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The Tribulation of the Blue Moon	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 80600 -:- Recommendations : 14 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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A/N: Happy early birthday Eliza-Jane! One of the Facebookers. I hope you enjoy your impromptu present!

Last Time

Loren worked on trying to relax Harry, trying to stop him from tensing up as the other pack members went about their tasks, repositioning him gently so that he had better access and manoeuvrability without any of Harry’s body parts getting in his way, but as he moved Harry’s head to tuck into his neck, pressing his chin into the top of Harry’s head, that was when Harry knew the time had come and he whimpered softly and held onto Loren’s thick, muscled legs tightly, he was still scared.

“It’s okay sweet one, bite on the belt and let me do this, I’ll be as quick and careful as possible and I promise it’ll be over real soon.”

Harry had never felt so grateful towards Loren before, but suddenly, everything went horribly wrong as the beta males, only three of them in the clearing with him at the moment, all stiffened and snarled, Harry was confused, but he didn’t stay that way for long as he picked his head up from where it was tucked under Loren’s chin and was hit in the side of the head with something and his body cut off from everything as he fell deeply unconscious.
Chapter Five – The Fallout
The first thing Harry realised when he woke up was that he was in absolute agony and he screamed. He screamed loudly, wordlessly and tried to get his mind to claw away from the thick, muffling fog that had descended over him.
He snapped open his eyes and the pain made everything blurry, it was almost like he needed his glasses again, but he hadn’t needed them since he had been bitten. He had left them in Grimmauld Place the night he had run.
“Harry! Harry it’s Sirius, please calm down.”
Harry heard the voice, but he didn’t understand as he lashed out and snarled lowly.
“I told you to give him his baby!” A voice hissed dangerously.
“He’ll kill it in this state!” A woman shouted back.
The voices were getting clearer and were making more sense and as soon as his brain picked up the word baby, his hands flew to his belly. His soft, sunken belly. He almost roared as he tried to force himself up.
“Harry, you were being kept prisoner, you don’t have anything to fear now. You don’t have to be afraid any more, you’re safe.”
He was back to being confused and not understanding and he lashed out blindly, he inhaled deeply, like he would have in wolf form, but all he could smell was blood. His mind panicked and he almost broke the wrist holding him down and as its owner recoiled and moved away from him he sat up, trying to shake the blurriness from his eyes and the fog from his mind.
“Give me my pup. NOW!” He demanded roughly, his throat dry and hoarse, feeling like sandpaper and sounding worse.
“Once you’ve calmed down then we…” Someone tried to placate him, but he reached out partially blinded by how blurry his sight was and slipped his hands around their neck, linking his fingers together and clenching tight. Almost lethally tight on both sides of the neck.
“I want my pup now. Not later. NOW!” He screamed into their face, even as he felt hands prying him away, before a quick spell had his fingers flying from the man’s neck out of his control.
“When we feel that you can be calm and can control yourself, then your baby will be given back.”
“We’re not going through with that!” Another man shouted. “You will not, as I live and breathe, tell him he only had one baby and keep the other one away from him! I won’t allow it!”
“It’s for the best, it would be easier to control him and fair on both sides to keep him from lashing out, he’ll still have the other baby in his sights, I just don’t think…”
Harry had heard more than enough and hearing that this man had tried to fool him into thinking he had only had one pup before trying to explain it away as blackmailing him and his behaviour with his own baby was a punch in the gut to him and he lashed his foot out at the speaker sharply, too fast for the person to react and he kicked the old man into the wall before taking the opening and using his sharpening sight to snatch up the bundles of blankets in a wickerwork basket at the far end of the room.
He squashed himself into the corner of the room and held his two pups tightly, glaring unseeingly at anyone who came near him. They had wanted to take one of his pups away from him. One of Fenrir’s pups.
“Please Harry, you were kept prisoner, you were raped, please listen, we only want to help you. We care for you, please let us help.”
Harry flinched and sunk back into the wall as much as he could. Nothing made sense, he didn’t understand. He sniffed his pups deeply, but they smelt clean and fresh, someone had bathed them. He growled lowly and averted his gaze from his pups to glare at the people in front of him. They had touched his pups, these people, these people who he was rapidly coming to recognise.
He locked eyes with the man kneeling closest to him and he studied the grey eyes, the worry worn face, the relief almost palpable in his body language.
“Sirius?” He asked tentatively.
The man breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Hey Harry, it’s been a while.”
“I…I don’t understand.” He said as he looked around him, recognising other members of the Order and that he was in the basement kitchen of twelve Grimmauld Place. “Why am I here?”
“We rescued you.” Sirius told him softly.
“From what?” Harry asked completely bewildered.
The Order members shared a look and Sirius swallowed heavily before sitting flat on the floor and putting his legs out, putting himself in a deliberately vulnerable position to appease Harry.
“Why, from the wolf pack of course. There were seven of them and they were keeping you gagged and under knife point when you were finally found. Of course it was never meant for you to get hit with the stunner.”
“Did you kill them?” Harry asked, his heart in his throat.
Sirius shook his head. “We’re the good guys Harry; we don’t kill people for the sake of it. The Order’s priority was getting you, so they got you and left quickly.”
The bile that had risen in his throat sank back down into his belly and Harry breathed a little easier, but he knew now that he wouldn’t be able to fully relax until he saw them all again, alive and well, with his own eyes. He wouldn’t believe those who had wanted to hold his one pup hostage to control his behaviour.
“Do you know the Father of the two babies Harry?” He was asked. “We can go back and find whoever raped you and charge him.”
Harry blinked. “Charge him?”
“Yes, for rape and abuse.”
A frown twisted his lips. “Why would you do that?”
They shared a look between themselves again and Harry felt left out. He didn’t know what was going on.
“It might be Stockholm syndrome.” Someone said gently. “His circumstances haven’t been the best and by that point any interaction would have been welcomed. It’s not uncommon in situations such as these.”
Sirius shifted closer to him and Harry felt the urge to recoil further, but he was as squashed against the wall as he could get himself.
“It’s going to be alright Harry.” He said gently. “We’re going to make you better.”
Harry’s frown deepened. He wasn’t aware that anything was actually wrong with him in the first place, but he had never heard of Stockholm syndrome before, so he wasn’t certain. Had there been complications with his birthing?
“Why don’t you give me the two babies and go and get some sleep.” Someone suggested and Harry turned vicious right before their eyes as he stood up so quickly they hadn’t seen him move his legs.
“I will kill you if you touch them!” He swore, his eyes glaring at the woman who took a hasty step backwards.
“I suggest you all leave.” The silky voice of someone Harry knew well warned them all.
Harry turned to look at Snape, who was standing in a far corner, but moved to come closer to him.
“Come Potter, I’ll show you to a room where you can get acquainted with your…pups.” The man sneered.
