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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 40 – Unprovoked
“You said she would be back by now,” Jennifer said a little angrily, pointing her finger in accusation at the headmaster, before resuming her pacing of the room.
“I was under the impression they would be,” Dumbledore said calmly from where he was sat in his large chair behind his enormous desk, upon which he was resting his elbows, his fingers knitted together. He was watching Romy’s biological parents with disdain, though he kept his expression blank.
Adam hadn’t spoken a word since they had entered the office to wait for their daughter’s return. Dumbledore was sure that the man was growing less and less inclined to fight for Romy and was only still there for his wife’s sake. Jake, on the other hand, looked nothing short of livid at being there and was lounging in one of the chairs, staring at nothing with a scowl on his face.
“What if they don’t come back? Maybe they will stop her from returning because they know she belongs with us,” Jennifer suggested, turning to look at her husband with worry on her face, before dropping herself into one of the chairs in front of the headmaster’s desk and resting her head in her hands.
“They will come back,” Dumbledore assured her. He might not have leverage over Romy or Clayton, but he did over Harry, and it was clear that the other two were being sent to the school in some rather pathetic attempt to protect their pack brother. He was certain that they would return to his school, one way or another.
As though on cue, the fire in the grate suddenly burned green and a large man stepped through with Romy and Harry; the three werewolves glaring daggers at the additional occupants in the room as they stepped to one side just in time to let another man through with Clayton.
“What are you doing here?” Romy demanded to know angrily, as she looked between Jennifer, who had gotten to her feet, and Adam. She noticed that Jake was there too, but given that he was thankfully completely ignoring her, she was happy to return the favour.
“They are under some kind of delusional impression that you belong with our family,” Jake answered bitterly, without even turning to look at her. “Or at least Mum is; I think Dad would be quite happy to go home and leave you to play happy families with your werewolf friends,” he said, earning warning growls from the four male werewolves.
“Jake!” Jennifer admonished but Adam barely showed any indication that he had heard anything and continued to glare at the large red-headed man who was standing behind Romy.
“You told them?” Romy demanded, glaring at the headmaster, who simply nodded his head. “You had no right!” she all but yelled, thankful for the strong arm Jenson had around her that gave her comfort and support.
“We had a right to know that you’re… what you are,” Adam sneered coldly, apparently not even able to bring himself to actually say the word werewolf.
“For fuck sake, Dad, she’s a werewolf,” Jake shouted, jumping up from his chair and turning to glare at his little sister. “Why are we even here? She’s a monster. We should just go home; we were happier without her anyway.”
Romy paled at her brother’s words; she turned and cuddled into her father’s side. She hadn’t thought that anything Jake could say or do now would be able to hurt her, but that had stung. Seeing Romy’s pain, it was only Damon’s firm grip on Clayton that had held him back from trying to rip Jake’s throat out.
“You’re the fucking monster,” Harry shouted, and Jenson only just got an arm around Harry’s waist before the submissive could lunge at Jake.
“Yeah and what are you doing to do, you midget?” Jake taunted, looking at Harry derisively. “Bite at my ankles?”
“One bite from me and you’ll know about it,” Harry raged, struggling against Jenson’s unrelenting hold.
“Enough!” Dumbledore bellowed, getting to his feet. He really didn’t like the Chester boy, he wished that Adam and Jennifer had left him in Hogsmeade; he was certainly not helping the process of reuniting Romy with her family any. “Harry, Clayton, Romy, I think it’s high time that you returned to your dormitories, perhaps we can sort this out tomorrow?”
“No,” Jenson said through gritted teeth, holding onto his own temper simply because he had Harry and Romy in his arms. “We sort it out now, I’m not leaving my daughter here with them still hanging around!”
“She isn’t your daughter!” Jennifer snapped angrily. It was monsters like this man, werewolves, who had hurt Rosemary. It was werewolves who had made her daughter into a monster just like them and to hear this man lay claim to her as his own child was just too much.
“She’s as good as,” Jenson snarled. He loved Romy as his own, had done since the moment he had rescued her from his brother’s pack. He had never been able to forgive himself for not being able to help her sooner but he had sworn to himself that he would give her the best life he could; right now that meant keeping her away from her hate-filled biological family.
“Dad, it’s fine,” Romy said softly, looking up at him as she still clung to his side. She didn’t want this fight, she just wanted Adam, Jennifer and, most especially, Jake gone. And she absolutely didn’t want her Dad, or any of the other members of the pack, getting into trouble for attacking muggles, which would be inevitable with the way things were going.
“No, it’s not fine,” Jenson said angrily.
“If it means I don’t have to spend another second in a room with them, then I’ll happily leave,” Romy explained, tugging on her Dad’s jumper to get him to look at her. “Seriously, Dad, I don’t care what they say; you’re my family and I love you and Mum more than anything.”
“We won’t leave her alone with them for one minute,” Harry assured the Beta, seeing the way that Jenson had been touched by Romy’s words but was clearly still reluctant to let his daughter go.
“You might want to remember that me and Harry have proven that we are quite capable of looking after ourselves,” Romy said, giving her father a pointed look. She couldn’t exactly say outright that the two of them had managed to kill two huge murderous werewolves, but it wasn’t like it was something her father would have forgotten. “And that is even before you add Clayton into the mix, and you know he would never let anything happen to either of us.”
“Damn right I wouldn’t,” Clayton said, though his angry stare was still fix on Jake, who was standing next to his father looking thoroughly pissed off.
“Romy’s right, Jenson,” Damon told the Beta, “we have to trust that they will take care of each other.” He wasn’t much happier about having to leave the pups than Jenson was, but it wasn’t as though they could stay there with them.
Jenson let out a low growl of warning as he held Romy impossibly close to him, all the while glowering at the other occupants of the room that weren’t his pack members. Damon brought Clayton into him, holding the teenage boy in his arms, finding it rather difficult to let him go. Something really didn’t feel right about this time, their gut instincts screaming at them not to let their pups go.
