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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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Only two and a half weeks and three chapters until the anniversary now (which will be chapter 62) and we are excited for you to get to read it. But for now, this chapter has one of our favourite opening lines; hope you enjoy the chapter.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 59 - Guilt and Affection
“HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUCKING STUPID?!” Clayton bellowed. The moment Romy had spoken the words he had been off the bed and on his feet, needing to do something, anything to distract himself before he hurt someone.
“Clay…” Harry tried to say, tears streaming down his cheeks; he knew that telling them was going to be bad but to see his best friend like this, it hurt. He knew he deserved this though, he knew that Clay had every right to act like this.
“No!” Clayton snapped. “You don’t get to look at me like that. How could you? I love you so much and you just… give your life for nothing!”
“It’s not for nothing,” Harry sobbed, looking to Romy, whose hands still covered her mouth, tears of her own spilling from her dark blue eyes, in too much shock to say anything.
“We should go,” Theo said, getting to his feet and motioning to Draco, knowing that the three werewolves were going to need some time alone to deal with this.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Draco snapped. “Once Clay’s had his turn I want to yell at the idiot, I think Harry needs to realise just how stupid he’s been!”
“Not the time, Draco,” Romy said quietly, standing up and giving him and then Theo a hug and a kiss to the cheek. “You will get your chance, I promise, but for now Clayton and I need to talk to Harry; please,” she pleaded with them.
Draco nodded; she was the only one he was going to listen to right now and at her words he allowed Theo to guide him out of the room, closing the door behind them and erecting a silencing spell, knowing that it was likely to be needed.
“Explain this to us, please, Harry,” Romy begged, going to the bed where Harry had curled up into a ball, the Alpha blanket still around his shoulders. He was crying, waiting for Clayton to continue yelling at him, something he knew he deserved.
“What the hell does it matter why, it’s done, he’s as good as dead!” Clayton raged, picking up Harry’s bedside table and, in one solid movement, throwing it violently against the wall, where it shattered into hundreds of tiny shards of wood.
“I’m not going to go back on my word,” Harry said softly, unable to look at either of his pack siblings, a stabbing pain in his heart as he realised just how much he had hurt them, knowing that Fenrir’s reaction would be a hundred times worse if he ever found out.
“What did you agree to and what did you have Dumbledore promise in return, the exact wording?” Romy asked, trying to be logical. She needed to hear this, to understand the reasoning behind this idiocy that felt so out of character for Harry. He was reckless, sure, but he would never put his life on the line without very good reason and Romy wanted to know why.
“Dumbledore had my Dad under a spell, it was causing him so much pain,” Harry said, his voice so soft that both Romy and Clayton had to remain very quiet so that they could hear him. “When Dumbledore took the spell off, my Dad almost died. He was alive though and I knew I would do anything to save him.”
“So Dumbledore agreed to keep your father alive?” Romy queried and Harry nodded. “What were the exact words he agreed to in the bond to do that?” she asked, wanting specifics. Magical vows such as this were notoriously specific to their wording and she just hoped that Harry had taken all due care on that front.
“That he wouldn’t take any actions to negatively impact Severus’ physical or mental health,” Harry said, reciting it from memory. He was sure he would never forget a single word of the spell and sometimes he wondered if the magic of the vow itself had burned it into his mind.
“What else did Dumbledore agree to? Exact wording if you can remember it,” Romy asked, holding up a hand to silence Clayton when it had looked as if he was about to speak. Romy needed to hear this, she needed to figure out if there was any leeway in what Harry had agreed to.
“I can,” Harry said sadly, “it’s like it’s burned into my brain. He agreed to release my Dad into my care alive and completely healthy once my part of the vow was complete, I am permitted visits at least every two weeks to see him until that time and I also got him to agree to all current and future members of my pack remaining unharmed either directly or indirectly from Dumbledore’s actions.”
“And in return, what have you promised him?” Romy asked gently.
“That I will do anything and everything required to bring about Voldemort’s destruction, including the destruction of all fragments of his soul.”
“Harry!” Romy exclaimed, surprised that he had agreed to such generalised terms. “And do you even have any idea what it is actually going to take to do this?” she demanded to know.
“Sort of,” Harry admitted.
“That’s just great, you are so fucking selfish, Harry,” Clayton yelled. “Did you even stop and think before you did this?”
“I did this for you, for all of you,” Harry shouted back. “Do you think that Dumbledore would have stopped at anything to get me to agree to help him? He would have killed you all, every single one of you, if that’s what it took, and this way it is just me, I am the only one who… who might…”
“Might die, Harry, you might die, as in gone, forever,” Clayton said, and he was crying now too, though he was still mostly angry, his fear was starting to win out; he had no idea what he would do if he lost Harry, the very idea made him feel sick to his stomach. And then he couldn’t stop thinking about it, images of Harry’s body, devoid of life and he actually retched. Squatting near one of the beds, holding himself up using it, he tried to draw air into his lungs as he began to cry in earnest.
“I’m sorry, Clay, I’m so sorry!” Harry sobbed, never having ever seen his friend in such a state before. Harry was off the bed and kneeling before his friend in a second but Clayton wouldn’t even look at him.
Romy remained where she was, her heart breaking for her pack brothers and not really knowing how to deal with it. Her first instinct, as always, was to turn to her books, the urge to look up unbreakable vows was overwhelming. She always found comfort in her books but she wasn’t entirely sure how much help they were going to be this time.
“I have to go to the library,” she said, realising that the two boys needed some time alone to work things out. “No fighting you two, please,” she added.
“You know that I really want to punch him right now,” Clay said to her, managing to look straight passed Harry as though he wasn’t there; he was struggling to keep control of his anger but was determined to do so.
“Clayton, look at me, please,” Harry begged.
“I can’t!” Clay said, pinching his eyes shut. “I don’t want to hurt you, but if I see you crying over this right now I am going to hit you. I am SO fucking angry, Harry.”
“Then hit me,” Harry said. Even a punch to the face would be better than being ignored, he just wanted his friend to see him, to react, to do anything other than ignore him.
“I am not going to hit you so that you can ease your guilt,” Clay said managing to turn to Harry with fury in his eyes. “If you want to be punished you can explain what you have done to our Alpha, your mate, the man who loves you, who is completely devoted to giving you everything. Let him punish you for this because I want you to feel that guilt, to know how badly you have hurt me and Romy and everyone else who was stupid enough to love you.”