He didn’t know what made him follow Snape, especially after his snarky comment, perhaps it was the offer of actually staying with his pups, or maybe it was just the chance to get rid of the room full of people, but he edged around them all and backed away from them, following his old professor up the stairs and to a room down the hall, into a small, slightly dim sitting room.
He was left alone, but he didn’t fool himself into thinking he could run again. He didn’t even know where he had been when he had found Fenrir’s pack; he didn’t know what forest they were in or even what part of the country. He cursed himself for never asking, but it hadn’t seemed important, he would never have guessed that anyone would have found him, couldn’t have known that the Order was looking for him, though perhaps he should have with Voldemort still alive, they needed him, even if he didn’t want to ‘fulfil his destiny’ anymore. Besides asking where they were would have only served to make Fenrir suspicious of why he wanted to know, but because he didn’t know where they had been, he’d never be able to find them again and definitely not with two babies to care for as well. He hadn’t been able to feed himself on his own, how could he feed two newborns too?
He let out silent tears as he thought of his whole pack. Seven of his pack mates had been involved in the fight, Fenrir and only two others had been away from the pack at the time. He didn’t know if he could believe the Order when they said they had left his pack mates alive, because surely they would have fought for him and their alpha’s pups, fought their invading attackers, and fought viciously at that too. He just wanted Fenrir, but his alpha wouldn’t know what had happened or where he and the two pups were, his silent tears turned to sobs and he tried to muffle them. He just wanted to go home. He didn’t belong here anymore and he certainly hadn’t ever wanted to come back to this house of all places. He just wanted Fenrir, he wanted his pack, he wanted to take his two pups’ home to live in the peace of the forest.
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Fenrir growled moodily as he lugged all the stuff they had stolen for the pup back to the clearing. They’d had to go to several towns to get everything they needed and avoid being caught, but he had forced a brutal pace for Jonas and Stacey to keep up with, but he had chosen them to go with him because they were the two fastest members in his pack and he wanted to get this hording over and done with as quickly as possible.
He didn’t know why his pup needed so much stuff, but he vaguely remembered going to steal blankets and clothes when he had his first litter, the three who hadn’t survived the winter that year because they had been born sickly, his breeding partner had blamed him for not getting enough blankets despite the pups being unwell for some time, he killed her for putting the blame of his pups deaths solely on him, but he had taken no chances this year, he had several thick blankets for his pup this time around.
He had brought clothes, hats, socks, little gloves that had no fingers and soft shoes because Jonas had insisted. He didn’t argue with him, Jonas had had children before he was bitten, but his Wife had thrown him out afterwards and had told him to never show his face again. Out of love for her and his children, he hadn’t gone near them since, he let her tell his children that he was dead while he lived in a forest with a group of nine misfit men, ten now that Harry had joined them and soon to be more after the pup was born.
Fenrir wouldn’t have stood for such, he would have mauled the woman to death for saying such things to him before taking back his children and raising them in the forest with him and his pack, but then deep down he had always wanted children and he would have wanted those children with him. He had tried ‘making’ some by biting children and trying to raise them as his own, but they always remembered that he wasn’t their real Father; they always remembered that he had bitten them; they always remembered the pain which was refreshed in their minds with every full moon, so he had stopped forcing children into being his own by biting them and turned his mind back to having his own biological pups, his own children would be stronger he told himself and that had been when his last litter had been conceived the five that had been mauled to death by foxes because his idiotic bitch at the time had left them unprotected and vulnerable to go and wash in the river.
He no longer searched through endless children for one that could be his own, now he only hunted humans for food if their prey sources were scarce, it had been a long time since he had turned or killed anyone through spite. He didn’t go into towns very often anymore, so there was no one around to insult him or his pack or his kin.
He still remembered the one time the Ministry had had him in their grasp, back when he was much younger and didn’t have the renown that he did now, they had been trying to decide if he was some Muggle tramp as he claimed to be or if he should be signing the werewolf registry. He hadn’t had his wand on him that day, for which he was thankful as they believed that he was more Muggle tramp than werewolf, what with his overlong, scruffy hair and beard and ragged clothing, but he hadn’t fooled Lyall Lupin.
The man had gotten so angry with his co-workers that he had lost his temper and he had called all werewolves soulless and evil and deserving of nothing but death, right there in front of him. Of course Fenrir had not taken kindly to that at all. He had almost damned himself by attacking the man right there and tearing through his soft throat, it was the day before the full moon, his control had been thin and he had been young, but he had managed to restrain himself and Lupin had been thrown out of the questioning committee and the Ministry had let him go, just like that with a full apology and a memory charm on their lips.
However he was Fenrir Greyback, he was a werewolf and as soon as the Ministry official had taken him back to the alleyway beside the Ministry building, intending to erase the memory of the poor, confused Muggle tramp, Fenrir had attacked him, with two members of his previous pack, Warren and Nathan, who had followed him when he had been detained for questioning and had hidden in the shadows of the alleyway.
He had planned his revenge carefully, lulled the Lupins into a false security by leaving them alone for two whole months as he planned, he watched them though, fawning over and running around with their pride and joy, a four year old boy they had called Remus. It was almost too perfect to him and on the third full moon; he sat in the bushes, right under the boy’s window chanting the simple instruction determinedly and strongly over and over to plant it into his mind, into his wolf’s mind.
He had changed as silently as he could, gritting his teeth against the growls and snarls of pain that wanted to get out and when he had turned into the huge, jet black wolf, he had had just one thought in his mind that kept repeating over and over, get the boy, get the boy.
He had climbed the side of the house with his claws digging deep into the brick, using the window sill to force his huge, heavy body up to the top floor, where he had nosed open the little boy’s window and found his little bed right inside the room, right under the window. Too perfect.
He clamped the boy in his massive jaws and the four year old had jerked awake, screaming like no one else ever had, a high, piteous, continuous noise of blinding agony. He had been the youngest Fenrir had ever bitten and he didn’t expect the whelp to survive the bite, let alone the next full moon when he changed form for the first time. But he had.
The boy’s father had saved the boy from outright death; him and gravity. The powerful curses had pushed him back away from his prey and he had slipped back down the side of the house, taking chunks of brick with him before fleeing into the woods. The boy had lived and grown into a man; Fenrir had gotten his revenge and rarely thought about the little boy he had bitten. He had lost no sleep over the incident and he had made Lyall Lupin rethink his stance on werewolves being soulless and evil by turning his only beloved child into one, so his plan had actually worked out better than he had thought.
It was only a year after that incident that he had become too powerful for his pack and his alpha had outcast him in fear of being challenged, defeated and replaced under the guise of punishment for breeding a female and pupping her when he wasn't the alpha male of the pack, even though the actual alpha of the pack hadn't shown any interest in any of the pack females that breeding season, so he had been within his rights to breed her and have pups, though he had still been outcast for his 'transgressions against the pack' right after his three sickly pups had died.
