin. I just wish he wasn’t such a bastard.”
“I agree with you on that. But I will say Sirius is hotter than him, especially when he...”
Harry covered Remus mouth, stopping whatever he is going to say. “Stop right there; I do not want to know what my parents do who, what, when and where. Walking in on the both of you once was enough.”
Remus chuckled as he removed Harry’s hand from his mouth.
“Okay, fine,” He says before his face becomes serious. “I know you, love me Harry, but don’t close yourself off from what might be the greatest love of your life. I may not like the way he did it, going above my head, but he is an Alpha, and he is your mate. I wish it were someone else, but fate has a reason why she chose him to be to be the one for you.”
“I don’t want him to be?” Harry whined.
“I know but don’t do what I did, I rejected someone out of fear, and now I’m paying the price.”
“What are you talking about? Is everything okay with you and Sirius?”
Remus smiled and pulled him closer. “Yeah, yeah, we are. Just something from my past that I want to make right.”
He wanted to ask for more information, but from the look on Remus’ face, he was not ready to talk about it. “Good, don’ scare me like that again,” Harry said, snuggling back into his father’s arms.
“I know this is hard for you and wish we knew of a better way to help you, but Dumbledore…”
Harry pulled away from Remus and walked back over to the door to pick up his pack, walking over to the empty seat. He started pulling out his books and parchments.
“Harry, what is it? And if you're about to tell me there's nothing the matter, just remember I'm the king of deflection. The minute I mention Dumbledore’s name; you pull away from me.”
Harry sighed and stopped what he’s doing, then looked at Remus. He did not know how to voice what he was thinking. His papa has so much trust in Dumbledore, yet for a while, Harry’s had his doubts when it came to the Headmaster. Things that are not adding up.
“I don’t know,” he said finally. “I...I want to believe that Dumbledore has our best interest at heart, but it just feels like lately that all he cares about is himself and the war between him and Voldemort and we are not fighting for the greater good. But for whose greater good his or ours?”
“Where is all this coming from, Harry?” He could see that Remus was starting to get upset. “Thinking about all the good that the Headmaster has done for us, he’s protected us from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named…”
“Yeah, if that’s true, then why didn’t he protect my mom and dad? Why didn’t he protect me when I told him my family was abusing me? Where was he when Sirius was rotting in Azkaban, he had every opportunity to prove that Siri was innocent? Why has he lied to us continuously, Remy?! He keeps things from us and tells us on a need to know basis according to him. Why?”
“But…”
“Not but’s, Remy, I’ve been thinking about all of this. There are so many things that don't add up.” Harry looks at Remus gauging his expression. “I know how much you trust Dumbledore, and I get that. He was there for you but, when I think about it, he’s used us, papa. Used us for his sole gain, but I’m not sure for what.”
“That’s because he and Voldemort are the same. Fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised if they are the same person.”
Harry gasped and turned around slowly seeing Fenrir standing at the threshold of his bedroom door. “How long have you been standing there?” Shit, how much did he hear?
“Not long, your yelling woke me up.” Fenrir answers.
For some reason, Harry knew that his pop was lying to him. The smirk on his sexy lips told him that he heard every fucking word about him being Harry’s type. Fenrir hopped over the sofa and plopped down beside him. “You do realize there's another empty seat in the room, right?”
“Yes, I am aware of that,” Fenrir leaned closer to whisper into his ear. “After all, who am I to deprive you of my scent.”
Harry shivered praying the Fenrir would not notice, but knew that his face was as red as a tomato. Fuck, the bastard heard every word. “You disgust me,” Harry told him.
“You protest too much, pup,” Fenrir responded with a smile that did something funny to Harry’s insides. “I would love to stay and chat, but there are things I must attend to.” He got off the sofa. “I will be back later,” he said, walking to the door. “Oh, I left something on the bed for you. Be ready at eight.” He instructed and left Harry with his mouth gaped open.
“He really gets on my nerves, who the hell does Fenrir thinks he can boss me around any which way he wants.” Harry scowled and crossed his arms over his chest still staring at the closed door. Then he turned and looked at his papa, “You could have warned me he was here.”
“I could have,” Remus answered. “But I wouldn’t know how you feel about him.”
“I feel nothing for him. Sure, he’s hot as hell, but that’s all on the outside. On the inside, he’s rotten to the core.” Harry argued.
Remus stood to his feet, “I think he’s right.” He says as he walks to the door. “You really should figure out what you're feeling. Stop fighting your attraction.”
“What’s with you all of a sudden, you were against this from the beginning, and now you’re telling me to go along with it.”
Remus sighed and bowed his head before lifting and looks at Harry, “I know more than anyone what happens when you deny your attraction to someone because of what other’s might think. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, Harry. Go with what you’re feeling and forget about everyone else.”
“What are you talking about? That’s the second time you mentioned a mistake you made. What are you hiding from me?”
Remus shook his head, “I can’t go into details right now, but trust me on this, go with your feelings.”
He walked out of Harry’s room before Harry can stop him and drill him for more information.
Has the entire world gone mad? There’s no way I would give Fenrir a chance. Sure, I made that deal with him. But there’s no way in, Merlin’s great Realm would I fall in love with him.
Harry pushes the thoughts from his mind and gets up and retrieved his pack. He had homework to do and no time to worry about a certain Alpha wolf. He walked passed the open door, to his room seeing a large, neatly wrapped box sitting on top of his bed. He stared at it for a few minutes before shaking his head, I will not open it, he cannot buy my affection. He was sitting at the small dining table with his back turned to his bedroom. He had his books and parchments spread out on the table steadily working, but in the back of his mind curiosity was pulling at him. He was about to go into his room and opened the box when there was a knock at his door. Sighing in relief, Harry rushed to open the door and was happy to see Neville, Luna, and Seamus.
“Hey, guys, what’s up?” He greeted stepping aside and letting them enter his private room.
