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A Blessing of the Moon	By : dark-huntressmoony Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 61529 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Chapter 5

Fenrir looked up as the doors opened to see Severus leading Harry back through the doors. Harry offered a reassuring smile to Remus and Sirius before he walked over and sat down in his chair between Peter and Fenrir. “I’m glad you are back with us Harry, I hope you are feeling better?” Tom asked pleasantly as he lifted a goblet to his lips.

Harry nodded as he tilted his head and examined him, “you look a lot different than the last time I saw you.”

Tom chuckled, “yes, thirteen years of not feeding and being essentially dead will do that to a vampire. I am sorry if we gave you a fright, I also do apologize for what Peter did, he acted very harshly but he was in a hurry, we only had a matter of moments before Albus ripped you away. I was probably a sight, no hair and practically a skeleton. I do not blame you for being scared.”

“Yeah, the nightmares were defiantly not fun, but I guess I can understand. Maybe even call it a little bit of payback for killing you in the first place.” Harry offered up a smile, still a little awed by the beauty the man held now, “but, you’re feeling better?”

Tom nodded. “I am, thanks to the help of Severus and everyone else here at this table. Fenrir has offered himself up for blood many times; werewolf blood sped up the healing process quite well. Although at times I still feel like a new born colt.” He folded his hands on the table and smiled, “Harry, all playfulness aside, how are you feeling about your predicament?”

“Honestly? My head is still spinning, but I liked waking up and not being in my room at my aunt and uncles…and there is always a distinct advantage to not being beaten awake. I do need some time to adjust a little bit, but as long as I am not being forced into anything and I can work all that I know out at my own pace I think I could really enjoy my time here. Dorian is great, I’m interested in the research he got from the werewolves over in the Black Forest.”

“Whatever makes you feel comfortable Harry, take as long as you need to settle down, but never fear coming to anyone here for anything.”

Harry nodded as he was handed a plate by Remus, he took it and smiled. “Thanks Remus.” He slowly began to eat as he watched the people around him interact with each other. Bellatrix and Sirius talked softly, her eyes misting slightly as she listened to whatever his godfather told her. Remus talked lightly with Severus and Tom, their conversation seemed very animated with the wolf constantly gesturing to something. His gaze slid down to where Draco sat between his parents a scroll laid out before them as Lucius pointed to something. He heard a small cough and looked to see Peter looking at him, his stomach knotted as he looked at him.

“Harry, I know what you must think…I can only imagine the things that were said to me after what happened at the tree. And even after the tournament last year. I have nothing to say that can take back my actions, I only wish I had stayed with your mother and father, instead I ran to try to save them.”

Harry reached forward and took Peter’s hand, “while I don’t know everything that happened, I am willing to set aside everything and learn. I never knew my parents…I knew my mums family where I was abused, this is the safest I have ever felt and probably the safest I have ever been in my life. I want answers, if here is where I am going to get them then I will take that for what it is. So far I have not had a knife at my back or throat or a hex flung my way, even with Draco Malfoy sitting in the same room.” He grinned as he heard a snort a few chairs down, but kept his green eyes on Peter. “In time, if you want to tell me what happened from your side I will gladly listen.”

Peter offered a weak smile, “you are so much like your mother, but you are not the same. Her patience was limited with this kind of thing, seems like you have developed your own version of patience. I am free to talk whenever you please Harry, I would really like to get to know my own godson.”

Harry arched an eyebrow, “how many godfathers do I have?”

“Technically two since your mother named Remus your godmother.” Sirius laughed, “your mother and father didn’t have very many female friends that they trusted, and seeing that all five of us were very close they just named the three of us your legal guardians giving you plenty of people to love and care for you should anything happen to them. The three of us were strays really, your parents took us in and we all became a family.” Sirius shrugged, “one or all of us were always at that house, not because we didn’t have anywhere to go, but because we felt at home.”

Peter nodded. “We were family, we were at the hospital when Lily gave birth, each held you after James did, you were so cute. So quiet too, never cried, just looked at all of us and smiled. You were particularly fond of hair pulling.”

“Or in Peter’s case ear and nose pulling.”

Harry laughed as the three friends began to tease each other as if the last fourteen years never happened. He watched them when something sweet was waved under his nose and he looked to see Fenrir holding a small bowl out to him. He looked at it before looking up at the elder wolf. “What is it?”

