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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Glad you all enjoyed the little Damon/Micha interlude, but now, as promised, back to Hogwarts (though, we might have snuck a small pack scene in too).

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 58 - Our Little Territory
“Someone has him,” Moody growled out. Dumbledore had invited him and Tonks to the headmaster’s office to discuss Sirius Black, but there wasn’t much to tell.
“He only thinks that because he’s sure he would have found him already if he was out on the streets or something,” Tonks said with a roll of her eyes. She had a great deal of respect for the man but Mad-eye was not exactly about to admit they had simply failed to find any trace of Sirius.
“If he were dead we would have found a body,” Moody growled with irritation. “If he were still out there wandering around I would have found him!”
“I’m afraid that Alistair is correct; without a body and with no trace of him this is the only conclusion that I can come to,” Dumbledore said simply. It was unlikely that Deatheaters would not flaunt the death of Sirius Black if they could. Sirius was also too much of a drama queen to remain hidden for too long without being restrained.
“Shall we keep looking, Albus?” Tonks asked, she was already rather bored with the assignment and was keen to move on to something a little more exciting.
“Until we find who has captured him I think it would be prudent,” Dumbledore said with a sigh. “Though, make no attempt to rescue him, he is not worth your lives.” Then after a few moments of hesitation the headmaster added. “If you come across Remus, don’t tell him about Black, I wouldn’t want him to do something rash.”
“Of course,” Moody barked and with that both Aurors knew that they were dismissed. Dumbledore wanted to know where Sirius was but he was not keen on having him back; the man was a hassle, he knew very little and what he did know was almost common knowledge anyway.
For all Albus cared the Deatheaters could have him, could do whatever they liked with him; Sirius Black was of no concern of his.
FGHP
Micha was absolutely convinced his head was about to explode; and not in the good way that popped into his mind when he thoughts about that. He was so excited; the date had been amazing, the pre-date sex had been amazing, and then the post-date sex had been too. He needed to tell someone about it and he already knew that the only person who would really understand his excitement was Harry.
The trouble was that Harry was at Hogwarts, and would be there for several more days, until the full moon and he was sure he couldn’t last that long; so Micha was pacing, sucking on a long brightly coloured lolly, that he might have deliberately chosen for its phallic shape, even if he would deny that if asked.
He could feel Damon’s eyes on him as he took the long, slim sweet into his mouth, savouring the taste of it, swirling his tongue around the sugary treat before slowly withdrawing it from his mouth, even daring to meet Damon’s eyes as his ran his tongue the length of it.
Damon actually groaned and let himself fall backwards onto the ground where he was sitting, apparently unable to stand watching the display any longer, so Micha returned to his pacing and thinking. Perhaps he could sneak out and go to Hogsmeade, walk up the castle and find Harry from there; though, the pack would worry. He also didn’t really trust his apparition skills, to go that far by himself, even though Jenson had been trying to teach him for weeks now, so it was probably a bad idea; though, very tempting.
Deciding that if he couldn’t talk to Harry now, then he would make sure he had plenty to tell his fellow submissive when he did see him, Micha headed over to where Damon was still lying down, and quickly straddled his hips.
“Want to play, marshmallow?” he asked with a falsely innocent smile before taking a long suck of his lolly again.
“Merlin, please don’t be joking,” Damon said as he felt his cock stiffening. Watching Micha with that lolly was driving him to distraction, he had been a horny wreck all morning, unable to take his eyes off his submissive, hating the fact that they had bought several more of this type of lolly too.
“Who’s joking?” Micha asked as he wiggled his bum, making Damon groan at the friction against his rapidly hardening cock.
Grabbing at Micha’s hips, Damon sat up, carefully then getting to his feet, his mate wrapped around him, still sucking on that infernal lolly as they headed into the forest, though hopefully he would be soon be sucking on something else that was long and hard if Damon had anything to say about it.
FGHP
Having had astronomy the evening before, McGonagall had agreed to postpone Clayton and Ron’s detentions until the following evening, and so Clay reluctantly left Romy and Harry in the Slytherin common room and headed off to the Professor’s classroom.
“At least it isn’t with Umbridge,” Romy said to Harry, who watched his best friend go with concern. “He’s a big boy, he can look after himself, Harry, if he didn’t want to end up in detention he shouldn’t have been fighting,” she said with a kind smile; she thought it was sweet how much the two of them obviously cared about each other.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I still worry though,” Harry agreed, turning back to face Romy. “Okay, so you found the spells for the room?” he asked; she had been telling both of them about having found what she believed they needed when Clay had to go.
“Not just any spells, but the ones that should be able to mimic the flora that naturally grows in the territory,” she told him proudly.
“Wow,” Harry said with a low impressed whistle. “How did you manage that?”
“They’re called books,” Romy told him, holding back her amusement. “If you weren’t so busy with Dumbledore and Quidditch you might have been able to help,” Romy said teasingly.
“Ah, books you say, I remember those,” Harry said with a laugh. “I miss just reading,” he added sadly. “Okay, let’s have a look at some of these wondrous books you have found then.”
Romy chuckled, bringing the books out of her bag and laying them on the coffee table in front of the fire. It had swiftly become one of their favourite places to sit, in front of the roaring fire. It might not have been home but it was as close as they were going to get until their classroom was built.
“It’s complicated magic, which worries me,” Romy told him, opening the books to the relevant sections and pointing them out. “I don’t think Clayton would be able to manage it; though, don’t tell him I said that, I don’t want to hurt his feelings.” Harry smiled at her with understanding, he wouldn’t have wanted to tell Clayton he wasn’t smart enough to grasp such complex magic either. In truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t have the magical strength, more that he would never sit still long enough to learn the important theoretical understanding that the spells required.
