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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Today it is officially one month until the anniversary, and I know we are excited about it, but we have another seven chapters to post first, so I guess we better get proof reading ;) Here is the first of them, hope you enjoy it.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 56 - Honest Conversations
Harry stood in the Owlery, his thick cloak wrapped around him tightly. He was alone, for once. When he had discovered that Clayton had followed him to the headmaster’s study and waited for him outside, he had been furious. It had felt like he was having his freedom and personal space stripped away and he wouldn’t have it.
That was how he had come to be in the Owlery at six in the morning on a Monday. He had slipped out of bed before either of his pack siblings had woken and snuck out of the dormitory to send a letter to Lukas. He hadn’t been heartless though, he had left them a note but he wasn’t expecting them to wake up for another hour yet, at least. Even then it was likely that Clayton wouldn’t be wide enough wake to realise he was missing, not until he had had his coffee.
He had been considering a meeting with Remus that evening, thinking that it would be nice to have a more placid mind to connect with. As much as he loved Clayton and Romy, both of them were constantly bickering back and forth, not to mention that Clay was mostly a constant ball of energy. Harry felt as if he needed a calmer influence for a few hours, someone less stifling. Also Clayton couldn’t complain because Remus was as good as one of them now, one of their pack, so he wouldn’t be unprotected.
So lost in his thoughts, as he petted one of the tawny owls that had swooped down to see if he had any treats, Harry didn’t hear anyone approaching until it was too late to hide from the unwelcome intrusion on his solitude.
“Oh,” a male voice said from behind him, sounding rather startled and Harry turned to face the other boy, successfully managing to stifle his flinch as he realised who it was. “I wasn’t expecting for anyone to be here,” Cedric said, looking a little uncomfortable at being face to face with Harry for the first time since the Hogsmeade weekend.
“Yeah, I needed to send a letter,” Harry said, releasing the owl and shoving his hands in his pocket; he too was feeling a little self conscious. He wasn’t sure he wanted to talk to Cedric. After Fenrir’s reaction to the last time, it wasn’t something that Harry ever wanted to experience again. It was a side of the Alpha that the teenager never wanted to invoke again.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” Cedric said, turning to leave. His feelings regarding Harry were even more confused than before, even if the younger teenager had made it blatantly clear that nothing would ever happen between them; he wasn’t exactly sure how Harry felt about him either.
“No, I’m done, I’ll go,” Harry said with a sigh, not liking that this was how it was going to be from now on. He had liked Cedric, but there was no way that he could ever return the same level of affection that the Hufflepuff felt for him; he didn’t want the awkwardness, but even that was preferable over the head boy thinking that there was something between them.
“Harry…” Cedric began as Harry headed for the exit. “Wait.” The Slytherin turned, looking at the head boy questioningly. “You still consider us to be friends right?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess so, why?” Harry asked curiously.
“Good, it’s just, I wouldn’t want you to think that we weren’t friends,” Cedric said, struggling to find the words.
“I’m sorry…” Harry said quickly, thinking that he owed Cedric the apology for the way he had introduced the older teenager to Fenrir. Even Harry, who had seen the Alpha’s softer side, knew that the man was imposing and terrifying, even when you didn’t know his name or the fact that he was a werewolf.
“Why are you sorry?” Cedric asked, frowning at the younger teenager, he didn’t think that Harry had anything to be sorry for. Sometimes the way Harry acted, it only reinforced the fact that it looked like he was being abused by this so called boyfriend of his.
“Introducing you to… my boyfriend the way I did. He can be a little, umm, intimidating I guess,” Harry said, mumbling a little. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself as he spoke, fidgeting with the hem of his school jumper.
“Harry…” Cedric began with a sigh, not really knowing how to put his thoughts into words. “You are so young and your boyfriend… he’s…”
“He’s what?” Harry asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he watched Cedric struggle to get his words out. It would have been rather endearing if Harry hadn’t been so irritated by it.
“Older,” Cedric said, watching Harry carefully for a reaction.
“Yeah, I guess he is a little,” Harry said with a shrug, he hadn’t really considered the age gap between himself and Fenrir, he knew that it was a considerable one but it didn’t work like that, not for Werewolves. Mates could be determined from infancy, although consummating it then was largely frowned upon; and it had been Fenrir who had always intended to wait until he had turned sixteen.
“A little… Harry, do you even know how old he is?” Cedric asked, careful to keep his voice soft and calm. The last thing he wanted right now was to argue with Harry. Cedric felt that he needed to get this out, he wouldn’t feel right with himself until he did.
“Yes, I just don’t think that it matters all that much; he treats me well, we love each other…” Harry said, feeling increasingly more uncomfortable with the route that this conversation was taking. Discussing Fenrir with Cedric wasn’t exactly what he had had in mind when he had come here, he had wanted some alone time and instead he was on the verge of a full blown argument.
“And he’s told you that he loves you,” Cedric asked, finding it hard to believe. Even from the brief meeting that he had had with the man, Cedric didn’t believe that Harry’s boyfriend could ever be kind or caring enough to share his feelings so bluntly.
“No, not exactly, but…” Harry said, not really knowing how to explain the bond they shared without giving away what they were to Cedric.
“Then how do you know?” Cedric demanded to know, looking at Harry without a hint of malice, there was simply curiosity and concern.
“I just do…” Harry said with exasperation. He knew Fenrir loved him, even if the Alpha had never vocalised these feelings. He showed it in the way that he acted, protecting him, caring for him, possessing him in every way that was possible to possess someone. "Look," Harry said suddenly, turning around and pulling up the bottom of his hair to expose the mating mark on his neck. "This is a bonding mark, he wouldn't have done this if he didn't care about me." he said, turning back around to face the head boy once more. He hadn't even thought twice about showing this to Cedric, it didn't even occur to Harry that Cedric had no idea that he was a werewolf and that the mark would mean nothing to him other than being a bite mark.
Cedric was horrified to see the large bite at the nape of Harry's neck and a million concerns and questions sprang into his mind. “Is he hurting you?” he demanded to know given that this supposed bonding mark seemed to confirm his fears for how Harry was being treated.
However, the question was so sudden that it took Harry by surprise. He hadn’t been expecting it at all. He was so taken aback by being asked such a ridiculous question that it took him a moment for his brain to kick back into gear and respond.
