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The Tribulation of the Blue Moon	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 80600 -:- Recommendations : 14 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Last Time

“Stop struggling Harry, we’re just going to Apparate to the new safe house, that’s all.” Remus tried.

“So why do I have to have my arm torn off for that!”

“To stop you from running, now stay still, stop whining and let’s get a move on! Death Eaters can be roaming around.” Tonks snapped.

“Let. Go!” Harry hissed.

“As soon as we have you in the safe house, then I will, now move.” Moody ordered.

Harry was dragged across the road and he snarled as he almost lost his footing, his arms staying under his babies to protect them from slipping or falling, which was difficult when his one arm was being yanked on, putting his one pup in danger, which raised his hackles and made him growl in fury.

“LET GO OF MY FUCKING ARM!” He shouted as loud as he could.

Then two things happened all at once, he felt a wand tip dig deep into his cheek as Tonks lost her patience with him, her wand tip burning his skin as he tried to close his jaws, only to find her wand in the way so he couldn’t close his mouth properly and he snarled at her angrily, but before he could finish the noise, another, deeper snarl sounded from down the road, drowning his own out and it sent his heart into his throat and made butterflies erupt in his belly. He knew that snarl and he knew it well. Fenrir had found him.

Chapter Six – The Reunions

Harry felt so relieved and exhilarated as he turned to see all ten members of his pack spreading out and moving easily. They had been left alive and they had all come for him and the pups.

“Fenrir!” He called out before a gnarled hand was shoved over his open mouth, pressing so tightly over it that his head was forced back against Moody’s chest and his own lips were pressed hard against his teeth. He tasted blood.

“Let go of him now.” Fenrir demanded, his voice was so gruff and full of tension that Harry shivered again.

Harry was not released and he kicked at Moody’s wooden leg, knowing it was his weak spot. Moody let go of his mouth, but his arm was held even tighter and he let out a soft grunt of pain. Fenrir heard it and started continuously growling.

“Are you deaf?” Fenrir snapped. “Let him the fuck go.”

“I see you taught Harry how to use vulgar language in every sentence.” Remus burst out. “Biting me wasn’t enough; you had to defile Harry too! He’s a child!”

“I wasn’t defiled you stupid fucker and I’m not a child!” Harry snarled at him. “I’ve begged him for sex before; you just don’t seem to want to understand that!”

“You only did that because your hormones were all over the place due to the breeding season!” Remus snapped angrily. “You would never have done such a thing otherwise!”

“Now that is incredibly naïve.” Harry laughed. “I happen to find Fenrir incredibly handsome and sexually attractive. If he had been willing, even without the breeding season I would have tried to fuck him…or rather strike that. I would have tried to get him to fuck me.”

The faces everyone pulled, even the beta males, made Harry chuckle, but the look on Fenrir’s face more than made up for it as he puffed himself up arrogantly.

“Are you hurt?” Fenrir asked him gruffly.

Harry shook his head. “No.”

“We heard you shouting that you were being hurt.”

“This fucker won’t let go of my arm and he’s pinching and dragging me around like a doll, but I’m not hurt.”

Fenrir nodded and stepped forward, several wands pinned on him.

“Don’t step any closer.” Moody growled. “Remus, take Harry and get him away.”

“I don’t want to go away!” Harry yelled, struggling in the direction away from Remus.

“It doesn’t matter how far you take him. I will find him again.” Fenrir threatened. “I’ll kill every single one of you on the way too.”

“We need him to defeat the Dark Lord.” Moody growled.

“I am not a weapon!” Harry screamed. “I’m sixteen, how can I defeat him when a trained Auror like you can’t! I don’t want to be anywhere near him!”

“Good luck with that, Greyback is one of his biggest supporters!” Tonks quipped.

“I haven’t been near that madman since before his downfall fifteen years ago. I distanced myself before he fell and as soon as he did, we went underground so he wouldn’t find us again.” Fenrir growled, but he was looking at Harry hard and Harry looked back, wondering what the calculating, curious look was for. “Give him back to me, now.”