“Nothing much, we only wanted to come by to kill some time before supper,” Neville answered as he pulled Harry into a hug. Neville was very affectionate when it came to his friends. He always had a smile or a positive word of encouragement whenever you spoke with him. While some may see the glass half empty, Neville saw it filled to the brim with lots of possibilities. Seamus did not trust easily he was forever questioning someone’s motives and was very protective of his friends. To everyone else, Seamus just loved blowing shit up, but that was a cover to hide his real personality. Luna, well Harry had never been able to find the right words to describe her. Harry believes that she should have been a Slytherin rather than in Ravenclaw.
Many saw her as their girl who spoke in riddles, and imaginaries friends and animals, no fashion sense what so ever. Although their assumption was partially correct, what they didn’t know what that Luna was color blind, but she was smarter and more cunning than even Voldemort himself. One conversation with Luna would leave other’s thinking they have lost their minds. Harry looked at his three friends and smiled, they were different in so many ways, but loved and protected each other. Harry realized one member of their pack as missing.
“Hey, where’s Dean?” He asked the group.
“Where else?” Seamus answered. “Off sniffing after Draco’s arse.”
Harry shook his head and smiled. Dean has been in love with Draco Malfoy since their first year. Each time Dean asks Draco out he rebuffs him. But secretly, Harry suspects that Malfoy enjoyed having Dean chasing after him and will give in soon.
“So what are you up to?” Seamus asked, flopping down on the sofa.
Harry shrugged his shoulder, closing the door and walking further into his room. He sat back at the table. “Just finishing up my assignments.”
Neville walked over and picked up one the parchments and scanned it before putting it back down on the table. “You do realize these are not due for another two weeks?”
“Of course, I know that, but I just wanted to get them out of the way.” He answered. Everyone knew how prepared Harry likes to be. Since his life did a one hundred and eighty degrees, he took his studies seriously. His professors, even Snape was impressed with the new him.
“Harry, what’s in the box,” Luna asked him, she was standing at the entrance of his room.
“I don’t know,” He answered honestly.
“Are you going to open it?” She asked again.
“Not particularly.” He answered.
“Who is it from,” Seamus.
“Fenrir,” He mumbled under his breath.
“I think you should,” She disappeared into the room and reemerged again with the box in her hands plopping it down on the table in front of him.
He looked up at her and was about to be defiant about not wanting to see the contents inside when she gave him that evil puppy dog expression he taught her so well and was now regretting. Luna was the group's Achilles heel. She got them to do anything she wanted even when they tried to fight it. He sighed, giving in and pulled on the ribbon and lifted the cover off the box, and that’s when he smelled it. The scent of fresh, crisp, never worn leather.
Holy shit how did he know? Harry stood and removed the tissue paper revealing the black, soft and shiny material. He pulled the garment out of the box and an envelope fell on the table. Harry picked it up and gently putting the pants on top of the table. Opening the envelope, he pulled out the small card and read it.
Puppy,
I had this specially made for you, wear it tonight.
Fen.
Throwing the card on the table and went back to his present. He picked the trousers up and matched it against his body. Satisfied that the pants will fit him perfectly, he draped it over his shoulder and went to look in the box, and pulled out the hunter green and black brocade Chinese Tang Jacket. It was sleeveless and long about ankle length with side splits on each side. There was a large silver embroidered wolf on the back that looked menacing to Harry’s eye. The front of the jacket clasped on the side rather than the front. He had no idea how Fenrir figured out the kind of things he liked. But he could vividly picture himself in the outfit and knew he would look sexy as hell.
“It seems he knows what you like?” Seamus echoed his thoughts.
“There’s more,” Luna said, pulling out two boxes, one broad enough to resemble a shoe box and the other a rectangular shape that could be jewelry. Harry placed the jacket down and took the large box from her arms. He opened it and gasped at the beautiful green and black leather pointy toe six and a half heeled boots. Son of a bitch the man was trying to get me to like him. He knew there was a reason why he did not want to open the box. He closed the box and placed it on the table, then took the small box from Luna, who seemed eager to see what was inside. Harry prayed it was not jewelry, he had enough of those in his vaults and did not need anymore. With shaky fingers, he took the top off and gasped once again when he saw the silver chopsticks with a dragon designed on the top. Feeling frustrated Harry closed the box and threw it back into the box. He did the same with the shoes and the clothing.
It’s only the second day since Fenrir has been staying with him and he was already feeling some attraction to the older man. He gruffness, the deep husky tenor of his voice, when he speaks or commands Harry. The desire to want to be next to the older man. He’s made an appoint not to ask questions or want to know anything about Fenrir, but he also cursed himself for being as curious as a cat wanting to know and ask questions about the Alpha wolf.
Harry had since rectified with himself that he preferred older men than guys his age. Some would say he had daddy issues because he grew up without knowing his father. But that was further from the truth. He simply preferred older men for their intellect and strength. And loathe that he wanted to admit it, Fenrir had both and much more.
Merlin, now I might have to be nice to him, shit!
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Fenrir entered his mate's room and growled under his breath when the scent of others mixed with his mate hit his nose. He'd already memorized Harry’s scent. He walked further into the private rooms and looked around for his very stubborn mate. Fenrir did not like the idea of others he did not know or did not trust being around his mate. Especially, in close quarters without him being there. A smile crossed his lips as he thought about the gifts he left. He had scented leather on his mate's skin and figured out that Harry loved wearing leather. He planned on surprising him by asking Harry out on a date, but because he loved seeing the irritated expression on Harry’s face decided to order him around instead. Fenrir would prefer to have an equal partner rather than someone who walked at his heel. In bed yes, he was in charge, but when it came to matters of the pack, they will rule as equals.
Closing the door quietly, he walked further into the room wondering where his mate had gone. Although he promised to spend seven days getting to know his mate, he will have to cut his visit short. A few things he’s been working are starting to take place. Fenrir looked in Harry’s bedroom and was surprised to see his gift still wrapped sitting in the same spot he left it in. Perturbed that Harry would ignore his gift or the fact that he’s trying to show a softer side to his rough exterior, by not accepting his gift.
“Buying me leather was an excellent idea, but it’s not going to get me to like you.”
Fenrir smiled and then turned around wondering how he did not hear his mate coming up behind him. “How did you sneak up on me?”
“For your information, I didn’t sneak up on you. I was in the kitchen.”
“What kitchen?”