“I’ll be fine, Dad, promise,” Romy said, hugging her arms around her Dad’s waist as best she could. She could see out of the corner of her eye as Adam pressed Jake back into the chair he had risen from, Jennifer moving over to stand with them; at least it didn’t look like her birth family were any more keen on a fight breaking out than she was.
“Clayton,” Jenson said with a growl, “take care of my little girl or so help me…”
“Yeah, I get it,” Clayton said turning to the Beta wolf, “skin me alive, make me suffer, the usual threats. Geeze, come up with something original next time; I’m in love with her, no way I’m going to let anyone hurt her.”
“They’ll also have me to deal with,” Harry reminded them. “Midget or not,” and with this he cast a stern glare at Jake, “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt my family.”
“I believe that message has been received loud and clear,” Dumbledore said with no hint of amusement. He really wasn’t happy with the way things were progressing so far. Apparently he had underestimated the fierce loyalty Harry had for his pack, and his pack had for him.
“I love you,” Jenson whispered to Romy, as he released Harry so that he could wrap his daughter in a tight hug. Damon rather suddenly pulled a slightly surprised Harry into his arms to join Clayton there, a moment later. Once Jenson and Damon let them go, the three pups headed hesitantly for the large office door, glancing back at their guardians before leaving and closing the door behind them.
“Mr Danes, Mr Howard, good day to you both,” the headmaster said, in obvious dismissal. He was hoping to speak with Adam and Jennifer before they left, something he most definitely didn’t want to do in the presence of the two large werewolves.
“You’ll do well to leave them alone,” Jenson said in his most authoritative voice, turning on the headmaster.
“I don’t believe that you have any control over my actions, Mr Howard,” Dumbledore said. “I believe I said that you could go.”
“Whatever Harry means to you, leave him alone,” Damon said with a low growl and it was this that brought a smile to the headmaster’s lips.
“Harry will come to me soon enough,” the headmaster said, hardly able to contain his glee at the realisation that had just hit him. “Though I can’t be the one to tell you why, seeing as Harry hasn’t deemed you worthy of knowing. That is his business, of course, and I wouldn’t want to risk intruding on your ‘family’.”
“Whatever you have on Harry…” Damon started to threaten, but the headmaster cut him off with a wave of his hand and a shake of his head.
“Mr Danes, for a man that associates with a known fugitive you should be very careful with what you say,” Dumbledore warned sternly, leaning forward to peer at them pointedly over his desk, where he was still sat. “Or every single member of your… pack, could meet a rather… unfortunate end at the hands of the dementors. Now, I believe I said good day to you both.”
“You manipulative bastard,” Damon roared out, taking a few steps towards the headmaster, only to be halted by Jenson pressing a hand to his chest.
The Beta wore a murderous expression on his face but seemed to somehow be holding onto his temper better than Damon was. “We should leave,” Jenson said quietly through gritted teeth. “This will only make things worse, Damon,” he pointed out firmly when the other werewolf continued to stare at the headmaster with rage.
“You think I’m leaving my boys here with that… man!” Damon yelled, squaring up to the Beta wolf and gesturing to where Dumbledore was still sitting watching them calmly as though they were only mildly interesting.
“You think I’m any happier leaving Romy?” Jenson hissed. “Harry knows what he’s doing, at least I hope he does; we have to trust him.”
“Of course I trust Harry, it’s him I don’t trust,” Damon told him in hushed tones, gesturing to the headmaster.
“Mr Danes, I really must ask you to leave now,” Dumbledore said bluntly. Adam nodded his approval of this idea; he was not remotely comfortable being in the room with the… beasts.
“Hurt them and we will kill you,” Jenson said with a low warning growl to the headmaster, before turning to the Chester family. “That goes for you too,” he said to them as he ushered Damon rather forcefully towards the fireplace.
“You won’t keep me from Rosemary,” Jennifer said quickly, as the two men stepped up to the fireplace. “She’ll always be MY daughter,” she insisted.
Neither of the werewolves responded to that, their rage already at bursting point and knowing that it would do no good to argue with the woman. Throwing the floo powder and calling out the address, the two werewolves disappeared into the green flames.
“They’re vile,” Jennifer said, absolutely horrified, “and they have my baby girl!”
“If you’re interested I’ve made the appointment with the specialist we discussed,” Dumbledore said kindly. He was tiring of these muggles fairly quickly, Jennifer was practically hyperventilating, Jake seemed to be less than happy about the situation and Adam, well he had turned a rather violent shade of red in his anger.
“We’re interested,” Adam said firmly and Jennifer rewarded him with a relieved smile. Jake, however, looked pissed off.
“Dad!” he protested. “Why?” he whined; if they started talking with so called specialist who knew how much longer they would have to stay in this weird place, he just wanted to go home and for things to get back to normal.
“Because I am the head of this family, and I have made my decision,” he said. Dumbledore held back the victorious grin that threatened to emerge. Apparently the present of the werewolves in the office had been enough to rile up Adam into action. “But now, no offence Mr Dumbledore, but I have had quite enough of this magic nonsense for one day and I am taking my family back down to the village.”
“I’ll be in touch,” the headmaster said managing to put on a kind smile. Truthfully he had had quite enough of both werewolves and muggles for the day, in fact for the entire year if he were being honest with himself. He was rather glad when he was finally alone in his office again and quickly made the decision that this evening he would ask the house elves to bring him his dinner here to allow himself time to think.
FGHP
“I don’t feel right, leaving them like that,” Romy said as the three pups made their way to the great hall. A couple of house elves had appeared to return their bags to their rooms, however Harry had swiftly instructed them to take all three bags back to the Slytherin dormitory.
