Sacrifice

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The rain wasn't heavy but it was constant and thick. The light, tickling shower dulled the evening glow and made everything seem misty and dreamy. And, in a small clearing of trees, Harry stood out in it, completely naked and obviously quite happy to feel the water on his skin. His head was tilted back slightly and a happy smile was on his soft face as he quietly sung a song to himself. From the side, Fenrir made a completely different picture: stooped low; covered in dust and dirt; sheltered from the rain; a look of pure anger and frustration on his hard face.

Harry standing out in the rain was nothing new, in fact the boy often did it when it wasn't too cold outside. Fenrir had never minded before. In all honesty, he didn't really mind at that moment either. He was enjoying the view, perhaps a little too much.

In the space of four days, Fenrir and Harry's relationship had changed completely. Four days ago, the forth full moon of the year had arrived and Fenrir had gone off on his own. When he returned to his pack mate after the period had ended, his senses had immediately caught onto something. Over the three days, Harry's scent had changed and it had changed because the boy had reached his sexual maturity. In human terms, Harry had hit puberty. In werewolf terms, Harry was an adult and as such became sexually attractive to other werewolves. Unfortunately, Fenrir was not immune.

The platonic, pack emotions had morphed into sexual, even romantic, ones practically over night and Fenrir found himself even more annoyed than he had been when he and Harry had first come together. Platonic feelings were one thing, sexual ones were completely different. It wasn't because of Harry's age; so what if the boy was twelve? He'd quite clearly reached his werewolf sexual maturity and that was the only type Fenrir cared about. So what if Harry was male? True, Fenrir had never been attracted to a male before but the fact Harry was a boy didn't really bother him. No, Fenrir's problem was his stubborn human side that was insisting that sexual feelings would lead to love which would lead to more trouble than he could be bothered to deal with.

Despite that, however, he was struggling to deny how he was feeling and he was even suspecting himself of already being a little in love with the boy who had been his only company for over two years. As he watched Harry enjoying the rain, he couldn't stop the traitorous thoughts that ran through his head: how beautiful the boy looked; how pure and innocent he was; how Fenrir wanted to playfully wrestle Harry down to the ground and have his way with him right there on that spot. Those thoughts were dangerous in Fenrir's mind. They were too tender, too emotional. He had never been tied emotionally to a person to such an extent before and he was determined not to change that, no matter how much a part of him wanted to.

Another reason for the Alpha's reluctance to accept his growing feelings for Harry was the fact that, deep inside, in a little place he rarely acknowledged, he knew Harry could do so much better than him. Fenrir was usually quite proud of the fact he was no saint and took satisfaction in his ability to kill without remorse and the number of sexual partners he'd had throughout his life, but that little bit inside of him kept whispering words of discouragement. His hands were stained with blood, he was cruel, he was hard, he was tainted. And what was Harry? Harry was the complete opposite. Harry's hands were clean, he was kind, he was soft, he was pure, as pure as the rain falling on him at that moment. There was nothing for that rain to wash away on Harry, but Fenrir, well, he imagined the rain would hit the ground black if he were to stand in it. No, he knew that he would be no good for Harry.

That knowledge made Fenrir angry though. The entire situation made Fenrir angry. He was used to taking whatever he wanted, when he wanted it. If he was hungry then he could hunt for whatever, if he wanted a female werewolf he'd subdue her and mount her, if he wanted entertainment then he'd go find something to kill. Now, he wanted Harry, he knew he wanted Harry, yet he was stopping himself from taking the boy and that grated on his nerves. He already felt more irritated than usual and he knew it was only going to get worse and, most probably, he would start to take it out on the one person he so wanted to be kind and gentle with.

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"Wake up."

A jostling against his side.

"C'mon kid, get up, I don't have time for this."

Harry scrunched his eyes up for a moment before blinking them open. The first thing he noted was that, curiously, the sky still seemed rather blue which implied that it was at least mid-afternoon, if not earlier. That begged the question as to why he was being woken up as he usually slept until sunset was well on its way to settling in.

Sitting up in a slump, his head slightly bowed as he rubbed at his tired eyes, Harry spoke through a yawn. "Is something the matter?"

"Sunset's in an hour," the werewolf muttered, already turning to walk away from Harry even as he spoke. "Find a tree and get up it."

"What?" Harry gasped in surprise, immediately sitting up a little straighter as his hands fell from his widened eyes. "But...Last month was the forth full moon so why do I have to..."

