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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 41 – Repercussions
“I’M GOING!” Fenrir roared. He had let Harry leave, despite his gut telling him not to, and he already regretted that decision. His mating mark was telling him all he needed to know right now, that someone was touching Harry in ways that only he was allowed to. He had been unsure about letting Harry mark him, but he was glad for the connection now, even if it was telling him something so detestable.
“No,” Damon said calmly, trying to keep his head despite his concern for Harry. He couldn’t let his best friend go to Hogwarts, it would be a disaster whether Harry was in danger or not. “You can’t go,” he insisted. If Fenrir went to the school it wasn’t going to end well and Damon needed to protect the Alpha for his own sake and for Harry too who would not cope well with his mate being thrown in Azkaban.
“I’ll go,” Jenson suggested, knowing that they needed to get to Harry and find answers as soon as physically possible. “I’ll go now, take Damon with me and we will report back to you the second we know anything.”
“He’s my mate,” the Alpha yelled in fury, hating how helpless he was feeling in this whole situation. Thoughts of his mate with someone else were running through his mind and it brought out the worst in him, thinking that Harry could do that.
“And he is our family too,” Damon pointed out firmly. “Do you think I would let anyone hurt him?” Fenrir stalled at this. He had been so preoccupied with the thought that Harry might have been cheating on him that he hadn’t stopped to think of the alternative.
“We can stand here and debate this or we can go,” Jenson told him. “I am sorry, my Alpha, but it is really best that you let us go in your place. If you turn up there it will be all about you and who you are; if Damon goes then he has every right to demand to see Harry right away.”
“He has no more right than me!” Fenrir growled, his fists clenching. Now that he thought that Harry might be hurt, it made him want to get to him all the more. If someone was hurting his mate, touching him against his will then he was going to use every ounce of his strength to kill them with his bare hands.
“Fine, then go, get arrested; get no closer to Harry than you are now!” Damon snapped, realising that they were wasting time. All he could think about was his own son. If Harry was hurt then where was Clayton? What had happened to him because he knew that Clay would never let anything happen to Harry while he still had breath in his body?
Fenrir let out a roar of fury because he knew they were right, turning around and clenching and unclenching his fists; he wanted to hit something, preferably whoever it was who was touching Harry. Every member of his pack reared back from him, terrified of his anger, though they knew that unless they deserved it he would never lash out at them.
“Go, just go,” Callie said, before dropping her voice to a whisper. “Go make sure Harry is safe, because I don’t think there is any way he would willingly let anyone touch him but Fenrir,” she said, wanting to make sure that both her brother and mate realised how potentially serious and urgent the situation Harry was in might be. Her concern for Romy was making her already unsettled stomach worse. She had vomited up almost everything she had eaten today and this was not helping matters in the slightest; she needed to make sure her daughter was okay.
Fenrir might not have been in his right mind to realise that Harry would never cheat on him but Callie could see it plain as day. Fenrir had had doubts in his mind, sure that others would desire his little mate, since Harry had first left for Hogwarts; feeling his mark like this was just too much for his short fuse and violent temper.
“We’ll hurry,” Jenson promised, placing a quick kiss on his mate’s lips before hurrying after Damon who was already heading towards the apparition point, fear for Harry filling his body with adrenaline. Micha watched him leave, hating that his mate hadn’t stopped to consider him for a second before leaving. He wasn’t stupid, or needy, but it hurt a little that Damon left without so much as a kiss goodbye.
Another roar of rage from the Alpha made Jenson pick up the pace and he found himself desperately hoping that Harry, Clay and Romy were all okay, because as much as he didn’t think that Harry would cheat on Fenrir, he didn’t think that Clay or Romy would leave Harry unprotected either. It was putting some terrible thoughts into his head that he had to find answers too.
FGHP
Harry was still shaking from shock when he entered the medical wing with Clay next to him, a supportive arm wrapped around him. Romy was on his other side, looking a little unsteady on her feet despite her insistence that she was fine. Of course, Harry was saying he was fine too and Clayton was not believing either of them and had been very determined that they visit the medical wing.
“What in Merlin’s name…?” Pomfrey cried out at the sight of the three of them, from where she was stood making up one of the beds at the far end of the ward. “Honestly, you have been back a few hours and here already,” she said rhetorically, her eyes narrowed in stern disapproval.
“You can skip the whole speech bit,” Harry said snappishly. “Tell Clayton that we are fine so he can stop worrying and then we will be out of your hair; then you can get back to making beds for your non-existent patients,” he told her. He knew he was being rude but the nurse’s dislike of them was practically radiating from her every pore and, after the day he had had, he wasn’t in any mood to listen to her judgements.
“I may not be one of your professors, Mr Prince, but I am still a member of staff at this school and you will speak to me with respect or else find your behaviour reported to your head of house,” she chastised with a pinched expression on her face as she headed along the room towards them.
“Yeah, yeah,” Clayton said dismissively, “we get it. Can you just check that they are okay now? Please,” he added, as he got both Harry and Romy to take seats on one of the beds closest to them. He was a little worried that one or both of them might pass out again.
“I shall need to know what happened,” Poppy told them, her expression stern.
“Not a chance,” Clay responded without hesitation. “You already think we’re to blame, so what’s the point?” he asked. He could see it in the way she looked at them, the way she spoke to them.
“Blaise will wake up eventually,” Romy whispered to him under her breath, not wanting the nurse to hear, but knowing that trying to hide what had happened would only make them look guilty of something. “He’ll tell his side of the story and I can guarantee he’ll blame everything on us,” she hissed, dreading to think what tall tale the Slytherin boy would come up with. “We should tell her.”
“Romy’s right,” Harry said softly, his hands still trembling a little. “We have to explain what happened.” Pomfrey nodded her approval at this but Harry just frowned at her and added, “just not to her.”
“Fine,” Clay agreed, not exactly happy about having the idea of having to explain themselves when it had been them who had been attacked and assaulted but he could see that Harry and Romy had a point. “But if not her then who?” he asked, wondering who Harry had in mind.
“The headmaster,” Harry said with a grimace before turning to the nurse; he really didn’t want to talk to Dumbledore, but he stood a darn sight more chance of keeping control of things if he spoke to Dumbledore directly than if the story was given to the old man second hand. “Summon the headmaster,” he said to Madam Pomfrey, “and we’ll tell him what happened; all you need to know is that we were attacked.”
Poppy glowered at the three werewolves but, knowing how stubborn and headstrong they were, decided that when these three were involved, it was best just to call the headmaster. She indicated to the three beds along one wall before bustling off to her office to summon Albus.
The moment she was gone, Clayton removed his wand and joined the three beds together so that the three of them could share. After everything that had happened there was no way that they were going to be separated, not even into individual beds. They all wanted to go home but they knew that they couldn’t just leave no matter how tempting it was.
Romy was helped onto the bed first, her head spinning and her entire body aching. She was lucky that she was a witch and a werewolf because otherwise the fall down the stairs could have had a lot more serious consequences than a few scrapes and bruises with a possible concussion. Harry took her left side; he was also feeling a little discombobulated. He had hit his head quite badly and even though he couldn’t feel the pain of it he could feel that the blood had dried into his hair and on his skin.
The worst thing for Harry was that he could still feel Blaise’s hands on him and the fear that that had induced as the larger teenager had forcefully removed his trousers. It wasn’t helped by the fact that the mating mark on his neck still felt wrong. He wanted his mate there but then didn’t all at the same time. Just smelling him, knowing that he was close but keeping him at a distance would have been ideal but he couldn’t have that.
Clay was physically and mentally fine, beating the shit out of Zabini hadn’t even bruised his knuckles, the only thing that was wrong with him was the mass amount of guilt he was having to deal with. He should never have left Romy and Harry on their own. He had been tired, grumpy and witnessing Colin hitting on Romy had been too much for him to handle. He hated himself that his actions had hurt his pack siblings and as he clambered into the bed, taking up a position on Harry’s other side and encompassing both of them with one arm, he vowed that he would never let either of them out of his sight again.