Harry sighed and looked at him as if he asked a stupid question.
“Follow me,” Harry told him, then turn and walked into the sitting room then over to the bookshelf. Fenrir was intrigued further when Harry walked behind the bookshelf. Fen walked carefully behind his mate and stopped at the entrance of the kitchen taking in his ambiance. It was small, perfect for two with low lighting and open cupboards. Candles lit on the table set for two. Well, this is a surprise. Stepping into the small kitchen, Fenrir walked over to the stove and was about to lift the cover off the pot to see what was cooking.
“Don’t you dare lift that cover.”
Fenrir snapped his hand back and looked over to Harry who was fixing a salad. He wondered how his mate knew what he was about to do.
Harry turned and looked at him with the bowl of salad in his hands. “Take this to the table.”
“You know the word please,” Fenrir tells him. “Say it, and I will do anything you want.”
“Would you break our contract?” Harry asked
“No,” Fenrir answered.
“Then you will never hear me say it,” Harry snapped back.
Fenrir smirked, and stepped closer to Harry he knew that his reluctant mate was attracted to him and was doing everything in his power to deny his attraction. He leaned closer, resting his hands on either side of Harry sandwiching him between the counters. His lips were a hair's breadth away from Harry’s lips. He knew instantly when his mate became aroused, not only did his scent changed, but the green in his eyes widened.
“One day I will not only make you say please, but I will also make you beg,” Fenrir whispered.
Harry’s face turned red as a tomato, and Fenrir liked the way he tried to act as if he was not affected by his teasing. Harry licked his lips, and Fenrir’s eyes fell to his lips instantly. “In your dreams, Lupo.”
“We’ll see, green eyes.” Fenrir smiled, taking the bowl from Harry’s hand and backing away from him putting the salad on the table. “So, tell me, did you like the gift?” He asked as he picked up a raw sliced radish and bit into it loving the spicy, zesty and crisp taste.
“How did you know I like to wear leather?” Harry turned and asked him.
Fenrir sniffed and tapped his nose, “I can smell it coming out of your pores.” The blush was back, but this time Harry turned around hiding his face. It’s going to be fun teasing him. Fenrir leaned back in his seat and looked around the small kitchen. He was sure that this was not here a couple of days no make that a couple of hours ago. So, that must mean his mate did this. He must have had some help. “Is this your way of thanking me for the gift, by cooking me dinner? I had plans to take you out to dinner, instead.”
“Merlin, why must you ask so many questions?” Harry said sounding exasperated him. “But if you must know, yes,” he answered, turning around bringing the bread to the table.
Before he could get away, Fenrir grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to his lap, leaning close to whisper in his ear. “I know a better way you can thank me.” He moved his hand down to Harry’s leg and moved it slowly towards his cock.
Harry’s body visibly shivered but quickly masked it with irritation. “It will be a cold day in Hades before…”
His words were cut off when Fenrir nuzzled his face between the crux of Harry’s neck, loving the scent of his mate. Fuck his arousal is intoxicating. He was so caught up in his mate’s scent he didn’t see it coming until he felt the elbow jabbing him hard in his stomach. He coughed, then laugh to cover his surprise. Harry was able to free himself from Fenrir hold.
“Don’t you ever touch me without my permission!” Harry snapped.
His anger didn’t, betrayed his arousal but Fenrir would never force himself on his mate. It was then he came up with a plan to tease Harry into being the one to give in first. He smiled, and it angered his mate more, but he did not care, he liked that Harry was not going to give in easily to him. He liked that there will be some resistance to their relationship, it will come in well later on down the road when they face difficult times or when they needed to work together for the betterment of the pack.
“My apologies,” Fenrir said, holding his palms up in surrender. They stared at each other and Fen wanted to smile at the defiant expression on his mate's face but kept it in. “I have a proposition for you,” Fenrir said, putting his hands down.
“I can deal without making another deal with you, the first one I made has me stuck with you for the rest of my life,” Harry told him.
This time Fenrir did smile, “I promise this one will be different. Just hear me out.”
Harry stared at him with critical eyes. “What’s the deal?”
Fenrir cleared his throat, “Since I only have three days left…”
“Wait, I thought you were staying a week?”
“Are you going to miss me?” Fenrir asked with a smile. “I planned on staying a week, but other things came up, and I need to go and take care of them, things that will affect our future together.”
Harry nodded, “Will I ever know about those plans?”
“All in due time,” Fenrir answered honestly. “But back to my proposition. What if we try to get to know each other…” Harry went to say something and Fenrir stopped him. “What I mean is, let’s wipe the slate clean and start from the beginning. Let’s forget about what we think we know about each other or what we’ve heard through the grapevine and be real. Just you and me. What do you say?”
“Why do I feel like I can’t trust anything you say?” Harry crossed his arms over his chest.
“That’s what I want to change, green eyes,” Fenrir answered honestly. He also liked the way, the nickname sounded, he’d first used it to annoy his mate, but found he liked the way it rolled off his tongue. Harry sighed, then turned picking up a couple of small dishes and bring it to the table. Fenrir watched his every move and remarked that Harry moved around the kitchen effortlessly as if he was comfortable and in his element.
“I’m going to give this a chance,” a spark of hope brightened in Fenrir. “But, I’m warning you now if you try to fuck me over, again...” Harry pulled a knife pointing it in Fenrir’s face. He had no idea when Harry picked up the knife, but he held his surprise in. “...I will gut you and smile as you lay there dying.” Harry finished.
The more he saw of Harry’s vindictive side, the more he liked it. Hell, it was turning him the hell on, but he kept his cool. Fenrir nodded. “So how about we sit down and prepare the meal you made.” He extended his hand to the empty seat in front of him. Harry looked at the seat, then at him and Fen before he walked over and sat down. Fenrir could tell Harry did not trust him, which he hoped will soon change.
Fenrir reached for the bread and realized it was warm he dipped into the oil filled with spices and taking a large bite. Fen closed his eyes and moaned loudly.
“I take it you like it?”
He snapped his eyes open, “Can’t you tell. Did you make this? From scratch.”
Harry nodded, “I did.”