“What? No, of course he isn’t. It isn’t like that, Cedric,” Harry insisted. Of course, to say that Fenrir didn’t hurt him wasn’t exactly true. The Alpha had hurt him a number of times, grabbing him so hard that it bruised, the wounds to his ego invisible but still evident and then there had been Saturday afternoon when Fenrir’s wolf had taken over. He would be lying to say that that had been painless; however, he could look Cedric in the eye and tell him honestly that Fenrir had never hurt him because he had never felt physical pain. It wasn’t a flat out lie, it was simply bending the truth a little. “Where is this coming from?” he asked.
“It’s coming from the fact that I’ve seen how he is with you, he’s so much older and it’s clear you have a sexual relationship….” Cedric went on and as these words slipped from the head boy’s lips Harry became infuriated, he had no idea how that was any concern of Cedric’s.
“Whoa, how is that any of your business?” Harry snapped, losing his patience a little. He didn’t understand why everyone was so concerned about his love life. First Dumbledore, then Remus, now Cedric; it wasn’t as if he wanted it to be public knowledge. What he and Fenrir shared needed to stay between him and Fenrir.
“I’m scared for you,” Cedric said sadly, he didn’t want for Harry to be angry at him. He had not meant for any of this to happen, he had just wanted to make sure that Harry was safe. He truly cared for the younger teenager, seeing him being hauled around by such a large man had been terrifying. Cedric only wanted to be sure that his friend was safe and that he wasn’t being hurt in any way.
“Well you don’t have to be, I’m not your concern,” Harry said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He was sick of everyone just assuming that he couldn’t take care of himself. He was with Fenrir because he wanted to be, and if that did change, then he would leave; he was certain that wouldn’t happen, but he definitely wouldn’t wait for someone to come ‘save’ him.
“You’re my friend,” Cedric said gently, still concerned that Harry was covering for the huge older man that was apparently his boyfriend. Harry was being far too defensive for his liking.
“If you’re really my friend then butt out; he’s my mate, end of discussion,” Harry snapped before realising what he had said and clamping both of his hands over his mouth as if this would undo the damage that had been done.
Cedric looked at Harry in shock, not sure what to make of the younger teenager’s terminology for the man or the reaction he had had after letting it slip. “Mate… Harry…” Cedric began as Harry lowered his hands looking horrified.
“Shit,” the younger teenager said, cross with himself for his slip of the tongue. He had let his temper get the better of him and spoken without thinking it through; he already knew that there was no way that Cedric was going to let this go until he had answers now, but he had no idea what to tell him.
“I thought he was your boyfriend, not your mate…,” Cedric said slowly. He was watching Harry carefully; there was no doubt that the younger teenager was nervous and at least a little upset. “What are you?” he asked cautiously, his mind boggling with the possibilities, thinking hard over everything he knew about Harry for clues; but he was struggling to think clearly.
“I’m nothing,” Harry answered all too quickly. As little as he had wanted to talk to Cedric about what had happened in Hogsmeade, he wanted to talk about this even less. He had always known that people would start finding out what they were sooner or later, but this was definitely sooner than he had hoped.
“No, you’re not nothing, Harry,” Cedric insisted, not at all impressed that his friend was trying to brush off the issue as though it wasn’t significant. He just wanted to understand what was going on and that wasn’t going to happen while Harry was hiding the truth of his identity from him. “Talk to me,” he requested kindly. “What is going on?”
“You don’t want to know,” Harry grumbled under his breath. He was sure that Cedric’s interest in him would evaporate the moment he told the truth, not that that would be a bad thing, but he suspected that their friendship would disappear along with it. He didn’t believe that Cedric would spread it around the school, but Harry still didn’t want him to know; he didn’t want to see the look of loathing that would surely be in Cedric’s eyes.
“I’m pretty sure that I can decide that for myself,” the head boy said firmly, an annoyed pinched expression on his face, as he crossed his arms over his chest too, mirroring Harry’s stubborn pose. He liked Harry for who he was, not what he was; he was fairly sure that he wouldn’t think any worse of the younger team no matter whether or not he was human.
“Cedric…” Harry said quietly, his voice almost a plea. He really did not want to have to tell him, though he knew that his hope was in vain; there was no chance that Cedric would accept an end to their conversation without some modicum of an answer.
“I want to know, you wouldn’t have called him your mate if that wasn’t what he was,” Cedric pointed out, his voice kinder again, as he uncrossed his arms and stepped towards Harry. He wanted the truth but he hadn’t meant to upset Harry in the process. “Most people don’t refer to their partners as mates,” he said with a half smile as he took another step forward.
Harry sighed and looked up at the head boy, who was now standing far to close and looking down at him with sympathetic eyes. Harry wasn’t sure that really helped; he didn’t feel like he needed or even wanted sympathy, but he supposed it was nice to know that Cedric still cared. “I’m a werewolf,” Harry said quietly, not looking away from the head boy’s gaze.
“A what…” Cedric said, his voice more of a gasp, as his brain fought to process what he was hearing. He momentarily hoped that he had misheard, but he knew that he hadn’t; it was just so hard to process that little, troublesome, cheeky Harry was actually a werewolf.
“Werewolf,” Harry said again, nodding his head. If the moment hadn’t been so intense he thought he might have laughed at the completely stunned expression of Cedric’s face, but as it was, he couldn’t look away. “And so is…”
“Your mate?” Cedric questioned, thinking back to the group that Harry had called his family. He supposed that that meant that Romy and Clayton were probably werewolves too, and the others that were there in Hogsmeade.
“Yes, I told you, you didn’t want to know,” Harry said, shaking his head and lowering his eyes to the floor as he took a step back from Cedric; the head boy still seemed to be struggling to process what he was being told and Harry didn’t want to stick around long enough to watch the confusion turn to hate or disgust.
“I thought he looked familiar,” Cedric said, as he recalled the huge domineering man, with fierce golden eyes, the man who had held Harry in his arms and owned the small boy like a possession. “He couldn’t be... you wouldn’t be that stupid,” the other teen said; an expression of anger forming on his face as things started to fall into place and he became more and more certain that he knew.
“I’m not stupid,” Harry said, looking up to glare at Cedric angrily. He was many things, but stupid was certainly not one of them and he wasn’t about to stand there and be insulted.
“No, you’re not,” Cedric agreed without hesitation. “Which is why I find it so hard to believe,” he went on, trying to take another step towards Harry but the younger teen took a step away from him. He couldn’t believe that it could be true, the very idea sickened him and make him more sure of his belief that Harry was not safe in his current relationship.