FGHP
“Mr Danes, Mr Howard,” Dumbledore greeted with a rather cold expression. “To what do I owe this unexpected… pleasure,” he said, making it particularly clear that he was not exactly delighted by their sudden appearance in his office. It had after all been little more than a few hours since he had seen them last and they hadn’t left on the best of terms.
“Harry. We want to see him right away,” Damon said marching over to the desk where the headmaster was sat and thumping his hands down onto the wooden surface hard enough to knock the headmaster’s quill from where it was balanced in an ink pot.
“I am afraid that is not part of our arrangement, Mr Danes,” the headmaster responded calmly, knitting his fingers together and leaning back in his chair to look at the two large werewolves curiously, noting how agitated they both appeared to be. “I am quite certain that Harry will be just fine until the next full moon when…”
“Fuck that, we see him now,” Jenson growled, storming forward and only just restraining himself from dragging the headmaster from his chair by the front of his robes.
They didn’t want to listen to Dumbledore’s platitudes; there was no doubt that something was going on with Harry given Fenrir’s reaction and the way the Alpha had rubbed at the mark on his neck. He had heard stories of how paired mating marks could react to the sexual touches of someone who wasn’t their bonded mate, and he was sure that was what had happened.
Dumbledore showed little reaction, maintaining a façade of confidence it was difficult to feel when he had two such beasts all but threatening him, but he knew he had to keep control of the situation. “Mr Howard,” he said bluntly, “you have no rights with regards to…”
“He might not be entitled to demand to see Harry, but I am his legal guardian,” Damon interrupted. “You try and keep me from him, and I swear I will tear this school down and make sure you never get to so much as hear his name again.”
“Mr Danes…” Dumbledore started to say, but Damon wasn’t done yet.
“No,” the werewolf interrupted, “we all know you have some great plan. You need Harry for something,” Damon said, his voice quiet but harsh. “I have no idea what it is, but you are going to let me speak to him or, I mean it, we will take our pups and leave. By force if we have to.”
Dumbledore opened his mouth to protest again, but he was given a small respite when his floo once again turned green and the head of his school nurse appeared in the flames. Ignoring the two furious looking men in front of his desk, the headmaster got to his feet and went to stand in front of the fireplace. “Poppy,” he greeted, “I am rather busy. Is this a matter that can…?”
“I am sorry, Headmaster, but this can’t wait,” she said quickly, wanting to get back to the three young werewolves that she had momentarily left in her medical wing. “I have Mr Danes, Mr Prince and Miss Howard here and they are refusing to explain their injuries,” she informed him. “Mr Prince was quite insistent that they would explain the situation only to you.”
“That’s it,” Jenson said angrily, his already frayed nerves snapping at the mention of his daughter being potentially injured. “We see them now,” he all but yelled storming towards the door which they had watched the three pups disappear through earlier that day, Damon right behind him.
“We will be there shortly,” Dumbledore told the nurse, holding in the resigned sigh he wanted to let out. There would be little point in attempting to keep either of these men from the younger werewolves now that Poppy had all but confirmed that all three of them had come to her in need of medical attention. It was particularly curious, not to mention frustrating, that the two men had known that something was awry.
Poppy nodded her understanding and vanished from the flames a moment later, and so the headmaster turned to follow Mr Danes and Mr Howard, who were already through the door and in the corridors of his school.
FGHP
“Oh for Merlin’s sake, what are you three doing?” Poppy asked as she came out of her office and spotted the three werewolves cuddled up on the joined beds. “The headmaster is on his way, now separate these beds at once.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Clayton growled as his hold around his pack siblings tightened, unwilling to let them go. Poppy looked absolutely scandalised at what Clay had said and was momentarily rendered speechless, never expecting for a student to talk to her in such a way.
“Mr Danes!” Pomfrey exclaimed. “If you insist on using such disgusting language…”
“Oh shut up and treat us,” Clayton gripped, ready for this awful day to be over. “Romy first, she fell down some stairs!” he told the nurse angrily. He wanted to get the point across that they weren’t just there for the fun of it, they actually had serious injuries that needed her attention.
“No, Clay,” Romy interjected, shaking her head but immediately regretting it when it made her feel a little sick. It didn’t change her priorities though, her pack brother was the Alpha’s mate and they were supposed to keep him safe, that meant that they had to know he was okay before they could even think about worrying about themselves. “Harry first,” she insisted, “he was the one who was almost...”
“Don’t, Romy,” Harry interrupted hastily, his voice and eyes pleading with her. He didn’t want her to tell anyone, he didn’t want anyone to know that didn’t have to and it was going to be awful having to say it once, without having to see the nurse’s reaction.
“I’m sorry, Harry, but she has to know,” Romy said pointedly, though she kept her tone soft, she didn’t think that Harry needed to be lectured right now. “She needs to make sure that he didn’t…”
“He didn’t!” Harry said firmly, wanting to be very clear on this point. “Clay got to me in time,” he assured her.
“You should never have been left on your own in the first place,” Clayton said and he sounded so ashamed. “I’m never letting either of you out of my sight again, no matter how bad a day I’ve had.”
“Great, Clay,” Romy said snappishly. Her own protective instincts and feelings of failure were in overdrive, and she could well imagine that Clayton’s were even more so, but they couldn’t exactly spend every second of every day together. “Are you going to split yourself in half and go with each one of us?” she demanded to know. “Great plan!”
“Guys,” Harry said, sounding exhausted. “Not here,” he added motioning to Poppy who was watching them with confusion and curiosity.
Remembering that they weren’t alone and that Harry was right, this was definitely not the time for this conversation, Clayton turned to the nurse with a look of disdain on his face. “Come on, jump to it then,” he told her, “do your job.”
The nurse frowned deeply but pulled out her wand, waving it over Romy. The young girl might have wanted to have Harry checked over first, but Clayton was at least correct about how dangerous a fall down some stairs could be.
“Did you lose consciousness at all, Miss Howard?” the nurse asked curtly, as she cast a few diagnostic spells. The injuries were certainly consistent with a fall down some stairs, though more minor than she might have expected from any other student, but then she had seen the resilience of those with Lycanthropy before.
“Yes,” Romy admitted; she would never have let Blaise drag Harry away if she hadn’t. The guilt was eating at her, as though she should have fought harder to remain awake, even as her brain told her how ridiculous and impossible that was.
“And how exactly did you come to fall down the stairs?” the nurse asked. Admittedly she was curious; she couldn’t help but be suspicious of the two boys who seemed rather possessive of Romy, and was starting to wonder if they had had a hand in it somehow. Though her priority at the moment was to determine whether there was anything else that she needed to check for in terms of injuries.
“We already told you, we will talk to the headmaster only,” Clayton answered quickly for her, doing nothing to dispel Madam Pomfrey’s suspicions.
“It was a depulso,” Romy told her, glaring at Clayton for a moment, before looking back to the nurse. She didn’t like Madam Pomfrey or her attitude any more than her pack brothers but now that she was actually helping them there seemed little point in making things more difficult than they needed to be. “It was aimed at Harry but I stepped in front of it and it knocked me down the stairs.”
“Romy,” Harry chastised. He understood that they needed to be honest with the nurse about their injuries, but he thought they were on the same page with not telling the story until Dumbledore arrived.
“Well, I believe that there will be no lasting damage,” Pomfrey told Romy, “but you…”
A loud thud of the doors to the ward swinging open cut her off and they all turned as Jenson and Damon stormed into the room, Dumbledore trailing just a moment behind them.
“Romy!” Jenson exclaimed, pulling his daughter, who was already off the bed and across the room before the nurse could protest, into his arms.
Clayton was on his feet too, ignoring the spluttering of the school nurse, who clearly thought that they should remain where they were until she had at least ascertained the extent of their injuries.
“I swear I never meant to let them get hurt,” Clay said as Damon pulled him into a hug. “I’m so sorry, Dad, I failed, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” he rambled, burying his head against Damon’s shoulder so that they wouldn’t see that he was actually crying. The guilt just wouldn’t leave him alone and he couldn’t get the images of Romy unconscious and Harry underneath Blaise from his head.