That had been a dark time for him and he had regrettably slipped down a dark path and started doing the bidding of dark wizards like a common dog just because he wanted someone to talk to, until one day he found himself as a lackey for the Dark Lord. In the end he had woken up and realised what he was doing. He dug himself out by gathering up other outcasts, saving them from the same path he had been travelling down and forging his own pack, then the Dark Lord had fallen and he had taken his pack and buried them deeply into the forests of Britain to live a relatively peaceful life away from humans that didn’t understand, the Ministry who wanted to chain them and dark wizards who wanted to use them for bloodshed. Don’t get him wrong he had loved the bloodshed, had relished in it even, but he had never been very good at taking orders from anyone, he was an alpha at heart, he always had been, it was why he had been outcast from his old pack, and no one, not even Dark Lords, told an alpha what to do.
Fenrir knew something was wrong almost as soon as he entered his territory. The neighbouring wolf pack was silent and so was his own. It was eerily silent in the forest and he broke into a jog as he strained his hearing to pick up anything he could, but there was nothing, no sound at all, even the birds and rodents were silent.
He shared a look with Jonas and Stacey, the both of them looking as uneasy as he felt and he dumped the bags he was holding and broke into a run, his two beta males followed his lead and they all ran as fast as they could to their clearing, their home, they could always come back for the bags at a later date if the tension in him turned out to be a false alarm.
They all broke into the clearing at the same time…to find three of their pack members strewn about, pale and wet from the cold rain that had fallen yesterday. They hadn’t moved since yesterday and they were all deathly pale.
Fenrir fell beside Grant and touched thick, clumsy fingers to his neck, drowning out his own thudding pulse that was hammering in his ears, ignoring how bloodless and bone pale Grant was as much as he could, his pack members couldn’t be dead, they just couldn’t be.
He let out such a loud sigh of relief when he found the thick beat under his fingers. His pack mate was so pale because he was very, very cold, he had to warm him up quickly, they didn’t know how long they had been like this.
“They’re all still alive.” Jonas said as he moved Sidney closer to Scott and taking off his thick jacket to place over them for warmth.
“Where are the others?” Stacey asked, a hint of trepidation in his voice.
“This smells of wizard.” Fenrir rumbled, his quick temper flaring.
“You don’t think those humans that have been stomping around for weeks have anything to do with this, do you alpha?”
“I’d stake my fucking life on it.” Fenrir snarled. “I knew I should have disposed of them quicker.”
“We couldn’t risk exposing Ha…rry.” Jonas said, trailing off softly.
Fenrir whipped around and then growled. “If they’ve hurt Harry…”
He trailed off himself, his threat left open. He cupped his hands around his mouth and howled, loud and long, his call echoing throughout the forest. They waited, tensely for minutes, but no answering call was forthcoming.
“Go and check the birthing den.” Fenrir ordered. “It looks like they built a fire.” He told them kicking the charred pieces of wood that Grant had been lying near. There was a large pot knocked over that had a pool of water in it. “The only reason they would have done that would be if Harry had had the pup and they won’t answer a call if they have pups with them.”
“They would have needed water too alpha; some could have been attacked down by the river too.” Jonas pointed out.
Fenrir snarled and stalked off to the river, hoping his remaining pack members were hidden out on its banks. Some of them were, but not in the state he had wanted to see them in. He had never wanted to see his pack members in such a state.
Miles had put up a tremendous fight by the looks of things, he was covered in dried blood, but none of the injuries looked fatal, he had obviously been stood over a knocked out Nick before he had gone down fighting.
Fenrir picked them both up carefully and carried them back to the rendezvous clearing, to find Jonas carrying a very bloody Bryan against his chest.
“He’s got some bad wounds alpha.” Jonas told him worriedly. “He must have given a hell of a fight, I found him a mile past the birthing den, the smell of his blood drew me to him.”
“Who’s still missing?”
“Loren and Harry.” Jonas said cautiously.
“I hope they got away.” Fenrir grunted.
“Why did the wizards leave them alive?” Jonas asked after he and Fenrir had checked to make sure the bleeding on Miles and Bryan wasn’t too severe or in any way life threatening.
“They must have been after Harry; they didn’t care about killing us, just getting Harry.” Stacey said as he came into the clearing, carrying a severely beaten Loren, who was still bleeding sluggishly. “His pulse is very weak. He’s going to die alpha.”
Fenrir took Loren and used the water in the nearest bowl to wash Loren’s body, finding several severe wounds and one that could have been fatal. He was carrying the suture kit they had swiped for Harry. Fenrir used it now to save Loren’s life, hoping that it was enough as Jonas and Stacey washed, dried and arranged the others in the small, shallow cave into a puppy pile on the hides to keep them warm.
“Spread out and see if you can find any trace of Harry, going the direction Loren was in is a good bet, he smells heavily of him, he must have tried to run with Harry but gotten caught. He might have given Harry enough time to get away.”
“Will you stay here alpha?” Jonas asked, looking to the cave worriedly.
Fenrir nodded curtly. He wouldn’t leave his pack members alone and vulnerable and he didn’t expect Harry to be anywhere in the forest, Stacey was right, the wizards had come for Harry and they had taken out his pack before taking him. He needed to plan their next move and he needed to play nurse maid to his injured pack members before he went out and hunted for Harry and his pups. He would find them; no matter how long it took him or how many people he had to kill to get to him, he’d find them and he’d bring them home.
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Harry refused to be cooperative with the Order. Everything they asked of him was met with either stubborn silence, a curt no or even a growl of denial, or he completely ignored them. He refused to bathe, he refused help with his pups, he refused to sleep in a bed, he refused cooked food and he refused to let his children out of his arms, let alone his sight.
He talked minimally and only to certain people, he spent most of his time caring for his babies and ignoring all attempts anyone made to get them away from him for any reason.
They had even called in a specialist Healer who dealt with matters of the mind, swore him to secrecy and told him that he was suffering from Stockholm syndrome, which he still didn’t know what it was. He hadn’t spoken to the Healer either, he hadn’t even looked at him as he was asked a multitude of questions and he had spent the hour and a half that the Healer was here ignoring him very effectively as he cooed and played with his tiny pups.
He spent most of his time looking out of the windows of the house, hoping that he’d see Fenrir storming down the street to come and get him. It was a dream, a mere fantasy and he hated that he had lost his home, his family, his lover and it didn’t make him very friendly towards his captors, who were still claiming to have rescued him.
They had even tried to poison him, blatantly and obviously. He had thrown the goblet they had handed to him containing the Wolfsbane potion and he demanded furiously that it be kept well away from him, they hadn’t listened and for seven entire days now they kept bringing it back to him, encouraging and coaxing him to drink it, to just try it, just this once, just for one full moon. He sneered and snarled and started throwing the goblets at their heads as soon as the smoking goblet was placed near him. He wouldn’t even suffer to have it near him. He was a true werewolf, he didn’t need the wizards’ poison to tame him, he was a wolf, he wasn’t meant to be locked up and tamed like a domestic dog. He wouldn’t have their poison near him or his pups.