"Are you questioning my orders?" Fenrir growled threateningly, sending a hard look to the pre-teen over his shoulder.

"No! Not at all, I was just wondering..."

"Your place isn't to wonder, it's to just do as you're told." The Alpha growled before he turned and stalked off without another word.

The boy stared after Fenrir for several seconds after he had left before finally moving. He turned around and started to shuck himself up the tree trunk, towards the branches above. He wasn't at all sure of why he was suddenly being banished to the tree-tops when it wasn't the forth full moon of the year, but Fenrir had been right when he had said that his place was to do as he was told. Whatever an Alpha did for his pack, it was always for the best. Whatever the reason, it was for Harry's own good that he stayed up in that tree for the three days of the full moon, of that much he was sure.

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Although Harry's sense of time was never exact, he was able to keep somewhat of an idea on what the date was. He knew that, very generally, full moon's fell around the middle of a month so he simply said to himself that a month was two lots of thirteen days (give or take a day or two) with the three days of the full moon in the middle. It wasn't precise and he was well aware of it but it was hardly as though he ever needed the exact date. So, with his rough way of treating time, he could predict when his birthday was due; the thirteenth day after the seventh full moon.

And that evening, as he moved through the wilderness and foraged for his first meal of the night, Harry remembered that it was the thirteenth day after the seventh full moon. It was his birthday, he was thirteen years old.

A teenager. Harry was now an official teenager. That was supposed to be a big deal, right? Isaac had always said that the teenage years were awkward because children stopped being children and yet weren't mature or experienced enough to be considered adults, so they weren't really either. Harry didn't really feel any different from how he had felt the night before but he supposed to think the change would be sudden and apparent was completely unrealistic.

One thing which was different, however, and the one thing that had been troubling the boy for a few months at that point was how his feelings for his Alpha had changed. It had been a sudden realisation for Harry, though not a sudden process. Gradually, he had begun to see Fenrir for what felt like the first time, noticing the shape of his body and the ripple of his muscles and the features of his face in a different light. Somehow, they had become attractive, begging to be ogled and admired. And the desire to touch had suddenly flared up. It seemed like every chance to touch the werewolf that presented itself, Harry was seizing and he knew he wanted more. He wanted to curl his fingers through the hair on Fenrir's body, he wanted to rest his cheek on the man's heavy shoulder and, Heaven forbid it, he had even had fantasies about kissing the Alpha!

Harry acknowledged these new feelings and although he was confused by them, he accepted them; they were doing no harm. He really did want to know why he was feeling what he felt though. Why had his feelings changed? Why had the sudden desire to touch become so irresistible? Was it because he was getting older? Or was it because it was Fenrir he had these feelings for? Harry and certainly never felt anything like it for Isaac...

So lost in thought, the teenager didn't pay proper attention to where he was putting his feet and so when a sharp pain abruptly struck his right foot, it prompted him to shout a four-letter word he had learnt from Fenrir. He staggered to the side awkwardly, coming to lean against a tree, only his left foot on the ground. The metallic scent of his own blood reached his nose and he wrinkled it in distaste. Nonetheless, he bent over a little and used his left hand to angle his injured foot closer to his face. Through his fuzzy vision, Harry could clearly see the crimson of a fairly long cut along the curve of the ball of his foot. He couldn't quite make out how deep it was with his bad eyesight though.

"What happened?" Fenrir's gruff voice suddenly came from somewhere close by and Harry glanced up just in time to see his Alpha come through the trees at a rather alarming speed. "Why can I smell your blood?"

"It's just a cut on my foot," Harry reassured, releasing the foot in question and giving it a little shake for emphasis.

Fenrir seemed to be both annoyed and reassured by that knowledge as he gave a low grunt and his frowning eyes lowered to look at where Harry was making sure to keep the foot off of the ground. The slash was bleeding quite a bit and a steady dripping was dropping onto the forest floor. The werewolf approached the teenager sternly, as though he was about to reprimand the boy, and Harry tensed in expectation.

However, the expected verbal scolding or the cuff around the ear never came and instead, Fenrir spoke: "Get down on your stomach."

Harry was so surprised that he couldn't help but blink and stare stupidly at the man before giving the intelligent reply of: "Huh?"

"Lay down on the ground on your stomach so I can check your bloody foot." The werewolf growled out, his tone clearly irritated.