“That I’m mated to Fenrir Greyback?” Harry said, meeting Cedric’s eyes, daring him to challenge him on it. He was so tired of people assuming that Fenrir was some monster; he hated the reaction that everyone had to the name but he almost relished the flinch that Cedric gave at that moment.
“Why, Harry?” Cedric pleaded. The beautiful young man before him could have the choice of many loving and kind and gentle partners, who would treasure him and protect him; and yet he was supposed to believe that Harry had chosen to be with Greyback?
“Because I love him, because he loves me, because we are mates,” Harry said stubbornly, glaring at the older boy. “And most importantly, because I want to be with him,” he added. It was his choice and he was sick and tired of everyone trying to take that decision away from him.
“I wish you would reconsider,” Cedric said sadly, looking at Harry, trying to figure out how such a young and handsome teenager could end up in a position where he was mated to an infamously dangerous werewolf, who was surely at least twice his age.
“Well I wish that Dumbledore would leave me alone, that Voldemort would stop trying to start a war, that I could just go back home with my pack and forget that the rest of the world exists,” Harry shouted. He took a deep breath to calm himself, before he turned back to a rather stunned looking head boy. “Sorry, it’s just that there are a lot of things in my life I have no control over, I won’t let anyone take away the things that I get to decide for myself.”
“Harry…” Cedric said with a sigh. He could see the point that Harry was trying to make, even agreed with it in theory, but it still seemed so very wrong. “Nothing I say is going to change anything, is it?” he said after a few seconds.
“Nothing,” Harry said, in agreement. He didn’t really understand why Cedric was so determined to see him leave Fenrir; he couldn’t believe that it was because the head boy wanted him for himself, but Harry could figure no other reason that made much sense. Though he supposed it was possible that Cedric still believed that Fenrir was hurting him despite what he had told him otherwise. Either way, Harry was not going to be dissuaded from the life he wanted to have with his mate.
“Then just promise me that, if he does hurt you, you will let someone help you,” Cedric requested. It was the least he could ask for; he would never forgive himself if something happened to Harry which he might have stood even the smallest chance of preventing.
“He’s never going to hurt me,” Harry said fighting to keep his calm. He supposed that Cedric was trying to be a good friend, but it was just infuriating to have to listen to repeated implications about his mate and Alpha.
“Harry, you can’t know that,” Cedric said with an exasperated sigh. “Just please promise me,” he pleaded again. He wasn’t happy that Harry was choosing to stay under the control of Fenrir Greyback but he at least needed to know that Harry would ask for help if he ever truly needed it; though it was small comfort when he knew that the huge werewolf would be able to snap Harry like a twig before anyone even knew something was wrong.
“Fine whatever,” Harry said huffily, having had enough of being mollycoddled and just wanting to whole conversation to be over. “I will let the big brave men swoop in and save poor helpless little Harry,” he couldn’t help but add bitterly, muttering under his breath.
“That’s not at all what I meant and you know it,” Cedric said sternly, having heard Harry’s words.
“Then what did you mean?” Harry demanded to know. “Because that’s what I heard!” Harry was tired of being treated like he was weak; he had thought that Cedric was different but it seemed that he was just like the rest of them.
“I meant, that I am your friend, and I don’t want you hurt,” Cedric said firmly, his frustration obvious in his voice. “I meant that you can trust me to help you if you needed me too, just as I would hope I could rely on you to help me if the situation was reversed.”
“Really?” Harry asked, genuine surprise in his voice.
“Yes, of course,” Cedric said, confused by how surprised Harry sounded. “You are one of the strongest people I know. Plus apparently a werewolf, that could come in handy when trying to get someone to back off,” he joked, hoping to lighten the mood a little.
“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly, flinging his arms around the taller boy before he even stopped to think about it.
“You’re welcome,” Cedric replied, wrapping his arms around Harry before the younger teenager could change his mind and try to escape. “If you are willing to wait for me to send this letter I could walk you back to the castle.”
“If you are lucky enough for me to wait, I might walk you back,” Harry said stubbornly as he pulled back from their hug and smirked up at the taller boy.
“I would be honoured,” Cedric said with a chuckle as he went to find an owl willing to deliver his letter.
FGHP
True to Harry’s word, he walked with Cedric back to the school, the headboy allowing the other teenager to take the lead as they went. Conversation was easy between them as they walked, avoiding any more inflammatory subjects, mainly talking about school until they reached the Entrance Hall.
As they stepped through the doors and into the castle, Romy and Clayton rushed up the stairs from the dungeons looking frantic and as if they had rushed to dress themselves. Harry could have laughed at them if they hadn’t looked so worried; it honestly looked as if they had just gone for a round or two in a broom closet.
Romy’s eyes widened as she saw Harry standing before her, smirking at them. Her surprised look turned into one of fury as she strode forward, hitting him several times on the chest. “What,” smack, “the,” smack, “were you,” smack, “thinking!?”
“Whoa…” Harry said in shock, “I left a note!”
“And we all know how well that worked out the last time you ran off only leaving a note,” Clayton growled, suddenly beside the two of them as Romy stopped hitting Harry, settling for glaring at him.
“If I remember that incident correctly I wasn’t the only one who ran off that time,” Harry pointed out. He could see Cedric just behind his friends trying to contain his amusement.
“That isn’t the point Harry,” Romy said angrily. “You can’t keep sneaking off like that! It’s dangerous to go off on your own. I thought you would have realised that by now!”
“I wasn’t on my own,” Harry said with exasperation, motioning towards Cedric who had, so far, gone unnoticed by his pack siblings, both of whom seemed too happy that he was safe to care about much else.
“Yes, Harry very graciously walked me back up to the castle, like a true gentleman,” Cedric said in an exaggeratedly posh voice, clearly struggling to contain his amusement. Now that he knew what they were, everything they had been doing suddenly made a lot more sense.
“You are meant to be staying away from Harry!” Clayton growled, turning on Cedric with an accusing glare at the head boy.
“Clay, calm down, it’s fine,” Harry said, stepping between Cedric and Clayton before things could escalate further, “let’s just get some breakfast,” Harry said before turning to the head boy. “Thanks, Cedric, for everything,” he said earnestly, giving his friend a genuine smile.