“Please don’t give up on me, Clay,” Harry begged, his heart physically ached as though his best friend’s words had stabbed him there. He was finding it hard to breath; he knew that Clay loved him, but the depth of his friend’s devotion and pain were beyond anything he could have imagined.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Clay said, his voice full of sadness, sitting down heavily on the floor, his back against the side of the bed. “I could never give up on you; you, Harry Prince, are in here,” he said, tapping his chest over his heart. “I can’t just stop loving you, I can’t change that you are the centre of my whole fucking world. My whole life has been tangled up with yours and even when you make my soul ache, like it is now, I can’t let you go.”
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Clay,” Harry said, practically throwing himself into his best friend’s arms and clinging to him for dear life. “I never wanted you hurt, I needed you to be safe, I needed you all to be safe, I didn’t think I mattered, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“How can you think you don’t matter?” Clay asked, wrapping his arms around Harry and holding him close as though scared he might slip through his fingers. He breathed in Harry’s scent and tried to remind himself that his friend was still there; but the knowledge that he might die, might die soon, it made him want to scream and rage and cry and tear the world asunder. It wasn’t fair; he had never asked for much in his life, he just wanted his family and he wanted his best friend and brother, now that was being torn from his very grip with nothing he could do to stop it.
“I love you so much, Clay,” Harry whispered, his tears soaking into his friend’s shirt. The hold Clayton had on him was almost painfully tight and he only wished that he could hold him tighter still and make the world go away.
“It isn’t fair,” Clay sobbed, sounding like a petulant child, but needing to say it. “I just want to go home, and for this to all go away, I just want you, and Romy, and my Dad,” he said, his face half buried in Harry’s hair. “I just want our little family, in our home, away from all this crap.”
Harry didn’t know what to say to that, there were no words. He agreed completely, that was all he wanted too, for their family to be safe; it had been his reason for everything.
“I am going to kill Dumbledore for this,” Clay growled out. The headmaster had ruined everything and Clayton was determined that he would pay for what he had done.
“I’m not going to die, Clay,” Harry told him, “I’m going to kill Voldemort and then we’ll all be safe; we will be able to go home and be safe.”
“I don’t care what it takes, I’m helping you and I won’t let you die,” Clay said stubbornly. “It isn’t even an option, get that; I’m not letting you die!”
Silence descended between them, both teenage boys sobbing quietly, neither of them noticing that Romy had left them alone, neither of them willing to let go of the other.
FGHP
Romy made her way downstairs, her mind abuzz with thoughts and yet feeling almost numb from shock; she didn’t know which had thrown her more though, the truth of Harry’s situation or Clayton’s reaction. She had never seen anything like it and knew she had underestimated the bond that the two of them had.
“Romy?” Draco said, noticing the young brunette appear at the bottom of the stairs, staring off into space. He went over to her, getting no reaction as he took her hand in his own, linking their fingers together and tried to get her to look at him. “Romy, come sit down,” he said, leading her over to one of the sofas near the fire where Theo was sitting.
“No, I need to go do research,” Romy said, going to stand back up again.
“No, you need to just let it sink in for a bit,” Theo said, sitting her back down again, Draco taking a seat on her other side.
“The library isn’t even open, Romy,” Draco pointed out. “You can do all the research you like tomorrow, but tonight you just need to take it easy.” He was very worried about her as she seemed to barely be able to hear a word he was saying, let alone process it.
“I have to do something,” Romy said, feeling like she was being pulled in a hundred different directions at once; she wanted to hold onto Harry as tightly as Clayton was, she wanted to learn everything there was to know about unbreakable vows, she wanted to go home.
“No, you have to sit,” Draco said firmly, worried about how Romy was coping. He was rather surprised that she wasn’t still upstairs with Harry and Clayton, but supposed that the two of them needed a little time alone.
“I don’t want Harry to die,” Romy said, looking Draco in the eye. She was scared but felt kind of numb; she wanted to do something to help but had no idea what. Her first instinct was to delve into her books but she honestly wouldn’t even know where to start.
“None of us do,” Theo said sympathetically. He was worried for his friend, so he couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this was hurting Romy and Clayton. The three of them were as close as friends could be without actually being related.
“Stupid, stupid boy!” Romy said furiously, shaking her head and resting it in her hands. She furiously brushed away the tears from her eyes, trying to keep herself from starting crying all over again.
“Yes he is,” Draco agreed without hesitation. “Did he say anything more, about why?” he asked, struggling to understand why Harry would make such a dangerous decision. He wanted to know because he wanted to help, he wanted to make sure Harry survived this just as much as Romy did.
“I have to research those vows, the unbreakable ones, there has to be a loophole, he’s fifteen…” Romy rambled, drying get more tears, that wouldn’t stop coming, from her eyes.
“There won’t be a loophole,” Theo stated; he wished he could have told her otherwise, but that would have been giving her false hope, something that would help nobody. They were called unbreakable for a reason.
“There has to be…” Romy insisted. She couldn’t just accept that if Harry failed he would die; she couldn’t just go on living knowing her pack brother was trapped by magic this way, his own life on the line should he not do everything demanded of him by the headmaster.
“There won’t be,” Draco reaffirmed. “But we can still help him. What does he have to do?” he asked her. That was the only way Harry was getting through this alive, and Draco found himself more determined than ever to help Harry do what he needed to do.
“Do anything and everything to destroy Voldemort including every fragment of his soul,” Romy admitted quietly.
“Wow… that’s… a lot,” Theo said hesitantly, wondering if it was even possible for Harry to do that and get out alive anyway. He also had some questions regarding what she meant by every fragment of his soul, but he felt those could wait for another less stressful day.
“I say we start by getting this prophecy and we go from there. Nothing is going to happen to Harry,” Draco said firmly. He had no idea what Romy meant by every fragment of his soul, but they would start with the prophecy and figure the rest out as they went.
Harry would explain the rest when he was able and willing. None of them were going to let Harry face this alone, not any more. They were friends and that wasn’t going to change; that meant they were going to stick together until the very end, no matter what that entailed.
FGHP
Clayton and Harry held onto each other for an hour, neither wanting to let go as they cried and tried to comfort each other, but eventually needs started to win out.
"Clay, I really need to go pee," Harry said, not wanting to ruin the moment between them but if he didn’t he was sure that his bladder was going to explode.
"I don't care," Clayton growled, holding onto Harry tighter, having loosened his grip over the last hour. He and Harry had never been this honest about how they felt about each other and he felt emotionally drained and raw.