Harry instantly dropped to the ground as though a bomb had gone off somewhere near by; he knew better than to push his luck with Fenrir in such a sensitive mood. He both heard and felt Fenrir sit at his feet seconds before a large, calloused hand seized his right ankle and coerced the leg into bending at the knee so the foot was raised. Harry held back giggles as snuffling breath teased the ticklish flesh, biting his lower lip lightly and loosely clenching his fingers. The whole time, he kept his head faced forward, not once glancing over his shoulder to look behind.

"Must've been a jagged rock, it's deep." Fenrir's voice rumbled behind him.

"Ugh, it's gonna be a pain to keep clean," Harry grumbled, mostly to himself.

A grunted mumble was the answer he got in reply to that before a moist lick was delivered to the arch of his foot. Harry couldn't help but laugh out loud at that and he tried to jerk his foot away but Fenrir's grip tightened on his ankle, keeping the foot in place.

"Keep still." The Alpha ordered.

"But it tickles!"

"Do you want it cleaned or not?"

Harry didn't really get a chance to answer before the tongue was back, licking at the blood around the fresh cut. He didn't protest any more, simply laying limply on the ground and biting his lip to keep back his protests whenever a lick tickled. Fortunately, it only tickled sometimes, when certain parts of his foot were licked, so the breaks allowed him to regain some self control over his reactions. However, much to his confusion, after a while even the ticklish bits stopped feeling tickly and instead produced a pleasurable sensation when attention was paid to them.

A strange sensation began to stir in Harry's abdomen, one that was starting to become familiar despite its strangeness. The teenager had first felt it shortly after the forth full moon of the year. It was like a coil which wound up in his abdomen and made him feel restless. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, in fact it felt rather nice in a way. He didn't know why he had started to feel it only recently when he hadn't felt it before but he wasn't concerned. There was nothing else to suggest that he was becoming ill or anything negative. He had considered asking Fenrir about it but with the way the Alpha had been treating him over the past few months, he had always lost his nerve.

Perhaps he would've considered that moment to ask the older male about the strange feeling but all thought suddenly left him when moist heat suddenly surrounded one of the toes on his right foot. Harry's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in surprise at the shots of pleasure which spread through him, making his body tingle and the coil in his stomach to tighten. It was strange and completely confusing but also rather exciting. One thing was certain, it was in no way scary even though it was so unknown, because it was Fenrir's mouth around Harry's toe, it was Fenrir causing the pleasure and Fenrir would never hurt him, of that the teenager was sure.

Harry couldn't help but wriggle and as he did so, he felt that a certain part of his body, which he had never really paid much attention to, had stiffened slightly and sent more pleasure through him when the pressure of the ground rubbed against it. The swirl of a massive tongue around his toe was just too much for the boy and he couldn't stop the small noise of appreciation which escaped him.

"Ngh, Fenrir," he gasped, his eyes shutting in bliss, as the strange sensation of pleasure made him shiver and curled his toes.

Very suddenly, the nice sensations being administered to his foot stopped and both it and the leg attached to it were roughly shoved away. Green eyes flew open in surprise and Harry looked behind himself to see Fenrir standing up with a look of pure poison on his face. Immediately concerned, the teenager pushed himself up into a sit and eyed his Alpha anxiously.

"Fenrir..." He started quietly.

"Wash it off in the lake if it's still bothering you." The man growled out harshly before stalking away angrily.

Harry watched the werewolf leave, completely confused and feeling strangely rejected.

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Six months had passed since the forth full moon of the year, six months had passed since Fenrir had first started treating Harry so differently, six months was about as much as the boy could stomach. He was at his wit's end. Being around Fenrir wasn't at all pleasant any more. Although he still felt the desire to be close to the man and to touch him, the teenager was too afraid to get too close for fear of being snapped at. What made it all worse was that he didn't know why! Why was Fenrir so angry with him? Had he inadvertently done something to upset or anger the Alpha? Fenrir usually told him when he was skating on thin ice and always gave him a reason when telling him off, and yet for the entire six months, Harry hadn't even been given a clue as to what it was he was being punished for.

He was determined to find out that day though. It was already October and the colder weather was starting to settle in. Harry would need his Alpha's body heat in order to survive the coldest nights and he knew that wouldn't happen if things continued the way they were at that time. The air needed to be cleared, things straightened out, opinions voiced and apologies made. It was going to be hard though; Fenrir was hardly one for talking even at the best of times.

At that moment, the Alpha was lounging lazily against a tree, picking his teeth with one of his sharp fingernails; the man was relaxed. That was good, exactly what Harry needed. After all, Fenrir was less likely to snap at him if he was relaxed when the conversation began.