“Maybe we should give it a try tonight,” Harry suggested, “you know, while Clay’s in his detention.” Romy considered this for a moment, she did have some homework from astronomy to finish and it wasn’t exactly her strongest subject. She had been putting it off but another night of procrastinating couldn’t hurt; besides, the classroom was more important.
“Yeah, okay,” she agreed, nodding her head. She had been looking forward to seeing the results of all her research anyway, and actually it sounded like a really appealing way to spend the evening with her pack brother.
Harry helped Romy to gather the books up and headed for the exit just as Draco, Theo and Daphne were coming inside. “Where are you two off to?” Draco asked as the two werewolves made to make a swift exit.
“We can’t tell you everything, Draco,” Harry said with a cheeky smile and a shrug of his shoulders, “we’d lose our air of mystery.”
Draco snorted in amusement, Theo just laughed. “Have fun,” Theo said as Harry and Romy carried on. “Just not too much,” he called after them, “we’re in the lead for the house cup thanks to Clay, we don’t want to lose the lead!”
“Has Clay really been losing Gryffindor that many points?” Harry asked Romy, as the two of them headed off down the corridor.
“If you think of all the times he’s back talked to teachers, the fights, late homework, being caught skateboarding in the hallways, exploding potions which he did on purpose… what do you think?” Romy asked with heavy disapproval.
“Wow, I never thought about it that way,” Harry said with a frown; when Romy said it like that it did sound like a lot.
“It’s part of the reason he doesn’t get on well with the other Gryffindor’s,” Romy said with a sigh. It was no wonder he didn’t get on with his house mates when he was constantly losing them house points and getting into trouble.
“What? None of them?” Harry asked, his frown deepening. He knew Clayton was rather… unique, but he wasn’t a bad person. He didn’t understand why he hadn’t made other friends, like he and Romy had, since coming to Hogwarts.
“Only the Weasley twins, oh and the Angelina girl seems okay with him, but he doesn’t see them often,” Romy said with a sigh. “You have Draco and Theo, I’ve made friends with Luna and Astoria, Clay, well… he just has us.”
“I never thought about it like that. It isn’t like Draco, Theo and I ever left him out of stuff, at least not on purpose,” Harry said suddenly feeling rather guilty about how they had been with Clay since coming to the school. They were meant to be family, a pack and yet they hadn’t been acting like it as of late.
“I know but you are keeping a lot from us, Harry, and that worries him, it worries us both,” Romy said pointedly as they rounded a corner together and kept going towards their classroom. There were very few other students milling around, most of them already in their common rooms.
“I’m sorry, I have told you most of it now, about my Dad and the war and everything,” Harry said, the heavy feeling of guilt getting worse now that Romy was pointing this out to him. It wasn’t as if he had wanted to hide all this from them, he just needed to get it straight in his head before he told them.
“But I think he misses you, and the Gryffindors are horrible to him,” Romy said. “Or at least Ron is and most of the others follow his lead.”
“It’s not like I’m the only one keeping secrets from him though,” Harry said a little defensively, “you won’t talk to him about what your brother did and, I don’t care how much you deny it, he loves you and hates that I know and he doesn’t.”
Romy sighed with irritation. “Fine, we’ve both been sucky friends to him; least you didn’t slap him, though I think he deserved it.”
“You might have slapped him but I punched him,” Harry said with a grimace. “Maybe we should make it up to him somehow, he does tend to get the brunt of it all.” It wasn’t until they were laying it all out like this that the two of them realised just how much Clay had to deal with.
“I think this room will go a long way towards that, if we can make it work,” Romy said. It really seemed, when they tried to sum it all up, that they had underestimated how much Clay had been going through lately, especially considering the amount of pressure the Alpha was putting him under to protect Harry.
“He can’t even get inside it at the moment,” Harry said somewhat regretfully. He was feeling terrible; he knew that things hadn’t been easy for Clayton but he hadn’t realised just how bad, and he certainly hadn’t realised how crap it was between him and the other Gryffindors.
“That we definitely need to fix, maybe once he is done with his detention,” Romy suggested, not that Clayton knew where they had gone, something he was likely to be rather annoyed about when he got back to the common room from his detention and realised that they weren’t there.
“If it isn’t too late,” Harry said; the transfiguration teacher was Clay’s head of house and was known for being rather strict, she could keep him until it was past curfew. “Who knows how long McGonagall will keep him.”
“As soon as we can then. I think we take for granted how much he does for us; I mean he’s here as a personal bodyguard for you… it’s been his entire life, it can’t be easy for him,” Romy said and by this time they were nearing their classroom and hadn’t come across another student for the past couple minutes. Not even the ghosts seemed to frequent in this part of the castle.
“That was a shock, I had no idea he was in my life for that long,” Harry said with a sigh. “He’s like my brother, I always just take for granted that he’s always going to be there and I don’t want to do that any more.”
“So you’ll talk to him?” Romy asked, just to clarify. She felt terrible for everything they had done to Clayton but Harry had to be the one to talk to him, while they were here he was their unofficial leader. It was Harry’s job to keep them all together, which was probably why he was feeling so guilty for being so distracted and not noticing just how much Clayton was struggling.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to him, when he’s in a good mood,” Harry said, his brow furrowing. It was not a conversation that he wanted to have while Clayton was in one of his grumps.
“Coffee and sugar,” Romy suggested, thinking that was a sure way to win Clayton over.
“You saying yes to a date…” Harry teased with a smile on his face as he gave Romy a little nudge.
“How about being nice to me too,” Romy said in a huff, glaring at her pack brother rather venomously.
“I’m always nice to you, but you’re my little sister, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t tease you sometimes,” Harry pointed out, still grinning. He truly loved Romy like a sister and it felt so natural to tease her like this, they were family, it’s what family did.