Tonks went to plunge her hands into his baby sling and Harry stopped supporting his one baby to punch her square in the face with all the force he could muster, her lip gave way under his knuckles and blood poured down her chin, even as she flew to the floor.

“If you try to touch my baby again I’ll slit your fucking throat!”

“Is the pup alright?” Fenrir asked lowly.

“I had two, they’re fine. I’d show you but I’m a little held up.”

“That’s not funny.” Fenrir growled.

“It was a little.” Harry smiled.

Fenrir’s mouth twitched and he snorted softly before turning to his pack and nodding. Harry noticed that Jonas and Bryan had slunk off unnoticed in the commotion.

“If any of you move…”

“You won’t do anything to him; you’ve already said that you need him for your own purposes. So I suggest you give him to me or I’ll kill you.”

“We need him, not the spawn he bore, so stay away. Remus, take him.” Moody growled out the order.

Remus seemed not to hear him. He was breathing heavily and his chest was heaving as he glared at Fenrir. This was obviously the first time that Remus had seen Fenrir since he had been attacked as a toddler and he wasn’t enjoying their reunion.

Fenrir noticed the look he was getting and stared back, he seemed to recognise Remus on some level, or maybe he just realised that he was another werewolf, as he gave him the once over and sneered at Remus.

“Your Father should have left you to die. It would have been kinder and less shameful than seeing what a weak runt you grew to be, surviving on that poison you suckle down each month. Harry did they force that poison into you?”

“As if I would have let them.” Harry snorted. “They tried though, ‘just for this one full moon, just once, it’ll help, it’ll make it easier.’” He said in a put on high false voice. “I told them where to shove it, I’m a real werewolf and I don’t need no poison to be able to shift form. They even tried to take my pups from me! Tried telling me I’d hurt or even eat them on the full moon!”

Fenrir let out a sharp laugh and shook his head. “I told you the ignorance of wizards goes deep Harry. They see us as beasts, and of course beasts would eat vulnerable little pups, even our own.”

Fenrir moved forward again, then took another step calmly and evenly and Moody yanked Harry to the one side and Harry curled over his babies to stop anyone from taking them, but Sirius, as Padfoot growled lowly, he was facing away from Fenrir, but as he charged at something behind them, the others reacted too late and Moody was tackled from behind and Harry was almost thrown through the air and he held his babies so tightly he thought he might injure them himself as he tried to twist to land on his back and not his front. He didn’t even hit the floor, he was caught and someone ran with him and passed him straight into familiar arms.

“Apparate! All of you!” Fenrir shouted as jets of red light flew overhead, being shielded by the few pack members who had their wands and knew how to use them.

Fenrir shoved Harry at Loren and the familiar feeling of Apparation washed over him and he was almost sick when they stopped travelling. He knew Fenrir would stay behind to make sure that all of his pack members got away safely, but Harry’s heart was in his throat, what if Fenrir got caught? What if he didn’t come back?

“Pack up!” Grant shouted over the clamouring din of noise. “We need to leave, quickly!”

Loren didn’t let go of Harry, he held him tightly and protectively, his legs splayed, ready to run at a moment’s notice, his body tense, but loose.

“We’ve been here before.” Loren laughed nervously. “I didn’t do such a good job then, they caught us by surprise, we were so stupid, we knew there were people stomping around and we still didn’t take more care and they got you from me, but they won’t this time, you or the pups, even if I die to protect you I will get you and the pups to safety first.”

“We’ll all get out of here.” Harry said firmly. “Where is Fenrir?”

“Giving us enough time to pack up and leave. Those people know where this place is, he’s distracting them enough to give us time to pack and go.”

“Will he know where we are?” Harry asked quickly.

Loren nodded. “He knows where we’re going. He, Jonas and Stacey will find us, but we only have a few minutes to get packed and leave. They can’t stall forever.”

“Do we have everything?” Grant yelled getting various nods and grunts.

Loren ran and the pack followed him as they rushed through the forest. They found four black bags and picked those up as well before the sensation of Apparation took over him again and this time when they landed, it was one Apparation too far and his two sons screamed from the uncomfortable travelling.