"Fenrir?" Harry spoke somewhat meekly, hoping the submissive behaviour would earn him points.

"What?" The werewolf growled, apparently not so relaxed any more.

"I was wondering if we could talk."

"What about?"

"The past few months...And how things have been between us." The teenager said quietly before his voice got stronger and he lifted he gaze to meet with Fenrir's. "For goodness sake Fenrir, I know there's something bothering you so why don't you just tell me? I feel like I'm tip-toeing around a farmer with a loaded gun, it's not like you to be so openly hostile for such a lingering period of time, at least not towards me."

"What, you think you're something special now?"

"I thought I was." Harry murmured in a weak, hurt voice.

The sound sent shots of guilt straight ay Fenrir's heart and that only annoyed and angered him more. That anger was meant for himself but, as always, he ended up taking it out on Harry. "Stop being such a sentimental, snivelling child," the Alpha sneered cruelly as he pushed himself onto his feet with the intention of walking away.

"Well you stop being a stubborn, emotionally challenged meat-head and talk to me!"

Fenrir lashed out before he even full realised what he was doing. In the blink of an eye, he had raised his right arm and had swung it to back hand Harry across the face. The crack of the hit was surprisingly loud and the movement of Harry's head with the impact was distressingly sharp. Even when the hand which had delivered the blow had fallen back to Fenrir's side, the boy's head remained turned to the side, the skin of the cheek a rapidly darkening red and the green eyes wide with shock more than anything. Both males were breathing heavily and both were still and silent as though time had stopped momentarily.

Then, very abruptly, Harry turned and sprinted away in the opposite direction, away from Fenrir, moving with a speed that was impressive even for him. Fenrir felt powerless to do anything but stare after the fleeing boy. Never had he hit Harry with such force before. He'd delivered the odd cuff around the ear but they had been bare taps and only when they were deserved. Not only had that slap been brutish, it hadn't even been deserved, not really.

Fenrir felt guilt build up inside of him which only made him feel more angry, with himself, with the situation, with the world. With a feral snarl, he turned heel and stalked away; he needed to kill something.

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Harry sat huddled up in a tree, one side of his face throbbing with lingering pain, safely hidden in the darkness. For the first time in a very long time, he didn't feel safe. Fenrir Greyback was a dangerous man to cross and the fact that it was a full moon night only meant that things were more dangerous. A slap from a man, no matter how strong the man, couldn't kill. The equivalent of a slap from a werewolf would probably result in a fatal amount of bleeding.

What scared Harry the most, though, was what was going to happen next, because he just didn't know. Did he need to apologise to Fenrir for insulting him? Did Fenrir need to apologise for hitting Harry? What if Fenrir didn't want him around anymore? Where would Harry go? Could he survive if he was alone? Or would he have to return to civilised society? How would he go about doing that? What if he had to go back to the Dursleys? That last thought actually brought tears to the teenager's eyes. It had been so terrible with his relatives, could he really go back to that which he had so desperately run away from? Or, for that matter, did he really have a choice?

At the back of his mind he knew he was getting away with himself. For all he knew, he might talk to Fenrir and all would been forgiven and forgotten. But that was no reassurance when there was the niggling "what if" at the back of his mind. And then there were his feelings for his harsh Alpha.

Tears pricked the backs of Harry's eyes and he blinked rapidly several times in an attempt to disperse them. He knew he was a fool, perhaps that was why he felt like crying, but despite everything, he still had warm feelings for Fenrir. He liked him, cared about him, and he didn't want to leave him. But would he really be allowed the choice? Fenrir was not a werewolf to suffer a companion if that companion wasn't wanted...

A howl rang through the night air then and it was instantly recognisable as Fenrir. It sounded quite far away but Harry found it somewhat reassuring; at least the Alpha hadn't already abandoned him and was still in the area. When another howl came not a minute later and sounding significantly closer, the teenager felt a small amount of worry. It sounded as though Fenrir was calling him; was there something wrong? His answer came when the echoing boom of a gun shot cut through the forest's quiet.

Yes, there was something wrong.

Harry was down from the tree and moving through the forest before he even realised it. Who knew what, exactly, possessed him to leave the safety of the high up hiding place but his mind was firmly set on finding Fenrir. So he moved through the trees and bushes as quickly as he could and the sound of heavy, running footsteps soon reached him. Very suddenly the werewolf who was Fenrir came bounding into view and the teenager felt an instant wave of relief. Then, that relief turned to surprise as, without pausing, the creature ducked slightly and went to run between Harry's legs. The boy gave a slight cry of surprise as he was bucked off of his feet and onto the Alpha's back, his face inches away from the werewolf's tail. Behind them, he caught sight of something metallic glinting in the moonlight. His heart froze; it was just like the night Isaac had been shot.