“Well less teasing right now, time to get to work,” Romy said as they reached the corridor where their classroom was. Neither of them wanted to think about having to sort out the bathroom they would be using, that was something they might leave up to Clayton seeing as he hadn’t been much help with the actual classroom.
“Whatever you say,” Harry said, placing a kiss to Romy’s cheek. “Love you though,” he said; he never wanted her to doubt that, no matter how much he might tease her.
“Yeah, I love you too,” Romy said affectionately will a roll of her eyes. “Now how about you show me these great magical skills you supposedly have,” she said as she pushed open the door to their, soon to be, forest room.
“Just like everyone else, say you love me and then all you want is for me to get my wand out,” Harry said with a rather dramatic sigh, throwing his arms up in the air as he stepped passed his pack sister and into the room.
“Trust me when I tell you, Harry, that your wand can stay holstered where I am concerned,” Romy snipped sending a death glare to her pack brother. “Though, I was thinking, we should probably hide this door too,” she said as she closed the door behind them; Harry nodded his agreement; it would avoid people accidentally discovering that there was a warded room there.
“That can be your next project,” Harry said with a smile. “Wouldn’t want you getting bored or anything.”
“How thoughtful of you,” Romy said dryly, though she found she was actually kind of looking forward to the challenge.
“You love it really,” Harry said as he sat down in the seat that Clayton would normally have taken. “Can we keep the chair, it’s comfy and I know Clay likes it.”
“Oh, all right, we’ll have a lovely authentic forest that matches the territory and a dusty old armchair in the middle of it,” Romy said with exasperation, though she was sure that she could find some spells to tidy it up a bit if they really were going to keep it.
“Yay,” Harry said happily. “Come on then, shall we do this? Though, I’m warning you, I will have to get my wand out,” he said with a wink in her direction. If Romy had had anything other than books to hand then she would have thrown them at him, however she would never misuse literature in such a way.
“I’ll try and contain my excitement,” Romy said rather dryly.
“I should be highly offended; you’re lucky I have a loving, caring boyfriend who loves my wand very much,” Harry said with a laugh as Romy handed him a book for him to look over so he could get the gist of the spells they would be performing.
“Yes and I’m sure he’d be thrilled to know how often you offer to whip it out,” Romy said pointedly as she too glanced over the spells that they would need to transform the place.
“He’s a fan of me whipping it out when he’s around,” Harry said, simply saying these things to wind her up now, he did so enjoying teasing Romy. Though talking about Fenrir was really making him yearn for home and being in his arms again; he missed his mate, though thankfully it was only four days until the full moon.
“Well if you can stop talking about your wand long enough to get it out and then maybe we can get this started because it might take a while,” Romy said with a frown, doing her best to ignore her pack brother's teasing. The spells they were going to be using were complicated and she wasn’t sure that it wouldn’t take all night to get them right the way they were going.
“Now just to clarify, do you want my wand out or my wand out?” Harry asked with a heavy tone of suggestion as he spoke the last two words, rather enjoying the flaming red colour of Romy’s cheeks that he could see were a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
“Do I really have to justify that with an answer?” Romy snarled; she didn’t want to have to deal with sexual innuendo all evening, it was bad enough when Clayton was around, she hadn’t been expecting for Harry to be in such a playful mood.
“I guess not,” Harry said with a smirk, going for the zipper on his trousers. His aim had been to lighten the mood and make Romy laugh a little, everything that was going on in their lives, they deserved a little fun.
“Harry Prince, if you dare!” Romy said sternly; however, judging by the small laugh he heard, he had succeeded in lightening the mood a little, though he knew that Fenrir would not have approved of such behaviour.
“Oh, Romy, as if I would,” Harry said with a laugh. “I think Clay would kill me, not to mention Jenson and Fenrir. It’s okay, I’ll keep it in my trousers.”
Romy rolled her eyes at his ridiculousness and got to work casting cleaning spells on the room, Harry joining in a few seconds later. She was about to banish all the furniture, bar the precious arm chair, but decided it might be useful, and so shrunk it as best she could and stacked it in the middle of the room. She was particularly hesitant to destroy the books and wondered if she could sneak them into the library without questions being raised.
“Clean enough now?” Harry asked, when he couldn’t find any more surfaces to remove dust and dirt from. It had been a quick an easy process with the two of them there, and Romy nodded her agreement. “So sky or ground first?” This was one of the few times when the order really didn’t matter, given that the spell used to create the sky was completely separate from those they needed for the flora.
“Ground, I think; that is going to be the tricky bit to get right,” Romy said after a moment of consideration; there seemed little point creating the sky for the room if they couldn’t manage the rest of it yet.
“Okay, so trees and shrubs around the edge, clearing in the middle?” Harry asked, wanting to make sure they were on the same page before they started doing different things.
“No, let’s put all the trees in the middle,” Romy said sarcastically, “that way when we create a fire the whole place will go up in flames beautifully.”
“Yes, very clever,” Harry said with a laugh. “Terminus medeis,” he said casting a bordering spell that would mean that they could use the spell to grow trees without them filling the whole room.
Trusting Harry’s boundary spell, Romy started with the spells to grow trees. “Cresco quercus,” she said, grinning happily when a few oak trees began grow around the edge of the room.
“Impressive,” Harry said, nodding his approval. “Cresco sorbus,” he said, ash trees growing out of the stone floor, and Romy added a few other trees that she knew grew in their territory too. The two of them turning it into something of a competition between them, though Romy thankfully remembered to add some other shrubs before they filled the room with too many trees.
It took some time to get the trees and shrubs how they wanted them; it needed to feel like a forest but at the same time they still wanted to be able to move between the trees. The boundary spell had worked well though and left them with a clear space in the middle of the room, but Harry ended the spell so that Romy could cast the spells to create something of a meadow underfoot, the grass spreading out from where she stood, winding its way between the trees until none of the stone floor remained.