“Shush,” Damon said gently, running his fingers through his son’s hair in comfort, in a way that he hadn’t done in several years. Clay was normally so strong and independent; seeing him like this, and given that Harry had yet to make any move to come to them, had him more worried than ever.
“Harry?” Jenson queried, equally worried by the submissive’s unresponsiveness, but Harry didn’t even seem to be able to look at them and was staring at his own hands in his lap.
“Honestly, will you all please sit down,” Madam Pomfrey said impatiently. “You at least, young lady,” she said, gesturing at Romy, “have a concussion, albeit a minor one. And I haven’t even had a chance to check you two over yet,” she chastised, looking between Harry and Clayton.
“What happened?” Damon demanded, needing to know how the three of them had ended up in the hospital wing in such a state, particularly considering they had only been back at school a few hours; it must have been a new record for them that they were already injured. Jenson appeared to be horrified that his daughter had a mild concussion, judging by the look on his face.
“I think we would all like an answer to that question,” Dumbledore said, looking between the pack members gathered in the ward suspiciously.
“Zabini,” Harry said quietly, turning all heads towards him. He had still failed to move from the bed, his mind whirling with dizzying thoughts that he couldn’t straighten out in his mind.
“Excuse me?” the headmaster questioned, not sure what exactly the named Slytherin boy had to do with any of this. He was of course aware that they didn’t get along but there wasn’t much that he could do on that matter.
“You asked me what happened,” Harry explained. “Blaise Zabini, he tried to hit me with a depulso.” This wasn’t the whole story of course but Harry was reluctant to go into it. He had readily agreed to it being just the headmaster but Poppy was still there trying to check over Clayton and now Damon and Jenson had appeared. He was feeling exposed and wanted to go home.
“Which I stepped in front of,” Romy told them, from where she was still leaning against her father. “I don’t really remember, but I think I bumped into Harry as I fell?” she told them, looking to Harry for confirmation.
“I hit my head on the archway, I think,” Harry told them after a nod to confirm what Romy was saying, and Madam Pomfrey, having given up trying to look at Clayton, began casting the same diagnostic charms on him that she had on Romy. “But it is all confused after that, I know Blaise was there, but I thought I was in the woods too, and…” Harry trailed off, unsure how his memories had got so muddled with what had happened all those months ago with Gideon’s pack of strays.
“Can you confirm this, Mr Danes?” Dumbledore asked, looking to the Gryffindor boy who was being unusually quiet as Romy and Harry told them what happened.
“No,” Clayton said looking even more ashamed. “I’d gone to bed in Gryffindor tower when I realised my bag was in the Slytherin dormitories. I went to get it and I found Romy unconscious at the bottom of the stairs to the dungeon. When I went down, I heard…”
“Clay...” Harry whispered, interrupting his best friend, giving him a look and simply shaking his head. He couldn’t go through this, it was too much for him when all he wanted was his home and his family.
“Harry,” Damon began gently, “you know that we can smell him on you.”
There was a sharp intake of breath from Harry as Damon and Jenson surveyed the male submissive, trying not to look too horrified. They didn’t need to be as smart as Lukas to be able to figure out what had happened. Both of them were rather glad now that Fenrir had stayed behind because it was highly possible that the Zabini boy wouldn’t survived the night otherwise.
“I found Zabini attacking Harry,” Clayton said before Harry could stop him. However, Clay’s explanation was more for Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey as the others could all figure out fairly accurately what had happened.
Having a sudden realisation, Romy quickly jumped into action. “I came round fairly quickly and followed after Clay,” she said, bending the truth a little. “When we found him with Harry, we both kinda lost it.”
Both Jenson and Damon could see plain as day that this wasn’t exactly true, they both knew their pups very well after all. Clayton had very quickly cottoned on after she had shot him a knowing look. Harry on the other hand remained quiet, not wanting to contribute to the conversation and realising that he was powerless to stop the explanation.
“And where is Mr Zabini now?” Dumbledore asked and he found himself rather fearful of the answer that was going to come, knowing exactly the lengths that werewolves would go to protect their own.
“Where we left him,” Clay said with a shrug. “Doubt he’d be able to go anywhere after what I… we did to him.”
“And where precisely might that be, Mr Danes?” Dumbledore asked tersely, fairly sure that they needed to get someone to Blaise as soon as possible.
Clayton shrugged. “Somewhere in the dungeons.” He didn’t care if Blaise lived or died, he certainly wasn’t going to help him survive.
“A classroom not far from the stairs near the Great Hall that go down to the dungeons,” Romy told them, as much to prove that she had been there as to actually help them locate the boy.
“Their injuries are all minor on these three, Albus,” Poppy told him. “Though Prince has a number of glamours on him, they don’t cover any serious injuries. Perhaps I should go and attempt to locate Mr Zabini,” she suggested.

“I think that would be advisable, thank you, Poppy,” Dumbledore said with a nod of his head, not at all sorry for a chance to question the werewolves further without anyone else around. “So, Harry, perhaps you can tell us what you did to provoke such an attack,” he asked calmly once Madam Pomfrey had gone.
“How dare you!” Clayton raged, Damon holding back his son before he pounced upon the headmaster in a fit of rage. “That prick tries to rape him and you accuse Harry of provoking it!”
“Rape?” Dumbledore questioned. “That is a very serious accusation, Mr Danes.”
“No shit,” Clayton retorted with a roll of his eyes, relaxing into his father’s tight hold around his body, knowing that he wouldn’t be going anywhere if Damon didn’t want him to.
“You have to tell him, Harry,” Romy said gently, looking at the male submissive pleadingly from the arms of Jenson, who was holding on to his daughter tightly.
Harry, however, shook his head; he just couldn’t do it. Even thinking about it made him remember that night in the forest with Gideon and the other strays, and how close they had come to doing the same thing. There had been so many of them. Blaise was just one person, a wizard and Harry had allowed himself to be overpowered by him.
“If you don’t, Harry, then they will let that bastard stay here and you know he will just try it again,” Clayton told him. “I covered for you last time because that was what you wanted, because I didn’t think it would happen again, but guess what, it did.”
“Last time?” Damon questioned with a look of dawning horror.
“Nothing happened, I’m fine,” Harry insisted, pulling his knees up to his chest. “I fought him off, it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters,” Romy said softly, detaching herself from Jenson and clambering back onto the bed, kneeling next to him. “Harry, Clay’s right, this has to end now, you can’t let him just get away with this. You don’t have to talk about what happened, but at least give us a nod to confirm that what Clay said is true.”
Harry looked up at her slowly, his eyes ringed red from the tears he had tried to hold back. He just wanted to forget it ever happened, but he wouldn’t feel safe at Hogwarts while Blaise was still there; he wasn’t even sure he would feel safe if he wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to let that one bastard boy ruin everything. He still had to be here to help his Dad, to get the answers he needed, but right now he just wanted never to see Blaise again, and to go home.
He took a deep breath and turned to Dumbledore, steeling himself with determination. “Blaise Zabini tried to…” he paused to force the word passed his lips, “... rape me. Twice,” he added before turning to Damon and Jenson. “I don’t want to be here when she brings him here.”
“We’re taking you home,” Jenson said sternly.
“Now, I really think…” Dumbledore started to say.
“I really don’t give a fuck what you think,” Jenson interrupted. “We’re taking them home. You can talk to this Zabini boy and do whatever you think you need to. When he is gone from the school then we will consider letting them return.”
“I will let you know if Mr Danes and Miss Howard will be allowed to return,” Dumbledore said bluntly. “They have seemingly committed a very serious assault upon a fellow student. AND…” he went on, when several of the werewolves looked like they had something to say about that accusation, “... no matter their reasoning, this is a matter I will have to consider very seriously.”
“Do what you have to do,” Damon agreed, “but the pups come home with us now.”
“You might want to keep in mind that Harry will not be returning without us,” Romy pointed out to the headmaster, glaring at him without any hint of reservation.