“So you know how to cook? Who taught you?”
Harry was quiet for a couple of seconds. “I taught myself really.” He paused and Fenrir could tell he wanted to say more. He wondered if he could force the information out of the man or let him say more when he was ready. He did not have to wait long. “It was supposed to be a punishment when I lived with my Muggle relatives. But little did they know, I enjoyed cooking it got me away from them.”
Fenrir’s felt rage building inside of him, “Punishment, what do you mean by that?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories?” Harry asked.
“I’ve heard things here and there, but not everything is to be believed,” Fenrir told him.
“Well, if you heard that my Muggle relatives abused me, believe it. I was treated worse than a house elf.”
Fenrir was silent for a few minutes. He was getting angrier the more he thought about the things he heard. “How are you not mad about the whole thing?” He reached for another slice of bread this time spreading the butter looking mixture on his bread.
“I was, and I still get angry sometimes. But I had three escapes from them. Cooking, gardening, and Hogwarts. When I’m in the kitchen, I can lose myself in my recipes. I love working with my hands, and gardening is something I enjoy doing to pass the time and Hogwarts is and will always be my first home.” A smile came over his face. “When I was younger, I used to dream about building my dream kitchen. And although I’ve learned how to cook the magical way, there’s nothing like doing it the magical way.”
“Tell me about it,” Fenrir reached for the bottle of wine that was sitting on the table and poured himself a glass motion to Harry, who nodded, he poured a small amount into his glass as well.
“Tell you about what?” Harry asked, taking a sip of his wine.
“Your dream kitchen, describe it to me.”
“Are you trying to make fun of me?”
“No, I’m interested,” Fenrir answered honestly.
Harry stared at him for a second too long before he spoke again. “If you’re serious?”
“I am. I told you I want to get to know you.” Fenrir answered.
“Ok,” Harry started. “First, I don’t mind this kitchen, but it’s a bit smaller than what I originally wanted…”
Fenrir listened intently as Harry explained the kitchen, he wanted and an idea formed in his mind with each word that Harry spoke. How tall he wanted the cupboards, the type of stoves and ovens he wanted down to the color paint the kitchen should be. Fenrir watched Harry’s face get brighter the more he talked. He smiled the more he talked about all the dishes that he wanted to make. He even talked about writing his own cookbook and teach others how to cook.
“Would you teach me sometime?” Fenrir asked him.
“Teach you what?” Harry asked in confusion.
“How to cook, I’ve been a bachelor for so long, and I want us to have an equal mating, I don’t expect you to do all the cooking even you might prefer it. But I think it would be great to learn how to cook, so would you teach me?”
“Um…” Harry said, and Fenrir knew he surprised his mate by asking him that question. “If you’re serious, I suppose I can.”
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Harry had no idea what’s going on. He felt off kilter by the man sitting in front of him. The one who teased him not too long ago and tried to seduce him if that’s what he was trying to do. Albeit, it worked, but Harry would never tell him that. He also didn’t know if Fenrir was lulling him into a false sense of security before he strikes. But Harry could not deny the comfort he was feeling talking to the Alpha wolf about his dreams of being a chef. Usually, he would bore or push his friends to hunger talking about being a chef and the things he wanted to make. It surprised Harry that he wanted to cook for the Alpha wolf as a way of thanking him for the gifts. But that was the kind of person he was. He showed his appreciation by feeding them.
Harry wished for all of Merlin and his creators that he was not attracted to Fenrir Greybacks, but he was and secretly wanted to know everything about the man. Fenrir intrigued him, and Harry wanted to crack the tough exterior. And then what? Harry asked himself. Use it against him? Until he decided what he will do with the information, Harry decided to put it in the back of his mind.
“So,” Harry said, putting his wine glass down. “I’ve been doing most of the talking tell me about you.” Fenrir smiled, and Harry’s inside turned to mush but masked it by picking up the bottle of wine and poured himself another drink. How can one man be so damn sexy?
“What do you want to know?” Fenrir asked.
“Anything,” Harry answered.
Fenrir leaned back in his chair, and Harry got up to get the main course. He had made seafood linguini in a white wine sauce. It was something that he easily threw together without a fuss. He reached for the sliced lemon and dribbled it over the pasta. He looked over his shoulder to Fenrir, “Go on I can hear you while I do this,” he told him, then reached the minced chopped parsley and sprinkled it over the pasta. He picked up the pot by the handles and bring it to the table, putting in the center of the table.
“You’re a real natural in the kitchen, aren't you? And this smells and looks delicious, by the way.” Fenrir complimented.
Harry did not know how to take the compliment, “Save the compliments when you tell me how it tastes.” He reached for the serving spoons and gathered a good amount, “Pass your plate.” he told Fenrir who followed his instruction eagerly. Harry shared an enormous amount on Fenrir’s plate. He put a far less amount on his plate. Before he could take the first bite of his meal, the slurping sounds got to his ears, Harry looked up from his plate and was shocked that Fenrir’s plate was almost empty. Pride swelled inside of him. “I take it; you enjoy it?”
As if realizing his plate was empty, Fenrir looked up at Harry, who could not help but burst out with laughter seeing a linguini noodle stuck to his chin.
“Hey, what's so funny?” Fenrir asked, sounding very confused at Harry’s outburst of laughter.
Harry continued laughing and pointed to Fenrir, as he tried to speak, “Y...yo...you have...a...noodle stuck to...your chin,” he said between laughter.
Harry watched as the realization hit Fenrir and instead of using the napkin sitting on the table to wipe it off. He stuck his tongue out and swiped up the noodle raising an eyebrow at the movement. That action surprised Harry and silenced his laughter to a quiet chuckle and then an honest smile. His face heated when Fenrir kept looking at him.
“You are beautiful when you smile,” Fenrir whispered.
Harry cleared his throat and looked down at his still untouched meal. “Thank you,” he said, looking up at Fenrir. They stared at each other, and Harry could not help but gaze into Fenrir’s beautiful cobalt blue eyes. He found drawn to them, and he could not look away even if he wanted to. His stomach fluttered and his mind filled with thoughts of what Fenrir’s eyes would look like when he’s aroused.