Harry couldn’t help but laugh happily at the sight and quickly pulled off his shoes to wiggle his toes against the soft ground. This had been the relatively easy part though, and now, having grown living things from their stone surroundings, they would have to cast the spells to keep it from all dying around them.
“That went well,” Romy said, looking around them and nodding her approval of the general appearance of the room; the trees were smaller than those they had at home but the overall feel and effect was rather impressive and she found herself looking forward to showing it to Clay. Though, she noted, with a glance upwards, it would look a lot better with sky above them rather than stone.
Picking up her books again, and taking a seat in the middle of the room, Romy read over the instructions for the spells they needed to maintain the plant life they had just created. It was a few minutes before Harry got bored with the feel of grass underfoot and came and sat next to her, peering over her shoulder at the text.
“Hmm, looks complicated,” he said thoughtfully, and Romy nodded her agreement. It largely involved providing nutrients and maintaining the water levels within the plants, but given they were in a sealed stone room, that was no small feat; particularly given the wards around them that would not allow things in.
It took the best part of half an hour for them to even plan the order of the spells they would need to cast, and to make a few adjustments for their particular environment.
“Cibatus flora,” Romy said, waving her wand in an intricate motion; it was a spell that was supposed to provide the nutrients that the trees, shrubs and other plants would need to survive, though it would require a fair bit of monitoring over the next few weeks to ensure that it was working fully.
Harry too was casting spells, some to keep the plant roots from pulling the stone structure of the room apart, others to recycle the air in the room for both their own sakes and for the plant's too. “Remora siccatio,” he said, starting to feel the strain of casting such complex spells for an extended period of time and he felt that he had been challenged more in the last few hours than he had in the rest of the time he had spent at Hogwarts so far.
“I’m done,” Romy said, lying down on the grass, her eyes closed.
Harry nodded his agreement; there were a few more spells that they might decide to add at some point but it was nearly midnight and he simply couldn’t do any more. Though, when he lay down next to Romy, he noticed the stone above them and so raised his wand. “Lapis siccatio,” he said softly.
Romy hear the spell being cast next to her and opened her eyes to watch the stone appear to dissolve into air above them, revealing a star scattered night sky. “It’s beautiful,” she said, a gentle smile on her face.
Harry nodded his agreement and he thought that if it hadn’t been for Clayton then the two of them might have just started a fire and curled up here for the night; however, they knew that it wouldn’t be fair to their pack brother to leave him out.
Gathering up their bags, Romy and Harry headed for the door in silence, looking forward to getting back to Slytherin common room and just sleeping. However, as they exited their classroom, they came to a rather abrupt halt when they saw Clayton sat in the corridor.
“Clay…” Romy said and he turned to see his two pack siblings, both looking exhausted as he got to his feet. “What are you doing here?”
“You weren’t in the common room or in the library; I figured you would be here, especially considering you wouldn’t tell Draco where you were going,” Clay said with a disgruntled shrug. “But I can’t get in still.”
“Sorry,” Harry said and he did genuinely sound sorry too. He knew that he should have probably told Draco and the others where they were going so that they could have told Clayton; it had been stupid of them not to do that.
“Let’s alter the wards now then,” Romy suggested, not really feeling up to doing anything that remotely required effort or magical strength but Clayton needed them to do this, he needed to feel included.
“It’s fine if you two want your secret little hidey hole,” Clay said somewhat bitterly. He couldn’t exactly tell them they wouldn’t be safe without him in there with them, after all the wards were keeping him out well enough, they would keep out others too. Besides it had been his own stupid fault that they didn’t include him in the first place.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Harry chastised, “the spells have taken us hours so we thought we’d get them done so you didn’t have to hang around being bored,” Harry tried to reason, trying to be nice about the way he worded it.
“We really do want you to see what we’ve done,” Romy said, nodding her agreement. “We even kept the armchair you liked,” she added, overly aware that they were meant to being nice to Clayton and making up their crappy behaviour towards him.
“You kept the chair?” Clay asked looking at his pack siblings as if they were both a little crazy but he was smiling regardless at the fact that they had been thinking about him even though he hadn’t been there.
“We kept the chair,” Harry said with a smile. “Want to see?”
“Yeah,” Clay said excitedly. Beyond exhausted but willing to do this for their pack brother, Harry and Romy put down their bags that were weighed down heavily with their many books, both of them drawing out their wands.
Romy took Clay’s hand and pressed it against the door; he gave her a strange look but she just smiled at him. Pressing her wand to the back of his hand she muttered a spell that he didn’t recognise, Harry mimicking her, but a second later they pulled their wands back, thin white threads connecting them to Clayton and they pressed the tips of their wands to the door.
Clay had expected to feel something, but other than the white threads he hadn’t even noticed that they had really done anything; Romy, however, nodded and gestured for him to go ahead, so he pushed open the door.
The room certainly looked rather different from how it had been when he had been there last; his pack siblings had done a very impressive job of mimicking the territory, though the trees were a little shorter and obviously the space was much smaller. But he couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he was able to step through the doorway, kick off his shoes and take a deep breath.
It was amazing that the room already smelt of the plants around him and as he tipped his head backwards to smile upwards, he spotted the sky. “This is so awesome,” he said, taking a seat on the ground.
“We didn’t want to leave you out, but we figured that you would really want to spend hours and hours doing the spells this took,” Harry said to his friend, taking a seat next to him.
“No, it’s fine,” Clay said, he was too happy that they finally had their forest room to actually care that they hadn’t invited him along to help. “Can we just stay here tonight?”
“Not really,” Harry said a little regretfully, “all our stuff is in the Slytherin dorm and we can’t just vanish without telling anyone where we’re going.”
“Plus,” Romy added, “the bathroom isn’t exactly usable right now.”