“Please snap out of it Harry.” Sirius begged.
“Snap out of what?” He demanded finally, his temper finally winning out over his petty vow to stay silent.
“The full moon is tonight. You can’t have your babies around you.” Sirius told him gently.
“You just try to take them from me!” He snarled.
“It’s the full moon Harry, please. Just let me look after them overnight. Just one night, I’m not going to take them away from you, you can have them back as soon as you wake up tomorrow. I won’t let anything happen to them and they’ll be happy and well fed, I promise.”
“No.”
“You’ll hurt them.” Tonks snapped angrily. “You haven’t taken any of the Wolfsbane potion.”
“Like hell I will hurt them or swallow that vile swill!”
“You’re a werewolf Harry, how do you think you’re going to react when you see two squirming, squalling babies? You’ll think of them as a quick snack and eat them!”
“They’re my children of course I won’t fucking eat them you insane whore!” Harry yelled.
“Don’t speak that way Harry.” Dumbledore chided.
“I’ll speak anyway I fucking like! Do you know that the chances of my children having lycanthropy are over eighty percent? Seeing as I and their Father are werewolves, the chances that we passed those genes on makes your point invalid!”
“There is still a chance that they are not werewolves.” Dumbledore told him.
“Still don’t care.” Harry said as he cuddled his two little pups on his lap, wrapped in the only blankets he allowed on his children, given to him by Sirius, as they didn’t reek of magic. He refused all the clothes he was given, but he did put his pups in nappies, just for convenience.
“We can’t allow you to go through the change with two newborns with…”
“Can’t allow me?!” Harry yelled. “I’m sorry but I don’t take orders from you! You don’t allow me to do anything because you have fuck all to do with me!”
“I am your Headmaster Harry.”
Harry snorted. “Don’t know if you’ve noticed but I haven’t been in school for a year and a half now and I’m not going back there. You’re nothing to me.”
“I’m your godfather…” Sirius tried.
“Don’t need you.” Harry cut in shortly as he stroked his oldest pup’s cheek, watching the little lip slip under the top lip as his pup snuffled in sleep.
“Don’t say that Harry, of course you need Sirius.” Dumbledore said sternly.
“For what?” Harry asked, then snorted when no answer was immediately forthcoming. “That’s what I thought.”
“You need support, someone to talk to…” Sirius tried.
“I had that with my pack!” Harry screamed. “You took me from my home! The people I cared for! The Father of my pups! You attacked them and took me from them and they had showed me nothing but kindness and care! You could have killed them for all I know!”
“You’re suffering from Stockholm syn…” Tonks started.
“Stop saying that! I don’t even know what it is, but I’m not suffering with anything!” Harry shouted.
“Stockholm syndrome is when a captive expresses sympathy and care towards their captors through emotional stress and the need to do as their captor says as a means of self-preservation.” Dumbledore told him.
Harry pulled a face and looked blankly at them. “How does that work? I still don’t like any of you and I’m certainly not being sympathetic or caring towards you through emotional stress or self-preservation.”
“No, your captors Harry, the wolf pack who kept you bound and gagged.”
Harry’s frown deepened and he looked at them all strangely.
“They’ve never kept me bound and gagged.”
“You were gagged when we first entered the clearing.” Tonks told him.
“No, I was biting on a leather belt because I was in pain. I had gone into labour and you idiots attacked them as they were trying to help me give birth!”
“What?” Sirius asked. “You never said that Tonks! You said he was gagged and tied up and the wolves tried to run with him.”
“They did!”
“Lying whore!” Harry snarled at her.
The woman flushed horribly and her hair darkened with her face.
“You lied.” Sirius said, colouring up with her. “He wasn’t a captive at all was he?!”
“No!” Harry answered. “I was actually happy! They saved my damned life! I would have died last winter without them, I would have either starved to death or I would have frozen to death if they hadn’t have taken me in and nursed me back to health!”
“They never hurt you or…or raped you or tied you up?” Sirius asked.
“Of course not, I was their alpha bitch. My breeding partner would have killed them if they had even tried, which they never, we had too much fun together, they liked me too much to ever hurt me.”
They all paled the more he spoke, but Harry didn’t care. He wanted to make them see that his pack hadn’t been bad at all.
“Alpha bitch?” Sirius said, swallowing heavily.
Harry nodded. “I expect my alpha to come looking for me and don’t expect him to be very friendly or forgiving, you not only took me from him, you took his pups too. He’s not going to rest until he’s found us. He doesn’t like people taking his things from him.”
“We thought you were being held captive.”
“Well I wasn’t and I don’t think he’ll care. You took me, took his pups and attacked his pack. He’s not going to be happy.”
“He wasn’t there the other day, was he?” Dumbledore asked shrewdly.
Harry laughed. “Of course not, do you think you would have won the fight if my alpha had been there with us?”
“We managed fine…” Tonks started, but Harry had heard enough.
“We were split up into three different groups, one of which wasn’t even there! We were distracted with my labour and my packmates were panicked with the pups coming so suddenly, as if you could have gotten the jump on us on any other normal day!” Harry shot down. “My alpha would have had all of us away and protected and he would have killed you.”
“No werewolf is that good.” Tonks snorted. “Especially ones without a wand.”
“Several of us had wands.” Harry told her. “We keep them in a special area of our den so they don’t get lost, we don’t need them for everyday activities so we don’t bother keeping them on us. If our alpha had been there you wouldn’t have snuck up on us and we would have been ready for you!”
No one said anything. Harry cooed to his youngest pup as baby blue eyes blinked open and then screwed up in distress.
“Oh pup, are you hungry?”
Harry picked the both of them up and moved to the kitchen, he slipped one baby into the sling he had rigged up out of the duvet cover for his bedspread that he had knotted tightly around his body as he fed his youngest baby with the baby milk powder stuff Sirius had handed to him.
Harry had broken the seal himself, had sterilised the bottles himself and warded the formula powder every time he wasn’t using it with Sirius’ wand, which had trustingly been handed over to him for his use until he could get a new one. He had been called overly paranoid, but he had snapped back that he was taking no chances and Moody had given him a gruff nod of approval, even though he didn’t like the situation at all.
“How are you going to feed them when you’re in wolf form?” Sirius asked. “It’ll be better if you let me watch over them Harry, please.”
Harry glared at him. “Stop trying to get my pups from me! They’re staying with me and that’s that.”
“It would be wise…”
“I didn’t ask for your so called wisdom.” Harry snapped at Dumbledore. “Just leave us alone!”
Harry switched the pups around and fed his older pup, burped them both before going up to the room he had been given and slammed the door. He shoved the chair under the handle and then curled up in the nest of blankets he had made in the far corner. He had tried to get out of the window once, but though he could open it, it was warded to stop anything from going out.