Loren put him down and Harry scooped them both out of the makeshift sling and cradled them.

“Fuck do they look like the alpha, especially that one.”

“That’s Ulric.”

“Ulric?” Scott snorted. “Way to mark him as a wolf forever.”

“He is a wolf, they both are.”

“You kept them for the full moon?” Bryan asked. “Fenrir was pissed; he thought they would have taken them from you for the full moon at least. Ignorant humans.”

“They wanted to, but like fuck would I let them have my babies.”

“What’s the other one called? Conan? Dolph? Louvel? Zev?”

“Felan.” Harry said with a smile. “It means little wolf and he’s my youngest and smallest.”

Loren snorted and clapped Harry on the back. “Well done on birthing them, our alpha will be so proud when he gets to see them. They’re healthier and more robust than the last lot he had.”

“The three that died in the winter?”

“No, those were years before I was bitten. I’m not even sure if I was born when the alpha had those three pups. No, he had five that were killed by foxes because they were left unprotected, they were a bit sickly too, all small and skinny and they didn’t suckle well. He was starting to think that it was his seed that was making his pups that way, but these two look much healthier and they’re bigger and stronger, so it must have been the bitches at fault, not him.”

Harry smiled and held his calming sons and looked around where he was. It was definitely an abandoned clearing; there were remnants of things left behind, including a rusted knife. This place hadn’t been used in years.

“What is this place?”

“This was our home before we moved on, this is where Fenrir’s five pups were killed and where he beat his bitch to death, he swore he’d never come back here, not with the memories, but we have no choice now, but we’re just meeting here and then staying overnight and then hunting for a new home, the area around here is thick with humans now, they cut down half the forest and built houses on it, so we can’t safely stay here, but overnight should be alright.” Grant explained as he placed a hand on each baby’s head before setting about making the clearing secure.

“I’ll miss the meadow.” Harry sighed. “But safety has to come first.”

It was a tense wait as everyone moved around doing things that needed to be done; none of them saying the obvious, that it had been a while and the other three should have been back. But just when Harry started inwardly panicking, building himself up into a right state, two pops were heard and Fenrir stomped into the clearing with a knocked out Jonas in his arms and Stacey not far behind.

Fenrir dumped Jonas on Grant before pulling Harry and the pups into a tight hug, holding and sniffing at him.

“I’m alright.” Harry said softly as their pack members scarpered and went to go and find things that they needed and to scout the area, leaving Jonas knocked out on the ground.

Fenrir didn’t answer; he let his hands do the talking as he touched every part of Harry and held him tightly to his chest. He only pulled away when a baby squirmed and made a soft sound from Harry’s arms.

He looked at them both, his huge hands hovering over them and Harry snorted, dumping Ulric on him as Felan whined again and he checked on his youngest, who was definitely the whiniest baby of the two.

Harry watched Fenrir with a grin as he cradled Ulric in his one arm, the hand of his other tracing the tiny features of his face, even as Ulric raised a hand to clamp around a thick finger, holding onto it for comfort.

“That one’s the oldest one, Ulric. This one is Felan.”

“I got stuff for them, in those bags, clothes and blankets and things.” Fenrir grunted.

Harry went and dug into them, finding one just filled with bags of nappies and wipes, another full of blankets and another filled with clothes. He dressed his youngest son in the closest fitting things he could find. He didn’t care that it was all stolen, mismatch things, his babies would be warm and that’s all that mattered to him, all he cared about.

Harry swapped a now dressed Felan for a near naked Ulric and dressed his oldest son as Fenrir sniffed and prodded at a whining Felan.

“Why does he make that noise?” Fenrir demanded.

“He always does.” Harry answered. “Unless he’s feeding or sleeping that is and even then he sometimes makes noises in his sleep or around his bottle.”

“Is he alright?” Fenrir grunted.

Harry nodded. “He’s fine. He just likes letting everyone know that he’s alright.”

Fenrir sat down and yanked Harry over to his lap and held him there, Harry in one arm, Felan in the other, Harry holding Ulric.