“Something Narcissa made, she called it Ambrosia.” He shrugged, “I figured it might help set off the heavy dinner you just ate.” Harry flashed him a brilliant smile that made all the blood drop from his head and he had to bite back a growl. Harry’s fingers brushed against his as he took the bowl and happily dug in. Fenrir watched him intently, glad to see that he was eating more of the sweet treat than the heavy dinner. It gave him a little insight, his little mate preferred something sweet over the heavy marinated steak. “Did you not like your dinner?” He asked softly, drawing the boys attention to him.

Harry swallowed his mouthful of the sweet cream, “no it was great, but sometimes heavy meats sit hard in my stomach…it was easier to eat it this time because I was only at the Dursley’s for a little bit this time instead of three months. Usually when I go back to school I can’t eat for almost two weeks, just because my stomach rebels every time and part of it is from fear that if I try to eat I’ll be beaten again.” He took another bite of his desert licking the cream off his lips.

Fenrir watched him intently, wishing he could chase the boys tongue back into that sweet delectable mouth, wanting to taste his intended. He watched as Harry held up his spoon to Fenrir. The wolf smiled and leaned forward to accept the treat, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at his mate.

Remus watched curiously as Harry fed some of the desert to the large Alpha. He could smell the feelings coming off of both Fenrir and Harry and he knew then that he and Sirius had to step away and let fate take its course. He knew what it meant to be mated, and he knew that Fenrir needed Harry as much as Harry needed Fenrir. He smiled to himself and leaned into his mate. Sirius looked down at him with a contemplative smile as he stroked the other mans thigh lightly. “What has you so happy love?” He asked quietly.

“Just, finally feeling like our lives can go like they are meant to.” He sighed, amber eyes meeting blue/grey. “We just have to get rid of certain pests and we can return to the world.”

Sirius chuckled, “I think you just want sit in the lap of luxury.”

Remus gave him a wolfish grin, “I believe I already do that on a nightly basis.” He growled softly.

Sirius ignored the gag he heard from Severus and offered him a not to pleasant hand gesture as he leaned down and kissed his mate softly.

Fenrir looked over to see Sirius giving Severus a certain hand gesture and he chuckled before looking back down at Harry. He saw the boy’s eyes focused on him and a question bouncing around behind them. “Is there something you want to ask me Harry?”

“Could we…um…go for a walk or something? I wanted to ask you something, and I would prefer to do that privately.”

Fenrir looked over his head to Tom, who gave him a small nod and he stood up holding out a hand to Harry. Harry took his hand and fallowed the wolf out to the walled garden that overlooked the Cliffside and the churning ocean. Harry leaned against the wall and closed his eyes as he let the smell and the wind from the ocean. “This is beautiful.”

Fenrir sat on the wall brining his leg up to rest his arm on as he looked at the boy, “I come here often to think, sometimes to write too. I like the sound of the water, Tom really chose a beautiful place to live.”

“You write?”

“Nothing extravagant I can tell you that, just little things a couple lines of poetry mostly I just write out my own thoughts on how things are going, hoping that I can see the events of the day in a different light. Being Alpha means always having the pack defer to you when something is wrong, usually they work themselves out but sometimes it comes down to me to make the big decisions.”

“Like if you should side with Voldemort or the Ministry.”

Fenrir nodded, “that has been the biggest thing lately. A lot of my wolves are people who have been bitten. I believe it is the Ministry setting out sick wolves to attack people who dared speak out against them. Take Dorian for example, a talented healer with an amazing skill for discovering things in the medical world that no one ever would. He was bitten as he was getting ready to submit a full report on the effects of Wolvesbane potion and a motion to have it disbanded.”

Harry looked up at him, “so because of his findings he was turned into the very creature he was trying to help. But wouldn’t he have been able to submit his report anyway?”

Fenrir snorted, “no one takes the world of a werewolf seriously. Think of Remus, how did people react when they found out he was a werewolf? Teaching in a school filled with young children day in and day out.”

“He lost his job, I had to watch him go…and then and there I hated every one of those parents. People I called friends were telling me it was for the best. That Remus was a monster and some of them even believed he should be put down. I lost a lot of house points because of that moment…broke a few noses too.”

“You used Muggle fighting to get back at them?” Fenrir asked, his voice filled with wonderment and awe.

Harry laughed softly, “all my life growing up, I hated violence. My uncle and aunt beat me, my cousin and his friends would chase me around. I was Punching Bag Potter, hell I’m damned sure that Dudley used to take a ‘fee’ for his friends beating up on me. I hate fighting, but I learned how to do it. My cousin was always bigger than me, but I learned that I could get away because I was faster. I fight only because I have to, not because I want to.”