"Like, really, really need to go pee," Harry said apologetically; he didn’t really want to let go of Clayton either, but he thought that pissing all over his best friend was not really how he wanted to break the moment.
"I don't care,” Clayton said stubbornly, “piss on the floor if you have to, I am not letting go. He didn’t want to be separated from Harry yet and his inner wolf was even more determined not to let go of Harry.
"You can come with me if you really must, but I am not pissing next to Draco's bed,” Harry said with a slightly choked chuckle. “He is already mad at me and would kick my arse."
"You would deserve it," Clay said bitterly. Just because he was refusing to hit his friend over this didn’t meant that he didn’t think Harry would have earned it if someone else decided to. He was fairly sure that Fenrir was going to take Harry to hand when he found out.
"I know," Harry said, resting his head against Clay’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he said again, he would happily apologise until he was blue in the face if he thought that it would help any.
“Are you just going to keep apologising every five minutes for the rest of your life?” Clayton asked, realising quite bitterly that the rest of Harry’s life might not be as long as they thought.
“If that’s what it takes for us to be okay again,” Harry said sadly, as his bladder gave him a painful reminder that it was still full. He didn’t care, being this close to Clayton was much more important.
“We’re already okay, Harry,” Clayton said with a sigh, nuzzling his nose into Harry’s hair and inhaling the scent. It honestly terrified Clay to think that Harry might die; he had never thought about it before, he had known that they were in the middle of the war but until tonight he had never realised that it was a possibility that any of his friends or his family could die.
“You mean that?” Harry asked uncertainly, still clinging to his best friend as if his life depended on it. If he didn’t need to piss so much then he wouldn’t have wanted this moment to end.
“Yeah,” Clayton said simply. He was still hurt, angry and really upset, but he understood what Harry had done, even though he hated it; Harry was still his best friend and that wasn’t going to change.
“You’re going to tell Fenrir aren’t you,” Harry said, obviously worried about how his mate and Alpha was going to react. His concerns were likely well founded, because Fenrir was going to be furious.
“No,” Clayton said with certainty, he had already decided that much. “I’m going to tell my Dad though and ask very nicely that he waits to talk to Fenrir until we’re back at school,” he explained. The last thing he wanted was for either him or Harry to be caught in the firing line when the Alpha found out.
“Thanks,” Harry said quietly. “Can I go to the bathroom now?” he asked hesitantly, not sure how much longer he could actually hold it.
“No,” Clay said bluntly.
“Please, Clay,” Harry pleaded with him, fidgeting uncomfortably, but his friend still held on to him relentlessly.
“No,” Clay repeated stubbornly.
“You have to let me go eventually,” Harry pointed out, loving how protective his best friend was being; it was certainly a huge improvement on being punched by him that was for sure.
“Not till you promise no more stupid shit,” Clayton said with a growl.
“I promise,” Harry said quickly, willing to do or say just about anything so that he could get to the bathroom before his bladder exploded.
“Liar,” Clay accused, realising that Harry was just saying it to get out of the embrace; however, Clayton was enjoying making his friend suffer a little too much to just let him go. Harry deserved to suffer right now, in Clay’s mind.
“No more stupid shit without you right by my side?” Harry tried to bargain. He didn’t really want to lie to Clayton and given they had plans to break into the Ministry in the near future, he couldn’t really promise that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Including Clayton in all the inevitable stupid things, that was possible, probably even preferable.
“Promise?” Clay asked with heavy suspicion, still not releasing his hold on his best friend, needing to know that things were going to be different.
“Promise,” Harry agreed quickly, now in quite a bit of pain from his need to pee.
“Okay, you can go pee,” Clay agreed hesitantly, “but if you’re not back in two minutes…”
“You’re coming in to find me?” Harry suggested, interrupting his pack brother, managing to manoeuvre his arm enough to press the palm of his hand to his groin; he really was very desperate to pee now.
“Yes,” Clayton said sternly, releasing Harry enough that he could glare down at his friend. Having Harry in his arms, like he did at that moment, might have been awkward if he could bring himself to care about anything other than the fact that his best friend was right there and safe.
“Does taking a piss really count as doing stupid shit?” Harry asked, a teasing smile on his face. He knew that Clayton was just worried but he was fairly sure that he could go to the bathroom without his life being put at risk.
“Depends…,” Clay said with a scowl, not liking how dismissive Harry was being about the situation. “How much trouble can you get yourself into in a bathroom?”
“I wouldn’t like to consider it,” Harry admitted with a wry smile. He certainly wouldn’t put it passed his luck to end up with something happening to him no matter where he was; though he thought that the Slytherin boy's dorm bathroom should be safe enough.
“Maybe I should just come with you,” Clay said decisively, apparently not agreeing.
“Clay!” Harry said with exasperation. “I’ll be fine, maybe go and find Romy…”
“No, we go together,” Clay said stubbornly. “I’m not leaving you alone any more; I can’t trust that you aren’t going to put your life at risk!”
“Okay, fine, I am actually desperate enough at this point that I really don’t care if you feel the need to watch,” Harry said, fighting his way out of Clay’s arms and getting to his feet. He was practically walking cross-legged as he made his way towards the bathroom. “Oh shush you,” he said as he heard Clay laughing at his ridiculous walk.
FGHP
At almost one in the morning Harry and Clay ventured down into the common room to find the others, all of them past the point of needing to go to bed. The moment that Draco, Theo and Romy saw Harry and Clayton they were on their feet but no one said anything.
Harry went to Romy and enveloped her in a huge bear hug, she wrapped her arms around her pack brother and dissolved once more into tears, sobbing into Harry’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” Harry said regretfully as he held her.
A second later Draco and Theo had surrounded Harry too in a most uncharacteristic show of affection for the werewolves who they had grown so fond of. Harry was touched that they seemed to care about him so much and, as Clayton joined the hug, Harry felt for the first time that he would actually be strong enough to be able to survive this war, something that had never occurred to him before.
FGHP
Narcissa had heard talk around Malfoy Manor that not only had Sirius Black been captured but that he had been given to her sister; she dreaded to think what Bella might do to their cousin. Mostly she tried not to think about it; she had enough to worry about with keeping her son’s safe and staying away from Lucius as much as possible.