“I will raise these pups to adulthood, I swear it.” Fenrir told him firmly.

“No. We will. We’ll do it together Fenrir.” Harry told him back as he rested against his alpha, relaxing as the feeling of Fenrir at his back sunk in and he slowly, bit by bit, realised that he was home, that he was back with Fenrir and his pack, he was back where he belonged.

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Lucius Malfoy swallowed as he felt the glare of the Dark Lord on him. Severus had just confirmed that not only had the Order gotten Potter, but had lost him again just as quickly, but not only that, Severus had told them that Potter was not only in league with Greyback, but they’d breeded and had two little beasts as well. They knew now that they had lost Greyback, they had lost the werewolves for this coming war that was on the edge of the horizon.

Lucius controlled his breathing and looked up into brilliant red eyes. He saw the burning anger, the disappointment and his breathing sped without him wanting it too, fear eating through him out of his control.

“You have failed me Lucius.” The Dark Lord breathed softly.

“My Lord. I heard no whisper of this, no hint that Potter was with Greyback.” He tried to explain.

The Dark Lord sneered and Lucius didn’t even see his wand move before he was rolling on the floor, screaming as the Cruciatus curse tore at his nerve endings and contracted his muscles so quickly and powerfully that they started cramping, adding another level of pain that was barely felt under the psychological inflictions of the curse that made him feel like his body was burning and his mind fraying.

Just a handful of minutes later the curse was lifted, but Lucius couldn’t move, his nerves were on fire and his muscles jerked and jumped out of his control. He was just glad that he hadn’t lost control of his bladder or bowels like some of those placed under the Cruciatus curse did, he’d never be able to live with the shame.

He forced himself to sit back in the seat between his Wife and his son, who was wide eyed and grey skinned. He knocked Draco’s knee with his own and gave him a pointed look, despite it being a bit weak due to the torture.

He sat as still as he could, but his body still jumped and twitched and he heard sniggers from further down the table. He’d find whoever it was and put them under the Cruciatus curse and see how still they remained afterwards.

“I want you to hunt Greyback down. I want his worthless pack brought in for questioning; I want Potter and those whelps. I will kill the boy myself, the baby beasts will be used to control Greyback and his pack to join our cause, he will not go unpunished for turning his back on me.” The Dark Lord swore, fingering his wand, which made Lucius flinch uncontrollably.

“My Lord, if I may, how do we find Greyback?” Severus asked carefully. “We were searching for him for two years and found no trace of him. He’s going to be even more cautious now that he has Potter and the whelps back after they’ve just been taken from him.”

“Dumbledore managed to find them.” Rookwood sneered. “I’m sure we will find them now, easily!”

Severus sighed. “Are you volunteering yourself for the job Rookwood? Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix only found Greyback by chance, they were tracking Potter from the very first day that he went missing and they only caught up to him when he stopped moving, presumably when he ran into Greyback’s pack. We have no idea where they would have gone or where they will go to, they could even leave the country, Greyback has connections to the werewolf community all over the world, he could be anywhere Rookwood and now that his…mate and pups have been threatened, what makes you think he’s going to stay in this country for them to be targeted again?”

Rookwood coloured up and blustered before falling silent and looking away. The Dark Lord chuckled silkily.

“What do you suggest we do then Severus? Leave them be to their peaceful family life?”

“Nothing of the sort My Lord. I don’t presume to give you orders, but I would suggest that we draw the boy out, he’s not the same foolish boy he once was, the werewolf genes have changed him, he was easier to anger, quicker to lash out, he was very vulgar and violent, obviously Greyback’s influence coupled with the werewolf genes, but one thing hasn’t changed. He loves that mongrel Black, he was the only one Potter allowed to touch him, the only one he had a pleasant word to say to. We need to lure the boy out with Black and if we can destroy more of the Order in the process, the better.”

The Dark Lord’s grin was wide and fearsome and Lucius held the shiver back through steel will, next to him, Draco failed to suppress his shudder and Lucius knocked his knee into him once again in warning.