“Well it wasn’t as though they would ever have left before us,” Harry pointed out, “not with… those people there.”
“You can use their names, Harry,” Romy said with a roll of her eyes. “I am not going to completely break down upon hearing someone say Adam or Jennifer.”
“How about Jake?” Clayton queried with a growl. “Because that boy is a complete arsehole. I am not sure I can actually believe he is related to you.”
“Can we talk about something happier?” Romy asked.
“Like how I’m going to kill your brother?” Clayton suggested, a hundred and one delightfully painful ways to torture and kill Jake running through his mind, though none of them were really painful enough for the little shit.
“No Clayton!” Romy said disapprovingly, frowning at her pack brother.
“What did he even do to you?” Clayton asked, still desperate to know. It still grated on him that Harry knew and yet Romy still refused to tell him.
“I’m not telling you that, Clay… I can’t,” Romy said sadly. It had been so hard to tell Harry, she didn’t want to go over it with Clayton too; it was something that she didn’t want him to know about.
“Let’s change the subject,” Harry suggested, not wanting yet another couple to argue because of him, even a potential couple like Clay and Romy. “Like… what we’re going to have for dinner? I’m hoping we have ice cream sandwiches.”
“Fine,” Clayton said in a huff, “I’m hoping to eat brownies for dinner, and I’m not planning on wasting any space in my belly with ice cream today.”
“Why did we bring him here with us, Harry?” Romy asked with a roll of her eyes as she linked one arm through Harry’s and the other through Clay’s. There was no denying that she loved her two pack brothers immensely no matter how overprotective and ridiculously stupid they were.
“So I can be your knight in shining armour, saving you from all the evil doers and those that would try to steal your virtue,” Clayton said with a happy smile on his face, the distraction clearly having worked on him as the murderous thoughts were no longer going through his head.
“Last time I checked you were pretty much the only one trying to steal my so called virtue. And besides, you hyper gives me enough of a headache as it is, without imagining how bad it would be if you were clanking around in full knight’s armour as well,” she said smiling at him fondly.
“No imagination required,” Clayton told her with a teasing grin, “this school is full of suits of armour. I am sure I could borrow one for a little while.”
“Please don’t,” Romy pleaded, the thought was near enough horrifying to her. She could only imagine the amount of detentions he would get for doing such a thing.
“How about we save that for next weekend?” Harry suggested. “I was mildly hopeful we might manage to get through what is left of today without adding to your already impressive detention list.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Clay agreed, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting slightly. Harry just rolled his eyes and, although there was no-one else in the Great Hall yet, unlinked his arm from Romy and he headed off ahead of his two friends towards the Slytherin table, needing a moment to get himself together. Thoughts of Fenrir were plaguing him and it was taking all of his reserve not to just go back to the clearing and try and fix whatever had happened between the two of them. He was at the point where he didn’t even care whose fault it had been, he just wanted things to be okay.
“You aren’t really going to get all hyper on brownies are you?” Romy asked Clayton in a hushed whisper while Harry’s was far enough away from the two of them that he wouldn’t hear what they were saying. “Honestly, I’m not sure I can handle that at the moment and I’m also pretty sure that, despite the brave face he is putting on, Harry wouldn’t be able to either.”
“Yeah, don’t worry,” Clay told her, with a gentle smile and a squeeze of her hand. “Despite all appearances I am not actually a complete emotionally stunted jerk, I just wanted to distract him with a bit of our witty banter,” he told her with a suggestive wink before picking up the pace to catch up with his best friend.
Romy actually stopped walking for a moment to stare after her cousin in surprise. There were moments like this one where she really believed there just might be more going on in that head of his than he actually let on, and he certainly had a good heart, even if it didn’t always come out in his actions in the best ways. Smiling in spite of herself, she shook her head in mild disbelief and followed after her pack brothers, towards where Clay was taking a seat next to Harry.
Harry was looking a little lost with a far off, glazed look in his eyes as if he were lost in his thoughts. It seemed that, despite Clay’s best efforts, Harry was still dwelling on everything that had happened that day; not that Romy blamed him in the slightest, it was haunting her too. It had been another emotionally draining day, something that was happening far too often and didn’t appear to be letting up any time soon.
She could see that he was struggling not to cry and it probably wasn’t being helped any by the fact that they were all a little sleep deprived thanks to the full moon and the surprisingly long day they'd had. She had a fair few questions regarding the argument that the Alpha pair had had but she was reluctant to push Harry on the matter and even Clayton seemed to be avoiding the subject.
“I know that we shouldn’t…” Harry began, he had been so lost in his own thoughts that he had surprised even himself when he had actually spoken the words aloud, though his voice was rather quiet still.
“Uh oh, this doesn’t sound good,” Romy said with a frown, looking at Harry with concern. When sentences started like that she knew that nothing good was going to happen as a result, especially not when Harry and Clayton were involved.
“Sounds like fun,” Clayton said with a grin. “Anything that starts with ‘we shouldn’t’ is always fun,” he added.
“I was just thinking that we shouldn’t but could we just ask one of the house elves for sandwiches and go to bed because I don’t feel much like being around people.” Harry told them, his emotions right now were almost as if they were attempting to drown him, it was a struggle even to breathe and there was no way he wanted to deal with curious people and stupid questions.
“You’re right, we shouldn’t,” Romy said with a frown as she looked at Harry and how tired and lost he seemed to look. “Though I do see the appeal.”
“Then why don’t we?” Clay asked, never one to think things over practically. He wasn’t any keener to be around people right now either. Despite the way they had departed the pack and the clearing he was still on a high from the transformation the night before and seeing those that he cared about after being separated for two weeks. He didn’t really want to ruin it by having dinner in the Great Hall this evening.
“Because we’ve been gone all weekend,” Romy reminded them. “We need to put in an appearance, even if it is only briefly,” she reasoned.