However, when she had woken up in the middle of the night to find Lucius in bed beside her, she let her curiosity finally win out. Taking great care, she slipped out of bed and headed across the room; she peered over the edge of Brax’s cot and saw him sleeping peacefully.
Going over to the wardrobe, she pulled on a warm robe over her night clothes, before returning to her sleeping son. Narcissa looked between Brax and the slumbering form of Lucius. She was torn; she could either take Brax out, passed the wards, not knowing who they might meet, or she could leave him in the safely warded room with his highly volatile father.
Neither was ideal, but after a few seconds she gently lifted her second son up into her arms, the four month old sleeping on as she cradled him against her body. At least if he was with her then she could protect him, she figured, and hopefully, given the late hour, they wouldn’t see anyone at all.
Narcissa wasn’t surprised to see the corridors of Malfoy Manor were devoid of life, but rather than making the place feel peaceful, it gave it a sinister air that made the hairs on the back on her neck stand up. Part of her considered just leaving, running away, but that wouldn’t help either of her children in the long run and she was sure, that even if there was no one awake in the house, there would be guards at the doors.
She walked for a while, until she found herself at a door; it was not one she had been through often, despite the many years she had lived in the house. Looking around, to make sure she truly was alone, she shifted Brax into one arm and reached for the door knob with the other.
It felt as though the door should creak ominously or something but, of course, it was perfectly maintained, like everything in the house, and moved silently. Beyond it was a dimly lit staircase made of heavy stone and, taking a deep breath for courage, Narcissa stepped through the doorway and down the stairs.
The dungeon was a fairly large room, with several sectioned off areas; these had thick bars across the entrance ways, making them into gaol cells. Narcissa cradled Brax closer to her body, a hand around his head to shield his eyes, despite knowing he was asleep and could see nothing. She made her way further into the room, and glanced between the bars of the first cell.
A small pretty girl, she couldn’t identify, lay there, completely naked; Narcissa thought her to be around twenty, but it was hard to tell. The girl’s blonde hair was spread across the ground beneath her head, which had only her arms for a pillow and whether asleep or unconscious Narcissa wasn’t sure. She felt sorry for young girl but knew there was nothing she could do to help her.
The next cell was empty but the body chained to the wall of the third one, she recognised easily. It looked as though Sirius had been beaten, badly and repeatedly; his head hung limply on his shoulders, and his arms were pulled up above him. His clothes were little more than torn and ruined rags now and his body had trails of blood all over it, some of which had dripped into now dry puddles on the floor beneath him.
Narcissa could easily believe it to be the work of her sister, though it hurt her to acknowledge it, even in her mind. She would have felt sympathy for anyone Bella got her hands on, but it looked as though her older sister had felt particularly vengeful when dealing with their cousin.
Now that she had confirmed that he was here, Narcissa was at a loss of what to do. She hated that it had come to this, that there were prisoners being held against their will in her home. Sirius had already suffered greatly and yet here he was, suffering all the more. The young blonde girl seemed so young to be involved in this war and yet here she languished, alone.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she turned and left the way she had entered, a slumbering Brax clutched closely to her. She didn’t want to be caught down here, she didn’t want to be locked in one of these cells herself. All she could do was pray for those held here and hope that whatever grand scheme Harry Prince had, it would end their nightmare sooner rather than later.
FGHP
Lunch was a quiet affair that Saturday; the three werewolves were all bitterly hating Dumbledore, who had forbidden them from going home until Sunday afternoon on the basis that it wasn’t fair on the rest of the students who were not allowed to visit home on the weekends.
Most of the students had eaten and gone from the Great Hall already but Harry, Clayton, Romy, Draco and Theo remained behind, the five of them huddled at one end of the Slytherin table, their lunches barely touched in front of them.
The mood had been a little sombre after the previous night's confession but they were all slowly adjusting to the knowledge of what Harry had done and why he had done it. No one really blamed him once he had explained to them about his Dad and how, in return, those he loved would not be harmed. It was something Draco could relate to.
Harry had tried to explain about Horcruxes that morning, telling them that he had to destroy them. He hadn’t described them, only told them what they were and why he had to destroy them. They were another day's problem however; their first hurdle was to get hold of the prophecy.
As Harry had now explained to them how important the prophecy was to him, and to completing the task the vow demanded of him, they were all a little more comfortable with going to get it, despite it being Dumbledore’s suggestion. This one thing was the whole reason Harry was living the life he was and they could all understand his need to get hold of it and hear it for himself.
The only problem that remained was how to get it. Draco had been to the ministry several times with his father; it hadn’t been by choice but he was glad of it now. He had never been to the department of mysteries, given that no-one bar the unspeakables were allowed there, but he knew where it was within the ministry and therefore he would be able to navigate them that far at least.
“The only issue we’re going to have when we get there is the Deatheaters,” Theo said with a frown. “There is no way a load of Deatheaters are going to let us just stroll in and take a prophecy.”
“You think that’s our only problem?” Clay asked with a laugh. “That doesn’t even begin to touch upon the many problems we have.” Harry nodded his agreement; there was no way that this was going to be easy.
“I’d say it is a pretty major one though,” Draco chimed in, thinking that Theo made a good point. “If you think the Carrows are bad… let’s just say they have nothing on my Aunt Bellatrix and some of the others; they won’t hesitate to kill any one of us.”
“Will there even be many of them there in the middle of the night?” Romy questioned; she wouldn’t be surprised if there were one or two around, but thought that is seemed like that most of them would be elsewhere, and with any luck, fast asleep.
“Hopefully not,” Draco said, nodding his agreement, “but we would be stupid not to assume there might be some of them.”
“I agree with Draco,” Harry said with certainty. “We need to plan worst case scenario here.” There were going to be a lot of unknowns and the best they would be able to do was plan for many possible eventualities.
“Fine, then we expect a hundred Deatheaters, all of whom want to kill us,” Clay said dramatically, though he knew that there was a chance that that might not be so far off the mark. “What other problems we having here?”
“Getting there to begin with?” Romy suggested. They had mentioned apparition but she wasn’t sure that it was going to work with four of them and only two knowing how to apparate. Harry was the only one of them who had ever taken someone else side-along and she was rather dubious that even getting to London wouldn’t risk a splinching.
“We’re apparating,” Harry said decisively; he could see no other way that the four of them would get to the Ministry of Magic in London from Scotland. It wasn’t like they could fly, it would take hours and it was time they couldn’t afford to waste. They had to be in and out as quickly as possible. “I’ll take Draco; Clay can take Theo.”