“This is why you are sat on my left Severus, you are invaluable to me.” The Dark Lord praised. “I am not without my mercy, I would give Potter the chance to hand himself over peacefully and I will let his mongrel of a godfather go without any further harm.”

“We’re lucky that Greyback left the mutt alive.” Severus said. “I was not there on the day they tried to move Potter, but Greyback had somehow found them and from what I can gather, the Aurors Moody and Tonks were being particularly…rough with the boy and the little beasts and it angered Greyback. They got Potter back and they Apparated away immediately after, leaving Greyback and two others to attack the two Aurors, the werewolf Lupin and Black, who was in his animagus form. Lupin was left battered but alive, Black was knocked out, but there wasn’t enough left of Moody or Tonks to make up a single body, Greyback exacted his revenge and displayed his terrifying craving for bloodshed and human flesh at the same time.”

“I’m glad to see the back of that troublesome Auror Moody.” The Dark Lord hissed. “He posed a huge problem for us, perhaps as a reward I’ll let Greyback keep one of his cubs to train up in his place. All that outdoor living cannot be good for a man in his late forties.”

That brought a round of twittering laughter from around the table. Lucius did not join in. Neither did Snape.

“I want you to search every inch of this land and then spread out overseas if you must. I want those beasts found and brought to heel. I will not let Potter remain alive and I will not let Greyback get away with abandoning the cause. I want them found quickly, before the Order can pick up where they left off after they’ve gotten over this huge loss to their ranks.”

There were murmurs of agreement around the table, but no one moved.

“What are you waiting for? GO!” The Dark Lord snapped, sending everyone rushing for the exit. “Not you Draco, I have a special task for you.”

Draco went green and Lucius gave him a worried glance, before almost dragging his Wife out. Their staying would mean worse things for their family. He’d speak to Draco later, but for now, they had to leave, they had to leave their son with the Dark Lord and their worry grew as the door closed loudly and firmly behind them, leaving them in the silent corridor outside the room where the Dark Lord could be doing anything to their only son.

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Fenrir refused to leave Harry alone. This was nothing new as Fenrir often hadn’t left him alone, but the difference was that Harry now didn’t leave Fenrir alone either. If Harry wasn’t within five feet of Fenrir at all times he panicked.

It was so common for the pack to see Fenrir with Harry tucked under his arm that they didn’t bat an eyelid anymore, but Harry couldn’t help it. He fully believed that if Fenrir had been with them at the time of the attack, he never would have been taken, so he didn’t want Fenrir out of his sight.

They had physically reconnected several times in the first night they had been back together, their children sleeping next to them and the pack all around them. Harry found himself completely not bothered by having sex between his sleeping pack mates, not anymore, not since he had been knocked unconscious and held captive. The beta males however did not enjoy the show half as much as they had claimed they would back in their old clearing and groaned and grumbled all night until Jonas finally got agitated enough to demand that they finish already and get some sleep.

They had and after that round they stayed cuddling in each other’s arms, Fenrir still tied to him, the sweat on their bodies still warm, but cooling and the pack had been relieved and just dropping off to sleep again, when Ulric started crying, waking them back up and making them all groan and complain.

“They’re babies!” Harry said tiredly. “They want their bottles.”

The pack was awake and sorting the babies out then as Bryan got his wand out and made up two bottles of milk with the baby powder Fenrir had stolen, adding bottled water before a quick charm boiled it and he shook it thoroughly to mix the boiling water and the milk powder before a simple cooling charm got it to a drinkable temperature and he handed the two bottles to Harry, who tested them on automatic before feeding Ulric, who had built up to a full out cry. The silence had made the pack let out sighs of relief.

“Take the silence while it lasts. They’ll be awake again in three hours for another feed.” Harry warned them and laughed at the dramatic groans and curses that got.

“Can’t we shove him in a den on his own? I’m sure this is the reason we have birthing dens and don’t let them out until the pups are older. You’re not allowed back in the main clearing until the pups sleep through the night.” Scott groused.