He was left alone, but an hour from sunset the banging started, the curses and Harry hurried to ward the door tightly, using his emotions channelled through Sirius’ wand to keep them out. It would at least buy him time; they would not come in if he was in wolf form. He knew it. They wouldn’t risk it.
“Open the door Harry!” Came a voice he hadn’t heard since coming back almost a full hour later, when the moon rise was imminent. The man who had started all of this. Remus Lupin.
“Are you joining us tonight Remus?” He asked happily, encouragingly.
“Joining…Harry this is madness! They’re innocent babies!”
“I thought you would understand.” Harry said, almost too softly for them to hear.
“I can’t understand you Harry, why would you put your own babies in such danger.”
“I’m not putting my pups in any danger!”
“Just open the door Harry, we can talk this through.”
“It’s ten minutes until sundown, what talking do you think you can do in that time?”
“That’s why I’m here. You haven’t even tried to take the Wolfsbane potion. It’ll help Harry, I promise it will help.”
“I’m not taking that muck!” Harry shouted angrily. “It’s poison!”
“I’ve only ever heard Fenrir Greyback call the Wolfsbane potion poison.” Remus said mildly.
“Who?” Harry said, his heart in his throat.
He could almost hear the sighs of relief from the other side of the door.
“He’s the most vicious, savage werewolf ever; he’s in league with Voldemort and…”
“Liar!” Harry burst out before he could help himself.
The banging on the door increased and Harry smiled as he felt the moon hit the earth. He started screaming as the change started and he woke his pups, who cried with him. The hammering on the door got louder, but he didn’t stop screaming as his body shifted shape painfully without Fenrir there to ease him through it, fur sprouted through his skin, his ears grew erect and pointed and his tail, paws and snout came through together.
He lay on the floor on his belly, he whined in pain, used to his breeding partner coming to sooth him immediately after he had turned, only he wasn’t there. He inhaled deeply and he snarled furiously as he realised that he was inside. He wanted to be outside! He wanted the grass beneath his paws and the cool night air, the light of the full moon bathing his body as he hunted and frolicked with his pack as he rutted and slept with his breeding partner.
He went up against the wall to his indoor prison and raked his claws down the wall, scratching, trying to get out. He howled loudly and slammed his body against the wall and howled again, before he turned and saw the dark, fluffy things whining on the floor, both their eyes open and blue, one grey, one black. He padded to them and snuffled around them gently. They were both his, his and his breeding partner’s and he yowled, trying to call his breeding partner to them, he needed the protection of his pack, he didn’t like being locked inside, he had nothing to hunt, his pups had nothing to eat.
He snarled and threw himself against the wall and started clawing at it desperately, trying to get out.
He heard a whine behind him and he abandoned his attack and went to his pups immediately, licking them and reassuring them that he was still here. He picked them up carefully, delicately in between his front teeth and placed them carefully together in the den. He covered them over with the strange earth, hiding them before he went back to trying to make an escape path for them, attacking the obstacles in the prison, trying to claw through other walls, trying to find a weak spot in one of them before he lay down with his pups to rest, biting into his own leg when the hunting instinct and need for blood became too great to ignore.
He didn’t stop howling, growling, snarling or yowling throughout the entire night and once he had rested he attacked the walls and used his jaws to throw the feeble pieces of wood in the room around in a rage. He called endlessly for his breeding partner, for his pack, for his alpha. He didn’t understand what had happened, what was going on, where he was, where they were and he didn’t like it.
He soothed his pups when they woke, tried to break out when they were sleeping and when he was resting he bit himself to curb the craving for blood with the smell of humans all around him. All night he acted like this and by the time morning came, when the full moon vanished and the sun rose, he was battered and bruised, cut, bitten and bleeding. Fenrir had not found him during the night.
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Fenrir woke up miles and miles from his territory, his whole pack around him, with barely any inclination of why he had been travelling in this direction. He remembered some parts of the night, more than most of his pack would, but bits were still a blur and some memories were completely missing.
He sat up and woke his pack members in the process, they had eaten well last night and it was small comfort to him when he didn’t know what Harry had eaten or if he had eaten at all, his alpha bitch was too skinny to start missing meals. It would ruin all of the hard work he had put in to make Harry healthier and a heavier weight and get him onto some semblance of a normal diet.
He had found out what had gone on during his mere two day absence and his mood was not improved to have his suspicions confirmed. Harry had gone into labour the morning after the night he had left his pack, which was why his pack had been scattered and panicked enough to be taken by surprise. He didn’t blame them, he blamed himself and he hated feeling that way.
Nick and Miles had been attacked first at the river, which had set his betas on alert and on edge; Sidney had run to the main clearing to warn them, only to find Grant and Scott being attacked too. A spell aimed at Loren had hit Harry and had alerted them to the impending attack and Loren had got up and run with his alpha bitch as the others tried to give him time and held off the attackers that had managed to take them by surprise. Bryan had followed after Loren to keep them from his back. Bryan had split from Loren and Harry to draw several of the attackers off to the one direction and he got attacked for it, but Loren had refused to give Harry up, not even when he had been surrounded on all sides, so they had had to pry him from Loren’s arms after he had been attacked severely and knocked unconscious, refusing to give in to the last.
He had been closer to Loren since, but he had praised all of them for trying to get Harry and his pups away, even if they had ultimately failed in the end, they had tried their hardest and would have given their lives for Harry too. He could ask no more of that from them.
“Where are we?” Bryan asked roughly, still half asleep.
“I think we’re in Braintree.” He grumbled remembering seeing a sign just before he called the pack to curl up and sleep.
“Where are we going?” Miles asked. Fenrir had been kinder to him too after it emerged he had put himself in front of Nick’s unconscious body and took all the cutting hexes meant for the weaker wolf. He valued such actions of loyalty and bravery from his pack members.
“I’m not entirely sure, but something is telling me London is where he is.”
“He came from London.” Jonas said softly. “It’s where he ran from, some street called Grimmauld Place near the centre of the city. If whoever captured him are the same people he run from before…”
“They would have taken him back to Grimmauld Place. Idiots!” Fenrir snarled. “It’s where he killed his family, how could they be so fucking stupid as to take him back there?!”
“We don’t know that he is there alpha.” Sidney said. Fenrir punched him to the ground so hard his mouth burst into a torrent of blood and then Fenrir stomped on him angrily in a fit of rage and frustration.
“If you have nothing useful to say, shut your fucking mouth!” He snarled.
“Do we carry on for London alpha?” Jonas asked tentatively.
Fenrir nodded. “We all know how to Apparate, we Apparate to the alleyway behind Kings Cross station.”
“I…alpha.” Loren interrupted softly, flinching and ducking away as Fenrir turned deep blue eyes onto him.
“What Loren?”
“I went to Salem’s Academy in America; I don’t know where King’s Cross station is.”