“Build…”
“Huh?” Harry asked, confused
“I like working with my hands, as well. So I own a construction company in the magical and Muggle world.”
Harry looked down at his meal, finally able to break whatever spell Fenrir’s eyes had on him. “Have you constructed anything I might have heard of?” He winced internally; his question sounded stupid even to his ears.
“Maybe in the Muggle world, but in the Magical community, my company works with other European and Asian companies. We’ve gone as far as across the pond.”
“Wow, that is impressive,” he said, picking up his fork as he got ready to eat his meal finally. It was also his way of avoiding Fenrir’s eyes. “I’ve always wanted to travel.”
“Maybe I can take you on a few of my business trips if you want?” Fenrir whispered.
Harry looked up and swallowed his meal. The sound echoed in the kitchen. Somehow there was a shift in the room and he could feel it, but could not explain what it was. Something was happening between them. There was a buzzing in the back of his mind that he was trying to ignore.
“That would be great,” Harry finally answered. “You said you’re leaving in a couple of days?” The elated feeling from earlier when Fenrir told him that he was leaving now felt a bit like dread, but he ignored it, as well. He could not and will grow attached to Fenrir.
“Yes, I’m going to France to assist my crew working on the home of a Muggle Ambassador,” Fenrir answered. He was staring at Harry with those intense cobalt blue eyes. “Then I will be back here to pick you up, for the conference.”
“What conference?”
Fenrir smiled, and Harry’s stomach fluttered, “I see you have not been reading the books I sent you.”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t had time.” Wait, what? Why the hell am I apologizing?
“It’s fine,” Fenrir told him. “The conference is done every year for Were-creatures. We meet and discuss things that are affecting the Were- creature community.”
“Wait, there are other were-creatures?” Harry asked surprised.
Fenrir chuckled, “I keep forgetting you grew up with Muggles most of your life. But, yes, there are other Were-creatures. Lions, Tigers, and Bear’s…”
“Oh, me…” Harry said that got a boisterous laugh from Fenrir. Harry couldn't help but smile. The older man’s laughter was contagious. If he were to rate his night so far with Fenrir, it was a better date he’s had in a long time.
Fenrir quieted down, “I never knew you had such a wicked sense of humor.”
“Get to know me, and you just might like me,” Harry said, leaning his elbows on the table and clasped his fingers together. “And want to keep me.”
Fenrir leaned closer, reaching over to take one of Harry’s hand bring it to his lips kissing the back of it gently. The warmth of his breath and his neatly cut mustache tickled the back of Harry’s hand, sending shivers down his spine.
“I already like you,” he said as he licked the back of Harry’s hand. “And not only will I keep you.” He licked all the way up to Harry’s forearm as far as he could go, “I plan to mark you.” He licked his way back down to Harry’s fingers sucking on his pointer finger staring into Harry’s face. Harry licked his lips, biting on his bottom lip. His breathing sounded loud to his own ear. Fenrir sucked his finger as if was another part of his body that had taken notice. Fenrir’s mouth was warm, and his lips were soft around his fingers. With one last suck, Fenrir pulled off Harry’s finger. “I plan on making you mine and no one else's.” The words vibrated through Harry as Fenrir staked his claim with his words and no doubt one day with his actions.
Harry pulled his hand back and stood from his seat and walked hastily to the counter for the dessert. It was the only thing he could think about instead of stopping himself from jumping over the table in Fenrir’s begging the older man to take him. Fuck, how did things change so quickly? The kitchen got a bit darker, and Harry heard music playing. He turned around just as Fenrir was walking back into the kitchen.
“One of the favorite things I like to do is dance,” he said extending one of his hands. “Dance with me green eyes?”
“I...I’m not that a good dancer.” He said in explanation.
Fenrir moved closer to him and slipped a hand around his waist, pulling their bodies flushed against each other. Taking Harry’s smaller hand into his larger one.
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” he said, and they started swaying slowly to the music moving to the center of the kitchen. Harry rested his other hand on Fenrir’s muscled shoulder for support. They were gazing into each other’s eyes and Harry felt lost once again. “You lied to me,” Fenrir whispered. He must have seen the confused expression on Harry’s face. “You told me you couldn’t dance, but you’re doing great.”
Harry felt his face heat up, and he buried it Fenrir’s chest. He inhaled, and the older man’s scent hit him. It smelled good like pine, earth and something else he could not decipher. Fenrir released Harry’s hand and wrapped both his arms around Harry’s waist, pulling their bodies closer. Harry placed his head on Fenrir’s chest, closing eyes as they continued to dance slowly to the music. He reveled in the feeling that for the first time in a very long time he felt safe and protected being in Fenrir’s arms. Something he never thought he would feel.
“What are you thinking about?” Fenrir whispered softly in his ear.
“If I told you; you would probably laugh at me,” Harry answered.
“I won’t. I promise.” Fenrir answered back.
Harry lifted his head and looked at Fenrir, “This is the first time I’ve slow danced on a date.”
They stopped dancing, and Harry was waiting for Fenrir to say something that would no doubt annoy him. But he was surprised when Fenrir cupped both sides of his cheeks and leaned down and pressed his lips to Harry’s forehead.
“I want to be your first for a lot of things.” He told him, then he leaned back so that they were looking into each other’s eyes again. “I want to experience everything with you for the first time, green eyes.”
Harry didn’t know what to say so he placed his head back on Fenrir’s chest. Fenrir wrapped his arms around Harry, and they continued, to dance.
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The next day was Saturday since Harry did not have any classes or needed to study for an exam, he got up and made breakfast for him and Fenrir. While cooking, he thought back to the previous night and could not help but smile. After they had danced to a couple more songs, Harry finally ate while Fenrir ate half of the German chocolate cake he made. It was by chance that Harry made Fenrir’s favorite dessert. After they had eaten, Fenrir helped Harry clean up the kitchen, they talked a bit more and got to know each other. He was surprised to know the many fascinating places Fenrir had been to and the things he’s seen. The work he does across the globe and children, he saved that was turned out by members of the Magical community because they are Were-creatures. They moved their conversation to the sitting room. Harry sat on the couch, and Fenrir sat on the floor with his back against the floor.