“No problem, any time,” Cedric replied, smiling in return, getting the message that Harry needed some time with Romy and Clay. “I’m always here for you,” he promised, before turning and heading towards the doors to the Great Hall, presumably to go get himself some breakfast.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” Clayton muttered under his breath as he grabbed Harry’s arm and dragged him into the Great Hall and towards the Slytherin table with Romy following behind them.
“You know, you two look like you’ve just had sex… wild kinky passionate in a closet sex,” Harry pointed out, trying to break the tension. He didn’t want them to be mad at him, he had only done it because Clayton had been smothering him a little and he had wanted to get some space for a little while.
“Don’t be cute,” Romy snapped, glaring at Harry, not liking that he was teasing them when they had both been so worried about where he had gone. Note or no note it didn’t matter, Fenrir would have been furious to know that Harry was going around unprotected and with Cedric no less.
“I can’t help it, I’m adorable,” Harry said smiling a little as the three of them sat down. Harry really didn’t want to be lectured and was more than happy to be cheeky if it got their minds off everything.
“Stop acting like Clay, it doesn’t suit you,” Romy snarled. “Where were you?”
“I went to send a letter to Lukas,” Harry explained with a sigh. It was frustrating that he apparently couldn’t even go to the Owlery to mail a letter without everyone losing their minds about where he had gone.
“And Cedric, why was he there?” Clay demanded to know as Harry started to help himself to scrambled egg and toast. Romy was spooning fruit and yoghurt into a bowl while Clayton went straight for the sausage and bacon.
“He fancied owl for breakfast, thought he’d come catch one before anyone else was up…” Harry said with heavy sarcasm, rolling his eyes. “Geez, Clay, why do you think he was there?”
“You didn’t have to talk to him!” Clay snapped irritably, not liking being made fun of or the fact that Harry didn’t seem to be taking this seriously. He was here to guard and protect Harry; to do that he needed Harry to be around, otherwise he wasn’t a very good bodyguard.
“I’m not ignoring him. He deserved an apology after what happened on Saturday!” Harry told them. Saturday had been a near disaster; he liked Cedric, as a friend at least, and Harry didn’t want to lose that friendship. He was sure that he could trust the head boy, though he didn’t have much of a choice in that regard, not now Cedric knew what they were.
“What happened Saturday is the whole reason you shouldn’t talk to him,” Romy said with a frown, regarding Harry carefully.
“He figured out what we were,” Harry fibbed, not wanting to go into too much detail about it, thinking that he could maybe skip out the slip of his tongue that had helped Cedric figure out what they were.
“What!” Clay and Romy said in unison, dropping their cutlery and gaping at their pack brother in shock, Clay glancing over his shoulder to through a deadly glare in Cedric’s direction before turning back to Harry.
“He’s fine about it,” Harry assured them. “He recognized Fenrir is all and he had some questions.” Of course this was a flat out lie, Cedric hadn’t recognised Fenrir at all, only thought that he had looked familiar; that was until Harry had given himself away. Romy and Clayton didn’t have to know that though.
“Let me get this straight; you introduce Cedric to your boyfriend, who happens to be a mass murdering, psychotic werewolf in the eyes of the wizarding world, and he STILL wants to be your friend?” he asked and Harry nodded, scowling at the mass murdering psychotic part. “The guy is clearly unhinged… or obsessed with you, though I would vote the latter.”
“Clayton!” Romy chastised, turning her glare from Harry to Clay, looking disapprovingly at both of her pack brothers.
“Yeah well, let’s not suggest the obsessed with me theory to Fen,” Harry requested. “We don’t need to test just how psychotic my, supposedly mass murdering, boyfriend is.”
“Mass murdering boyfriends,” Draco said sitting himself next to Romy, “what delightful breakfast conversation.” None of the three werewolves had noticed the others coming in but they didn’t even falter as the Slytherin boys joined them.
“Who has a mass murdering boyfriend?” Theo asked taking a seat beside Harry, immediately grabbing for the pumpkin juice and pouring himself a rather large glass full while Draco helped himself to coffee.
“I do apparently,” Harry said in amusement, watching their friends with a smile. He realised in this moment that he was happy. He had a man that he loved, a great family, who were a little crazy and then he had his friends, who were amazing. All he had to do was get his Dad back and then everything would be perfect.
“Any man willing to commit mass murder for you is certainly a keeper,” Draco said with amusement, smiling also. He couldn’t believe that Fenrir was as bad as the wizarding history books made him out to be, especially not now that he had met the man. He had hope that, with Harry on side, soon they’d all be safe from the Dark Lord.
FGHP
That evening Harry put his foot down and insisted that he go and see Lupin alone. He made it very clear that the Professor was practically one of them; Fenrir had insisted that he join the pack after all and therefore Harry was sure he would be perfectly safe. It had taken a while but finally Harry had got his way, Romy convincing Clayton that, if he stayed, she would help him with his homework.
Draco and Theo had been playing pool when Harry had left; Draco was certainly improving, though he was nowhere near Harry’s standard yet. Harry was rather looking forward to seeing Professor Lupin though; as much as he loved his friends and his pack siblings, sometimes it was nice to get some space from them. Remus reminded him a lot of his Dad, intelligent, calm and wise.
Harry missed having his father round; the solitude that he had had just living with his Dad was something he had never considered to be something he liked, finding it rather lonely on occasion. Now, however, he would have loved to have that back, not that he didn’t love the pack and their life in the clearing, because he did, but he missed how things had once been with his Dad.
It was these thoughts that left him feeling somewhat melancholy as he knocked on Lupin’s office door and pushed it open slightly; peeking his head inside, he spotted the Professor behind his desk reading over some homework assignments. He stepped into the room quietly, letting Lupin finish what he was doing; he knew that the professor knew he was there.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the professor looked up. “Good evening, Harry,” he said with a kind smile on his lips as he placed his quill to one side and gave the teenage werewolf his full attention.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt, Sir; shall I come back tomorrow?” Harry asked, not wanting to intrude. He hadn’t thought that maybe Lupin would have been busy, he had just assumed that he would be welcomed, he was starting to think that perhaps this had been the wrong assumption to make.
“Not at all, I would be glad for your company, truth be told,” he answered, still with the pleasant smile on his lips as he summoned a chair across the desk from him. “Have a seat,” he instructed, though his words were more a request. “Was there something specific you wished to discuss with me Harry? Or is this a mere social call? I do not have an objection to either, I should say.”