Fenrir grunted and took hold of his arm. “You come with me. All of you Apparate now.”
He saw them off, Scott holding Sidney, before holding Loren to his own chest and twisting on the spot, appearing in the disgusting, filthy, noisy, smelly Capital city next to his pack mates.
“Now we find this Grimmauld Place and hunt the fuckers down. We will find Harry and the pups.”
“I’m sure we will alpha.” Jonas nodded. “These people are fucking stupid if they did take him to Grimmauld Place, surely they know he would have told us where he was from.”
“They’re stupid for taking him at all and I’ll show them exactly how fucking stupid they are for taking what’s mine away from me.”
Fenrir strode out of the alleyway and saw a woman’s eyes widen at the sight of him as she hurried to cross the road and go in the opposite direction to him. He snorted and couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to think that she was worth a single minute of his time.
His pack followed him and he wondered idly if they should have had a wash and a think about their ripped, dirty, tattered clothing first, but it was too late now and he found himself not caring, he wanted Harry back with him and little else.
He wandered around London and he snarled as he tried to find a map or something to help him, but in the end his patience ran out and he grabbed a passing man and almost shook him, but managed to control himself.
“Where is Grimmauld Place?” He asked harshly.
“It…it’s a ten minute walk, that way!” The man stammered, pointing in the direction they were already heading in. The man almost wet himself in fear.
Fenrir let him go and carried on without even thanking him.
“What are we going to do when we get there alpha?” Bryan asked him.
“Pummel the shit out of who took Harry, get him and the pups and get them back to our clearing, we have to pack up and move quickly, they know where we live now. We need a new home.”
Fenrir was so angry that his mate and pups had been taken from him, that his home of the last decade had been compromised and he had to move his pack, go through the endless walking and the uncertainty of finding a new place to build a home. His large hands clenched tightly and he gritted his teeth. He wanted to smash a few skulls into pieces, he wanted Harry safely back in his arms, their pups not far behind. He swore that if these people had hurt Harry or hurt his pups, he’d make their end so slow they’d lose their minds to the agony of it.
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They were moving him today they said, after he had screamed at them the morning after the full moon that this house held such nightmares for him. Sirius had looked at him horrified, only then realising what this house did to him, what memories this house held, the horrors, the nightmares it gave him from what he did.
He could barely sleep, not between the nightmares and the three hourly feedings of his pups. He still refused any and all help with them, even though someone was always in the kitchen when he went down, they had set up a night watch to make sure he didn’t pack up and run in the middle of the night.
He had named his two pups at last, his oldest pup was Ulric and his youngest was Felan. Both boys were growing strong and well, but only Harry liked the names, everyone else was trying to get him to rename them to something ‘normal’, Harry lost his temper every time someone so much as pulled a face over the names of his two pups.
Some were harsher than others towards him and one new member of the Order that had been recruited when he was away that he didn’t even know the name of and had never met before had told him that Ulric sounded like a mix of ulcer and dick, so started calling his oldest son Disease and he said that Felan was too close to felon and called his youngest son Criminal.
He didn’t say much of anything anymore, not after Harry had tucked his two sons into the wickerwork basket, one of the only times he had ever put them down in a room of people, and he had pummelled the man’s teeth down his throat with his knuckles and the side of his fist after yet another dig at his two sons, one dig too far in Harry’s opinion as his temper snapped and got the better of him. He hadn’t stopped until nearly every tooth had been smashed out and only then it was because he had been dragged off by Remus.
The man had since taken Skele-gro to regain his teeth, but he flinched whenever Harry went near him and swallowed heavily when Harry would deign to grace him with his gaze. Harry had well and truly opened their eyes to the person he was now, the person he had been forced to become to survive and he believed the change shocked them and made them wary of him.
Remus was always trying to talk to him now since the full moon and they came into see the utter destruction of the room he had barred himself in once the sun had risen, not to mention the state he himself had been in all battered, bruised and bleeding, but he delighted in shoving his two sleeping, completely unscathed babies in their faces.
Though Remus was completely annoying the hell out of him, trying to get him to understand what he was now that he was a werewolf and the precautions he had to take, but Harry ignored him and simply told him that he knew what he was, he had been this way for a year and a half now, of course he knew that he was a werewolf and that his pack had told him what it meant to be a real werewolf and he had even used that opening to take a dig at Remus by telling him that he wasn’t merely a man with fur and he should behave like a real wolf. That had made Remus furious and he had stormed off without saying anything, Tonks hurrying off after him.
They hadn’t mentioned his behaviour just before the full moon had peeked out, when he had screamed at them that they were liars about Fenrir. He snuck down and heard them talking in the dark of the night. They were hoping that he wasn’t ‘in league’ with Fenrir, that he didn’t know what he was talking about and was merely defending another werewolf out of an instinctual feeling of kinship, but Harry knew. Fenrir was his breeding mate and he would have him back as soon as possible.
“Where are we going?” Harry asked as he cuddled his sons to his chest and addressed Sirius.
“We were thinking of the Burro…”
“Abso-fucking-lultely not!” Harry snarled. “Are you people thick?”
“What’s the problem this time?” Tonks sniped, like she had been doing almost since he had arrived.
“I killed half of the family!” Harry shouted. “That’s the problem. I won’t go there!”
“Over half of the family and that’s your problem.” She said dismissively.
Harry wished he hadn’t handed Bryan’s dagger back to him in the clearing, he would have loved to have buried it between her eyes right now and he growled lowly, grinning with the thought of plunging the dagger into her over and over which unnerved her and her stubbornly crossed arms loosened and one hand flexed to her wand.
“We were thinking of it.” Sirius cut in, trying to calm the situation. “You’re going to the house of a trusted Order member now.”
“Wonderful, when are we going? This house haunts me.”
“That’s your own fault!” Tonks snapped.
“Shut…your fucking mouth…wench…before I put my foot through it.” Harry snarled tightly through gritted teeth.
“Don’t say things like that Harry.” Remus chided.
Tonks smiled at him, presumably for sticking up for her, and Harry mimed visibly heaving onto the floor and gave them the look they deserved. Remus actually flushed, but Tonks glared at him.
“Keep that look on your face and I’ll stab out your eyes with anything that comes to hand when you’re sleeping.” Harry threatened.
Tonks recoiled and Harry snorted and turned away, muttering about weak humans.
“When did you become such a pariah for werewolves?” Remus asked.
“I’ve never hated werewolves, I never ran from you, I never moved away from your touch, I looked up to you and respected you, but when I was bitten I realised that you live an entirely different life to most werewolves. It’s not you or werewolves like you that need the help. It’s the werewolves who are out there, on their own, with no pack to look after them or help them, struggling to survive every single day in such terrible conditions. Like I was.” He said softly. “You may not be able to get a job easily, so what? I almost died because I had absolutely nothing to eat during the winter! There was nothing, no animals, no vegetation, no fruits, I had to break into people’s homes and raid their kitchens! I would have given my arms for a piece of manky bread just to keep me alive for one more day! I was too weak, too young and inexperienced to go after the big game that was around during the winter and it was too cold, the snow came up to my shins, there was nothing to eat, everything was iced over, I almost lost my feet to the cold! Without my pack, I would have died.”