Fenrir let out a snort as he fed Felan, mimicking Harry carefully as his other bitches hadn’t allowed him to touch the pups, they had told him that he would be too rough with them until they were older and stronger and with how weak and frail his pups had looked, he had never argued, but Harry had dumped the pups into his arms the moment he had entered the clearing, before he could tell him not too, but Harry seemed wholly unconcerned as he fed Ulric, burped him over one shoulder, before checking his nappy and putting him back into his bed of blankets.

Fenrir watched obsessively as his youngest son, Felan, suckled slowly and calmly as Harry left him holding the baby literally as he fell back asleep with the pack around him. Fenrir almost panicked as he realised he would have to burp the baby on his own. He almost woke Harry back up, but he calmed himself and breathed, putting Felan over his shoulder as he had seen Harry do and patted the tiny back as hard as he dared. It took several minutes before his son let out a soft sound and Fenrir checked him over, checked his nappy before carefully putting the little boy into his own nest of blankets and covering him over. He grinned as he realised that he had just fed and burped his son on his own without help or instruction. He lay down on his side and pulled Harry into his arms; his mate was smiling and looking at him through sleepy eyes.

“I knew you could do it, Daddy.” He said with a grin as he yawned and cuddled in tighter.

Fenrir grinned wider, showing off his teeth and held Harry to his chest tighter, falling asleep feeling accomplished and loved, he found he rather enjoyed the feeling.

All throughout the night, every three hours almost on the dot, the twins woke to cry their hunger to the sky and the pack would all jerk awake to tend to them and feed them, change them if they needed it and then settle back down to sleep again, as a result it was almost midday before they fully woke up and started their day and all of them were still tired and grumpy due to the disrupted sleep.

“I love having you back, but fuck do those little bleeders cry.” Jonas complained as he dragged a dead fawn behind him.

“That is not going to be enough to feed us.” Fenrir grumbled, looking at the little fawn.

“It’s all I could catch, I’m sorry alpha, I’m so tired I only caught this because it got separated and confused.”

Nothing was half so hard as leaving behind their full cache of food they had spent months and months collecting for when they had the pups. Everyone was worried about the lack of food now, they had to eat what they caught and if they couldn’t catch anything or they could only get something meagre like a single fawn, then they would go hungry and if it continued, they would start to starve.

“Right. Jonas, Loren, stay here, the rest of you we’re hunting, we have to re-establish hunting as a pack or we won’t have enough food to see us through to the end of the week. I won’t have us going hungry because of wizards.”

“We could Apparate to our old den and get some of the food we left there.” Nick suggested.

“It’s too dangerous!” Grant growled.

“Those wizards will be watching the place.” Fenrir nodded. “If they are waiting for one of us to go back, they could follow us to this clearing, I won’t take that risk. Get ready to hunt.”

Fenrir clamped Harry’s head between his huge hands and kissed him. “Stay here and keep the pups safe. I won’t be long.”

Harry didn’t like it but he swallowed his selfish thoughts and words and nodded, but he was worried and it was clear to see.

“I’ll be fine, we’re only hunting in this area, we won’t go near the humans or go too far from here. I’ll be back as soon as I can, in that time I want you, Jonas and Loren to eat that scrawny fawn while it’s fresh.”

Harry nodded and kissed Fenrir and held the pups out for a kiss too, which Fenrir indulged, kissing their puckered little mouths before standing up tall and arranging the pack to hunt as much as they could. Harry prayed they brought something down, if he, Loren and Jonas shared the fawn, there would be nothing left, it was too small, so the rest of the pack would go hungry and he knew first hand that not every hunting trip was successful, sometimes they spent all day hunting and had nothing to show for it at the end, but they had their cache to fall back on then, they had nothing here. He had never hated the Order so much before.

He forced himself to eat the meat and he could see Loren and Jonas doing the same, none of them liked eating knowing that their other pack members might have nothing, but Fenrir had all but ordered them to eat it between them, so they did, but it was grudgingly and Harry was almost relieved when Felan whined and he rushed to him to see what he needed. He didn’t need much, he wanted some attention and Harry readily gave it to him, anything so he didn’t have to eat the only food the pack might get.