“But we will be able to use it soon right?” Clay asked hopefully.
“Yeah,” Romy said with a smile, “really, really soon.”
FGHP
Friday evening of course meant Quidditch practice after dinner. Romy and Clayton had, after much assurance from Harry and also from Draco, decided that they would use the time to sort out the bathroom together so that they might be able to move into their classroom over the weekend.
Harry did feel a little guilty about not going to help with the rather disgusting task; however, he thought that it would give Clay and Romy some much needed alone time to talk, something which Harry was still meaning to do with his friend. It was almost the weekend now though and so he was hopeful that he would get a chance the next day before they returned home for the full moon on Sunday.
“You do realise the snitch almost just flew straight into your head and you still didn’t catch it,” Draco said, as he flew over the where Harry was.
“Huh?” Harry said, turning to look at Draco, then looking around him as though he had completely forgotten where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. “Oh, got a lot on my mind,” Harry explained, when Draco raised an eyebrow in an unasked question, looking rather amused.
“So it would seem,” he responded. “Has it got anything to do with your stalker?”
Harry looked over to where Draco had motioned and sighed when he saw Cedric sitting in the stands. “No, nothing to do with him, but we’ll talk later, after Quidditch,” Harry said, think that Draco needed to be part of his plans seeing as his fellow Slytherin was as deeply embedded in this war as he was now.
Draco nodded his understanding; it was obvious that whatever it was that his friend had on his mind, it was not a topic that they could discuss in the middle of Quidditch practice. “Just try to catch the snitch at least once, or else Pucey will keep you out here all weekend practicing,” he said with a smirk, before flying back over to the rest of their team mates.
Harry sighed and started to look for the snitch once more. He saw Cedric give him a wave, and forced a smile onto his face before returning his attention to the team practice; he really didn’t feel he had the energy to deal with the head boy’s increasingly obvious obsession with him.
One thing that Harry knew for certain was that it didn’t matter how hard Cedric tried, he wouldn’t be talking to him this evening. He had too many other things on his mind and after the last conversation they had, which had ended on fairly good terms, Harry just didn’t feel as if he had anything more to add.
It was clear that Cedric believed Fenrir was hurting him and that in itself upset Harry because he knew Fenrir would never do anything like that to him. At least he wouldn’t on purpose. Sure there had been the incident after the Alpha had first met Cedric but that had been a territorial wolf thing, nothing more and it was something Harry had needed to give to his mate. It hadn’t hurt Harry to do so in any way.
What he needed was some space from the head boy for a little while. He had the full moon on Sunday, he would get to see his mate and be in his arms again. A small respite from the reality and stress of life at Hogwarts and being in the middle of a war. The pack and the territory was a safe haven where he could forget about everything else and it was just what he needed.
FGHP
Having successfully dodged Cedric with Draco’s help, they had gone back to the Slytherin dormitories and showered the sweat and grime from their bodies. By the time they were done, Romy and Clayton had returned needing showers of their own judging by the state of them.
Clay, being a gentleman, allowed Romy to go first, giving her the whole bathroom to herself. Seeing as Clayton was in such a good mood Harry decided that now was the perfect opportunity to talk to his friend as he had promised Romy that he would.
“Clay…” Harry began, taking a seat on their bed and watching as Clay pulled off his white school shirt that was now more grey than white after being in the bathroom for the majority of the evening, cleaning it.
“Yeah,” Clay responded, more to show that he was actually paying attention than anything else as he threw his shirt unceremoniously in the general direction of his bag, thinking how nice it would be to have his trunk again when they finally moved into their forest room.
“I’m sorry I’m a crappy friend to you,” Harry said and at these words a shirtless and barefoot Clay turned to look at his best friend with confusion.
“What do you mean? You’re not a crappy friend,” Clay said confused, as he ran his hand through the mass of dark curls on top of his head, clearly wondering where this had come from.
“Yeah I am,” Harry said sadly. “I had no idea how sucky the Gryffindors were being towards you; you’re basically my brother and I just didn’t see it.”
“I can handle them,” Clay said with a scowl as he took a seat beside Harry, both of them moving onto the bed, their legs crossed and facing one another.
“Not the point, we should be handling them together,” Harry said stubbornly. “And I’m sorry about the secrets, I never really meant for them to be secrets, I just … I couldn’t figure them out for myself. There was just so much going on and I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“Stop being a prat,” Clay said shaking his head. “Of course I don’t like the secrets, but you are telling us now, which means we can help you work things out,” Clay said with a smile. “And we will help you even if you don’t want us to.”
Harry couldn’t help but smile. “I couldn’t do it without you two anyway, I really do need you, Clay; not as my bodyguard either, I need you as my friend and my brother.”
“Things are going to get easier now,” Clay said definitively, though Harry wasn’t sure that he was right, but he wasn’t about to break the moment they were having by stating this truth. “Romy told me about what happened with her brother this evening. After what he said in Hogsmeade I kind of figured it out but it was nice to hear her confirm it.”
“You get why she didn’t tell you though?” Harry asked, watching Clay’s face carefully.
“Yeah, because I want to rip his throat out,” Clay said with a growl before taking a breath to calm himself. “I get why you both kept secrets, I just… if we’re going to help each other and protect each other, no more secrets.”
“No more secrets,” Harry agreed with a smile, leaning forward and flinging his arms around Clay’s neck, an embrace that the dominant pup returned rather awkwardly by wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist.
“Is this a private moment or can anyone join?” Romy asked fondly as she exited the bathroom in her pyjamas, spotting her pack brothers hugging on the bed. The moment she came close enough, they both grabbed her and pulled her down on the bed, hugging her too. The three of them ended up as a tangle mess of limbs, all three of them laughing.
“What are you three doing?” Theo asked with amusement as he came into the dormitory with Draco following behind him.