There was silence and Harry took a moment to compose himself, burying his face into Ulric’s little blanket, wiping his eyes of the tears that had gathered in the corners and had dampened his eyelashes.
“How many members does your pack have?” Remus asked.
“Thirteen.” Harry said softly.
“So you made the fourteenth?”
Harry snorted. “I included myself and my pups in my pack numbers, after all they’re my pack and they’re my home and we three are a part of that.”
“Your home is here, with us!” Sirius said passionately.
“Maybe once, before I was bitten Sirius, but I have a new home now. I have my pack, they’re my family, they’re like my older brothers and I have my alpha, the Father to my sons, how can you take me from them when I finally managed to forge my own life? How can you separate me from my family now that I finally have one after so long? It’s not right that my sons should grow up not knowing their Father. I don’t want to stay here.”
Sirius swallowed, but he looked like he understood and maybe he did, Harry thought. He had been so out of place with his own family that he had run to live with the Potters when he was sixteen. His true family as he had always said, despite not being related to them by blood, his pack were his family, Sirius couldn’t take him away from them, he just couldn’t. It wasn’t very different to what he had done in his youth, only Harry was doing it now, only not only had be gained a family, he had made a family too, unlike Sirius, he had a romantic interest waiting for him and two babies to think about as well.
“I missed you.” Sirius said softly.
“I missed you too. Endless days were spent wondering what you were doing, what you were feeling…if you still gave a damn about me after what I did.” Harry confided quietly.
Sirius pulled him into a hug then and held him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“We should never have brought you to this house.” Sirius said. “I just didn’t think. I was so focused on getting you back, on having you here before my eyes again that I just didn’t think what it would mean or do to you to be back here, for that I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, but I paid my price for killing them as I did. I starved for over a year, I struggled to live day to day for over a year, everything revolved around food and eating and getting my next meal, but the shifting weakened me, it sometimes tore my muscles so badly that I couldn’t move for days, I couldn’t hunt, I couldn’t eat anything. I was always scared Sirius, always afraid, always hungry, always in pain, it was constant for thirteen months and then I found my pack by chance. I wasn’t even going to go that way, but there was an encampment of humans in a clearing on the edge of the forest, so to avoid them I went the other way and I kept going that way until I found another forest, but by then it was snowing hard and I was frozen, I thought I was going to lose my feet, or at least my toes, as I had lost my trainers by that point and my socks had all but rotted off of my feet. I didn’t realise I was in claimed territory until it was too late, I tried to leave but some of my pack mates caught up to me, the rest is history. They fed me, clothed me, looked after me and diligently nursed me back to health. I fell in love and I have two pups to show for it, you can’t take me away from that now. Not now.”
“We can and we have.” Tonks snapped. “You’re a werewolf, not an actual wolf; you need to be in a house and so do those two babies, not out in some stupid forest!”
“That stupid forest was my home!” Harry snarled.
“It’s no place for babies.” Remus said simply.
Harry’s nose scrunched up in disgust. “You are no werewolf; you’re a sheep in wolf’s fur. My sons took mine and my partner’s lycanthropy; they changed on the full moon with me into the most adorable little balls of fluff, one grey like me, the other black, like him.”
Remus swallowed heavily. “Fenrir Greyback was a black wolf. I remember the night he came through my window in the dead of night and savaged me when I was asleep. I was months away from my fifth birthday.”
“You’re a grey wolf though, that’s why I’m grey. One of my beta males told me so.”
“My Father tried to find all manner of potions and curses to lift the curse of the werewolf from me, they kept me alive long enough for me to actually reach my next birthday each year or I would have died from the bite or from the agonising transformations, but one of the potions merely bleached my fur and changed my colour genetics until I was almost white. It’s gotten steadily darker since, I am still a grey wolf, so you were too, but don’t change the subject Harry, black wolves are hard to come by, there are few of them left, is your breeding mate Fenrir Greyback?”
Harry debated telling them, if black wolves really were rare, then Fenrir was easily recognisable in wolf form to others, but he knew they had already guessed, his slip up on the full moon, one of his pups being a black wolf, there was no way they wouldn’t know, they didn’t need him to confirm it, they already knew deep down.
“You know it is.” Harry said.
They all drew in breath like it had come as a surprise to them.
“Harry he’s a monster! A brute! He bit me when I was four!” Remus jumped up to shout at him, which woke Ulric.
Harry glared at him for insulting Fenrir and waking his oldest pup. Harry placed Felan gently onto his knees and soothed Ulric before his crying could wake his younger brother.
“What Fenrir has or hasn’t done in the past is in the past.” Harry told Remus stiffly. “He has shown me nothing but kindness and care and I won’t judge him for his past as he never judged me for mine.”
“I bet he was pleased to hear that you had killed eight people, wasn’t he?” Remus had the strangest look on his face and Harry picked up Felan quickly and slipped him into the sling before doing the same to a quieted Ulric, leaving his hands free in case he needed to run.
“It was twelve by the time I met him.” Harry burst out in anger. “And yes, he was pleased and I still don’t care! He saved me where no one else did and I will always be grateful to him for that.”
“You killed humans again after that one night?” Sirius asked.
Harry gave a curt nod. “I told you, I was slowly starving to death, sometimes I wouldn’t know how close to a town or village I was and the full moon would catch me unaware, I didn’t always know what day it was or when the full moon was going to be, so there were accidents, but I killed them for food, never just for the hell of it. If there was livestock I’d carry off a sheep or a piglet, but in winter that became almost impossible, so yes I killed and ate another four people while in wolf form during the winter months to keep myself alive.”
“Then I have no choice but to arrest you as a werewolf, as it is my duty as an Auror and take you in to the Ministry, I could have ignored the initial eight kills because of the circumstances, but you’ve killed against since.” Tonks said, looking entirely too happy about the situation.
“Over my dead body!” Sirius hissed, leaping to his feet in front of Harry.
“That can be arranged seeing as you’re still a wanted convict!”
“Humans eat other humans when they’re hungry enough!” Harry told her. “What I did was no different. I didn’t purposefully place myself near humans, nor did I savage whole families like that one night. I killed for no other reason than I was dying of starvation; anyone would have done the same in my place!”
“I understand Harry.” Sirius said. “I really understand. When I first got out of Azkaban I was living out of rubbish bins and off of rats. I had to resort to begging you and your friends for table scraps to get by, but a wolf is bigger than a dog, even one as big as Padfoot and endless meagre meals and the knowledge that you are slowly starving to death would have driven you to desperation, I understand. I’ve felt that way too.”