“Kind of a bit of both,” Harry said sheepishly. He didn’t really want to admit that he had wanted to visit with the Professor because he reminded him of his Dad. It seemed far too personal an admission, even after everything that they had been through together. “Would you just tell me about my Mum a bit?” he requested, feeling a bit daft.
“Of course,” the professor said, sitting up a little more and leaning forward with his arms on his desk. “What is it you would like the know?”
“Anything, everything,” Harry said; he just wanted to feel connected to his parents again in some way and, for now, talking to Lupin was the closest he could get.
FGHP
After twenty minutes of Clayton grumbling and complaining that Astronomy was pointless and that he would never need to know about the stars in his life, Romy had thrown her arms up in the air in frustration. She refused to help her cousin if he wasn’t going to help himself.
She had then gathered up her school books and declared that she was going to go and study in the library as she was fed up with Clayton’s whining and complaining. Astoria, who had wanted to get away from her big sister, had said she was coming too and the two girls left.
They had found that Luna was already there and quickly joined her. The blond Ravenclaw had, of course, been delighted to see them and had welcomed them with open arms. However, Luna had not been the only other occupant in the school library. Hermione Granger was there too, quill scribbling on parchment, only pausing for a moment to glare at the three of them as they took their seats.
They managed half an hour of quiet study, though Romy had already finished her homework and was doing more research into the spells to create the forest in their classroom. She had found the spells fairly easily but she wanted it to be perfect. She didn’t want it to be just any forest, she wanted it to mirror that of their territory. This was proving slightly more tricky to pull off.
It wasn’t like she had had the time to devote to researching these spells either, not with classes, Harry and Clayton being a constant distraction, not to mention her biological family. They were a whole other headache and one she didn’t want to think about. The last time she had seen them they had been in Hogsmeade and Draco had ended up punching her brother. She was expecting to hear from her mother any day now, requesting another meeting. Romy was just hopeful that Jake had got the message, that he wasn’t welcome, from being punched in the jaw.
“What on earth,” Astoria said with a frown, pulling Romy from her thoughts, the three girls all turning towards the shouts of insults, they could hear coming from the corridor. The unmistakable sound of a fist connecting with skin sounded and Romy had a sinking feeling that she knew who was involved.
“That sounds a lot like a fight,” Luna said almost conversationally, though Romy and Astoria had already managed to work out that much for themselves.
“What’s the betting that Clayton or Harry are involved,” Romy said with exasperation, knowing that if there was trouble then chances were that one or both of her pack brothers would be involved. She knew there were other fights at Hogwarts, but not many witches or wizards would use their fists and also, despite having left Clayton with Draco and Theo playing pool, her cousin would not have been happy with her going off alone. He wouldn’t have been able to resist following her; all in all, she knew without a doubt that whatever was going on, Clayton was somehow involved.
“I’m sure he isn’t,” Astoria said with a nervous laugh. “But I am definitely going to go see who is,” she added with a grin, getting up from her seat and heading across the room towards the doors.
“Told you,” Romy said with a sigh, as she stepped up next to her friend in the doorway, taking in the sight of Clayton brawling with Ron Weasley in the middle of the corridor; the redhead's two friends, Seamus and Dean were stood on the sidelines of the fist fight, Seamus preventing Dean from joining in. “Clayton!” she called out, hoping that her cousin would stop, but he just continued to strike out at the redhead.
Romy moved to intercede, however Astoria grabbed her arm, holding her back as Clayton overpowered Ron, landing another punch. “You can’t,” Astoria said, looking at Romy as if she were mad, “you’ll get hurt!”
Romy was about to argue back when she spotted McGonagall pushing through the gathered students towards the fighting boys. “Damn it,” she cursed under her breath knowing that there would be no keeping Clayton out of detention now. Though perhaps it was a small mercy that Ron would be unable to avoid detention either. The redhead did seem to have come off worse in this brawl, his face blooded and slightly swollen.
“What is the meaning of this?” Professor McGonagall said with obvious anger. “Mr Danes! Mr Weasley!” she said loudly, when they continued to fight.
The two of them stopped hitting each other and turned to look at the stern, annoyed looking head of house. Clayton, however, couldn’t resist turning back to Ron and punching him once more before getting to his feet and turning to face professor McGonagall. Romy rolled her eyes and scowled at her cousin, as Ron cradled his jaw in his hands.
“Get up, Mr Weasley,” McGonagall said impatiently, her lips pinched into a thin line. She was far from pleased to come across the two boys brawling in the corridor and even less pleased to be waiting for them to get to their feet.
“Such disgraceful behaviour,” a high pitched voice said, and Romy turned to see Umbridge making her way down the corridor. The young werewolf cursed under her breath again, having thought that this couldn’t get any worse.
“Detention, both of you,” the head of Gryffindor house snapped irritably before turning to face the other teacher. “Umbridge,” McGonagall sneered, “I do not think that we require your assistance, nor your opinion.”
Umbridge did not look best pleased that she had been beaten to the chance at dishing out yet another detention to the Danes boy. She was not done questioning the boy as of yet. She was sure that she could break him and then he would spill the secrets on Harry Prince.
“Finnegan, Thomas, escort Weasley to the hospital wing,” McGonagall instructed, when she realised that Ron was struggling to stay standing up as he try to stem the blood flowing from his obviously broken nose. “I will see you both in detention Thursday evening in my office and I will of course be writing to your parents this evening!”
Clayton groaned at this; it would be more of a punishment to have McGonagall write home to his Dad than it would be to serve detention for the evening. He was already the pack Omega, if he continued causing fights at school then that wasn’t going to change any time soon. However, he was somewhat glad that Harry had been nowhere near at the time. At least detention with McGonagall was preferable over Umbridge; he had never before thought he would be grateful for being given detention.
“What were you thinking!” Romy chastised, approaching her cousin as the two professors headed off down the corridor, throwing each other looks of pure loathing.
“I was thinking that that fuck wit was insulting you,” Clayton scowled. “He had a few choice words about Harry too.”
“And you couldn’t just rise above it?” Romy asked with a sigh. She knew that it was a lot to ask, Clayton was protective of them both; she hated all the fighting and she knew that one of these days the outcome was going to be a lot worse but she still couldn’t blame him for why he had done it.
“And risk missing a delightful evening with McGonagall?” Clayton said with half a smile, knowing that Romy probably wasn’t really in the mood for him to try and be funny.