As Fenrir bounded through the forest, Harry kept his head down and gripped onto the creature's fur for dear life. Suddenly, a violent clang rang out through the forest mere seconds before Fenrir came to an abrupt stop and Harry was sent toppling back over the werewolf's head. The beast released an all mighty snarl and Harry, once he had landed, quickly looked to see that one of the creature's hind legs was now ensnared in a bear trap; damn that farmer! Harry wasted no time in scrambling over to it and attempting to prise it apart again, ignoring the scent and sight of the blood that had started to rise from the wound. However, it soon became painfully obvious that the boy was no where near strong enough to free Fenrir. He eventually had to give up with a frustrated groan and his mind immediately began to work through what he could possibly do next.

The farmer was getting ever closer and with Fenrir, with his leg stuck in the trap, was an easy target. In other words, if they were found then Fenrir was dead. Harry was determined not to let that happen but what could he do to protect his Alpha? A distraction perhaps? If he moved off, making sure to make a lot of noise and to pass the farmer than the attention might to drawn onto him and he could lead the danger away from Fenrir. It was the only thing his panicked mind could come up with so he decided that would be what he would do. A feeling of dread welled up inside of him however. With the way the Alpha had been acting around him and treating him, he wouldn't have been in the least surprised if this was the last time he ever saw the werewolf. If Fenrir was tired of him then he'd make no effort to find Harry again and the boy's tracking skills weren't good enough to find his way back to the Alpha. That made little difference though because Harry knew if he didn't even try to put his plan into action, then Fenrir would be shot and killed.

Moving around to the front of the angry and snarling werewolf, Harry kneeled a safe distance away and looked the creature straight in the eyes. "You've always protected me, now I'll protect you," he murmured sadly but confidently. "I know you probably can't understand much of what I'm saying right now, but I want you to know that I love you, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, and even if you don't come and get me in the morning, I'll never forget you."

Without further word, the boy took off in a run back in the direction he had just been brought in. As he passed by the werewolf it snapped at his ankle, perhaps in anger or perhaps in an attempt to hold him back. He supposed it didn't really matter. The way Fenrir had been acting around him for the past half a year, Harry was sure the Alpha wouldn't come and get him in the morning. The thought brought tears to his eyes but he swallowed them back and concentrated on what he was doing.

What was he doing? What was his actual plan? If he was honest, he wasn't completely sure. What if he ran straight into the farmer? How was he supposed to stop an angry farmer with a gun? Jump on him? Talk to him? Say something along the lines of, "I'm sorry my Alpha was eating your cows but could you do me a favour and not kill him?"

Too caught up in his thoughts, Harry failed to pay proper attention to where he was putting his feet and so when a biting pain lanced through his left leg and the sickening sound of rusty metal clamping shut quickly came, he was more than surprised. He tried to move his left leg but it was stuck where it was and he ended up falling to the ground in a heap. A mere glance down at his leg confirmed Harry's worse fears; he had followed the same path as Fenrir and had got himself stuck in a bear trap and, dear Goddess, was it painful! The cold of the night seemed to make it sting all the more and the tears from before came back with a vengeance. None fell though as Harry stubbornly held them back; tears did no one any good.

The sound of near by footsteps had the boy's breath catch in his throat as his eyes widened in fear. He lay perfectly still, barely breathing for fear the sound would give away his position. But then, when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, instinct seemed to take over. In an instant, Harry had curled into himself. He didn't really know why he did it, it seemed to make sense in his panicked mind. Unfortunately, it did the opposite of saving him from danger. His movement had obviously attracted the attention of whatever it was Harry had seen move and the footsteps were growing in volume and that meant they were obviously getting closer. Harry remained curled but was more than ready; the first sign of real threat and he would lash out. Even though he was trapped in one position, he was confident he'd be able to do some damage or at least provide adequate distraction away from Fenrir.

"Hello, what's this then?" An unfamiliar male voice suddenly spoke from above.

Curiosity got the better of Harry then and he turned his head very slightly to the side in order to chance a look. Crouching down to his level was a man, fairly old, probably around late fifties to early sixties, dressed in warm clothes and with a concerned expression on his face. The thing that Harry immediately zoned in on was the rifle the man held in his right hand though. It was the farmer.