“I don’t belong here anymore, I don’t fit in. Please let me go back home, where I do fit in, where I have a family and a lover who are out of their minds looking for me.”
“How do you know that?” Tonks spat bitterly.
“Because I love him and though he never says it I know Fenrir loves me and even if he didn’t, he’s always wanted pups, he would have come for them alone, even if I had just been a seasonal partner, which I’m not.”
“How do you know he loves you if he’s never said it?”
“Because he doesn’t need to say it!” Harry snapped at her. “I’ve never said the words to him either, but he knows. It’s written in the small things we do for one another, the little touches, the feeling of his eyes on me, knowing he’s looking out for me, how he’s taught me so much, how he’s helping me take the pain out of shifting at the full moon, how he’s helping me hunt big game for food and how we snuggle at night under the moon and stars. It’s all there, we don’t need to say it and if you need words to know that someone loves you then you don’t deserve everything they do for you to show their love! Actions speak louder than mere words ever can and I know he loves me without him having to come out and actually say it.”
There was silence and Harry pulled his legs up onto the settee and put his weight onto Sirius, who looked so happy at his actions as he wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close. He had missed Harry, but it seemed that though Harry had missed him too, he had moved on with his life and it was unfair to make him choose between those two lives.
Harry was right, he and his sons belonged with his pack, but Sirius couldn’t overlook the fact that Harry’s lover, the Father to his sons, was Fenrir Greyback. He wouldn’t let Harry be hurt for any reason, he would do what was best for Harry, even if Harry himself didn’t like it or started hating him for it and he couldn’t in good conscience hand Harry and two newborn babies to Fenrir Greyback, the most notorious werewolf in the British isles, known for his savage attacks on children, his unquenchable blood lust and the grim remains of the people he savaged for revenge and spite or even just for the hell of it.
No, he couldn’t let Harry go back to Greyback, not even if Harry wanted to. He had to protect Harry; he had to protect him for James, who could no longer protect his son and now his two grandsons as well. He smiled, that would have caused a few jokes between them, James becoming a grandfather at thirty-six. His smile faltered, he wished James could see Harry, he wished he was here to help him through the hard decisions. Harry was going to be distraught when he stopped him from going after Greyback, but he wouldn’t lose Harry again, he wouldn’t see him hurt. Him or the two baby boys he’d had.
Sirius watched the clock, waiting for the time when he could safely move Harry to a better house. Nowhere was as secure as Grimmauld Place, but he wouldn’t be so cruel as to keep Harry here after being reminded of what had transpired here a year last December, no matter if it was the most secure place in the entire world. He had heard Harry sobbing and crying during the night, he saw how pale he went and how sick he looked as he passed the second and first floors and the stairs between them. He had even caught Harry stood as still as a statue, staring at the spot where Hermione had lain dead with her neck snapped. It had taken him three minutes to snap Harry out of his thoughts and when he had, two fat tears had leaked out of dulled green eyes and Harry had whispered a soft ‘so sorry’ to the wooden floorboards.
His heart had almost broken for Harry at that and he had sworn to protect his young Godson and get him out of this house, no matter how secure. He looked at the clock and he sighed and stood up.
“Come on Harry, it’s time.”
“Five more minutes, Felan’s just wet a nappy.” Harry pulled a face. “Actually I think he’s done more than just wet it. I need to change him.”
Harry took Felan out of the sling and made sure Ulric was still secure as he changed Felan on the floor from the pack of nappies Remus had gotten for him before wrapping him back up in his blanket and settling him back into the sling, little legs tangling with his older brother’s.
“You need a proper sling; you can’t keep carrying them around in a duvet cover.”
“Proper slings only fit one baby; I need to carry both together.” Harry argued as Sirius called Kreacher to dispose of the nappy.
Harry rarely saw the house elf, but every time he did a spark of anger always flared within him. The miserable creature had gotten pleasure from his agony and misery after he had killed his friends, he couldn’t forgive that and he had even gone to hunt the beast down to attack him, but he had been unable to find him before someone had realised what he was doing and put a stop to his game of cat and mouse.
“You can get slings for twins.” Sirius told him.
Harry grunted. “This works just as well.”
Sirius shook his head and didn’t argue, if Harry wanted to use an old duvet cover to carry his twins he could, but he’d get him a twin sling and leave it lying around for Harry, if he used it, he used it, if he didn’t, that was fine, the proper sling would still be there if he wanted it.
Moody held on tightly to Harry’s shoulder as Sirius changed into Padfoot and Tonks opened the door and stepped out.
“I’m not going to run with two newborns! I won’t risk their brittle necks breaking for the sake of you lot.” Harry snarled as he was almost dragged out of the house and down the front steps, his arms tense and supporting his two tiny babies in the sling, useless to help him as he refused to move his arms and risk his pups slipping through the sling and falling to the floor.
“We’re not taking any chances!” Moody growled.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Harry yelled, struggling as much as he could while not jostling his babies.
“Shut up boy and keep walking.” Moody growled.
Moody was holding Harry’s arm so tightly that it was pinching and he snarled and tried to twist himself away from Moody.
“LET GO!” He screamed.
Padfoot barked and nudged Harry’s legs and he almost fell over the large black dog. Remus steadied him and Harry let out a wordless scream.
“If you don’t let go of me right now I’m going to tear you to pieces on the next full moon!”
“Threatening a human with death and possible werewolf infection is an offense that can land you in Azkaban boy!” Moody growled at him, swiping his grey, grizzled hair from his face as he held onto Harry’s arm tighter.
“You’re hurting me!” Harry shouted at him, trying to yank his arm away.
“Stop struggling Harry, we’re just going to Apparate to the new safe house, that’s all.” Remus tried.
“So why do I have to have my arm torn off for that!”
“To stop you from running, now stay still, stop whining and let’s get a move on! Death Eaters can be roaming around.” Tonks snapped.
“Let. Go!” Harry hissed.
“As soon as we have you in the safe house, then I will, now move.” Moody ordered.
Harry was dragged across the road and he snarled as he almost lost his footing, his arms staying under his babies to protect them from slipping or falling, which was difficult when his one arm was being yanked on, putting his one pup in danger, which raised his hackles and made him growl in fury.
“LET GO OF MY FUCKING ARM!” He shouted as loud as he could.
Then two things happened all at once, he felt a wand tip dig deep into his cheek as Tonks lost her patience with him, her wand tip burning his skin as he tried to close his jaws, only to find her wand in the way so he couldn’t close his mouth properly and he snarled at her angrily, but before he could finish the noise, another, deeper snarl sounded from down the road, drowning his own out and it sent his heart into his throat and made butterflies erupt in his belly. He knew that snarl and he knew it well. Fenrir had found him.
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A/N: Not a lot to say, very quick update this time around to take the sting out of the last cliffhanger, I hope you have all enjoyed this chapter!
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