“Goes without saying,” Clayton said; though he was, as always, amazed by the strength Romy had shown today. “But then the old coot knows that,” he added with a glare at the headmaster, “he doesn’t want us here at all. Only puts up with us so he can get to Harry.”
“Clayton,” Harry said in a warning tone. As true as they all knew it was, it was a delicate game that he and the headmaster were playing and his best friend’s accusations could complicate matters, even if they were said with the best of intentions. “We need our things,” he said, to change the subject, “our bags are in the Slytherin dorm.” There was no way he was going home without Baloo, because he was planning to curl up with his stuffed bear and Alpha scented blankets for the rest of the evening and try to wish it all away.
Dumbledore thought that the werewolves going home for now was probably for the best while he tried to figure out what to do about this whole mess. He would hear Zabini out, though it was clear that whatever the Slytherin boy told him he would have to expel the boy, innocent or not; Harry was simply too important. He had yet to make a decision regarding Romy and Clayton though.
He summoned a house elf, one of the hundreds that were in his employ, and instructed it to retrieve the bags that Harry had requested thinking that it was probably better if the werewolves were not around when Poppy returned with Blaise. He was aware that he probably didn’t have long and needed them gone as soon as possible so he could begin to deal with this whole mess.
“Come on, Harry,” Romy said, taking his hand and leading him over to the others.
Harry was conflicted though; he wanted to go home, and he was glad that there had been no question about believing what had happened to him, but it would mean seeing Fenrir. It felt like a lifetime ago that they had argued and now part of him even wished that he could have just been a good submissive and done as ordered by his Alpha, but even as the thought went through his head he knew that that would never be who he was.
“You can use the floo in Poppy’s office,” Dumbledore told them as soon as the house elf returned and handed the bags to Jenson. The headmaster directed them towards the back of the ward and he was glad he had suggested that rather than escorting them back to his office via the main doors to the medical wing, because at that moment a rather panicked looking Poppy returned, levitating Blaise on a stretcher.
Harry looked over in that direction and moved closer to Damon before he even had time to process what he was doing.
“Bastard,” Damon roared, upon noticing how even the vague sight of the boy had distressed Harry. He turned, with every intention of ending the Zabini kid; no one touched one of their pups and got away with it.
Jenson, however, had seen this coming and put an arm out to stop Damon from doing something that he would later regret. They needed to leave because Clayton too was looking like he wanted to finish what he started. Taking up his most authoritative voice and enforcing his pack status as Beta wolf he ordered them all into the small office of the nurse and over to the fireplace.
It was with a great reluctance that Damon ushered Clayton and Harry out of the main ward and away from Blaise. The young submissive had put himself as close as physically possible to Damon’s side and was showing no sign of moving away any time soon.
FGHP
When Jenson, Damon, Clayton, Romy and Harry fell out of the floo into Lukas’ house it was empty. For this Jenson was rather grateful; he had no intention of taking the pups back to the clearing straight away, first he needed to sort out a few things and ensure that Fenrir wouldn’t disappear for a few hours resulting the Zabini boy turn up dead in a ditch somewhere in a worse state than Harlan.
Right now Jenson needed to make sure that all traces of the Blaise boy was scrubbed off Harry and his clothes were changed so that when the Alpha saw him again he wouldn’t fly off the handle. He already knew that something untoward had happened, he didn’t need to be smelling the scent of the one responsible.
“Harry, go upstairs and shower, change your clothes,” Jenson instructed as he handed Harry his backpack, which the teenager took, though looking fearful and shaking his head. He just didn’t want to be on his own right now.
“I’ll come with you if you like,” Romy offered, though her Dad didn’t exactly look happy about this but he was quickly realising that Harry wasn’t going to be in a fit state to be doing anything right now. He had barely spoken two words to them since they had arrived, a certain sign that something wasn’t right.
“I know you just want to go home, little one, but you need to do this,” Damon said gently, cottoning on to the reason why Jenson was requesting that he do this. “We can smell the other boy on you right now and Fenrir’s nose is more acute than ours, this is something you need to do. Do you understand?”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest defensively, knowing that they were right that there was no way that Fenrir wouldn’t instantly smell Blaise on him; the idea that even the Slytherin boys scent was on him churned his stomach but equally the idea of stripping off and getting in a shower sounded terrifying.
“I want Lukas,” he said, his voice almost a whisper, remembering how he had helped him after everything Gideon and the strays had put him through.
“He isn’t here, Harry,” Jenson pointed out.
“I know that, I’m not stupid, but I need Lukas,” he said, fighting not to completely breakdown. “Preferably Micha too,” he added in a whisper.
“Harry...” Jenson sighed, thinking that it might not be possible to grant him this request, at least not without bringing the Alpha with them. There was no way that Fenrir was going to be kept at bay when he knew that his mate was within reaching distance.
“I’ll go and get them,” Damon said quickly. “I’ll take Clay and Romy back with me,” he said, knowing that Harry wasn’t going to feel safe or happy until he had what he needed.
“You can’t,” Jenson said adamantly, thinking that it was a suicide mission to go back to the clearing without taking Harry with them. Fenrir wasn’t in a good mood and returning without his mate was only going to worsen the situation. His mate was there and Jenson didn’t want her getting caught in the crossfire of the Alpha’s bad temper.
“Why?” Damon queried, looking to the Beta wolf with a frown. He couldn’t understand why Jenson would deny such a request. He was all for giving Harry whatever it was that he needed to recover.
“You know why,” Jenson said pointedly, giving Damon a look that made him realise why the Beta wolf was being so resistant to the idea.
“He’ll wait,” Damon said confidently.
“No he won’t,” Jenson said, getting rather snappy at the mere suggestion that anyone go back before it was time. He also didn’t want to get separated from Romy for any reason.
“Well he’ll have to,” Damon said, getting a little cross now. If Micha and Lukas were going to help Harry feel better after everything that he had been through then Damon was going to make sure that they were there for the little pup.
“If you take Clay and Romy back to the clearing there will be so many questions that you won’t be able to answer,” Jenson warned, not liking the tone in which Damon had spoken to him.
“The alternative is taking Harry to them,” Damon pointed out, “I think we can both agree that that would be worse.”
“Please, Jenson,” Harry said meeting the Beta’s eyes. He understood that it was going to complicate things with the Alpha but he couldn’t help what he felt. “At least you can tell him that I am… safe.” He had gone to say ‘okay’ but there wasn’t anything okay about how he felt at the moment.
“Fine,” Jenson conceded. “Romy, Clay, go with Damon. No-one tells Fenrir who did this,” he ordered, “let’s try to keep him from hunting the boy down, because as much as I think all of us would be happy to see him dead, that would likely only end up with Fenrir in Azkaban and the rest of us likely not far behind.”
Only once Damon had apparated away with Romy and Clay under each arm did Jenson sit Harry down on the sofa and kneel before him. He wanted to position himself lower than Harry so that the pup didn’t feel threatened or dominated over; he needed Harry to talk to him.
“I have a couple questions, is that okay?” Jenson asked, ensuring to keep his voice low and gentle. Harry nodded, though it was with hesitation that he did so. “In the hospital wing, you said that you thought you were in a wood, why?”
“The strays…” Harry said after a few moments, “their Alpha.” Jenson scowled a little at the answer, cursing his older brother for daring to hurt Harry like this.
“And this is the second time that Zabini tried to…” Jenson couldn’t say the word. He was a grown man, this very act had happened to his own daughter countless times because of his own brother and old pack and now it had almost happened to Harry on three different occasions and he still couldn’t bring himself to say the word.
“The first time he even didn’t get close,” Harry said softly, unable to look up and meet Jenson’s eyes. “Please don’t tell Fenrir, about the first time he tried, please. He already hates me, he’ll never look at me again if he finds out.”
“Calm down, little one,” Jenson said as Harry near enough worked himself into a panic, “Fenrir doesn’t hate you. He was all ready to come to the school the moment he realised that something wasn’t right with you but he couldn’t,”
“He knew?” Harry asked, looking up at the Beta with horror.