“You can’t apparate in school grounds,” Romy pointed out. She would have hoped that they all knew this by now but she thought it worthwhile pointing it out regardless.
“Then we go down to Hogsmeade on foot and apparate from there. Who is really going to be about to stop us in the middle of the night?” Harry asked with a shrug, not really seeing the problem with taking a moonlight stroll into the wizarding village. The only one who was likely to be hanging around was Filch and to avoid him they just had to get outside of the castle. He knew Dumbledore wouldn’t try to stop him at least.
“This is going to end badly,” Romy groaned, her head flopping forward to rest on her hands and the table. There was no way that she could see this ending well for any of them. The only reason she had agreed to help was because she knew that there was nothing she could do or say to persuade Harry that this was a very bad idea. Without her help they were all likely to get into a lot of trouble.
“Once we’re inside I can get us to where we need to be,” Draco told them, smiling gently in amusement at Romy’s obvious exasperation. “But once we’re there that is where my knowledge of the ministry ends I’m afraid,” he said, turning to Harry, hoping that he had some kind of plan from that point.
“That is going to be our main problem,” Harry said with a grimace. The trouble was that he couldn’t see any way of dealing with the issue either.
“How big can the department of mysteries actually be?” Theo asked with a shrug, thinking that surely they would be able to play that part by ear if they had already managed to actually get inside. The unspeakables would have gone home from work by then and surely they would just be able to take their time to find what they were looking for.
“You are kidding right,” Draco said, frowning at his friend. “A man my Dad knew, Rookwood, he’s an unspeakable; from the way he used to brag about that place, we could get lost in there for a lifetime.”
“Well at least if we do get lost in there, someone is bound to notice that Harry isn’t in the castle any more,” Clay pointed out. Harry was far too important to too many people for them to not come looking for him. “Though, my betting is that Fenrir will find out before the teachers, he’d damn well storm the place,” he added with a wry smile; he dreaded to think what the Alpha’s reaction would be if it came to that.
“Which is why he doesn’t get to find out,” Harry said sternly, a very serious expression on his face. “I know you have to tell him about the vow, or at least get your Dad to,” he went on, “but not this… I need this and he wouldn’t understand.”
“I don’t like not telling anyone before we go,” Romy said, biting her lip in concern; there were many things about this idea that she didn’t like, but not having a backup plan seemed like a major oversight in her opinion.
“Dumbledore knows,” Harry pointed out, sure that the headmaster would do everything to get him back, simply because he seemed to need him to win his stupid war.
“And you’re staying behind too,” Clay added with a pointed look at Romy. He was more than a little relieved that his pack sister had opted to stay behind; at least he believed she would be relatively safe in Hogwarts. “So if we’re not back you can sound the alarm.”
“It’ll be fine,” Harry assured her. “If I thought it was dangerous I wouldn’t get these boneheads to come with me,” he added with a grin, gesturing to his three friends.
“You’d just go and do it yourself?” Theo asked incredulously, looking at Harry as though he had lost his mind.
“That’s exactly what he’d do,” Clay growled in annoyance. He hated that Harry was pretty much admitting this much to them. The idea of Harry putting his life of on the line yet again was not sitting well with him.
“Seriously?” Draco said with a roll of his eyes. He could well believe it of Harry, but it still sounded completely insane; it sounded mad when it was all four of them going, for that matter, but at least they would have each other’s backs.
“I wouldn’t want you guys getting hurt,” Harry said with a shrug, looking completely unapologetic. He had no qualms admitting that he valued their lives and wouldn’t have invited them along at all if he didn’t think they could pull it off without getting seriously hurt.
“Look, it doesn’t matter,” Romy said, sitting up again, not wanting to even think about what would likely have happened if Harry had just decided to go it alone. “Harry did tell us and you are going with him,” she said firmly, not wanting them to start an argument.
“So when are we doing this?” Theo asked, not sure whether he would prefer to get this over with or if he wanted time to really prepare; the latter would probably certainly be wiser, he supposed but then he wasn’t sure how patient Harry was going to be in regards to this.
“After the full moon,” Harry said with a shrug; he hadn’t exactly had a date in mind, but it wasn’t as though they were going that night, so that was all he knew.
“Next week then,” Draco suggested, figuring that would give them a little time to work out any other details they might need to clarify.
“Let’s say next Friday,” Harry said, agreeing with that time line. “We’ll leave straight after Quidditch, that way we’re already halfway out of the castle and towards Hogsmeade; I’m sure we could extend practice a couple hours.” Removing the whole need to sneak out of the castle aspect seemed like it might be a good idea.
“I don’t think that’s going to be long enough to prepare,” Romy said with a frown, hoping they would take a little more time to think it through. “Can you at least give me next couple of weeks to do some research? Maybe I can help you figure out where you’re going when you get to the department of mysteries. Please?” she requested, looking between the four boys with a pleading expression.
“Okay, fine,” Harry said with a sigh, unable to deny his pack sister her request when she looked at him like that. From Draco and Clay’s expressions they weren’t about to refuse her either. “Maybe we can learn some defensive spells that might come in handy in the likely event of a Deatheater attack,” he rationalised, figuring that if they were going to put it off longer they might as well use that time to make sure they had a few tricks up their sleeves.
“I probably shouldn’t admit this but I know a few dark magic spells that I could show you,” Draco said a little sheepishly. His father had been showing him all sorts of spells that he wasn’t supposed to know, since before he even had a wand to try them with; he figured this was as good a use for such knowledge as any. “They might come in handy,” he said, when Romy scowled at him.
“Awesome,” Clay said with a grin, turning to look at Draco in surprise. “I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he added with a laugh.
“No, not awesome,” Romy chastised, still glaring at Draco with disapproval.
“Lighten up, Romy, it’ll help and it isn’t like they’re unforgivable or anything,” Theo said, he too, just like Draco, knew a fair few bits of dark magic, though it wasn’t something that he liked to admit. It wasn’t as if he had had much of a choice when it came to learning them.
“Our parents are Deatheaters,” Draco tried to explain, gesturing between himself and Theo, “they taught us dark arts because they thought it was right, not because we wanted to learn it.” He wasn’t sure why he was justifying this to Romy but he felt he had to because he didn’t want her to hate him for knowing what he did.
“Okay, fine,” Romy said unhappily; she didn’t like Draco and Theo messing with such things, let alone her pack brothers. “Just nothing illegal, please. You guys are already breaking into the Ministry of Magic, that is bad enough without adding dark magic to the list,” she pointed out.