“Orgy, want to join?” Harry said happily from somewhere on bed, seeming to be buried under both his pack siblings.
“Hell yes,” Theo said, jumping on to the bed with them.
“Theo!” Draco exclaimed, surprised by his friend’s sudden move to join the three werewolves. It seemed that since Harry had told Theo the truth about what they were that Theo had decided that he and Harry were going to be good friends.
“Come on, Draco,” Harry teased, “live a little!”
“Three attractive werewolves, what’s not to love here?” Theo said with an unrepentant shrug from his position on the bed surrounded by Clayton, Romy and Harry, all four of them giggling and laughing manically.
Somehow managing to sit up, Romy reached out and grabbed hold of Draco, pulling him on to the bed; the rather uptight and dainty Slytherin let out a small yelp before landing on top of the younger girl who was grinning deviously. All she could think was that this would get him back for playing footsie with her under the table in the library. Harry let out a cheer and flung an arm over Draco, hugging him and bringing him into the large hug.
“Really not comfortable for the man on the bottom,” Clayton said with an oomph as Draco had landed on top of them all.
“You finally have Romy on top of you, I thought you’d be pleased,” Harry teased.
“My fantasies involving Romy on top of me do not include three other guys on top of me as well,” Clayton gruffed, giving Theo a shove, rolling the mound of bodies off of him. However, since they were all rather tangled together this shove sent all five of them rolling unceremoniously onto the hard cold floor.
“Ouch,” Draco groaned. “This is why I don’t usually let them pull me into their daft antics, Theo,” he said, as he shuffled out from underneath Harry.
“It’s just a few bruises, Draco,” Romy said with a laugh, “don’t be such a girl.”
“That’s all well and good for you werewolves, with your great healing, but I’m a Malfoy,” he said, brushing at his robes as he got to his feet, looking down at his four friends, who were still in a tangled heap on the floor, “we bruise easily!”
“I don’t heal any faster than you,” Harry pointed out as he sat up, knowing that he would no doubt have a bruise on his bum that would not be gone before Sunday when he would see Fenrir again. He wasn’t sure how he would explain to his mate that he was rolling around on a bed with three guys plus Romy and fell out.
“Seriously?” Theo asked in bemusement as he offered his hand out to Clay and pulled the boy up off the floor, only just having managed to disentangle himself from the mass of limbs. “How come?”
“Long story,” Harry said as Clayton pulled him up off the ground as Romy and Draco also got to their feet. “I can’t feel pain either though.”
“Only you could be a defective werewolf,” Draco said with amusement. “You couldn’t be normal could you?”
“Normal's boring,” Harry said with a grin. “Who would want to be normal?”
“Not me,” Clay said grinning, “it’s too much fun being us.”
“Oh yes, because being us is so wonderful,” Romy said with a roll of her eyes. “I particularly like all that constant danger we’re always in.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Harry said looking a little sheepish, “kinda my fault that one. Though, since you guys are all here, I think it’s time I shared what’s going on with you two as well, I think you’ll be able to help.”
“Well that sounds ominous,” Draco said giving Harry a look of uncertainty as the five of them all made themselves comfortable on Harry’s bed. Romy taking a position between Draco and Clay, who sat next to Harry. Theo was on Draco’s other side, holding Baloo bear, looking at the rather pathetic looking creature with interest.
It was rather a squash having the five of them sat on the one single bed, not that Clayton was complaining much as he had most of Romy snuggled against him, Draco lounging half on and half off the bed but it worked and they were all sat comfortably, Harry having draped the Alpha blanket over his shoulders so he could smell his mate.
“I want to break into the ministry,” Harry said, feeling that it was best to break the worst of the news quickly. Sure enough, Draco almost fell off the edge of the bed, where he was perched, in shock.
“Excuse me?” Theo said, his voice almost a laugh, not sure whether to actually take his friend seriously. He couldn’t imagine why Harry would want to do such a thing, nor how he and Draco were supposed to be able to help him.
“The Ministry,” Harry said again, “there is something there that I need to get and they won’t give it to me, so I am going to have to go get it for myself.”
“I would like it noted that I think this idea is incredibly stupid and bound to end badly,” Romy said, wanting to make her position on the whole idea very clear.
“I think I am with Romy on this one,” Draco said. “Sorry, Harry,” he added when his friend scowled at him. “You are going to have to tell us a lot more than they have something you want, if you actually expect us to help you with this.”
“It’s a prophecy,” Harry told them honestly, seeing no reason to lie to them about this. “I need to know what it says, it’s about me and why… why it has to be me to kill Voldemort.”
“It’ll be in the department of mysteries,” Draco said with a sigh, realising just how important this was. He knew that he wouldn’t deny Harry’s request for help on this even if it did sound rather dangerous.
“Not the easiest places to get into,” Theo added with a frown. “And who knows what kind of madness they will have inside there, even if you can get in.” Very little was known about the department of mysteries, but he didn’t think they were going to able to just walk in and follow the signs.
“We would also have to get to London somehow,” Draco mused, wondering how they would pull that off.
“I can apparate,” Harry said with a shrug.
“So can I,” Clayton added.
“Wait, you’re actually considering this?” Romy asked dumbfounded; she hadn’t thought that Draco or Theo were stupid enough to even consider it, but clearly she had been very, very wrong.
“It’s clearly important,” Draco said looking at Romy apologetically. He liked her, he really did, but he wanted Voldemort dead more and he would do anything to make sure that happened, even if it meant helping Harry in his crazy schemes.
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t,” Harry said, knowing that he would never put any one of his friends in danger if there was another way.
“You know that Voldemort has control of the Ministry,” Theo said, “if we get caught we have no idea what will happen to us.”
“Just adds to the thrill of it,” Clay said grinning like a madman.