“Yes, there is a reason those mating marks aren’t taken lightly,” Jenson said softly, it was a huge effort on his part to remain calm. He didn't want to scare Harry any more by getting angry.
“Does that mean that he knows about the first time?” Harry asked fearfully, thinking that Fenrir might have known that he had been lying to him and make the already fragile relationship broken beyond repair.
“No, this is the first time he reacted like this, whatever happened the last time it wasn’t enough to trigger the reaction.” Harry nodded his understanding, tears brimming in his eyes and this time he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold them back.
FGHP
Fenrir was on his feet the moment he heard the crack of apparition, looking round, expecting to see Harry and finding only anger when only Damon, Clayton and Romy appeared to be there. The second they reached the territory, Romy was across the clearing and in her mother’s arms, Clay remained clinging to his Dad as a furious Alpha stormed towards them.
“Where is he?” Fenrir demanded to know, his voice laced with rage. His Beta wolf and mate were absent, he half suspected that Harry was cheating on him and now that he wasn’t there, apparently too scared to come home, that thought was amplified in his mind.
“He is safe,” Damon said quickly, holding his hands up in a gesture of surrender, realising that the Alpha was very much ready to attack at any given moment. “He is with Jenson at Lukas’ house, he was attacked but he’s fine. He is asking for Lukas and Micha.”
“I’m going,” the Alpha stated, going to step around his best friend. To hear his best friend say that his mate was attacked combined with the mating mark reacting the way that it had only meant one thing. He wanted to be with Harry, his little mate; he needed to know how bad it was.
“Wait! Fenrir, please,” Damon said grabbing the Alpha’s wrist and hoping he wouldn’t come to regret it. Fenrir did look furious, but waited none the less. “He is shaken and upset, combined with your argument this morning… He is going to be back here soon, I promise, but just let me take Micha and Lukas to him, because that is who he needs to make him feel safe right now.”
Fenrir scowled deeply. He hated that his mate would rely on anyone else to make him feel safe but on the other hand he did want Harry to be cared for, for him to get what he wanted, so he reluctantly nodded his head and grunted. “Fine, one hour or I’m going to him! Lukas! Micha! With Damon, now.”
“What’s going on?” Micha asked curiously as he came over to them at the barked order from the Alpha, Lukas just behind him, both looking curious as to what was going on. Micha had been a little reluctant about coming over as he hadn’t sorted things with Damon completely yet but it had been Alpha’s orders and it clearly involved Harry.
“Just come with me, trouble, Harry needs you,” Damon said, putting a hand on Micha’s back and directing him towards the apparition point. The contact was familiar and comforting but it wasn’t the usual level of cuddles that he had come to expect from his mate. “I’ll be back soon. Clay, just keep an eye on Romy and make sure Callie knows about her concussion, okay?”
“Will do, Dad,” Clay agreed, as he watched his father apparate away with Micha a moment later, Lukas disappearing after them a few seconds later. “He really will be okay,” Clay said, turning to the angry looking Alpha.
“What happened?” The Alpha demanded, rounding on the teenager.
“I think Harry will explain it better,” Clayton said hesitantly, he didn’t want to put his foot in it with his best friend by telling Fenrir something that Harry didn’t want him to know. “He was saying he wanted to come home though,” he told him with a sympathetic smile, “he wants to be here.”
Then quickly, before the Alpha could do or say anything else, he made his escape, heading over towards Romy and Callie, leaving Fenrir to glare at the apparition spot. He fully intended to do as Damon had told him and ensure that Romy was taken care of and he wasn’t going to leave her side for a second.
FGHP
There was a pop of apparition and it made Harry jump, startling him enough to stop his crying for a moment, but the second he saw who it was, he practically jumped to his feet and threw himself into Micha’s arms. At which point he couldn’t help bursting into tears again, which took the older submissive by complete surprise but he quickly wrapped his arms around Harry, returning the embrace.
“The Alpha says we have an hour,” Damon told Jenson quietly so that Harry couldn’t hear them. “Was the best we were going to get and honestly, I am kind of surprised he even agreed to that much.”
Jenson nodded his understanding, as he watched over the two submissives and Lukas, the latter looking a bit awkward as though not sure what to do with himself, a supportive hand on Harry’s upper back.
“If you wanted more time to talk to me you could have just asked, Harry,” Lukas teased, glad when Harry managed a small, though rather half-hearted and tearful, smile. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, as Harry managed to reduce his crying to a few small sobs and stopped holding onto Micha quite so tightly.
“Not really,” Harry told him. “I need to go wash his scent off,” he explained.
“Okay, don’t worry,” Lukas told him firmly, starting to understand why he had been asked to come. He loved Harry of course, and he knew Harry loved him but he hadn’t been sure why it wasn’t Micha and Romy that Harry wanted. However, he supposed that it had been he who had helped Harry through that night after the strays had attacked him, had helped him get clean despite his fears. “Do you want Micha to come upstairs with us?” he asked, wanting to make this as easy for Harry as possible.
“Yes please,” he said, before turning to Damon. “Sorry, Damon, I’m going to be stealing all your Micha cuddles today,” he told him cheekily, though his voice was still a little shaky.
Damon stared at him for a moment, realising that the little submissive was well aware of the relationship between him and Micha. Though he was glad that Clay still seemed oblivious as far as he could tell and he suspected that Harry had enough sense not to say anything just yet. For now he was just glad to see that Harry was at least managing to be somewhat himself now that Micha and Lukas were there.
“Come on, little one,” Lukas said, “let’s clean you up.” Harry nodded his agreement. The fact that he could smell Blaise all over him was making him feel physically sick. The sooner that he was clean, the sooner he could go home and sleep.
FGHP
Draco returned from dinner and went to get a book from his trunk in the dormitory, intending to finish off some reading for an essay he had to write for later in the week, but he was rather surprised to see Harry’s bed empty and untouched. He frowned in thought, supposing that maybe they had sorted that forest classroom thing or found somewhere else to sleep; though, it did seem odd that Harry wouldn’t have mentioned it.
Of course, it wasn’t exactly any of his business, he supposed, and Harry was perfectly capable of deciding for himself where he was going to sleep; and he could hardly blame him for not wanting to share a room with Blaise, given the fight they had just before the weekend.
That thought had Draco frowning again though, as he realised he hadn’t seen Blaise at dinner. He hadn’t seen him all evening actually, which was a little strange; Blaise did keep to himself rather a lot, though he wasn’t usually one to skip meals, even if for no other reason that it was a good opportunity to eavesdrop of other people’s conversations and gather information that he could use to his advantage. It was hardly as though he was the only one though; it was probably, in truth, one of the reasons that the Slytherin attendance at meals was so high.
And as such, Draco couldn’t help but wonder if the absences of both boys were related. It wasn’t really his fight, he had done all he could to keep Blaise from stirring trouble, but it was likely that the older Slytherin wouldn’t let that stop him if Harry insulted his ego bad enough.
With a sigh, Draco headed back out of the room with the intention of checking the medical wing just in case. He wouldn’t be able to focus on his work anyway, until he had an answer as to what was going on. Daphne had asked where he was going, but he had brushed her off easily, saying there was something he had to check, and no-one else was foolish enough to try and stop or question him.
The walk to the medical wing was familiar to him, after the many years he had spent at the school, and he soon found himself pushing open the door carefully to peer inside the ward. It was mostly quiet inside but he could see the headmaster talking in hushed tones with Madam Pomfrey a little way down the room.
He pushed the door open a little further and he could see the person lying perfectly still on the bed closest to them. He knew his dorm mate well enough to recognise Blaise at first glance but the boy really was completely unmoving and he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had happened to him.
“Is he… alive?” Draco asked curiously as he stepped into the room. If pushed far enough he wouldn’t put it passed the young werewolves to actually kill someone, particularly if he hurt one of their own.
“You should not be here, Mr Malfoy,” Madam Pomfrey said, heading towards him with every intention of hurrying him out of the room.
“It seems he will live,” Dumbledore said, turning to watch Draco with a stern gaze. “Do you know anything about this?” he asked, peering over the top of his half moon spectacles.