“So what, let them wonder,” Clayton said, not caring what anyone thought about them; he was more than happy to go to bed now, especially if that meant sharing with Romy and Harry, he was bone tired and wanted it to be just the three of them for one more night.
“Romy’s right,” Harry said with resound sigh, “we should stay, at least for a little while; the last thing we need is more rumours or people talking about us.”
“Okay, fine,” Clayton agreed, though he kind of wished that they weren’t there so early because the wait for food was making him feel even hungrier.
However, judging by the fact that some of the other students were starting to slowly shuffle in they wouldn’t be waiting for very much longer. It took maybe another five minutes before they were being joined by Draco, Daphne and Astoria.
“So I assume you still aren’t going to tell me where you have been all weekend,” Astoria said as she took the seat next to Romy. Daphne scowled at her little sister, and Astoria just shrugged with indifference. “Anyway, I’m glad your back; a weekend spent largely in the library doing homework with my sister is not exactly my idea of a good time. Sorry you missed Hogsmeade though.”
“When is the next Hogsmeade weekend, out of curiosity?” Romy asked, thinking that it would be nice to see her parents and other pack members and also she knew that Harry might want to see the Alpha. She couldn’t imagine that Harry would go a full month without attempting to fix the argument they had had.
“Three weeks away,” Astoria said, “at least, sometimes it’s longer.”
“You’ll see him sooner than that,” Romy whispered, leaning close to Harry. “We’ll find a way.” Harry looked at her sadly, it never ceased to amaze him how well she could read him.
“I’m not sure I want to see him,” Harry said, sounding utterly miserable, slumping forward, resting his head on his forearms on the table so that he couldn’t see anyone.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked, surprising himself when he genuinely sounded concerned for his friend. Concern wasn’t something he tended to allow to anyone outside of his family and occasionally Daphne; occasionally.
Romy and Clayton exchanged concerned looks, unsure whether or not they should say anything. However, they were spared from that decision when an almost unintelligible mumble sounded from the general area of Harry’s head.
“I had a fight with my boyfriend,” he said, not bothering to lift his head up off the table. Daphne frowned at the upset teenager, not approving of his lack of decorum and manners, especially for a Slytherin.
“So you had a fight with… your boyfriend and you… I mean he didn’t… you survived?” Daphne asked, her mouth agape in shock at this.
Clayton snorted in amusement. “I’d be more concerned about Harry not surviving a romp in the forest with his boyfriend rather than an argument, given the size of his…”
“Clayton!” Romy said, cutting him off before he could say the word.
“What?” he asked with complete innocence, “it’s true, Fe- his boyfriend treasures him but when they get going…” he had just caught himself from saying the Alpha’s name, which previous experience had taught them would not be a good idea.
“Enough,” Romy said, sending her cousin a fierce glare. “Harry doesn’t need to hear this,” she reminded him and Clayton had the decency to look a little ashamed of himself. Harry still had his head on the table and was unmoving.
“Umm, hi Romy,” a shy voice said behind them; with the arrival of the Slytherins and all their conversation, they hadn’t noticed Colin approaching them and now he stood behind Romy looking nervously between them all as they turned to look at the person who had interrupted.
“What do you want?” Clayton growled, glaring at the little blond boy with enough venom that it could have easily killed him.
“I came to speak with Romy,” he said politely; though unsurprisingly, given the hostility, there was a definitely hint of nervousness in his expression and he seemed to be fighting the instinct to run away.
“What do you want, Colin?” Romy asked, with an impatient sigh. She really was too tired to be dealing either with very flattering but highly unwanted attention or Clayton’s irrational jealousy.
“I looked for you this weekend,” Colin said and genuinely sounded hurt that he hadn’t been able to find her.
Romy looked at him as if he were slightly mad. “I wasn’t here; family commitments,” she said, unsure of why Colin had come looking for her at all. It wasn’t like she had lead him on at all and said that she would go.
“But it was the Hogsmeade weekend,” Colin said, a little confused. Under the narrowed eyed gaze of Clayton he was beginning to get even more nervous than he had been upon first approaching them.
“Yeah…” Romy asked, her own confusion mounting.
“We were supposed to go together,” Colin said, sounding as if he had expected her to know this already but Romy had no recollection of agreeing to go anywhere with Colin, she just didn’t see him in that way.
“Erm… we were? Since when?” Romy asked over the low growl that Clayton had initiated upon the suggestion that his cousin and the love of his life would have agreed to go on a date with anyone that wasn’t him. Even Harry had lifted his head a little to see what was going on.
“You agreed…” Colin said, looking and sounding a little lost. He had heard her agree to go to Hogsmeade with him as their first official date, he knew that she had and he had been looking forward to it so much. He had even bought her flowers.
“I really don’t think I did. Sorry, Colin,” Romy said, giving him a sympathetic look to the young boy, “but I’m afraid you got the wrong idea.” She really didn’t want to hurt his feelings but he was going to have to get the message that she wasn’t interested because if he didn’t then it was highly likely that Clayton was going to rip his head off.
“Definitely got the wrong idea,” Harry told him, slightly amused at the situation despite his own misery. Watching Colin crash and burn like this was certainly helping improve his mood a little though.
“Completely the wrong fucking idea,” Clayton snarled. “Get lost.”
“Clayton!” Romy snapped; she didn’t like Colin’s suggestion either, but that didn’t mean they needed to be rude to him; it was just a misunderstanding. She also knew her cousin far too well and knew that he was very close to pouncing, which wouldn’t end well for either party involved.
“No, Romy,” Clayton snapped, “you agree to go and do whatever the fuck it was with this fuckwit and you won’t give me the time of day! I’m in love with you! I can’t stop you dating other people but I’m not going to sit here and let you parade them in front of me!”