“And what is it you want to do Harry?” Fenrir asked softly.

Harry chewed on his lip as he looked out over the ocean, the moon was nearly full, he suspected it would be tomorrow. It glittered over the ocean and he could even see what looked to be sea serpents and merfolk splashing about in the water. “I never really thought about it.”

“Hm,” Fenrir slowly scratched a hand through the scruff on his chin, “let me rephrase that. What is it you like to do, what do you enjoy?”

Harry shrugged, “I dunno, I like discovering things. But not by being told what to do, I like finding things out myself. I guess you could say I like order, but I also like the chaos that comes with it. Order derived of Chaos. You know the Greeks say that everything began with Chaos, then was born Light and Dark, of those was born the gods who governed everything, working in a constant balance to make the world work. Seems like the key to everything is balance, you can’t have too much of one thing and expect it not to blow up. Which I guess makes sense in what I going on in the world now.” Harry looked up and blushed before looking back over the ocean, “sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No Harry, I am genuinely interested in what you think. Besides, Dori says that talking about things helps the mind work through it. Maybe if you state your ideas and feelings you’ll be able to work out what you truly want to do from this moment on.”

Harry nodded and took a deep breath letting the salt smelling wind from the sea caress his skin. “Well, I view our world as chaotic, but that’s life. Life is chaotic and people are looking for an outlet of that chaos. For years the Wizarding world worked under the pure-blood line of thinking, then something shifted now everything is pushing to keep out the dark and the evil, but what makes dark evil? What makes light good? If you look at old mythology, some of the “Dark Gods” are usually the most benevolent. I mean I’ve done a little bit of reading, when I’m not busy with Quidditch or trying not to get killed by giant snakes or potions being blown up in class.” Harry laughed softly, “I think my favorite goddess is Hecate, she’s always depicted as an old grandmother, with a three headed white dog and a lantern on a walking stick. She guides those to the underworld, and protects magic users.”

“She’s also a goddess of the moon. She represents the dark side of the moon, a side that people think is evil, but in reality she is just the side that no one wants to face. When the moon is full you can see everything, but in the dark you don’t know what’s there and its fear that drives people to hate the dark.” Harry reached into his shirt and pulled out a necklace, the pendant was a dark black polished stone, with a silver design etched into it.

Fenrir leaned over and held the stone in his hand, highly aware of how close to Harry he was. “This is the great maze. Where did you hide this? It wasn’t around your neck when I saw you yesterday evening.”

Harry chuckled, “actually it was, the stone itself was just turned around on the chain and apparently tangled in my hair. Dorian found it and cleaned it up for me. I found this off of some old woman who was selling some jewelry in Hogsmead when I snuck down there my third year. She wouldn’t take my money, and she pressed the stone into my hand, even though I was under the Invisibility cloak she seemed to know, it was kinda creepy. But she pressed the stone into my hand and told me to always fallow the Maze, in the middle I would find something that would make me complete. The Goddess of the Dark Moon would guide me.”

Fenrir’s blue eyes locked with his, “that woman was a Priestess of Hecate, they are usually elderly women, in the end of their life and they offer the parting words of their goddess. Her giving you that means she knew you needed it. The Maze is supposed to be filled with dangerous obstacles that you either die from or overcome. In the center of the maze is your heart’s desire.” He leaned closer, his lips teasingly close to his mates. “What is your heart’s desire Harry?” He practically purred.

Harry gasped and whimpered softly as he wrapped his arms around Fenrir’s neck and closed the distance between them, kissing him awkwardly. He pulled back and blushed hotly. “I-I don’t…I’m sorry.”

Fenrir gave a growling chuckle, “don’t apologize to me, you are young. A little training and you can do anything.” He ran his fingers lightly down Harry’s cheek, his blue eyes taking in everything about the young face. “What did you want to talk about Harry?”

Harry leaned into the touch, “I know you think I’m your mate.” Harry said quietly. “Don’t look so shocked, with Remus being a werewolf my friend Hermione and I decided to look more into it. One of the books we found talked about mating…and it seems that I am showing signs of being a submissive wolf I guess…Dorian even asked me if I was a wolf. He seemed surprised that I’m not.”

Fenrir leaned back and laughed lightly, “it seems that everyone underestimates your brilliance Harry. As for an answer to you, yes I do believe you are my mate. When I’m around you I feel this need to keep you close, keep you safe. I carried you last night and your scent surrounded me, the wolf in me wants to claim you, but the man knows you are not of legal age and that you have also suffered a horrible blow to your world. It would be selfish of me to stake a claim that you don’t understand. But I can’t bring myself to stop reaching out to you, to touch you, or to keep away from you. I want you Harry, not because you are The Boy Who Lived, or the Savior, or Lily and James’s son. I want you because you are Harry, because you are the one Mother Moon intended for me.”