“Come and eat more.” Jonas ordered and Harry sighed. Jonas was acting alpha as the highest ranked beta while the alpha was away, but Harry was the alpha bitch so he still outranked him, but Jonas would happily tell Fenrir that Harry hadn’t eaten and then Harry would be in trouble with Fenrir, so he went back after settling Felan down and ate some more.

They needn’t have worried as Fenrir came back a few hours later, blood splattered and grinning in that accomplished way he had that he only wore after a successful hunt or after a session sex that had left Harry screaming and writhing and so exhausted he couldn’t move himself without help.

The pack had taken down three deer’s, two stags and another fawn. The three carcasses were put down and Fenrir ordered them to be eaten immediately.

“Gorge yourselves.” He ordered. “We don’t know when our next meal will be and we won’t be staying here long enough to take advantage of preserving any of them. You three, eat.” He grunted at Harry, Loren and Jonas. “A single fawn won’t keep you full for a day, let alone the next few.”

Harry forced himself to eat until his belly was bloated and uncomfortable. It was so distended he looked like he was pregnant again, but half of them looked the same and none of them could move after such a good meal, so they curled up and napped throughout the evening and into the night, Harry only moving to tend to his little sons, who were curled up with him and Fenrir, Ulric on Fenrir’s chest and Felan tucked in the crook of Harry’s neck, Harry himself lying against Fenrir with one large arm around his neck and holding Felan’s tiny hand between finger and thumb.

They were spending one more night here and then they were moving off, but Harry knew why Fenrir was staying here longer than he wanted to. The ghosts and memories that were living here too. Harry had lost sight of his mate that afternoon, before the hunting trip, and he had panicked, scooping up his pups and he had gone to find his missing alpha.

Fenrir had been in a clearing not too far away laying a single wildflower on five different rock piles. Harry knew immediately what they were and he sunk to his knees beside Fenrir and burrowed under his arm.

“Will you tell me about them?” He had asked softly.

“I didn’t think you’d want to know.” Fenrir grunted back. “None of my other bitches did, they wanted to pretend I never had any pups before them.”

“I’m not like them.” Harry said firmly. “Tell me about your pups.”

“These five were my last hope. After my first three died, I didn’t want any more. I couldn’t take the emotions I felt; I’m no good with emotions and feelings. But then I got kicked out of my pack because the alpha was afraid that I’d kill him and take his place and I went down a very dark path after that. I could hunt, so I wasn’t as bad as you were when we found you, but it was the crushing loneliness, I was a pack wolf at heart and I wanted another pack, so I made my own, I dug myself and my pack out from under the Dark Lord’s thumb and when he fell, it was the break I had been waiting for and I got us underground. Four years later I found another bitch and I had these five, three girls and two boys. I made sure to keep them warm after my first three, I protected them night and day, but I had to leave them to hunt, our cache was getting low and we needed some fresh meat, so I gathered up the beta males and went hunting, back then it took all of us to hunt, we’ve gotten better at it since, smarter, but I thought they’d be fine, that was my mistake. They were less sickly than my first three, so I didn’t feel as panicked leaving them with my bitch and everything was fine. I hunted more and everything seemed fine, perfect even, but when I came back after a hunt a few weeks after their birth, I smelt the blood, I ran to them, but it was too late, six foxes were tearing them to pieces, the only good thing was they were already dead, I didn’t hear them crying or screaming, but I saw what remained of them, I saw the blood and the foxes, blood covered and swallowing pieces of my pups, an easy meal for them, five defenceless, vulnerable babies. I killed those foxes, every last one and then I went and hunted down my bitch and I…I beat her to death when I found her bathing herself in the river, when I realised that she had left my pups alone and unprotected just so she could wash a bit of dirt off her worthless skin.”

“You did nothing wrong.” Harry told him, his heart in his throat, he had never heard Fenrir so defeated, so lost. “She left them alone, not you. I would have done worse than beat her to death if those had been my babies.” He would have torn her to pieces himself if he had been forced to come home to see scavengers tearing apart and eating his little pups. The pups that she had foolishly and selfishly left alone.