It had been a long day and Clay had truly had enough of everything. Colin was just the final straw and he had lost it. Standing up, the eldest werewolf pup headed for the exit, fully intending on going to sleep in Gryffindor tower, away from the other two, just for the one night to give himself time to calm down.
“Clay!” Romy said, trying to call out to him, she even made the attempt to follow him but Harry put a hand on her arm to stop her and shook his head when she turned to look at him questioningly.
“I’ll talk to him tomorrow,” Harry said to her softly. Then, however, he turned to Colin, who was looking nothing short of petrified as he stood in front of Harry, who was glowering at him. “As for you, you had better fuck off right this second before I really give you something to whine about!”
Terrified and having had enough, Colin turned tail and ran, much to the amusement to the Slytherins who had been sat watching the rather amusing interaction. “So much for Gryffindor courage,” Pansy jeered as Colin retreated back to Gryffindor table.
“Hello, Harry,” another voice said, making Harry scowl.
“What is this, fucking Kings Cross Station,” Harry growled before turning to see Cedric Diggory standing behind him, looking a little awkward. “Oh, umm, sorry, hi Cedric.”
“Sorry,” Cedric said, realising that Harry was obviously not in the best of moods at the moment. “I saw your friend leaving and I wanted to make sure I caught you before you left too,” he explained.
“No, no, it’s fine…” Harry assured him, feeling a little bad for having taken his foul temper out of the head boy. “It’s just…”
“Not in the mood to chat?” Cedric asked, with a small understanding smile.
“Yeah, something like that,” Harry agreed, though he privately thought that that might be a serious understatement. “Can we just talk tomorrow or something?”
“Tomorrow it is,” Cedric said, and the head boy’s kind, understanding nature made Harry feel even worse for having snapped at him. At least it didn’t seem as though Cedric was upset at him at all and Harry promised himself that he would explain a little tomorrow when they spoke.
“Thanks,” Harry said and Cedric nodded before heading in the opposite direction. Romy waited just long enough for him to be out of earshot before leaning in close to Harry to whisper to him.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with multiple people having crushes on me,” she said with mild amusement, resting her head upon his shoulder.
“He doesn’t have a crush on me,” Harry said adamantly, glancing over his shoulder and watching Cedric returning to his friends. He really didn’t feel up to arguing the point again. “We’re friends, that is it,” he told them firmly, hoping they could just let it go for once.
“You keep telling yourself that,” Draco said with a smug knowing look in his eyes that made Harry want to throw something at him or scream.
“Screw this, I’m going to bed,” Harry declared suddenly, he was in a foul mood and the conversation was doing nothing to improve it. He knew if he stayed he was just going to end up snapping at the wrong person and end up making this terrible day even worse; and he was starting to think that wasn’t even possible.
“Want me to come or not?” Romy asked, unsure whether or not she’d be welcome.
“Only if you promise we can just not talk about anything more tonight,” Harry told her seriously, “I just can’t. I need to sleep,” he said running a hand over his face, and the weariness in his voice all but proved his point.
“Terms I can agree to, I think,” Romy told him. “Though I get to cuddle Baloo,” she added with a grin, linking her arm through his and nudging him playfully in an attempt to lighten his dour mood.
“Yeah, as long as I get to cuddle you instead then you have a deal,” Harry agreed, knowing that between having Romy close and the blankets from the territory he might even be able to close his eyes and pretend today never happened. He didn’t think it would really work but he was going to try; it would hardly help matters if he was too tired to think in class tomorrow.
“I’m no Alpha though,” Romy told him apologetically.
Harry scowled at her; he was glad she wasn’t the Alpha because he definitely didn’t want to be having cuddles with Fenrir at the moment, not while he was still so angry about everything that had been said and done. “I think you’ll be perfect,” he told her. “Let's just hope Clay doesn’t get jealous though,” he added with a wince, hoping that his best friend would at least be feeling a bit more rational tomorrow.
“You aren’t going to stay and eat something?” Draco asked as the tables filled with food. Harry looked at the sausages, mash and vegetables with disdain, not even hungry any more.
“I don’t think so,” Harry said, shaking his head. “This weekend… it was kinda draining, we’ll catch up tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure but you are okay right?” Draco asked, thinking it was a bit strange for them to have come and sat at the table to wait for dinner, only to leave when it finally arrived. He was certainly curious about what could have happened over the weekend, but he knew better than to ask in such a public place.
“Honestly…?” Harry asked with a sigh. “Not in the slightest.”
“I’m sorry…” Draco started to say, feeling definite concern for his friend.
“Not your fault,” Harry interrupted, shaking his head in dismissal of the blond’s apology. But he did look over to the empty chair where the headmaster would normally have sat. “But I do know who is to blame.”
Draco followed Harry’s eye line and scowled. “Yeah, well you don’t have to tell me how much that someone has to answer for.” Dumbledore wasn’t exactly topping the list of his favourite people.
“Come on,” Romy said, taking Harry’s hand as she got to her feet. “Let’s just go sleep, get a fresh start tomorrow.”
“Yeah, because I am sure one good night’s sleep will fix everything,” Harry grumbled sarcastically, though he did get to his feet. He knew he was being petulant, but he just couldn’t help it.
“Don’t go getting snippy with me, mister,” Romy told him sternly, crossing her arms over her chest. She was not about to let Harry start taking things out on her when she had been nothing but supportive; she didn’t think he meant to be that way towards her but she was going to put a stop to it before it could start.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, looking at his feet, genuine guilt upon his face. He really hadn’t meant to take it out of Romy of all people.
“Yeah, you had better be sorry,” Romy said fondly as she guided Harry out of the Great Hall. However, the two of them had only made it to the top of the staircase to head down to the dungeons when they ran into another unfriendly face.
“Out of the way, Zabini,” Romy snapped at the older boy. Harry and Clayton were not the only ones to have had a long and tiring day. Seeing Blaise was one step too far for the young werewolf, she had very little patience for him.