Harry sighed, “I don’t even know who Harry is. I’m constantly under the mantle of some title or my parent’s legacy. I have no idea who Harry Potter is…how can you know that whoever he is is going to be someone you want as a mate?”

Fenrir cupped Harry’s face in his hands and smiled softly, “because the real Harry Potter is looking up at me with these beautiful green eyes and telling me exactly who he is. A young man with an uncanny knack of knowing what is going on around him and a need to know the brilliance of life. I will take things as slowly as you wish, you are my Mate and I will do whatever you ask of me. This decision concerns no one but you and me, no matter what I will keep you safe from everything and everyone. If you are ever unhappy all you have to do is tell me and I will fix it.”

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, “why would you do that?”

“That is what it means to be the mate of the Alpha. I will protect you with my life Harry. In werewolves the dominates are the strength of the pack where the submissives are the heart of it. It’s like a splitting of souls; every werewolf is two halves that wait for the other to return. When returned they are whole again, creating a perfect bond. A bond of strength and love.”

“Like Sirius and Remus. I always wondered if I would be happy like them, when they are together there’s nothing between them, it’s all comfort and smiles and love…I’ve always wanted that for myself. But I was scared that I was being too selfish to ask for it.”

Fenrir sighed; it hurt him just how badly the boy was abused that he couldn’t even see himself be happy without feeling guilty. He realized just how carefully he would have to take things with his little mate, but the intelligence and the eagerness to learn might make things go easier. “It’s not selfish to ask for happiness, what was selfish of people keeping you from it. It made you dependent on them, hanging on every word, every promise, like hanging a piece of meat in front of a starving lion.”

Harry looked up at him with startled eyes, his mind throwing around images and the promises Dumbledore gave him. “T-they always say that I can be happy, once I’ve helped everyone. But at the first sign of trouble I either get shot down and given nothing or I get abandoned. I can’t do that anymore. So far the few hours I’ve been here everyone has given me answers when I asked for them. None of it has been ‘I’ll tell you when you’re older’ or ‘there are things you just don’t understand’ I’m not a stupid person like everyone thinks. Yeah I’m only fourteen, but I can think for myself. I knew what was happening to me at my aunt and uncles house was wrong, but when I tried to bring it up I got told that I had to go back, to ensure that I was safe. How safe is it to keep a child in such conditions? If I can keep this freedom and continue to grow and learn then this is what I want. If I even have a chance at having happiness around me and an even bigger chance of having some of that happiness for myself then yes I want that.”

Fenrir smiled, “everyone deserves to be happy Harry, and I’ll be right here, making sure you get to be happy. That is if you want me to.”

“For now, can we just go slow? I know you say I am your mate, and I feel some of the things that Remus describes when he is around Sirius, and I don’t think I’m ready for that…besides as you pointed out I am under the legal age, so until then can we just go slow?” His green eyes large and fear of being rejected clear in them.

The wolf nodded, “of course we can. It’s called courting Harry, and I would be more than happy to court you.” He smiled and lifted Harry’s hands to his lips and brushed a soft kiss to his knuckles. “Now what is this about you having almost been killed by a giant snake?”

Harry grinned as he began to explain his run in into the Chamber of Secrets his second year. Unknown to him Severus and Tom stood in the doorway of the garden watching them. Tom leaned back into the arms of his lover, smiling softly. They had heard everything and Tom knew that the balance of the world around them was shifting. “Can we do this? Are we as bad as Dumbledore?” Tom asked softly.

Severus nuzzled his neck, “no Tom, we aren’t. We are not going to use him; we are going to teach him. His life is his own here and he will be able to decide where he wants to go after this. Don’t second guess our actions because so far the boy is right. We are giving him a chance to learn for himself. Honestly, this is the happiest I have ever seen him since I have known him. The boy is usually miserable but has such a high honor code that he rushed off at the first yell for help. Here he will grow and adapt, learning who he is and what he wants. So far I think what he wants is to just be himself, let’s just let him be and let him figure out what he wants.”

Tom nodded, “lessons can start when he is more settled. Come, let’s let them be alone, I want to go work on my painting a little more.”

Severus smiled as he walked his love back into the Manor, content to know that should he be called by Dumbledore soon he knew that the boy would be safe.
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