They talked and a few times during the night Fenrir made him laugh at a few of the things his pack members have done, that either made him want to scream or throw them over a bridge. During all his talk Harry could tell how much Fenrir cared about his pack, he explained why he does not like the Wolfbane potion and what it does to wolves. Harry also did not like the idea the reason the potion was created. It was to enslave the Were-creatures to wizards and witches. Fenrir gave Harry a brief history lesson that no one likes to talk about. Facts according to Fenrir that was completely erased from the history books.
In the beginning, the Wizarding community was a thriving world. Wizard, witches, and creatures lived together in harmony or so people were led to believe. Even with magic coursing through their veins, there were a few wizards and witches who carried hatred in their hearts for Were-creatures. And in secret, they would hunt and capture orphaned Were-children. Then bring them up for their evil deeds such as blood sports like that of ancient Rome. The wealthy would watch and decide which creature should live or die. On the nights of the full moon, while most packs were running, howling and thanking Mother moon for her blessings. Some of our brothers and sisters were being killed by the hands own kind. Many were unaware of what they are doing and who they were doing it in front of.
Fenrir told him how the creatures were lied to and told if they did what they were told and did not cause trouble, and one day they would gain their freedom. But there was a problem. Creatures were secretly being fed a potion that they would eventually become hooked on and causing the creature to return to their master begging to be cared for. At the time, it wasn't called Wolfbane when it was first created. Most Were-creatures, still refer to its original name ‘the devil’s poison.’ The potion ravished the creature’s mind and drove them to kill without a thought. It also caused the user to become dependent on the potion, believing that they need it to survive. It wasn’t until one were-creature realized what was going on and fought off his addiction. He began a movement and helped recruit other Were-creatures exposing what was happening. At first, he was not believed until a were-creature crazed and in need of the potion killed a witch. Harry recalled the sadness on Fenrir’s face of him telling the story.
No one cared when they found out that Were-creatures were being killed. But a witch dies, and a war broke out. Millions died, and Were-creatures were looked at as diseased and should not be touched. We lost, in the end, be not because we could not fight, but because we were weak. Not only were Were-creatures addicted to potion over time it made them vulnerable. Over time they changed the potion, but there are still side effects. I bet you believe that Remus is okay because he takes the potion before every full moon? But he’s not. Just as they did in the past, they are doing it now. The only way anyone would acknowledge Remus as a wizard is if he takes the potion and even though he’s still seen as a beast and not the man he truly is.
The words were ringing loudly in Harry’s ear. In the end, the world changed, and Were-creatures are not seen as part of the Magical community. Were-creatures are feared by some and respected by others.
Do you want to know what is crazy? Fenrir asked him then continued talking without waiting for an answer. We are afraid of wizards and witches. The same way they are afraid of Muggles. We’re not worried because we believe they are stronger or smarter than us. Because in truth, we are not. We are more advanced and prepared if Muggles find out about us. Unlike, the wizards and witches, we do our research, and how to fight to win. To us, wizards and witches, are lower than we are when it comes to the natural order of things. We are more afraid of their stupidity and their need for power. Were-creatures are naturally powerful, but we do not rely on our physical strength alone; we also use our mental strength which is why we are underestimated.
Harry was starting to see wolves and other creatures through Fenrir’s eyes. He did not like what he was seeing. Humanity was fucked up all around. Muggles, witches, and wizards. Everyone has a purpose, and everyone had an ulterior motive. People used each other to get what they wanted. And after they are used and abused, they are thrown away like yesterday’s garbage. Were-creatures are doing the same thing as wizards and witches. They are trying to protect and preserve their people against one common enemy. Hate.
“What are you thinking about?”
Harry started almost dropping the tray in his hands. He turned to find Fenrir standing in the middle of the kitchen shirtless. Harry looked away quickly, not before noticing the large scar on Fenrir’s chest or the silk blond on his muscled chest. I will not admit how sexy Fenrir is. I will not even look. Harry repeated the mantra in his mind, hoping it will work, but finding that the words sounded hollow in his mind.
“Are you hungry?” He asked.
“Look at me,” Fenrir instructed. Instantly, Harry looked up this time he looked the man in his face and not his naked torso. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Harry lied.
Fenrir walked over taking the tray from his hand and put it on the counter behind Harry. He pulled Harry into his arms, he went easily and did not fight the other man. “There’s something you need to know about us wolves, Harry. We can tell when you’re lying.”
“I’m afraid that I’m starting to like you,” Harry told him.
“After one night together, I find that hard to believe,” Fenrir said. “Tell me what really bothering you, green eyes?”
Harry stepped closer to Fenrir leaning up kissing him on his cheek. He stepped back and from Fenrir’s. “Believe it, just don’t piss me off for the next day you’re here, and maybe I will give you a real kiss.” He turned and picked up the tray, walking over to the table, “Come on and eat or your breakfast will get cold.”
“Are you always like this?” Fenrir asked him.
Harry turned to face him, “Like what?”
“So accepting of other’s.”
“No, not really,” Harry answered. “But I thought about what you said when I woke up this morning and realized you were right.”
“Okay, this I gotta hear so I can gloat,” Fenrir said, walking over to the table and sat in the same seat from the night before.
“Hey, remember I said, don’t piss me off.” Harry sat in his chair from the night before facing Fenrir. He still refused to look at Fenrir’s naked torso. He could easily ask the man to put on a shirt, but he wanted Fenrir to be comfortable around him. Sooner or later they were going to be naked in front of each other.
“So?” Fenrir said, pulling his attention and again like the night before his plate was piled with food. Harry knew better to make a lot this time. “Enlighten me.”
“You’re rather cheeky, this morning.”
“Hey, I woke up to the delicious scent of your cooking how can I not be happy?” Fenrir took a large bite of his stuffed crepes with apples, cinnamon, and fresh cream.
Harry shook his head, “Anyway, you were right. We needed to get to know each other. And last night helped me see a few things from your point of view.”
“Like what?” Fenrir asked taking another bite of his crepes and moaned. “Blessed moon this is fucking good.”