"Where did you come from?" The farmer asked kindly.

Harry remained silent.

"What are you doing out here on your own, eh? Where are your parents?"

Still, Harry said nothing.

The farmer gave a light sigh then and lifted his left hand to reach out to the fallen boy. Harry flinched away from the man by instinct which in turn jogged his clamped leg. He gave a slight whimper of pain and immediately froze again as he fought to keep his eyes open, not daring to allow the farmer out of his sight for even a second.

"It's all right," the old man soothed gently, retracting his hand and holding it up innocently. "I'm not going to hurt you, you don't have to be afraid." He paused and shifted then, moving so he was closer to the lower half of Harry's body, reaching to move them hem of his robe out of the way. "Let's get your leg free, hmm? Then maybe you can tell me a bit about yourself."

Harry's entire body tensed as he watched the farmer take a hold of the jaws of the bear trap. This was good; as soon as he was free he'd be able to make a run for it. The sound of the rusty joint moving and the release of the pressure around his calf told the teenager when he was free and he wasted no time. He went to scramble back onto his feet but he was grabbed before he could even start to think about running away. Immediately, Harry began to struggle against the arms that held him, wriggling and thrashing as though his life depended on it. Pain from his leg wound and fatigue finally won out however and his struggles slowly started to weaken until he lacked the energy to keep fighting and slumped in the arms, defeated.

"There now, that's it," the farmer murmured, his grip on Harry slackening ever so slightly. "Now, can you stand up on that leg?"

Harry didn't speak but did try to stand on his own feet. Pain shot through his left leg when he put pressure on it and it gave way beneath him. He would have fallen to the ground if not for the man behind him catching his form.

"Where are ya parents, lad? We need to get you back to them."

Once again, Harry chose to remain silent.

"If you don't tell me then I can't help you."

Silence.

The farmer sighed. "Well I can't leave you out here on your own. If you won't tell me where you came from then I'm gonna have to take you back to my house, at least for the moment."

At first, fear made Harry's heart rate spike at that prospect but when he thought about it, he realised it was exactly what he needed. If the farmer was busy taking him back to his house then his attention wasn't on Fenrir and to protect the Alpha was how Harry had got himself into such a mess in the first place. He was gradually becoming more convinced that the man really didn't intend to hurt him so allowing himself to be taken to the house could only serve his purposes.

So Harry made no sound or movement in protest as he was hefted up into the man's arms and carried away in the opposite direction to where Fenrir was stuck in the bear trap. Sadly, he glanced back for a moment before he shut his eyes and finally allowed a few tears to fall.

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End of Chapter 5.
Oh, the angst! And it lasted a whole chapter! I think that's some sort of record for me XD For those of you who, like me, despise too much angst (or just angst in general) I reckon this is probably the angstiest chapter in the entire story. So no worries about this sort of thing becoming a regular occurrance.

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EroKitsuned
*loves the glomping* I'm glad I was able to relieve your boredom, if only for a little while XD And if you can call a fornight "soon" then, yes, I updated soon :D

lonelyreverence
Hmm, Harry's life causing wisdom beyond his years is the only reason I put behind justifying his intensifying relationship with Fenrir when I first started writing this. I couldn't quite make myself justify Harry being any younger before their relationship went too far. I guess I have my limits XD

ladyroo88
I hope the wait flew by for you :)

Extraho
Yes, poor Fenrir's in a dilema and this chapter hasn't made things better for him.

Articwolf8556
Trust me, his grown up years will be far more interesting (and just as cute) as his childhood years.

applesauce_N_soysauce
As you saw from this chapter, you were right; their lack of real communication could lead to their downfall. You'll just have to wait another two weeks to see if they come back together sooner rather than later.

celestialuna
I'm glad you think so and thank you for the review.

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*falls over from the tackle hug* I'll continue until the very end! :D

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Glad you liked it and I hope the update came soon enough for you.

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All I'll say about the ending is that I intensely dislike them when they're sad :D

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What a wonderful review :D Filled with such wonderful compliments. I'm so glad that you're enjoying the story so much and I wish I could write a reply that matched your reviews length. Unfortunately, I can't think of that much to say ^_^; So, I'll merely thank you for the review (which, again, was awesome XD) and hope that you enjoyed this chapter as much as you did the last :)

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Updates come every 2 weeks and that won't change for quite a while.

That's me done for another two weeks :) See you all in a fortnight with the next chapter.

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