“I just noticed that he missed dinner, so I thought I would check to see if he was here,” Draco told him, crossing his arms over his chest. He considered mentioning that Harry was not where he expected to find him either, but he had no idea if Harry was even involved and he certainly didn’t want to drop his friend in this if the headmaster remained oblivious to the contention between the two Slytherin boys.
“What can you tell me about Harry and Blaise?” Dumbledore questioned. Draco had been doing a rather marvellous job of making friends with Harry so far, he thought, and so surely he could be able to offer some insight.
“That Blaise probably had this coming, given how he has treated Harry,” Draco said bluntly.
“Mr Malfoy,” Madam Pomfrey chastised. “There is no excuse for someone to inflict such injuries.”
“Then, with all due respect, you’re an idiot, Ma’am,” Draco said, his tone and manner polite, in contrast to his words. It was unlikely that an attack on Blaise would have been unprovoked, though he could understand the urge to simply beat the crap out of him, not that he would ever sink to such tactics.
“That is quite enough, Mr Malfoy,” Dumbledore said angrily, not going to sit back and let Draco insult his loyal staff members.
“I agree,” Draco said, turning to leave. Though he paused at the door and looked back at Madam Pomfrey. “Do try not to let him die,” he said, with a glance at Blaise, “we would all be SO upset,” he said sarcastically, before striding out of the room, a smirk twitch at his lips when he heard the horrified gasp from the nurse just before the door swung shut behind him.
FGHP
“It’s time to go back, little one,” Jenson said as Harry re-entered the living room having washed with the help of Lukas and Micha, changed his clothing and left the offending clothes that smelt of Blaise in the bathroom upstairs. Harry would be thrilled if he never saw them again if he was honest with himself.
At the mention of going back to the territory, Harry looked a little panicky; even though the wash and change of clothes had seemingly done him the world of good, he still seemed a little reserved and not at all like himself. “Can’t I stay here, just for tonight?” he asked, looking to Jenson and Damon with wide pleading eyes.
“No, Fenrir will only come looking for you,” Damon said gently before Jenson could say anything. They both knew that this was true; the Alpha had given them an hour and they were pushing their luck on that. If they didn’t head back soon Fenrir would be coming to them whether Harry wanted to see him or not.
“I don’t think… I’m not sure I can see him.” Harry said, his heart rate picking up as the panic truly started to set in. The thought of his mate touching him right now, it was enough to make his body want to shut down completely. Between their fight and what had happened with Blaise, Harry didn’t want Fenrir anywhere near him.
“Is it about the fight you had this afternoon?” Micha asked sympathetically. He knew how difficult it was and he could relate to what Harry was going through too. He went to stand close to the younger submissive, to let him know that he was there if he needed to simply be held.
“Partly,” Harry admitted, giving his fellow submissive a small smile as Micha came to join him, glad of the comfort that being close to Micha allowed him.
Damon gave a sigh. “You either have to face it or walk away, little one; he’s worried about you. You need to come back to the clearing tonight, even if you need some space from him,” the former Beta said giving Harry a sympathetic look.
Looking to the man at his side, Harry said, “Micha, don’t leave me, please.”
“Of course I won’t,” Micha said with a reassuring smile, linking their fingers together to give Harry a little strength, which was much needed.
“None of us will, we’re not going anywhere,” Lukas reassured him, he was rather fond of Harry and wasn’t going to let anyone hurt him. Not even Fenrir, who seemed to always have the best intentions where Harry was concerned; though it often seemed not to work out for the best.
“I don’t want him… I can’t talk to him tonight,” Harry said, cowering into Micha, trying desperately not to start crying again. He was exhausted and his eyes were stinging terribly with the need to sleep.
“Okay, that’s fine, little one, after everything that’s happened I’m sure we can force him to understand that,” Jenson said, not wanting to be the unreasonable one.
Harry nodded. “I know this is strange but can I have my blanket and Baloo from my bag please?” he asked.
Jenson gave him a strange look but nodded regardless, handing over the items. Harry took the blanket first and threw it around his shoulders, the moment he did this everyone realised why he wanted it, as it smelt so strongly of the Alpha male. Once he was wrapped up in the blanket, Harry took Baloo too and leant against Damon, drained of energy and just wanting to sleep.
“Come on, little one,” Jenson said, picking Harry up into his arms. The last thing they needed was for him to literally fall asleep on his feet and end up falling over and hurting himself, or something of the like, which he would definitely not put past the young submissive.
Harry protested for a moment; it was bad enough when Fenrir picked him up and carried him around but this was Jenson and he felt a little awkward about it. Though after a few seconds his tiredness won out and he rested his head on Jenson’s shoulder and focused on fighting to keep his eyes open.
Trusting the others to follow after them, Jenson apparated back to the territory, unsurprised when the first thing he saw was the Alpha heading towards them with Clay hot on his heels. Luckily Micha, Lukas and Damon all appeared next to them before Fenrir reached them and stepped forward like a guard, knowing that Harry wasn’t ready to be near the Alpha just yet.
As it happened, it had simply all proven too much and Harry was already losing his battle against sleep, his eyes falling closed and his breathing evening out as he relaxed in Jenson’s arms.
“He is exhausted, Alpha,” Lukas told Fenrir. The submissive had trembled and cried his way through the process of getting cleaned up and so, after the long day they had all had, it hardly seemed surprising that Harry hadn’t been able to stay awake any longer. They certainly didn’t want Fenrir trying to wake him up again now to try and get answers that Harry wouldn’t be ready to give.
“Please just let him sleep,” Micha requested, looking up at the Alpha with wide pleading purple eyes.
“Let me see him,” Fenrir said stubbornly, and they reluctantly moved aside realising that if they didn’t they were going to be forcefully moved. The Alpha stepped up to Jenson’s side and, with surprising gentleness, brushed Harry’s hair from his face. “He washed,” he stated. “I know why but I can still smell that scent on Clayton and Romy,” he explained, inhaling with a scowl on his face. “On Micha too,” he added.
“He’s been through enough today,” Damon said gently, causing Fenrir to growl at his friend in warning. It was mainly because the majority of what Harry had been through was because of him and he didn’t appreciate the reminder.
“We let him sleep,” Fenrir agreed. He was, for the moment, just mostly glad that Harry was safely back under his watchful eye and he realised that at some point Harry had removed his glamour, because his markings were back in place; though that might have simply happened when his little mate had fallen asleep.
Jenson nodded his agreement and, not wanting to push their luck, headed towards the Alpha’s hides, intending to lay Harry down there to sleep; the submissive might not want his mate close to him yet but, if the blanket was any indication, he wanted to be surrounded by Fenrir’s scent.
“Micha,” Harry mumbled gently, half awake, still clutching Baloo bear close to him.
“Right here, Harry,” Micha said, giving the Alpha an apologetic smile as he lay down next to Harry and linked their hands together, Baloo squished slightly between them.
“I know you don’t like how close they are,” Damon said, coming to stand next to his best friend, joining him in watching their two submissives curl up together. “But Harry really needs him right now.” He knew that they had already told the Alpha this many times, but Fenrir seemed to need to be reminded of these things because he was looking as though he was about to tear the two of them away from each other.
“You don’t understand,” Fenrir grunted.
“Don’t understand?” Damon asked, looking at his friend incredulously, checking that Clay was well out of earshot. “Did you forget whose mate it is that is currently cuddling up to yours? I think I understand perfectly well because I would much rather that Micha was in my arms than wrapped around Harry, believe me.”
“No,” Fenrir grunted, “someone else touched him.” Damon was right that he never liked it when Micha and Harry fell asleep together, but it was different this time, there was more to it and every instinct was telling him to keep everyone else away from his little mate.
“Not because he wanted them to though,” Damon reminded him; he was glad that he was right that Harry wouldn’t cheat on Fenrir, but that Harry had been forced to endure the unwanted advances of this Zabini boy still made him want to hit something.
“I don’t care,” Fenrir told him through clenched teeth, “he should be with me.” It wasn’t quite true, he knew; he was glad that Harry hadn’t betrayed him but there was just a different kind of pain in knowing what had happened to his little mate.