“Well, first I only thought that the wolves are the only Were-creatures. Even living with one it never occurred to me to ask Remus. Then to hear about the war. It’s just, I’ve always thought you as this savage, uncontrollable beast and now I see this side and heard part of your history,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know…”
“What you feel pity?” Fenrir asked there was a bite in his tone, but Harry did not take offense.
“No, not pity, more camaraderie.” He explained. “Two misunderstood people somehow who are finding common ground to work with each other.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Fenrir spoke up, “Eat your breakfast, I want to go for a walk around the woods after this.”
Harry nodded and started eating. He looked up at Fenrir after a few bites and watched as the man had his third bowl of porridge. “Who cooks for you back home?” Harry blurts out.
Fenrir placed his bowl down, wiping the sides of his mouth with his napkin. “Usually, one of the single she-wolves or male wolves invite me over to their house for dinner, in hopes of me taking them to bed afterward.”
Harry felt the vein on the side of his forehead start to pulsate, and he tightened his fingers around his fork.
“Sometimes I oblige them and other times I leave them wanting. But it’s been awhile, I’ve been a bit preoccupied lately.”
Harry relaxed his grip on his fork. He could still feel the vein pulsating in the side of his forehead. “How often does that happen?” Harry asked.
“It happens a lot. I am the Alpha after all. They all want me to be the daddy to their cubs but…”
Harry had no idea what the hell came over him. He angrily wiped the dishes to the floor and jumped on the table and somehow landing in Fenrir’s lap. The fork was still in his hand, he stuck it under Fenrir’s chin and slowly raised the older man’s head so that they are facing each other. Harry really had no idea what he was doing or what he was going to say to explain his sudden need to leave a trace or a mark on Fenrir. He felt the need to growl and bare his teeth showing dominance over Fenrir.
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Well, this is interesting? I wonder what was it I said exactly that got him to act this way? Fenrir smiled mentally. So the little puppy got jealous hearing that she-wolves try to bed me? Or maybe it’s that they cook for me? Either way, the bond between us is growing and in such a short time.
Fenrir smirked as he watched Harry slowly change in front of him. The green in Harry’s pupils was greener than normal. They looked like moss the more dilated his eyes became. They were blown almost covering the whites of his eyes. Fenrir could also see the beginning of his canines forming. His hair lengthened, and the ends are showing signs of silver. He’s going to be a beautiful wolf. He was still human and will not become a werewolf until they are mated. When Fenrir will sink his canines into Harry’s sweet flesh biting him and change parts of his genetic DNA. But until then the more time they spend together as a truly mated pair Harry will slowly start to exhibit werewolf tendencies. The growling brought Fenrir out of his musing also the fork sticking him in his chin. Fenrir reached up and grabbed the back of Harry’s soft locks, pulling his head back exposing his neck.
Fenrir growled softly, watching Harry respond to his silent command. Harry growled back louder. Fenrir chuckled at his little mate’s feistiness but knew he had to rein Harry’s emotions in. Show him who was the Alpha and who is the Alpha-sub-mate. In pack hierarchy, Harry will stand beside him as his mate and rule with him. Fenrir would be seen at the top and Harry his second. Then came the Beta’s, the Enforcers and then the Omega wolves. Fenrir leaned forward and licked Harry’s neck before scraping his top canines on the spot. He made sure not to draw any blood, doing so would cause too much trouble with him leaving in a day or so. Harry shivered, and his hips jerked rubbing his pert little arse against Fenrir’s very interested cock.
It’s not time yet, my little puppy. Fenrir thought. But one day soon I’m going to fuck you and claim your sweet little arse.
Fenrir licked Harry’s neck again. He sucked on the spot bring up a mark. Harry’s hips jerked once more, and this time he ground his arse on Fenrir’s cock. He moaned louder the harder Fenrir sucked. Harry grabbed onto Fenrir’s shoulder, digging his nails into his skin, while he continued to grind his arse faster. Harry whimpered as if begging Fenrir not to stop. His breathing got harsher and louder. He growled in frustration as his nails dug harder into Fenrir shoulder. Fenrir grabbed onto Harry’s hips with his other hand guiding the movement of his hips.
Yeah, that’s it green eyes give it to me
And that’s when Fenrir smelled it the heady scent of cum. Harry came in his pants. His hips jerked a couple of times, and his body shook. He moaned long and hard. Fenrir pulled his lips from Harry’s neck, gathering his little mate in his arms. Harry rested his forehead on Fenrir shoulder trying to catch his breath. They stayed like that for a few moments Harry rubbing his body against Fenrir trying to leave his marked scent on his mate. Fenrir was gracing Harry with chaste kisses. After a few minutes, Harry’s breathing changed and Fenrir knew his mate had fallen to sleep.
He chuckled, it was probably for the best. If Harry realized what he did, he would be embarrassed by his actions.
Gently, Fenrir got up from the table and looked at the mess on the floor. He closed his eyes gather a small bit of his magic. He opened his eyes and watched as the dishes that was not broken lift off the ground one by one going over to the sink. All the other utensils and glasses followed. The broken shards mend themselves back together as they went into the sink. Fenrir smiled as the mop and broom came out of their hiding spot and started cleaning up the discarded food and drink. Fenrir turned still holding Harry in his arms and walked over to the sofa in the sitting room. He laid Harry down and willed the blanket from Harry’s room, grabbing it and covering Harry with it. He bent down and kissed Harry on his forehead before going back to the kitchen to make sure nothing was missed.
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Harry opened his eyes and wondered for a split second where he was. He sat up quickly and shut his eyes quickly when he felt a sharp pain in his head. “Ow,” he said bringing his hand to his head and rubbing it.
“Here, drink this.”
He opened his eyes and looked up, squinting his eyes, seeing a glass of water in front of his face. He took it and gagged at the taste. This definitely isn’t water.  But he didn’t argue because he was starting to feel better. He finished the drinking and handed the glass back to Fenrir.
“Thanks, what was that?”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better,” he answered as we went to get off the sofa, but Fenrir stopped him.
“Good, and that was a werewolf version for pain relieving made of natural herbs.”