“Clayton…” Romy said warningly. She might not have blamed him for wanting to punch Ron; however, his cheekiness and disregard for it was not something that she could tolerate.
“Sorry, I just lost my temper,” Clay admitted, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning.
“Well it’s done now,” Romy said in a huff. “Let me go and get my things, we’ll go back to the Slytherin common room and wait for Harry, he shouldn’t be much longer.” Giving her cousin a pointed look, she headed back into the library, passed a rather amused looking Astoria.
FGHP
Harry’s emotions felt all over the place when he finally left Professor Lupin’s office later that evening. It had been harder to listen to stories about his mother than he had anticipated. There had also been this tension surrounding his father, or rather fathers, because Harry was painfully aware that they were avoiding the discussion about his biological father being this James guy.
Honestly though, with all that had happened that week, he wasn’t ready to have that conversation, even if he knew it would inevitably happen eventually. Harry had steeled his nerves, and asked numerous questions about his Dad; he had thought that Lupin would be reluctant to talk about Severus, given his friendship with Harry’s birth parents, but the professor had answered openly and without complaint.
He had been planning on heading back to the common room once he left the office, but he paused for a moment, thinking, before turning and heading towards the medical wing. He needed to see his Dad. He knew that his father wouldn’t be able to speak or respond to him in anyway, but he still felt a burning need to just see him, to be there with him at least for a short while.
The castle corridors were quiet and it didn’t take him long to reach the medical wing. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to dealing with Madam Pomfrey, sure that she wouldn’t just take him straight to his father, but he was determined. There were no other patients to speak off and the healer in question didn’t appear to be there at first. However, clearing his throat, Madame Pomfrey bustled out of her office, glaring at the teenager with a rather pinched expression.
“What can I do for you, Mr Prince? You do not appear to be injured in any way,” she noted, giving the boy a visual once over. She wasn’t sure what the boy was doing in the hospital wing but she was highly suspicious of him.
“Look, I know you have my Dad here, Severus Prince; I want to see him and before you kick up a fuss you can check with Dumbledore, I’m sure he’ll confirm that I’m allowed,” Harry said impatiently. “Go on, go and check, I’ll wait!”
Poppy was not exactly pleased with this cocky attitude or being dismissed in such a way but she would not let the teenager anywhere near one of her more critical patients unless he had express permission from the headmaster to see him.
It took all of ten minutes before the nurse came back into the main ward looking highly unhappy. “He is in there, you have half an hour,” she said sternly, waving her wand to remove the wards that were apparently protecting the room beyond the door she had gestured to. Harry frowned at her but nodded; he’d take half an hour this evening, as it was close to curfew as it was, but he would be having a word with Dumbledore about it.
Without saying another word to the healer, Harry headed towards the door she had motioned to. He hesitated when it came to opening it however, not entirely sure that he was ready for this. The last time he had seen his father the man had been a broken and crumbling mess on the floor, close to death. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, ignoring the nurse, who he could practically feel glaring at his back.
It was a small room beyond, with a single bed against one wall; his father was lying on it, completely unmoving, as Harry had known that he would be. Regardless of logically knowing what sight would meet him, he still felt a little broken seeing his Father like this. His Dad had been a great man and now he was a shell of his former self. His skin paler than Harry had ever seen it and this was saying something. He was slimmer than he should have been, his cheeks gaunt and dark, heavy bags under his eyes. The injuries that had covered Severus were gone now, obviously the work of Madame Pomfrey but he still appeared to be too close to death for Harry’s liking.
“Hey Dad,” Harry said softly as he shut the door behind him, leaving the two of them alone. “I’ve missed you,” he began as he approached the bed. Reaching out tentatively, Harry put his hand into that of his father’s, smiling sadly. Even though he had seen his Dad earlier that week, this was the first time he had been alone with him since the attack in Ingleton.
“You’ve missed so much, Dad. I don’t even know where to begin, I don’t think you’d even believe half of it if I told you anyway,” Harry said with a small laugh as tears welled in his eyes. “I hope I get to tell you for real some day.”
Harry’s mind was reeling; so much had happened since they had been parted. He had discovered so much, been through too much to recount in a simple half an hour that was for sure. “I’m not sure if you can hear me or not, Dad,” Harry said softly, “I really hope you can because I want you to know that… well, I’m happy. I miss you like crazy but I’m safe and I’m okay.”
He just wanted to be closer to his Dad again, and he didn’t know what else to say, so he climbed onto the bed and cuddled into his Dad’s side, wrapping the potion master’s arm around his shoulders as best he could. He felt a little silly, perhaps somewhat childish, but it was the closest he could get to a hug from his father and that was what he needed.
“You were definitely right about Dumbledore, by the way,” Harry said quietly after a few minutes. “He is a truly terrible person. I might have called him much worse, but I feel I should probably try to be a good son in our limited father-son time.”
Harry breathed in deeply. It was a moment before he realised that he was memorising his father’s scent; of course he had smelt it before, but never as intensely as he could now that he wasn’t taking the potion.
“I hope I get to introduce you to the pack,” Harry mused. “I know you already know Damon and Clay, and I am sure Micha would annoy you more than anything else, but you could probably like Jenson; he is the slightly stern type too. And Romy, she is so smart, she would love to listen to one of your extra long lessons on potion brewing procedure.
“Fenrir, though,” Harry went on, “I know you probably wouldn’t be happy about how things are between us, but I really do love him, Dad. Yeah, yeah, I know, I am only fifteen, he is too old, I can do better, he’s the one who bit me; I know you well enough that I don’t need you awake to know what you would have to say and, honestly, none of that matters.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry said quietly. “I’m so sorry you’re here and you’re not awake, but it’s going to be okay, Dad, I promise you, it’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry about me, just focus on you. I want you better, I want you to meet my pack and I want you to disapprove of Fenrir and yell at me because I’m an idiot for making the unbreakable vow with Dumbledore. I want you to just be there to tell me what an idiot I am.”
Harry closed his eyes with a sigh, knowing that he was going to get no reply; it felt good to mention the vow out loud, to speak his desires, but there was such pain in knowing that it wouldn’t happen; at least, not yet.
“Maybe I could just ward myself in here,” Harry suggested. He was comfortable lying there next to his father. “I could just stay tonight, though I am sure Clay and Romy would freak out. Plus Pomfrey would probably get Dumbledore to help drag me out of here; though that’s a pretty amusing mental picture now I think of it.”