“Look on the bright side, Romy,” Clay said flinging an arm around her shoulder, “you’re aiding and abetting, which means if we get caught you’ll be in just as much trouble as us,” he said, smiling broadly.
“Is that really meant to be a bright side, Clayton?” Romy said with heavily disapproval, shrugging off her cousin’s arm.
“Don’t worry, Romy,” Harry said, trying to sound reassuring, not wanting her to be upset over this. “We won’t get caught,” he insisted; that was the whole point of the time to prepare after all.
“Let’s just make sure we plan this properly,” Romy requested, leaning her head on Harry’s shoulder. “No jumping in head first.” She knew her pack brothers well enough to know that was something that they were likely to do.
“Okay, Romy,” Harry said, reaching out and taking her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We will let you do your research and we will be ready; I’m not going to let any of us get hurt, you’ll see.”
FGHP
It was probably predictable, with all the excitement about the full moon and the anticipation of the pups returning to the territory for the evening, but, while Damon and Jenson were working on casting concealment charms on the platforms the Alpha had been building, an argument had broken out between the two of them. Fenrir would, of course, be going to Hogsmeade to collect them, this was not up for discussion, but both Damon and Jenson wanted to go too.
Fenrir, however, wasn’t keen on taking all three of the top pack dominants away from the territory for any length of time. In the end Damon won out as he had remained behind for the trip to Hogsmeade two weekends previously and Jenson had to begrudgingly accept this, no matter how much he disliked it.
Although, this had only been the start of the arguments. Callie had been insistent that if Jenson wasn’t going, then she would be accompanying her brother and Alpha; she had been feeling ill for weeks and finally, the nausea was ebbing a little and she wanted to take the opportunity to get out of the territory for a little while. Predictably, Jenson wasn’t happy that his mate would be going anywhere without him.
While the two of them argued it out, Fenrir waited rather impatiently at the apparition point looking increasingly unhappy at the hold up; Damon and Micha were causing him even more of an irritation as they were kissing and giggling, holding hands and altogether being rather cute, which grated on Fenrir. If his Beta wasn’t bickering with his mate he could already have Harry in his arms and he was slowly losing his patience with them all.
“Callie, Damon, we’re leaving,” Fenrir instructed firmly with annoyance. They would only be gone for long enough to pick up the pups and get back, the couples could work out their issues once he had his little mate back in his arms.
Damon peppered Micha’s face with kisses, while Jenson gave Callie a lecture on staying close to Damon and Fenrir, but when Fenrir growled the two Danes siblings let go of their mates and came to join their Alpha.
“We’ll be back soon,” Damon said reassuringly to Micha, as the submissive rushed forward for one last kiss before they could apparate away.
“Not soon enough,” Micha said cheekily as his hands went round and grasped at his mate’s bum, giving it a firm squeeze that made Damon give off a small yelp. He was both excited and nervous, knowing that Damon intended to tell Clayton the truth about their relationship later that evening; he just hoped that the teenager could accept things as they were because Micha was sure he could never stand to lose Damon.
“Really soon,” Damon promised, pressing one more kiss to Micha’s lips. He was sure that things with Clayton weren’t going to be easy, but he would fight for both his mate and his son; he loved them both too much to lose either.
FGHP
Harry, Romy and Clayton were all but skipping down the stone steps towards Hogsmeade when the time came to meet the rest of the pack. They probably would have been literally skipping but the three of them were all holding hands, which would have made it rather tricky, particularly given Harry’s tendency to be accident prone. All three of them were smiling, happy that they would be going home, even if it was just for the one night.
For early February, with the last remains of slushy snow on the ground, it was actually a rather nice day. The sun was shining down on them, though weakly and providing very little heat but it matched their moods perfectly. Harry was elated at the fact that in a matter of minutes he was going to be back in Fenrir’s arms, with any luck being kissed senseless too.
“It feels like so long since we were at home,” Clay said his voice laced with excitement. He knew that he would have to talk to his Dad while they were at home, he wanted to know what was going on between him and Micha, not to mention that he had to tell him about the vow Harry had taken, but he wasn’t going to let that ruin the full moon.
“I can’t wait to see my mum!” Romy said; she had been largely concerned with how her mother was doing, she had seemed fine on the Hogsmeade weekend but Callie was a great actress and never one to make a fuss about herself.
“I just want to be at home for a while,” Harry said with a goofy smile on his face. “Still feel like Dumbledore swindled us out of yesterday at home.”
“Let’s not think about him!" Clayton snarled. “Let’s just think about home because that is where we’re going; just past those gates Fenrir will be waiting to take us back to the clearing,”
“Who is that at the gates?” Harry asked squinting a little, seeing a small group of people standing there. He had thought they were meeting the Alpha down in the town, but they didn’t look quite right anyway. “They’re not big enough to be Fen or the others.”
“It looks like…” Clayton said with a frown, squinting too, to try and make out who the people were. That anyone would be standing at the school gates was a little weird, and that they were doing so right as they were heading home was even stranger.
“No, it can’t be,” Romy said, linking her arms though Harry’s and then Clayton’s, pulling them close to either side of her. She had already made the decision that she was done with her biological parents, she had planned to tell them to just leave when they got back after the full moon, and now it seemed that they had decided to come find her, her parents and her brother.
“It’s okay, we will just tell them we don’t have time to talk,” Harry said supportively; it was clear that Romy didn’t want to have to deal with her biological family. They would just walk past them and go find Fen if they had to; the Chester family weren’t likely to stick around once they got sight of the huge Alpha.
“Rosemary,” Jennifer said softly as the three werewolves approached, stretching out her hand towards her daughter. “Come with us, it’s time to go home.”
“No,” Romy said, clinging on to Harry and Clayton even tighter still. “My home isn’t with you any more,” she told them firmly, sick of her mother’s half-hearted attempts to win her back.
“You will do as you’re told!” Adam spat venomously, tired of his daughter’s behaviour. “You are our daughter and you will come with us now,” he insisted angrily. “Unless you want your… friends hurt,” he added, sneering at Romy, barely sparing a glance to Harry and Clayton.
Jake was standing on his father’s left, looking rather smug with himself; Romy wondered what was with the change in attitude, given her brother had been so keen to be rid of her before now. She was about to ask him as much when Clay stepped forward, getting between her and the Chester family.