“What Clayton meant to say,” Harry said with a pointed stare at his best friend, “was that we’re going to make sure that we don’t get caught.”
“Oh yeah, I totally meant that,” Clay said with a snort of amusement. Draco and Theo looked somewhat dubious, and Romy just glared at her cousin.
“And I promise I will understand if you don’t want to do this, because it is a risk,” Harry told them; he would appreciate any assistance they were happy to give him, but he wouldn’t think less of them for deciding not to.
“My mother thinks you’re our best bet in getting rid of Voldemort,” Draco said, already having made up his mind. “I agree with her, so I will do what I can.”
“Let me make my position very clear,” Romy said, “I will help but I am not coming with you!”
“Works for me,” Harry said with a smile. He actually felt a little better knowing that Romy would be safely at Hogwarts, no matter how much of a comfort it might have been to have her with them.
“I want to hear your plan before I make my final decision,” Theo said, not sure if he really wanted to take such a gamble, he at least needed some time to think about it before he made a promise he couldn’t keep.
“That’s fine, I understand,” Harry said nodding his head in Theo’s direction. “It might be good for someone to stay behind with Romy, make sure she’s okay but if you decide to come then we could always use your help, either way I’ll still count you as a friend.”
“So how did you find out about this prophecy?” Draco asked, narrowing his eyes at Harry in suspicion. “And do you know what it is about?”
“Not sure on the specifics, just that it is about me and Voldemort,” Harry told them. “But that’s why I need to go get it. And you’re going to think I’m an idiot for wanting it when I tell you how I know about it,” Harry admitted with a sheepish smile. He knew that Dumbledore wasn’t to be trusted, but he knew that the headmaster needed him alive and cooperating.
“Then I think you need to tell us,” Theo said, feeling even more concerned about the advisability of the plan, if even Harry was openly admitting that his source of information was dubious.
“Dumbledore told me about it,” Harry said, not meeting either Draco or Theo’s eyes. He knew what their reactions were going to be because even he wasn’t sure that this was the right thing to do but he wanted to hear this prophecy, he needed to know why.
“Yeah you’re an idiot,” Draco said, shaking his head in disbelief. Dumbledore had caused Harry endless problems and yet here Harry was trusting the old man, or at least listening to him.
“He wants me to go and get it,” Harry said with complete certainty. “I know he wouldn’t put me in danger,” Harry tried to explain. He wouldn’t be even considering going if he thought that Dumbledore was a risk to them. There was no way he would include any of them in this plan if he thought that it would hurt any of them.
“He told you he wanted you to go and get it?” Draco asked, frowning, wanting to know exactly what was going on between Harry and Dumbledore; it all seemed very strange and he was certain that more was going on than Harry was letting on. If he was going to do this then he wanted all the facts first.
“Not in so many words but yes,” Harry said with a nod, looking up to gage the reactions that his friends and family were having. He knew that this was never going to be an easy conversation but the stern expressions on the faces of those he loved really brought home to him how serious this was. “He won’t stop us,” he assured them wanting them to know that they wouldn’t get in trouble at school for helping him.
“I don’t know how you think we can trust him,” Draco said with a scowl. He had told Harry what Dumbledore was like, Severus had warned Harry not to trust him too; Draco found it difficult to understand what could have made Harry so sure that he could take the devious old man at his word. He didn’t doubt Harry’s sincerity at this, he could see how sure Harry was in how he spoke but he still wanted to know how he had come to be so certain.
“I just can,” Harry insisted, not wanting to go into the unbreakable vow and feel the guilt that went along with it. He already hated himself for it, he didn’t want them to hate him too. “There is a reason why but I can’t… I just can’t go into it, I need you to be able to trust me,” he added with a sigh, when they continued look doubtful.
“I think you need to tell us this reason,” Clay said rather firmly; this was the one thing that Harry was still keeping from him and Romy, that made him worried because it meant that it wasn’t going to be anything he approved of. There were not many things that he didn’t approve of when it came to their antics, which of course only made him worry more.
“I can’t…” Harry said with a resigned sigh, looking down at his hands as he shook his head. “It’s… I can tell you that we have a binding agreement,” he said with a resigned sigh, knowing that they wouldn’t be letting this go and feeling that he needed tell them something but not wanting to talk about the vow.
“Harry… what have you done?” Romy asked, sounding genuinely worried; any kind of binding agreement was something that made her very uneasy and that Harry was hiding the details from her meant that it was probably bad news.
“I’m doing everything I can to survive this and make sure that those I love survive too,” Harry promised them, knowing that he was speaking the truth here and hoping that it would go some way to reassuring them.
He hadn’t had much choice in how things had played out with Dumbledore, but every decision he had made had been considered for the safety of people he loved and cared about. “Dumbledore… Dumbledore has my Dad,” Harry continued, wanting Draco and Theo to know this, “he’s dying but Dumbledore can save him; I’m doing this so that can happen,” he told them.
“I’m in,” Theo said decisively after a short moment of consideration. He had heard enough to know that this was something that Harry needed to do, and Harry’s reasoning made sense to him. If the roles had been reversed then Theo knew that he would have done anything to save his own family.
“Are you sure…?” Harry asked, slightly taken back by Theo’s sudden decision. He was grateful but wanted to be sure that his friend really knew what he was getting into. “You don’t have to…”
“This is your Dad and I trust you,” Theo said with certainty. “Let’s get this prophecy and see what it says. I’m all for anything that gets rid of that mad man,” he said, looking around at the others. He had never before openly taken a side in the war, but he didn’t want to be part of Voldemort’s regime.
Though Dumbledore’s side hadn’t seemed any better if he was honest. He would side with Harry and do what had to be done to survive. It was clear that Harry didn’t swear allegiance to anyone other than his family and those that he cared about. This was something that Theo could get behind.