“Back off, girly,” Blaise sneered, his voice full of loathing hate. He had had a rather enjoyable weekend without Prince and his entourage around, he had been hopeful that they might decide to just not come back. He certainly wasn’t happy to see either of them right now when he was late for dinner.
“Don’t talk to her like that,” Harry said, stepping in front of her, wanting to protect her from the large teenager. They may have both been submissive and basically the same size but Harry still felt a valiant protectiveness over Romy. She was part of his family, like a little sister and the girl his best friend was head over heels in love with; like hell he was going to let anyone hurt her.
“Don’t start, Prince,” Blaise said angrily, stepping up close to Harry and deliberately towering over him. Prince and Danes might have gotten the better of him last time when they had ganged up against him before the weekend, but without his bigger best friend to back him up Blaise really didn’t think that Prince was that much of a threat.
“I’ve had a bad day Zabini, you don’t want to fuck with me,” Harry warned, he was more than happy to relieve his building stress levels on Zabini if the older teen didn’t back off pretty quickly.
“Oh you’ve had a bad day,” Blaise said with mocking. “So I shouldn’t do this?” he asked, giving Harry a shove.
“Do that again and you’re going to fucking regret it!” Harry said with a low growl of warning to his fellow Slytherin. There was only so much he could take after everything that had happened, he wasn’t about to take any shit from the likes of Blaise Zabini. He didn’t care how much taller Blaise was, Harry squared up to him regardless, meeting his eyes and glaring at him.
“Harry, don’t,” Romy pleaded; she hated Zabini too, but the other boy was a lot bigger than either of them and they were tired. Even though they were werewolves, that didn’t mean that Blaise couldn’t seriously hurt one or both of them; there was potential for this to get really bad, really quickly. There was no one coming to help them this time either, not like all the times before.
“Romy, back off,” Harry told her sternly, knowing what was coming. “I don’t want you hurt!” It would also be a lot more difficult to kick Blaise' arse if he had to worry about where Romy was at the same time.
Blaise pushed Harry again and that was it; the young werewolf lunged forward, his fingers curling in Blaise’s jumper as he pulled back his other hand and punched him in the jaw.
“Harry!” Romy cried out in alarm. “Stop this, he isn’t worth it!”
Breathing heavily Harry let go of Blaise’s jumper, letting him fall to the floor; a vicious smile on his face at the sound of the other Slytherin hitting the ground hard, knowing that it was bound to have hurt and that Blaise was going to have bruises from it, to match the one that was almost certainly going to start appearing on his jaw soon.
“I should kill you,” Harry hissed. “You’re lucky Romy’s here.”
“Don’t do me any favours you gay prick!” Blaise said with a tone of disgust, spitting the blood from his mouth onto Harry’s clothes.
“You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?” Harry raged going to hit the bastard again, but a hand on his arm made him hesitate.
“Harry, please, don’t,” Romy pleaded. “We can deal with him tomorrow.”
“Fine,” Harry grumbled, glaring at Blaise who had remained on the ground. “Just stay the fuck away from me and my family,” he warned, before stepping over him and heading off down the nearby stairs with Romy.
The moment that the two of them had turned their backs on Blaise, the offending Slytherin boy drew his wand; he wasn’t about to let them get away with disrespecting him anymore. Romy witnessed this, but only by chance, as she glanced over her shoulder and saw where Blaise was aiming his wand.
Realising what was happening, and knowing she didn’t even have time to draw her own wand, Romy stepped between Harry and the depulso charm that Blaise had cast; she had to protect the Alpha’s mate, it was the whole reason that she had been sent to Hogwarts.
The spell was not usually used as an offensive spell, but it did have a purpose. It was the opposite of the summoning charm and as it hit Romy in the back it sent her flying away from Blaise and, in the process, knocking into Harry. Romy went flying down the small flight of steps and ended up unconscious at the bottom.
Harry stumbled as a result of Romy colliding with him and hit his head on the archway at the top of the stairs, disorientating him and knocking him to the floor. He could hear the pleasant chatter coming from the Great Hall a short distance away but the doors were closed and no one could see them; no one was coming to help and he could see that Romy wasn’t moving.
Touching his head, Harry’s fingers came away wet and red. He felt dizzy, very light headed and couldn’t focus on anything. He started to panic a little when Blaise appeared, looming over him, a smug expression on his face.
“You think you’re so amazing, Prince, all powerful, untouchable,” he sneered. “Well I’m going to show you how wrong you are!”
“Fuck off, Blaise,” Harry groaned as he struggled to try and get to his feet, reaching out for the wall to help find his balance. He was pretty sure that one push from the Slytherin boy at the moment and he would go tumbling down the stairs and likely end up in an unconscious heap at the bottom next to Romy, but he wasn’t about to just sit there. He was so worried about her, but he could barely stand let alone get down the stairs to go check on her.
“Witty, Prince,” Blaise said with obvious amusement as he watched Harry’s rather feeble attempts to get up. “And you really think you are in any position to be speaking to me that way?” he asked, bending down slightly to look Harry in the eyes, a malicious glint there that made the young werewolf nervous about just how far Blaise might try to take things this time. Last time Blaise had assaulted him he hadn’t just suffered a serious head injury and he suspected he would not be nearly so well equipped for dealing with him at the moment.
Harry tried to turn away and move so that he wasn’t as close to Blaise anymore, but the other Slytherin grabbed a hold of a fist full of his hair, ensuring that he couldn’t go anywhere. It really was turning into the worst day possible. An argument with Fenrir, Romy having an argument with Clayton, snapping at Cedric, Romy unconscious at the bottom of the stairs and now whatever Blaise was trying to do.
The submissive wolf in him wanted to cry out for Fenrir, even knowing that he would never hear him or be able to come to help; and Harry cursed himself for the moment when he could actually listen to his submissive nature being when it was of no use to anyone.