Harry hadn’t really meant it but he hadn’t realised just how tired he was until he found his eyes drifting closed. He was warm and he felt entirely safe being there with his Dad. He didn’t even realise that he had fallen asleep until he was jolted awake by the sound of voices coming from the main ward outside of his father’s room.
“Again!?” Harry heard Madam Pomfrey say. “Honestly, Weasley, you really need to control that temper of yours!” the medi-witch said with disapproval and exasperation. It was nice to know that she was like that with everyone and not just with him.
Harry disentangled himself from his Dad’s arm, sliding out from the bed somewhat regretfully. He didn’t want to leave him but he knew that Romy and Clayton would be worried about him. They had been courteous enough to allow him some time to see Remus without following him, the least he could do was return to the Slytherin common room so that they didn’t worry.
He took a moment to right himself and make sure that any evidence of his tears was long gone. He didn’t want to give Weasley any more ammunition against him. It took a few moments for Harry to gear himself up to leave his father again; this part was always the hardest.
It was as he prepared himself to leave a thought occurred to him. If his Dad made it through this then Harry wanted to ask Fenrir to turn him. Then they would all be werewolves, his Dad could live in the pack with them, they’d all be family. He knew it was kind of stupid but if his Dad made it through this then that was what he wanted.
Harry couldn’t imagine his life without Fenrir but nor could he see himself living away from his Dad, not after everything they had been through together. He saw this as a solution to all of their problems. He knew Fenrir wouldn’t be very open to the idea to begin, and that his Dad wouldn’t like the suggestion at all to start with, but Harry was sure he would be able to bring the Alpha around to his way of thinking without too much problem and he would just have to explain to his Dad how amazing being a werewolf really was.
He smiled at his father’s pone and unmoving body. “We’ll be a family, you’ll see,” he said with determination, before turning and heading out of the room. He hated leaving his father, but he felt hopeful for the future and that helped.
As he stepped back into the medical wing, he could see Thomas and Finnegan helping Weasley to one of the beds; Madam Pomfrey was fussing over the redhead and it looked as though Ron had a badly broken nose at least. Harry snorted in amusement, thinking that Clayton could well have had something to do with it.
“Fuck off, Prince,” Dean sneered at him, having spotted him standing watching them.
“Language, Mr Thomas,” the nurse chastised, before turning to glare at Harry. “You can go now, Mr Prince, you have no further reason to be here.” Pomfrey waved her wand quickly in the direction of the door behind Harry and he felt as the wards appeared around his father’s room once more.
Harry glared at her; he was glad that his father was safe but he suspected that those wards were more to keep him out than anyone else. It was yet another thing that he would be having words with Dumbledore about.
FGHP
The three werewolves had waited until the rest of their house mates had gone to bed before gathering around the fire, which felt almost like being at home even if they were still very aware of the heavy stone walls all around them.
“So, how was your chat with Remus?” Romy asked Harry when neither of her pack brothers seemed to have anything to say.
“It was fine, he was mostly just telling me about my Mum,” Harry said with a shrug, leaning his head on Clay’s shoulder. “How about we talk about what Ron said to make you hit him hard enough to land him in the medical wing?” he said, nudging his friend.
“What were you doing at the medical wing?” Romy demanded to know before Clay even had a chance to respond.
“Ah,” Harry said; for a moment he wanted to deny everything but with a sigh he realised that this was a chance to tell them the truth. “I was visiting my Dad,” he said quietly, staring into the fire, not wanting to meet their eyes.
“Your Dad is here?” Romy asked in shock and disbelief. “I know you said he was alive but you never said that he was here!”
“He wasn’t… not until a couple days ago. That night I went with Remus and Dumbledore, they took me to him and I got Dumbledore to move him,” Harry explained, still not wanting to look up and see the expressions on their faces. “Today was the first time I had gone to see him, it’s the only reason I’m helping Dumbledore.”
“You could have told us!” Clay said, annoyed that Harry had been hiding this from them. “What else have you been hiding from us?” he demanded to know.
“It’s not that I wanted to hide it from you,” Harry said with a sigh, sitting up and turning to look at Clay sadly. “I guess I just couldn’t put it into words, it just wasn’t clear in my head.”
“Clayton!” Romy snapped when her cousin looked as if he might carry on berating Harry for not saying anything sooner. “He’s telling us now and that’s something now shut up and let him talk or he might not want to share with us any more.”
“I won’t if you keep talking about me like I’m not here too,” Harry said bitterly giving Romy a pointed look and she at least had the decency to look a little ashamed of herself.
“Sorry,” she muttered apologetically. “So your Dad’s okay?” she questioned, keen to get Harry talking to them about what he knew again. “Why is he in the medical wing?”
“Dumbledore has him under some kind of spell, it… it nearly killed him when Dumbledore took it off him,” Harry said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. The memories of that horrible night in Grimmauld Place were pressing in on him.
“Why would he almost kill Severus?” Clay asked with a frown; he knew that the headmaster was slightly unhinged but he couldn’t understand the motivation for almost killing a man.
“I don’t think he would have actually let him die,” Harry admitted. “He wants Severus as leverage; there is a war coming, Clay and I’m the only one who can stop Voldemort. Dumbledore has explained it all to me. It’s complicated and I really can’t go into it all but I’ve agreed to help him; in exchange, my Dad is going to be alright and the pack will be safe, no one will touch you guys.”
“This is why you had to come back,” Romy said sadly, “Even when you didn’t want to, because of your Dad and your agreement with Dumbledore.”
“Yes, exactly,” Harry said, nodding his head. “I have to help my Dad; you should see him Clay, he is in this kind of coma state and even if I could figure out how to break the spell then he would probably just die without professional medical care,” he told them, looking between the two of them a little desperately.
“It’s okay, Harry,” Romy said, reaching out and grasping his hand. “It’s okay,” she repeated softly. “We can help you now.”
“I’m not sure that you can,” Harry said with a sigh, “I think it’s something that I have to do on my own. However, there is something I think you can help me with and I’m not sure how I’m going to get hold of it but Dumbledore pretty much said that he wouldn’t stop me going to get it.”
“Going to get what exactly?” Romy asked sceptically, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“A prophecy; it was made about me and that Neville boy that Ron is so hung up on. It’s the whole reason I’m in this mess, the reason Voldemort chose me. I need to hear it, I need to know what it says.”