“How are you going to hurt us?” Clayton asked with a bark like laugh, he certainly wasn’t scared of the infuriating man, or Adam’s evil little brat of a son. “You’re just a muggle! You’re all just muggles,” he added, looking Jennifer and Jake over with disgust. In truth he had no problem with muggles, but these were some of the worst he had ever met.
“Why do you even care what happens to the stupid little girl?” Jake asked stepping forward and getting in Clayton’s face, before leaning around him to smirking at his sister. “My Mum seems to think she is worth something, so why not let her take her home? Maybe she will make a good pet...”
Romy reached out to stop her cousin, knowing how he would react to such words, but Clayton dropped the bag he was carrying, which contained their robes they would need the next day, to the floor and pulled his arm free from Romy’s grip, in one swift movement. Before anyone could do anything about it, he swung his fist at Jake, the sound of the punch accompanied by a sickening crack of broken bone, or at least cartilage.
“She is worth everything to us and more,” Clay said angrily as he watched the muggle boy fall to the ground, hitting it hard, leaning over him as blood began to pour from Jake’s nose.
“Clayton!” Romy gasped, Harry holding onto her as she took in the sight of Jake sprawled in the dirt, whining in pain as he tried to stem the bleeding with his hands. Clayton making another step forward to continue to hit the boy.
“Stay away from my son, you monster,” Adam bellowed, stepping forward and pushing Clayton back as the young dominant werewolf went to attack Jake once more. Jennifer was crying quietly, as she fell to her knees next to her son, trying to help and protect Jake.
“We won’t let you hurt him,” Jennifer insisted, helping Jake to sit up, wrapping him up in her arms before she glared at her daughter and the other two werewolves.
“Clayton,” Romy said quietly, tugging on the back of her cousin’s jumper, when he pushed at Adam, trying to get past him, though at this point Clayton wasn’t going to care who he punched; he was so infuriated that any of them would dare insult Romy right in front of them and not expect consequences.
“Like you could stop us,” Harry scoffed, returning Jennifer’s glare full force. He didn’t feel any particular desire to fight them but he knew who had the upper hand; the three muggles really didn’t stand a chance against three werewolves, who had been trained to fight and knew a fair amount of magic between them. He knew that Romy had no love for these people but it would still pain her to see them suffer, her heart was too pure to feel pleasure in their pain.
“Perhaps not,” an unknown voice said from behind them; he sounded smug and almost amused. The three werewolves turned in time to see a tall man step out from the trees nearby, a smug expression on his rugged face. “But I think we could,” he said with a sneer upon his lips. He had dark eyes, which flickered between them, and almost black hair that was cropped short; his pale skin was only visible on his face, the rest of his body hidden beneath black robes and gloves, a strange red insignia embroidered on the front.
A woman, just a little shorter than the unknown man and wearing the same kind of robes, stepped up next to him, a look of rage in her blue eyes, her brown hair pulled back tightly into a bun at the back of her head, giving her a fiercely stern look that could rival McGonagall’s.
“Who the fuck are you?” Clay asked with a look of disdain as a third man stepped out from the trees the other side of the gate from the others. With the three strangers almost surrounding them, Clay stepped away from Adam towards Harry and Romy, so that the three of them were huddled together, protecting one another as best they could.
There was no doubt that these three strangers were clearly working together, given their matching uniforms; and they were probably dangerous given the way that they were looking at the three young werewolves as though they were trophies to be stuffed and mounted on a wall.
“These people are going to help you, Rosemary,” Jennifer said calmly, a look of pain in her eyes from her position on the floor where she was still cradling Jake close to her. The muggle teenager was making a lot of fuss, more than was really needed from the injury he had. “Dumbledore introduced us to them, and we all just want to help you. Now come away from those boys and we can put an end to all this nonsense.”
“Should have known that this was that damned headmaster’s meddling,” Harry gripped under his breath, holding on to Clay to stop him acting rashly and going after any of the Chester’s again or the strangers, who they knew nothing about. “Romy isn’t going anywhere except home with us.”
“Get them!” Jake shouted at the newcomers, gesturing to Harry, Romy and Clayton. He was somehow managing to struggle back on to his feet now, though he was staying close to his mother, watching the display with something between interest and anger.
“Aren’t you supposed to deal with werewolves,” Adam said to one of the three strangers who was clearly leading this little ambush, going over to his wife and son, wanting to keep them safe from the beasts that had ruined his little girl and broken his wife’s heart by snatching Rosemary from their family.
“Just leave, please,” Romy said, turning back to look at her biological parents imploringly. She couldn’t understand why they thought that she would go anywhere with them willingly. “Why are you doing this?” she asked tearfully, turning back to the three strangers as she cuddled into Harry’s side. “I am happy where I am!” she insisted. “Leave me alone, leave us alone.”
“You think we are going to let three beasts like you go out into the world, infecting people?” the second man asked with a laugh, clearing thinking the very suggestion was ridiculous. “You’re all going to be coming with us.” The woman nodded her agreement, her arms crossed over his, anger written all over her face.
“Like hell!” Clayton shouted, determined to protect his pack siblings; they wouldn’t go anywhere without a fight. He went to lunge forward, wanting to keep these three uniformed people away from both Harry and Romy at any cost. However, Harry moved too quickly for him, grabbing hold of his best friend and withdrawing his wand, Romy doing the same with hers.
“We just want to go home!” Harry shouted, his wand pointed at the first of the strangers, Romy’s pointed hers at the other man, who was to the other side of them.
“The little beasts think they can fight us,” the woman said dryly, glaring at the three young werewolves. Adam wrapped an arm around Jennifer, moving her further away, not wanting his family caught up in the whole mess; this was the reason he had brought in these people, to deal with the mess Rosemary had caused for them.
“What’s it to you anyway?” Harry demanded to know, keeping his firm hold on Clayton, who looked like he was out for blood. Harry didn’t want to fight these people, but there was no way that he, or his pack siblings, would be going anywhere with them. He didn’t understand why this was happening; these people seemed to want to actually hurt them, possibly capture them, and he had no idea why.
“Your patronus, Harry,” Romy whispered, keeping her voice as quiet as she could, hoping that Harry would hear her and understand. Help was not far away but they weren’t coming because they didn’t know that anything was wrong and they wouldn’t until it was too late unless they did something to alert them.