He had to at least hold out long enough for the other Slytherins to finish their dinner and head this way back to the dormitories. Easy enough on a normal day, sure, but he was feeling sick and dizzy and was certain he didn’t even have the strength for the most basic of spells at the moment. Not to mention dinner hadn’t even been served when they left, he had no idea how long it might take before someone headed their way.
With the grip that Blaise had on his hair he didn’t think that he was going to last much longer and it was beginning to feel an awful lot like what Gideon had done to him all those months back. Thinking of that made him start to panic; he couldn’t go through that, not again.
Blaise watched on as Harry’s eyes went wide and panicked, staring off at nothing, his breathing coming in harsh gasps. For a moment Blaise thought they had been disturbed but when he turned to look where Harry was staring there was no one, they were still alone.
“What are you going to do to me?” Harry whimpered in terror, his eyes having a distant look about them.
Blaise frown in confusion because the question didn’t seemed to be directed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Prince?” he demanded; the boy seemed to be completely freaking out. “You’re such a freak,” he stated with disgust as he tugged on Harry’s hair again, but the boy barely reacted to him, still apparently frozen in fear by some unseen enemy.
“No…” Harry whispered as tears started falling down his face. “No… FENRIR! ALPHA!”
“That monster can’t help you now. You really are pathetic,” Blaise said, laughing at the clearly terrified werewolf in front of him. This was almost going to be too easy, he thought to himself as he pushed Harry backwards and watched as the boy put up no resistance, tumbling down step after step, until he lay motionless at the bottom about a foot from where Romy still lay.
FGHP
Clayton threw himself onto his barely used bed and stared up the ceiling. He couldn’t believe that they had been back less than an hour and already he had had a fight with Romy; even knowing that it was largely because it had been a stressful day and they were all tired didn’t actually make him feel any better about it.
At least there was currently no one else in the dormitory and he could probably ward himself behind his curtains for the night and apologise to Romy tomorrow after he was better rested. He kind of knew that Romy wasn’t actually interested in that Creevey bloke but that didn’t make it any less painful to see that he had competition for her affections.
Deciding that it would do no good to dwell on the horrible day it had turned out to be, Clay went to pull the curtain around his bed only to remember that his bag had been sent to Harry’s dormitory. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed.
He didn’t really want to face either Harry or Romy again tonight; he didn’t want to risk one of them saying something that they couldn’t take back, but most of his belongings were in that bag. Sighing, he pushed himself to his feet and headed back out of the dormitory, through the common room and down the grand staircase. He hoped that Harry and Romy would still be at dinner, then maybe he could sneak in and take his bag before they got there.
Trudging down several flights of stairs, Clayton was feeling more than a little foolish. He really didn’t want to face Romy again right now after his overreaction. Harry wouldn’t matter as much, they were best friends, they did stupid stuff all the time; but he was in love with Romy and had just shouted it out in front of everyone, he wasn’t going to be living that down any time soon.
Standing at the top of the marble staircase, Clay took a deep breath. There was still a riot of noise and conversation coming from the Great Hall and he was hopeful that his pack brother and sister would still be inside. It wasn’t until he reached the bottom of the staircase that he smelt the blood. Panic surged within him at the familiar scents woven in with the metallic twang that lingered in the air.
Looking around in a panic he spotted Romy, she was alone and unconscious at the bottom of the staircase to the Slytherin dungeons. Clayton almost fell down them himself in an attempt to reach her quickly. For a moment he thought that she might have been dead, it took him several moments to notice the steady rise and fall of her chest.
Despite being able to smell his best friend, Clayton could see no sign of him anywhere. Though there was the scent of one other that lingered on the air, mixing with the familiar scents of his fellow pack members. It was one that he easily recognised having spent a number of nights sharing a dormitory with the boy.
“Romy, please, wake up, I need you,” Clayton told her desperately, feeling a little hysterical. “You have to wake up and start bossing me around again because I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He found himself really wishing he had paid more attention to the few healing spells that his aunt had taught him, though he doubted any of them would help in this situation.
He was about to pick Romy up into his arms, when a sound reached his ears. He paused, holding very still and listening intently. And there it was again; that was Harry he was sure of it, even though it was muffled and distant; without his werewolf hearing he was sure that he would never have caught it but it was enough to tell him that his best friend was nearby. He also knew that there was no way that Harry would have left Romy there alone of his own accord.
Clayton mentally cursed, knowing he needed to make a choice and quickly, as he looked between Romy and the direction in which he knew Harry to be. He didn’t want to, but he already knew he was going to have to leave Romy there and go after his best friend. From the scents in the air he was fairly sure that Zabini was the only one involved in attacking his pack siblings, and it was likely that the Slytherin was still with Harry, which meant that Romy should be okay.
Placing a kiss on Romy’s forehead and whispering an apology he reluctantly got to his feet. Pulling his wand out of his back pocket he headed quickly off down the corridor, staying quiet so he could listen out for any noise that Harry might make. He could hear something but it didn’t sound like words and Clay picked up the pace.
He pushed open one of the doors, but it was dark and empty so he wasted no time before moving onto the next, but it wasn’t until the third one that he stopped and stared in horror as the door swung open.
The reason that what he had heard hadn’t sounded like words clear, now that he saw that Harry was lying face down on the floor and had been gagged with what looked to be a Slytherin tie; though Clayton neither knew, nor cared about, whether it was his own or Blaise’s. The other Slytherin was practically lying on top of Harry, who seemed to have been stripped from the waist down, his hand bound behind his back and pinned in place by Blaise.
Harry’s green, tear streaked and fearful eyes flicked to him, begging him for help as the submissive continued to fight the larger Slytherin boy’s attempts to restrain him. It was that that seemed to bring Clayton to Blaise’s attention, dark, enraged eyes turning to look at him, free hand on the clasp on his own trousers that he was attempting to undo.