“I think when you say mad-man that you should be more specific,” Harry said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a little, “we know a few of them.” He was sure he knew who Theo meant but it seemed to be a theme in his life at the moment, mad-men all wanting to interfere in his life and control him.
“Does your boyfriend count as a mad-man?” Draco said with a smirk. “Because then you can add one more to that long list.” He didn’t actually think that Greyback was a mad-man exactly, but he certainly had the reputation of one and it was always amusing to have Harry defend a man who was infamous for being a murderer and yet called him such cute nicknames.
“He isn’t a mad-man,” Harry said defensively with a frown, not liking that people kept insisting on talking about his mate that way, even if he knew that Draco was just deliberately winding him up. Fenrir was a better man than people gave him credit for and Harry wished more people knew the man that he had fallen in love with.
Though if more people knew how amazing Fenrir was he would have more competition for his affections, something the Alpha did not give easily. Harry didn’t want anyone else vying for the man's attentions because he was sure that he was more trouble than he was worth and it wouldn’t take much for Fenrir to realise this.
“He must be, he’s mated to you,” Clay teased, with a grin. Romy tutted and rolled her eyes; she couldn’t believe that her cousin was speaking so disrespectfully about their Alpha when he had already been demoted to the position of omega.
“For the record,” Theo said, interrupting before the young werewolves could get into some kind of spat, “I did mean Voldemort. Though, if this will get rid of Dumbledore too then I’m all for it,” Theo clarified.
He might be a Slytherin, and he knew that most people assumed the worst of them, but he was a peaceful guy on the whole. He didn’t want to see their world descend even further into war, and right now, Draco seemed to think that Harry was their best hope of putting a stop to things; he didn’t have all the details but he trusted his friend’s opinion, knowing that Draco would go to any lengths to protect his family.
“Harry, I wish you would tell us what makes you so sure that Dumbledore will stick to his word,” Romy said pleadingly. She just wanted the truth so that they could work together, something that they couldn’t do properly while she and Clayton only had half the information.
He swallowed deeply, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. He didn’t want to break down now, he didn’t want the burden of what he had done on their shoulders, he didn’t want them to constantly fear for his life, like he knew they would if he told them what he had done. “Romy, I want to tell you,” Harry told her earnestly, not knowing what else to say.
“Then why won’t you?” Clayton demanded a little angrily. Harry had just been talking to him about no more secrets and how he wanted to be a better friend; yet now he was hiding something that was clearly of great importance to every decision they made in regards to dealing with the headmaster and his stupid war.
“It’s… I don’t want you to hate me,” Harry whispered, brushing away the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. He was so cross with himself for acting so weak and yet he just wanted to cuddle up between his friends and pack siblings, have them make it all better, even though he knew that that wasn’t possible.
“Why would we hate you?” Romy asked, looking at Harry like he was completely crazy. She and Clay loved Harry so much and there was nothing that she could think of that would possibly make them hate him.
“Because I did something really stupid,” Harry admitted. He had been so sure in his decision to take the vow; but now that he was faced with thinking about how Clayton and Romy would react, how Draco and Theo would feel, how the other pack members would take the news, he felt the guilt begin to consume him and the more he thought about it the worse the feeling got.
“You know you have to tell us now,” Draco said, before Clayton had the chance to comment. Theo and Romy were watching him expectantly, their expressions demanding some kind of truth from the petite teenager.
“You can’t tell Fenrir or any of the others,” Harry said, looking each of them in the eye with a very serious expression. “Especially not Fenrir, he’s going to be so mad,” he said quietly, looking back down at his hands. He had no idea how he was going to say the actual words, how he could possibly tell them the truth of what he had done.
“Harry, you’re scaring me,” Romy said, and Harry could hear the tremor in her voice and it made his conscience feel even worse. He had never meant for those he loved to get hurt, he had taken the vow to protect them and now they were suffering for his choices.
“Tell us,” Clay said sternly and Harry knew his best friend was getting annoyed, that Clay knew that the news was going to be bad and that he was already somewhat angry at Harry’s decision before he even knew the details. There would be no escaping it now, he had to tell them, he didn’t have a choice.
Scrunching his eyes up, Harry took a deep breath, knowing that whatever their reactions were going to be, they were not going to be pleasant. “I made the unbreakable vow.”
“Merlin,” Theo said in a breathy voice, staring at Harry in shock. Draco was shaking his head, clearly in denial, wishing it not to be true. He didn’t want his friend to have been so stupid as to put his life on the line in a deal with the headmaster.
“Harry…” Romy gasped in shock, her hands going up to cover her mouth; she didn’t even try to stem the tears that built in her eyes at the revelation. Of all the things she had been turning over in her head, of all the possibilities, this one was not something that had even occurred to her.
Clay looked confused, but could tell it was terrible from their reactions. “What’s the unbreakable vow?” he demanded to know, not about to be left out of the loop again, and certainly not on something this important. He needed to understand what Harry had just admitted to doing and he didn’t care how stupid he looked or felt from asking this question.
Silence descended amongst the five of them, no one wanting to explain it to him the seriousness of what Harry had done or what it mean. “The unbreakable vow,” Romy began thinking that it was for the best that it was her to explain it, out of all of them she was the one that Clayton wouldn’t hurt, “is when two wizards are magically bound to their word.” Her voice was shaking as she spoke and, when she looked at him, her dark blue eyes were filled with tears, not wanting to carry on, not wanting to say the words.
“And what happens if one doesn’t keep their word?” Clayton snarled, thinking that he already knew the answer considering it was called an unbreakable vow; however, he wanted to hear it confirmed. He turned to Harry, hoping to hear his best friend admit the truth, but it was Romy’s sad and gentle voice that spoke, telling him what he already knew to be true.
“You can’t…” she said, resting her hand on his arm, “not without dying.”

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