Harry nodded and thanked his lucky stars his head had stopped hurting. “Can you tell me what happened, and how did I end up out here?” He asked.
“What do you remember?” Fenrir asked him.
“I remember we were eating and talking and then everything went kind of black after that.”
“Let’s just say our bond is speeding up quicker than I was expecting,” Fenrir answered, and Harry felt his eyes widened.
“What did I do? Wait!” he said, holding up his hand in protest. “Don’t tell me if I did something embarrassing.”
Fenrir chuckled, “It wouldn’t say embarrassing more along the lines of leaving your mark on me to ward off any wolves who might be interested in me.”
Harry’s face heated with embarrassment, and he looked away as thoughts ran through his mind of things he might have done. Fenrir walked out of the room, leaving Harry to his thoughts. He got off the couch and froze and looked down at drying wet spot on the front of his pants.
Holy shit! What the fuck did I do?
“Oh, yeah,” Harry snapped his head up looking at Fenrir. “The next time you want to mark me with your cum make sure your dick is in my mouth and not your pants.” Fenrir licked his lips, “I love the taste of cum, don’t waste it again next time.”
Everything started coming back to him the more Fenrir talked. Him clearing the table and jumping on the table before landing in Fenrir’s lap. He remembered how crazed in his mind, he felt. The image of Fenrir sucking on his neck and how aroused, he got and secretly hoping that the Alpha wolf would bite him. Harry was ashamed of his actions. Before the other man could say another word, Harry ran to his room embarrassed and slammed his door shut. Leaning his back against it and sliding down bring his knees to his shit. He wanted the earth to open up and swallowed him. He could not believe he did something like cumming in his pants like an immature teenager. He was expecting to hear Fenrir laughing at him, but there was silence coming from the other room, and it didn’t make him feel any better.
There was a knock at his door, “Go away, Fenrir.”
“Ah, come on, green eyes. Don’t be like that.”
“I said go away. I can’t look at you right now,” Harry yelled. Merlin, I don’t even want to look at myself. He felt like a child acting this way, but this has never happened to him before. He made other guys creamed in their pants, not the other way around.
“What if I told you, I had to rub one out while you took a nap because of how horny you made me.”
Harry was silent for a few minutes. He did feel a little better, but not enough to face Fenrir. He needed Fenrir to feel just as embarrassed as him.
“Come on, green eyes. Open the door it happens, you’re…”
Harry got up and instantly pulled the door open, “If you say that I’m young and it’s bound to happen, I will punch you in the face!” Harry yelled.
Fenrir had his arms crossed over his chest, leaning on the doorframe with a smirk on his face. “Got you to open the door didn’t it?”
“That’s beside the point.” Harry snapped.
Fenrir uncrossed his arms circling them around Harry’s waist with one arm, pulling him flushed against his body. Harry did not fight him or try to pull away. “It does matter because now I can do this.” Fenrir leaned down and gently grazed Harry’s lips with his. Harry kept his eyes open as he looked at Fenrir’s closed eyes and relaxed expression. Harry’s exhaled with a moan when Fenrir gently traced the seams of Harry’s lips before pressing their lips together. Harry slowly closed his eyes and going to the tip of his toes and wrapped his arms around Fenrir’s neck. His fingers touched the older man’s soft locks, and he couldn’t help grabbing on to them for leverage. Fenrir winced but did not pull away from their kiss.
Fenrir learned of the door and wrapped both his arms around Harry’s waist. One of his hand moved slowly down to the small of his back, then down to his arse and gently grabbed it. Harry Felt Fenrir’s erection was rubbing against his stomach. Harry whimpered, not sure of what was going on but could not stop. He reached down and traced Fenrir’s erection through his pants. Fenrir growled softly, he stopped their kiss but did not pull their lips apart. His hips moved in tandem with Harry’s hand rubbing and kneading his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, green eyes, make me cum,” Fenrir said against his lips. His breath was hot on Harry’s lips. “Harder.” He whispered.
Harry followed his instructions, Fenrir’s nails dug into his arse and it turned him on more. He was no longer embarrassed by his earlier actions. All he felt was the need to leave more of his mark on Fenrir.
Fenrir’s hips stuttered, and Harry snapped his eyes open to watch the older man’s face as he came in his pants, and in Harry’s hand. Fenrir squeezed his arse tighter groaned against his lips. Cum seeped through Fenrir’s pants, but the man did not seem to care, he stuck his tongue into Harry’s mouth pulling him into another kiss. A kiss that sent his world spinning and the thought in the back of his mind that there was no turning back, he was not only stuck with Fenrir but falling for him faster than he expected.
Merlin, I’m fucked!
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Remus paced outside of the door, willing his hand to knock on the door. He knew what he needed to but too afraid to do it. He hated agreeing with Fenrir, but he needed to confront his problems before he can help Harry. Remus looked at his shaking hands then clenched them into a fist. The shaking was getting worse, and soon he will not be able to hide it from Sirius. Remus ran his shaking hands through his sweat soaked wet hair. Going cold turkey was harder than he thought it would be. Even now Remus can feel the need to tearing deep inside of him. His wolf was pacing and snarling inside of him angry that he refused to bend to his addictive need.
Remus was ashamed of himself. How could he have let this happen? He was supposed to be the smart one among his friends and now look at him addicted to a potion that was meant to help him. If only Sirius knew that he was taking his reserved potions, especially when it’s not a full moon. Over the years he found that he needed more than normal. He did not want to believe that he was hooked, but it was true and soon he won't be able to hide it from the people he loved. Remus missed his mother and father. He missed running with his brothers. He wanted Harry and Sirius to know the family he ran away from.
I am such a fool. Harry was right I let Dumbledore fool me with his words of being free, just like the Were-creatures in the past. What was I thinking? I need to make things right so that I can stand beside my son and be there for him when he needs me the most.
He stopped and stared at the door before taking a deep breath and knocking. Remus waited impatiently for the door to open. He had no idea what he was going to say once the door was finally opened. Remus shoved his shaking hands in his coat pocket the second he heard the locks on the door opened. He did not give the person who opened the door a chance to ask a question. He needed to get the words out before he chickened out.
"I need your help," he blurted out.
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