“You BASTARD!” Clayton roared, charging forward and knocking Blaise sideways off of Harry onto his back on the floor. He could barely think for the rage that swept through him as he began to hit at every inch of the Slytherin he could reach. He was going to kill him for this.
Harry managed to roll over onto his back and sit up, despite his bound arms, and began to shuffle himself backwards towards a wall, and pulled his knees up to his chest. He was trembling all over and pulled desperately at his bindings to no avail; he could barely breath between the gag, his crying and his general state of shock.
He was going to be sick, it was just all too much, and he was on the verge of hyperventilating; he was desperate to get the tie out of his mouth not least because it was covered in Blaise’s scent. He brushed it against his knee and used his tongue and teeth to push it free, sobbing with relief as it slipped down out of his mouth and over his chin and hung loosely around his neck.
He couldn’t stop crying, but he could hear the sounds of punches being thrown, even though he couldn’t watch; he was sure that Clayton was actually going to kill Blaise for this and that was not something he wanted to see, so he buried his head in his knees and cried. He hated feeling so weak, but he just wanted Fenrir, he wanted his mate now and for this all to be over.
It hurt Harry deeply to think that Fenrir might not want to be there for him after the fight they had had earlier; the thought that he might be rejected caused him a terrible pain in his chest and he struggled to draw breath.
Blaise had touched him in places that only Fenrir had ever touched him before and it felt wrong, like he had betrayed his mate. Even though he knew, deep down, how illogical that was. It wasn’t helping that his mating mark on his neck felt… wrong, there was no other word for it; it sort of itched and felt uncomfortable, as though it was chastising him for the betrayal.
The sounds of the fight, Blaise’s cries of pain and Clayton’s screams of rage, seemed to fill the room, and made it all feel more real; it was a kind of reality that Harry felt the need to escape from. “Clay…” he called out through his tears, his voice muffled as his face was still buried against his knees. “Clay! I want to go home.”
The room fell quiet at that, apart from the groans and whimpers that Blaise was making that told Harry that the other Slytherin was still alive and he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. And then he could hear footsteps and it was only being able to smell that it was Clayton that kept him from freaking out.
“Harry?” he said hesitantly as he crouched down in front of his best friend. “Are you… okay?” he asked, already suspecting it was a stupid question but just hoping Harry wouldn’t lie to him about it.
“No,” Harry whispered and he peered up at Clay. “My hands, can you…”
“Shit, sorry,” Clay said quickly, moving to Harry’s side, reaching behind him and making quick work of releasing the ropes that Blaise had probably either transfigured or summoned. He honestly didn’t care which and threw them off towards the corner of the room, not wanting Harry to think about them a moment longer.
“Thank you,” Harry said quietly, hastily removing the gag that hung around his neck and throwing it off in the same direction as the ropes. He was still trembling as his mind played it all over and over again. “Romy…” he said suddenly, eyes going wide with alarm.
“Shit!” Clay exclaimed, angry at himself for having forgotten about how hurt she was in his rage at seeing what Zabini was trying to do to Harry. Clayton grabbed Harry’s mercifully intact jeans that Blaise had discarded. “Here,” he said, handing them over.
“Is he…?” Harry asked, as he looked over to where Blaise was now lying silent and unmoving.
“Dead?” Clayton finished for him. “Not yet,” he growled. He still was half tempted to finish him off but his first priorities were Harry and Romy, and now that his initial rage was fading to furious anger he could see that. “I’m going to get Romy, I will be back in two minutes at the most,” he promised, reluctant to leave Harry but his best friend nodded and pulled out his wand just in case.
Getting to his feet and glancing at Harry again to make sure he was relatively okay, and then to Zabini to ensure he was still out cold, he headed to the door. For a split second after he was out into the corridor he almost panicked when he saw that Romy was not where he had left her; but then his brain registered what he was seeing and he rushed forward to catch his pack sister as she tried to stumble her way along the corridor using the wall for support.
“Harry,” she gasped out, as Clayton swept her up into his arms.
“...Is physically fine, I got to him in time,” he assured her, and decided to leave the ‘only just’ unsaid. “He’s pretty shaken up though,” he admitted.
“And Blaise?” she questioned hesitantly, unsure if she really wanted to know the answer to that question.
“Will be wishing he could have remain unconscious when he eventually does wake up,” Clayton said with a growl.
“Romy,” Harry gasped out with relief as Clay returned with her. He had taken the moment his best friend had been gone to pull his jeans back on and he did feel a little better already for being covered up again, even if his whole body was still trembling.
“Harry,” she replied, wriggling out of Clay’s arms and all but falling into the hug Harry offered. The moment her arms wrapped around him, Harry’s head fell onto her shoulder and he cried in earnest.
Clayton remained where he was, not sure if his best friend would appreciate having someone else in the embrace, given what he had just been through. But then Harry looked up at him, holding out a hand, and Clay understood the request, so he took the few steps towards them and embraced them both in his arms.
FGHP
A deafening, gut wrenching roar tore through the clearing, shattering the calm and putting everyone on high alert. They had all been going about their business, the Alpha having disappeared off into the forest when the others had returned from dropping the pups off at school.
Every pack member in the clearing turned to look as Fenrir stormed back into their home, declaring rather loudly that he was going to the school. Alarmed and even a little scared by this Jenson stood up to stop him.
“My Alpha,” he began, “you can’t… Harry wouldn’t want…”
“Someone else is touching him!” the Alpha growled rather viciously, the mating mark upon his neck was reacting badly and although he had never had one before he knew what it meant. He didn’t know if Harry was letting someone touch him willingly or not but either way whoever was touching his mate had to die and then Harry would be dealt with accordingly. As a dominant male and Alpha to the pack he wouldn’t let it stand that his mate was potentially being unfaithful to him.

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