“Then let’s go and get it,” Clay said, moving to jump to his feet, which might have been impressive if he didn’t have pins and needles in both his feet and immediately fall over again making Harry and Romy laugh at him, Clayton even laughed at himself for being such a clumsy idiot.
“It’s not that easy, doofus,” Harry said fondly to his pack brother. “It’s in the Ministry of magic, in the department of mysteries. Which, in case you didn’t know, is in London and to top it all off, it’s under Voldemort’s control.”
“That doesn’t dissuade you at all though does it?” Romy asked with a sigh, looking at her two pack brothers disapprovingly.
“I was actually hopeful that you could use that gloriously large brain of yours to help me figure out a way that I could get it. I promise we won’t get into trouble with Dumbledore; he isn’t going to stop us,” Harry said, looking to Romy pleadingly.
“And what about Fenrir? Do you not think that we’ll get into trouble with him and the rest of the pack?” Romy asked, looking at Harry pointedly and she only became more concerned when he smiled at her.
“They never said we had to stay in the castle, they didn’t expressly forbid us going on field trips to London. No destruction of property and no body modification I believe was the agreement. We wouldn’t be doing anything that they told us we couldn’t do.”
“You know that they would disapprove, Fenrir especially. You’re putting yourself in danger by doing this,” Romy pointed out.
“He doesn’t have to find out,” Harry said with his best innocent smile. “With your help I can be in and out without anyone knowing that we were even gone.”
“Well it has to be less boring than lessons,” Clay said with enthusiasm, “I’m in.”
“We aren’t going to go during school hours, Clayton,” Harry said, laughing and shaking his head.
“You shouldn’t be going at all,” Romy said with a scowl. “This is a really bad idea, Harry, please don’t do this.”
“It’s something I have to do, Romy, please understand. That damn prophecy is the only reason my Dad is close to death, that I even came to be with him in the first place, it’s the reason I have to fight Voldemort,” Harry told her becoming more and more insistent. “Merlin, that stupid prophecy is the reason I’m a werewolf! I need to hear it for myself. Please.”
“You say that Dumbledore won’t stop you? Do you mean that he actually wants you to do this?” Romy asked sceptically.
“I think so, though he won’t say it outright,” Harry told her.
“Isn’t that reason enough to not do this? Since when is anything that Dumbledore wants in your best interests?” Romy asked, not entirely sure she liked how this was sounding.
That gave Harry pause for thought; Romy wasn’t wrong, Dumbledore’s plans usually didn’t end well for him, but he still wanted to know what the prophecy had to say.
“You know we can’t do it without you, you’re the brains of the operation,” Harry said with wide pleading eyes. “Clay and I wouldn’t last five minutes without you, Romy, please, please, please.”
“Oh you have to tell her that didn’t you, she won’t ever let us forget it now,” Clayton said with an amused smile, though he nodded his agreement to Harry’s point.
“You are going to try and do this even if I don’t help you,” Romy stated, exasperation in her voice.
“Yeah, probably… sorry,” Harry said, with a wry smile.
“Fine, at least this way I can make sure you get out of it alive,” Romy said begrudgingly. “Until Fenrir finds out that is, because you know he is going to be furious.”
“I told you, he isn’t going to find out,” Harry said. “Besides, Dumbledore wouldn’t want me dead, he needs me and he’s already said that no harm will come to my pack. Surely if it was all that dangerous he wouldn’t have even hinted at it.”
“You sound very certain about this deal you’ve made with him, what makes you so sure that you can trust him?” Romy asked, watching Harry suspiciously.
“It was an agreement sealed with magic; if either of us don’t fulfil our end of the agreement then there are consequences,” Harry explained, picking his words very carefully, not wanting to mention the fact that they had used an unbreakable vow and that it was both his and Dumbledore’s lives that would be the consequences.
“I don’t like this at all, I really don’t want you going but I’ll help you so you two idiots at the very least don’t get yourselves killed. But from now on we’re in this together and no more fighting, between ourselves or,” and here Romy cast a rather disparaging look to Clayton, “anyone else.”
“Speaking of which,” Harry said turning to Clay, “I saw Ron in the hospital wing, you did quite a number on him!”
“He was being a prat,” Clayton said with a shrug. He was very unconcerned with what he had done, in his mind he had been protecting his pack, his family. He was never going to feel guilty about doing what came naturally.
“He’s always being a prat,” Harry pointed out. “What made this time so different?”
“He said… I don’t want to repeat what he said, stupid homophobic arse. It was totally worth it though,” Clayton said almost beaming with pride at what he had done.
“You don’t have to defend my honour you know, I think my honour is well and truly past being defended at this point,” Harry pointed out, truly sympathising with Clayton because most of the time he wanted to punch Ron in the face too.
“Regardless of what was said,” Romy interrupted, giving Clay a pointed look, “he shouldn’t have done it!”
“I couldn’t not, and it wasn’t just about you, Harry,” Clay insisted. “Our Alpha, my Dad, they’re both gay, besides, the jerk deserved it. He was horrible about Romy too and I wasn’t having that.”
“Well my honour doesn’t need to be defended any more than Harry’s,” Romy pointed out with a scowl.
“It isn’t that big of a deal anyway, it is just detention with McGonagall,” Clay said with a shrug. He was still just grateful that it wasn’t going to be with Umbridge.
“It was almost detention with Umbridge, if Professor McGonagall hadn’t interceded then you would have had another detention with that woman and I thought the whole point was to avoid that at all costs.”
“At least I didn’t hit Harry this time,” Clay said, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head at that.
“Fenrir will be so proud,” Romy said dryly.
“Next time let me know if you’re planning on attacking Weasley, I’d love to join in,” Harry said grinning.
“Well, it’s Monday evening, maybe tomorrow, after lunch?” Clayton said with a laugh. “If it’s out of the hospital wing by then.”
“I am having no part in this,” Romy said with a sigh, getting to her feet, “I’m going to bed; you two coming?”
The two boys, still grinning at one another and mentally planning punching Ron in the face, they nodded and the three werewolves headed for bed. It was nearing midnight and they had classes in the morning after all.

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Littlepanther - You are welcome. And yes, Sirius has been through a lot, which has led him to a terrible place, and cost him his rational mind in the process. His stay in Azkaban and his guilt over the loss of Harry, James and Lily are largely responsible for his mental state.
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