Caught off guard as she whispered to Harry, Romy was caught completely unaware when the man, whom she had had her wand pointed at, cast the cruciatus curse upon her. The jet of red light hit her squarely in the chest and she went down screaming in agony. Clayton recognised it instantly, having had the Carrows cast it on him and jumped to her defence.
He threw himself at the man who was causing Romy so much pain; Harry pointed his wand in the direction of Hogsmeade and shouted, “Expecto Patronum!” The silvery wolf erupting from his wand and went charging off towards the village in search of Fenrir and whoever else had come to collect them.
Not paying attention to the other two in uniform, Harry looked to his pack siblings needing to make sure that they were alright. Clayton was pinning the man, who had cast the torture curse on Romy, to the ground, pummelling him as best he could, not giving him a chance to fight back. The sound of his fists hitting flesh being drowned out by Jennifer’s hysterical screams of horror at the sight of so much blood and violence.
Harry hurried to Romy’s side, needing to know that she was okay; she was only just managing to sit up, her entire body shaking as she sobbed hysterically. However, that was when Harry felt an arm go around his waist and he cursed his small size as he was lifted easily into the arms of the tall man who had confronted them; he tried to resist but no amount of fighting could help him break free as his panic grew.
“No!” he screamed as he saw the uniformed woman grab at Romy; his pack sister was still trembling from the curse and seemed completely unable to even try to fight back as she was pulled roughly to her feet. With Harry and Romy, the two strangers took off at a run towards the forbidden forest, clearly unconcerned with leaving the third member of their party behind. “Clay,” Harry shouted as he thrashed and kicked against the man that was carrying him; however, none of it seemed to be doing much good.
Romy was in too much shock to put up much of a fight, the woman who had grabbed hold of her dragging her rather roughly along behind her. The young werewolf was struggling to stay on her feet, the muscles in her body protesting after being subjected to such a wicked curse. She stumbled and almost fell several times.
“Let me go!” Harry screamed, thrusting his wand upwards and into the eye of the man who was carrying him. The man screamed as the wand jabbed directly into his eye socket, almost dislodging the eyeball completely.
The shock of this had the man dropping Harry to the ground. Landing rather awkwardly, Harry twisted his left ankle and it gave out under him. He knew that he was injured but he couldn’t feel the pain of it and so struggled back to his feet, shouting a stunning spell at the woman still trying to haul Romy off towards the forest.
However, the moment that he had taken to defend Romy had left him undefended from the man who had grabbed him and the tall man was not happy at having almost lost an eye. As it was the damaged eye was screwed closed and looked to be swelling already. The man brought a fist down, hitting Harry across the face with such force that it sent the young submissive sprawling to the ground.
A strangled yell distracted them all. Clayton was running full out towards them, jumping at the large man who had just hit his best friend, landing on the attacker’s back and digging his nails into the flesh of the man’s neck.
It had almost gone unnoticed that Harry’s spell had hit its target, the woman who had attacked Romy now unconscious, sprawled on the ground where she had fallen straight onto her own face. This had left Romy free to crawl over to Harry, who was feeling a little out of it. Still feeling rather achy herself, she helped him sit up just in time to see Fenrir, Damon and Callie running towards them.
Not four metres away, the Chester family, clearly having seen enough and realising that this had not gone according to plan, were trying to make a getaway. Harry, however, was not going to let that happen. Knowing that his mate and other pack members would help Clayton and Romy, Harry struggled to his feet and staggered towards them, his wand drawn and pointing directly at them.
“Don’t you dare,” Harry shouted at them, “don’t you fucking dare.” He was going to make sure that they paid for their part in this; the Chester family had brought this people there, had set up this whole attack, Harry wanted answers and he was certain that Romy, more than any of them, deserved them.
“What are you going to do, boy?” Adam asked with a laugh, clearly not thinking that Harry could do anything to him, mocking the teenager. Though he still pushed both his son and wife behind himself as Harry came towards them.
“You don’t want to know what I can do,” Harry said with pure anger in his voice as he pointed his wand directly at Jake, smirking. “You shouldn’t have come after us. You should have just left us alone!”
“Harry, don’t,” Romy pleaded, coming up behind him. “They aren’t worth it.” She hated what the Chesters had done to them, but she just wanted them gone, she wanted it over with now. Whatever little remained of the obligation she felt to them was torn to shreds.
“It’s almost time!” they heard Damon shout from somewhere behind them. Harry was vaguely aware that someone was calling his name but he didn’t care; these people had hurt his family, damn near almost killed them and he wanted them to suffer.
“Avada...” However Harry never got the chance to finish the spell as a large hand was clamped over his mouth and a strong arm went around his waist, the scent of Fenrir surrounding him.
“No, little one,” Fenrir said firmly, unwilling to let his mate become a murderer, not even if they deserved to die for what they had done. If Romy wanted them dead then he would rip them limb from limb himself, but he wanted Harry to have no part in it.
“I’ll kill them then!” Clayton yelled, and Harry turned to see his best friend desperately fighting to get free from the hold that Callie and Damon had on him. He wouldn’t use his wand like Harry, he would beat the life from them, just as he had done to the man who had sent the torture curse at Romy and he would enjoy it just as much.
“If you want to survive the night, start running,” Damon shouted at the Chester family. “You don’t have long,” he warned them.
“We have to get home,” Callie said, panic in her voice. She wanted to pull her daughter into her arms and never let go, but she dare not let go of Clayton, knowing that her nephew would kill the Chester family if she did.
"We don't have time,” Fenrir growled out in frustration, glancing up at the full moon above them. At his words the three pups realised how late it had become, how much they had been delayed. Harry turned, with wide eyes to look up at his mate, needing his Alpha to tell them what to do. “Strip, now,” Fenrir barked out, looking between each of his pack members. “We transform here!"

Okay, so admittedly two cliff hangers in a row might be a little mean. But we will update chapter 60 next Wednesday, so at least we aren't leaving you waiting too long. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please spare a moment to leave us your thoughts.
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dragonstar01 - It isn't of course going to be a simple thing for them to beat Dumbledore and/or Voldemort, but I think Harry agrees with you, just wants it done so they can go back home to the pack.
Dhama - I think this chapter actually answers your question. Clayton does have it difficult at times, and there are things that seriously bother him, but he loves Harry (and the rest of the pack) very much and wouldn't leave them. If you mean he feels like he doesn't belong as Hogwarts, he is there for Harry and Romy, and doesn't really care about the actual school at all, but he isn't going anywhere.
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