“They’ll be here a little while,” Damon assured him, “until that headmaster decides what he’s doing. You’d be proud of Clayton,” he added, looking towards where Clayton was talking with Callie and Romy, “from the brief glimpse I got of the young man who hurt Harry and Romy, he was in a bad way.”
“He should be dead,” the Alpha stated.
“He’s a fifteen year old boy,” Damon reminded him. His instinct had been to attack Zabini too, but he was glad that Jenson had stopped him; he wasn’t sure how he would have dealt with the guilt of killing him, even if there had been no other consequences.
“He hurt Harry,” Fenrir pointed out, looking at his best friend with a scowl on his face.
“Indeed,” Damon agreed with a sigh, “and, if it wasn’t for you having an excellent Beta who can keep his head, I probably would have ripped him limb from limb myself,” he admitted.
“It still might happen,” Fenrir told him. He certainly hadn’t ruled out the possibility of hunting down the boy and ending his life slowly and painfully.
“Fenrir, it really can’t,” Damon warned, giving the Alpha a sympathetic look. “I know this is all about protecting Harry and the pups, but how are you going to do that from Azkaban or if they give you the dementors kiss?” he questioned, hoping to make his best friend at least think about what was likely to happen if he actually ever did try to find and kill the boy. “Anyway, we made it very clear that none of them are going back until the boy is gone.”
“They aren’t going back,” Fenrir stated. There was no way he was letting Harry go back to that school now and, without Harry there, there was no reason for Clayton or Romy to go either. He hadn’t listened to his gut earlier that day when it had told him not to let his little mate return, and then this had happened.
“I think Harry is going to probably have something to say about that,” Damon told him, thinking that it was unlikely that Harry was going to surrender his chance to find the answers he needed about Severus and his birth parents so easily.
“They aren’t going back,” the Alpha repeated.
“Not for at least a few days, that much I’m sure of,” Damon agreed, realising that he wasn’t going to convince the Alpha to let them return given the current state of things; not that he was liking the idea of them going back either. “There will be plenty of time for you and Harry to work things out before then.”
Fenrir grunted in agreement, hating that there was even a possibility that he would have to let Harry return to that school soon. It had been hard enough even before his little mate had been attacked, he had no idea how they expected him to agree to it now.
FGHP
Harry awoke feeling a bit confused about where he was for a moment; it was early morning, he could tell that because it was still almost completely dark with the dim glow of the sun threatening to rise. He blinked his eyes slowly open and was able to make out Micha’s face only a few inches away from his own.
His sleep foggy brain slowly started to remember what had happened the day before and the reason that he was back in the clearing, curled up on the Alpha’s blankets; though he didn’t actually remember coming back to the territory, he was glad that someone had kept the Alpha from curling up in bed with him.
He could feel that there was someone else sleeping close behind him too, but they were too small, by a long way, to be Fenrir; a glance over his shoulder let him confirm that it was Romy, who had a fist clenched holding onto the back of his jumper, and that Clay was asleep on her other side.
He glanced around the clearing, trying to make out where everyone was in the very dim light and nearly jumped out of his skin when he spotted Fenrir sitting on one of the log benches near their feet, watching him closely.
“Fen, you scared me,” Harry said quietly, pressing his hand over his rapidly beating heart. He hadn’t actually expected anyone else to be awake at this time in the morning.
“I was watching over you,” the Alpha said as though it should have been obvious.
“Oh…,” Harry said, not quite sure how he felt about that really. “All night?” he asked.
“Yes,” Fenrir confirmed.
“Oh…,” Harry said again, kind of touched that his mate would do such a thing but also a little unnerved that Fenrir had just sat there watching him sleep. “Thank you… I think,” he said, finding it rather difficult to look at his protective and rather overbearing mate. “You should sleep,” he said quietly.
“Not without you,” Fenrir said grumpily. He was rather tired but he hadn’t wanted to leave Harry unguarded after everything that had happened; he certainly wasn’t about to go to sleep now that he knew that his little mate was awake and potentially going to go wandering off alone, into danger, as he had been known to do.
“I can’t yet, Fen,” Harry told him, “and honestly I feel a bit weird talking about this while I am lying between Micha and Romy.”
“Then come sit with me,” the Alpha suggested.
“Fine,” Harry agreed, sitting up and trying his best not to wake the others. Though Romy’s grip was surprisingly strong and she kept pulling him back, which he couldn’t help but laugh at a little, which in turn half woke her up.
“Harry?” she questioned sleepily, but she did at least relinquish her hold on his jumper.
“Don’t worry, Romy, go back to sleep,” Harry told her. “I’m just going to go sit with Fen for a bit.” He gestured over to where the Alpha was sitting watching them.
“You sure?” she asked, her eyes half open as she looked up at him.
“I’m sure, you stay there cuddling with Clay,” he told her with a grin and that had her eyes open instantly, peering over her shoulder.
“Oh…” Romy said in surprise at the sight of her cousin curled up behind her, an arm thrown over her hip. “Neither of you are ever going to let me live this down,” she groaned, but apparently it didn’t bother her that much, or at least she was too tired to actually move, because she lay back down and closed her eyes again. Harry thought that he even saw her snuggle closer but it was dark and he couldn’t be sure.
Harry carefully extricated himself from between Micha and Romy, and made his way over towards his mate, though he purposefully chose to sit an arm’s length away from him on the opposite end of the log, an action that made Fenrir tense up.
“I’ll kill him,” Fenrir growled, his fists clenching at the thought of what had been almost been done to his mate while he hadn’t been there to protect him. Sending Harry away to school was hard enough knowing that he was there with very limited protection and now, knowing that he needed it, it was going to be even harder.
Harry sighed. “I would really rather you didn’t do that,” he said, staring at the floor; no one had bothered to remove his trainers before they had put him to bed and now he scuffed at the ground, determinedly not looking at his mate.
At Harry’s words, Fenrir seemed only to get angrier. “How can you say that when he…?” the Alpha began, wanting to lash out at something. However, he was aware that anything he did could have Harry running scared so, fighting very hard, he held back his temper.
“You don’t even know what he did,” Harry told him. He understood from what Jenson had explained about their mating marks that the Alpha probably had some idea what might have happened, but no-one else had been there, not even Clay and Romy. It had just been him all alone with Blaise and he had been terrified; he was pretty sure that none of them, bar maybe Romy and Micha, understood how he felt.
“I know enough,” Fenrir told him. He knew that someone had touched his mate and that Harry had not wanted them to. That was reason enough for him to wish that bastard dead.
“No, you don’t,” Harry said though he just sighed rather than argued; none of them could understand that fear, only Romy and Micha really could relate to it. Even now he could still feel Blaise touching him, violating him as he laughed, mocking him.
“Then tell me,” Fenrir asked, wanting Harry to talk to him. He wanted more than anything for Harry to talk to him, to tell him what had happened. Fenrir had gathered very quickly that no one was going to tell him anything because they all believed that it was Harry who needed to be the one to tell him what had happened.
“I can’t,” Harry told him quietly. He didn’t know how he could possibly put what had happened into words and the idea of having to mentally go over it again was unbearable. Even listening to Romy and Clay explaining what they had seen to Dumbledore was almost too much.
“Why not?” the Alpha questioned. It seemed like a simple task to him and he couldn’t help but think that it was wrong that Harry was hiding this from him when his little mate was the one that was always placing such a high value on openness and honesty.
“I just can’t!” Harry snapped, frustrated that his mate was continuing to push the issue. “If you are going to be like this then I am just going to go and lie back down with Micha and Romy,” he said firmly, lowering his voice again so as not to wake anyone else.
“Little one,” Fenrir pleaded. He didn’t want Harry to go back to the others, not now that he was actually getting to talk with him, even if he wasn’t getting any answers.
“Can’t it just be enough to know that Clay got there in time?” Harry asked, looking up at his mate hopefully. “He damned well saved me, and beat the crap out of the guy for what he did,” he told the Alpha, already knowing that it wouldn’t be enough.
“No,” Fenrir stated bluntly.
Harry sighed. “Look,” he said, “I won’t ever be anywhere near him ever again. Clay has proven himself capable of protecting me. Can we just move past this?” he asked, wanting to pretend it never happened, just like he had been doing for the last few months regarding the incident with Gideon. Though he had to admit that that had come back to haunt him at the worst moment possible.
“He touched you,” Fenrir said, his fists clenched once more in anger, and Harry was so lost in his thoughts about what Gideon had done that it took him a moment to realise that his mate was referring to Blaise. “I can still feel…” the Alpha tried to explain, reaching back and running his fingers over the mating mark on his neck.
Harry watched him sadly, resisting the urge to mimic the action. “Yeah, my mark still feels weird too. Stupid thing doesn’t seem to care that I didn’t want him to, it’s still punishing me it seems,” he grumbled. It felt rather unfair that it was so uncomfortable when he hadn’t even wanted any of it to happen. Though Fenrir hadn’t asked for it either; but at least it had told Fenrir enough to send Jenson and Damon to check on him, for that he was grateful.
“It’s not a punishment,” the Alpha told him.
Harry thought there was an uncharacteristic sadness to his voice as he said this and he couldn’t help but wonder if Fenrir thought that he would have deserved for it to be punishment, for having let Blaise manage as much as he had. “It feels like it,” he admitted, looking up at his mate.
“The bond is breaking,” Fenrir said quietly and those words hit Harry like a physical pain in his chest, the sadness in his mate’s voice suddenly making sense.
“What, why?” he asked fearfully. He might be angry at Fenrir but that didn’t mean he wanted things to be over between them; sure he had said that in the heat of their argument but he wasn’t going to give up on the man he loved that easily.
“Because you let someone else touch you,” the Alpha explained.
“I didn’t,” Harry told him firmly. He would never have let Blaise touch him, he wouldn’t never let anyone who wasn’t Fenrir touch him.
“I know, little one,” Fenrir assured him, but the sadness remained, “but it doesn’t matter.” The bond wouldn’t distinguish between willing and not, and as far as the magic involved was concerned Harry had betrayed him. If Zabini had succeeded in raping Harry then the bond would have been broken instantly because that was simply how it worked.
“I don’t want it to break,” Harry told him earnestly, moving a little closer to him on the log as though the smaller distance between them might put less of a strain upon their bond; though Fenrir was very aware that Harry seemed to not want to be in physical contact with him and that stung.
“Good,” Fenrir said, not willing to admit out loud how relieved that made him feel.
“Did you want it to break?” Harry asked hesitantly, needing to know that Fenrir wasn’t regretting their decision to share the mark. With everything that had happened the day before, Harry could understand if his mate wanted out of their relationship, wanted to find someone who was less trouble. He didn’t think that would be the case, but he had to be sure.
“No,” Fenrir said with certainty, and Harry managed to smile at him for that. There was no hesitation and no doubt in the single word response.
“Then how do we stop it from breaking?” he asked, wanting to stop things from spiralling any more out of control than they had already become. He knew that he and Fenrir had issues to work through but he wanted their bond to still be there when all was said and done.
“You’re not ready,” the Alpha told him with a pointed look. He would have liked nothing more than to disappear off into the wood for an hour with Harry, mending their bond but given his little mate didn’t even seem comfortable to touch him, or sit close to him, there was no way that they could do enough to placate the bond.
“Oh,” Harry said softly, as he caught on to what Fenrir meant, though he was glad he didn’t have to explain to his mate that he wouldn’t be having sex with him for a little while. “Does it help if I tell you I wish I was ready?” he asked, giving the Alpha an apologetic smile.
“No,” Fenrir said bluntly. He wouldn’t lie to Harry, he wasn’t okay that his mate didn’t feel comfortable enough to get close to him and wishing that he was wasn’t going to do anyone any good. And it certainly did nothing to help fix their breaking bond.
“Fen….” Harry said, sounding hurt as he looked over at his mate, hurt that Fenrir wouldn’t take it as a good sign that he still wanted to, even after what had happened to him.
He hadn’t meant to upset him further but he didn’t see the point of half truths or trying to placate Harry with lies, things were breaking between them and he wanted to fix them, he was determined to do so, but there was no use in pretending they could wish away their problems. “You’re still mine,” the Alpha said, hoping to reassure his little mate.
“How long for?” Harry asked sadly, wondering how long he could give himself to recover before he would need to consider forcing himself to just have sex with Fenrir whether he was ready for it or not.
Fenrir took the time to look at his little mate, wanting to be sure that Harry believed him when he answered this question. “Always,” he said with a low growl, glad that the others were all asleep for this particular heart to heart they were having.
Harry looked at him with confusion. “But you said…”
“If it breaks then we will fix it,” Fenrir told him. “I won’t let you go.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile at that a little, at Fenrir’s stubborn possessiveness. “It’s that easy?” he asked. He hoped he could manage to repair their bond before it broke completely, but it would take a lot of pressure off of him if he knew they could just create it again later if he had to.
In truth Fenrir wasn’t sure if it would be possible to bond in this way again if it broke, but either way he would ensure that Harry remained his. “It can be,” he stated.
Silence fell between them. Neither of them sure what to say next, though finally it was Harry who broke the silence and the tension between them. “About yesterday afternoon,” he began, feeling rather nervous about bringing up their argument from the previous day. It felt like an age ago since they had had it, almost as if it didn’t matter anymore. However, if they hadn’t had argued then they wouldn’t have been in such bad moods, maybe Clay wouldn’t have left and they wouldn’t be here now. There were a lot of what ifs in Harry’s life and he hated it.
“Not now,” Fenrir said gruffly. Things were calm between them and he wanted to keep them that way for the moment. He wanted Harry to feel at least somewhat safe again before they rehashed that argument.
“Please,” Harry pleaded, his head felt too full, like he was trying to keep track of too many things at once; he wanted to deal with the issues from their argument, which felt so petty now, and move on. He had more important things to worry about than a stupid glamour and whether or not Dumbledore saw the markings Fen had put on him.
“No,” the Alpha said stubbornly.
“But Fen,” Harry pleaded. Things were so messed up between them and all Harry wanted to do was make things better. He didn’t fancy having this conversation with the whole pack listening in. It was bad enough that they had all heard the argument.
The Alpha however was stubborn on the matter, shaking his head. “You’re mine, that is all that matters,” he said, wanting more than anything to reach out to his fragile little mate and pull him on to his lap and hold him there.
“I want you to understand though,” Harry said, ploughing on with determination.
“No,” Fenrir said firmly.
“Why?” Harry asked, looking to Fenrir as if he had lost the plot. He wanted to fix things and he couldn’t understand why Fenrir was being so resistant.
“Because I hurt you again, the reason why doesn’t matter,” the Alpha said, tensing up. This was why he didn’t want to discuss it. He didn’t want to think about what he had done to his mate. He really should have known better but Harry seemed to have this way of riling him up to the point where he couldn’t even think clearly; it all made him feel like he was failing as his Alpha and dominant mate, and then Harry had said something along those lines too.
Harry’s hand instinctively went to the bruise on his arm from when the Alpha had held on to him the day before. “How did you…?” he began before glancing over at Fen. “You checked while I was sleeping didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Fenrir admitted, not in the slightest bit ashamed about doing this. He had wanted to know what damage he had done and felt no shame in looking at the body of his mate as he slept. Damon had protested a little and Micha had given him a rather stern, though sleepy, look as he had done so, but they wisely hadn’t tried to actually stop him.
“I never wanted him to touch me, you’re the only one I want. I know I haven’t said it since the first time but I really do love you, Fen,” Harry told him. The Alpha grunted in response, which only made Harry frown. The younger of the two shuffled a little closer to the dominant male and reached out, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Even if you can never say it back to me.”

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Jan - Not quite so straight forward as just killing Blaise as you can see, though Fenrir sure would like to. And yes, it makes sense; Dumbledore could ruin everything for them if Fenrir did go ahead and kill Blaise.
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