“It wasn’t the first time she had left them alone.” Fenrir said bitterly. “The warning signs were all there. I should have left someone behind, but I didn’t…to my knowledge she had never left them alone when no other pack member was there, only when one of the betas was with her to take over when she got up and left, but I should have left someone behind.”

“You needed to hunt, you needed to eat.” Harry said.

“If I had only left one member of my pack behind.” Fenrir said, trying to find something to blame himself for.

“You needed them to hunt. You said yourself it took all of you to bring something down and we all know that you wouldn’t have caught anything today if you hadn’t taken as many pack members as you did and we needed the food and I’m sure you needed it just as much back then.”

Fenrir sighed and held Harry against him, looking at the five piles of rocks. Harry left him alone for long minutes, letting him think, but not too much, before he broke the silence with another question.

“What about your first three?” He coaxed.

“Three little boys, they were so sickly I was surprised they survived the birth, they died a few months later, when November hit us cold and hard. I killed that bitch when she attacked me and blamed me for not stealing enough blankets for them.”

“Is that why you went overboard on the blankets?” Harry asked. “One of those black bags was filled with just blankets.”

“I wanted to be sure.” Fenrir said a bit embarrassed.

“They’ll be fine.” Harry said, pushing Felan at Fenrir. “These two are my pride and joy. I won’t let anything happen to them.”

“You and them have turned my life around. I don’t think I could bear to lose another pup, or another bitch.”

“Good, because we’re not going anywhere.” Harry grinned, leaning forward and pecking Fenrir’s lips.

Fenrir almost crushed him to his chest and buried his head in Harry’s hair.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere.” Fenrir rumbled deeply. “I’ll protect you; I won’t leave you alone like I did before, only for hunting and then I’ll leave pack behind for you and the pups. I won’t let them take you again.”

“I’m not in labour this time around.” Harry joked. “And I have a wand now, but I hated that you went away, I know why you did, but I don’t like you being away from me.”

Fenrir scooped him into his arms, tiny twins and all, and stood, carrying them back to the pack.

“I won’t leave you again, I’ll protect you from everything, especially the wizards, they won’t get their grubby hands on you again. Not while I still draw breath.”

Harry smiled as he remembered that talk with Fenrir, the pack had gone hunting not too long after that and now he fell asleep with that conversation still in his mind and he held Fenrir tighter. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt Fenrir, not even Fenrir’s past memories and ghosts.

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The Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, ground his teeth together as one of his best Auror’s reported that one of their retired, but active Auror’s, Alastor Moody, and his protégé, Nymphadora Tonks, had been killed looking into a false lead about Black.

The news got worse as it seemed that no one knew how long they had been lying in the middle of London before they had been identified and several witness statements had been taken and a man vaguely describing Fenrir Greyback had been identified as the attacker.

“Fenrir Greyback, hiding in central London!” He raged as he paced his office. “We have been scouring the far corners of the Earth and he was in London all this time!”

“No one thought he would be in London, Minister.” Shacklebolt said slowly and deeply.

“Well he was!” He shouted at the Auror. “Where is he now?”

“We don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?! He has just killed two of our best Aurors!”

“They were called to another tip off about Black, it turned out to be another lead around and Black wasn’t peering through some woman’s window, or picking through her dustbins, but they did run into Greyback and from what witness’ say Moody confronted him and tried to subdue him, but Greyback wasn’t prepared to come quietly and he attacked them physically and tore them to pieces.”

“How was this allowed to happen?!” He shouted at the Auror.

“Greyback seems to have gotten stronger and more vicious as he’s aged. He’s also more bitter and more prejudiced against witches and wizards.”

“I want that beast found and brought in to the Ministry for trial! I want him in locked up in Azkaban!”

“He Apparated away, we have no idea where he went or where he could be hiding now.”

“I don’t want to hear excuses! I want that beast found! I want Black found! I want that Potter boy found and brought to trial! I am losing the confidence of the public day by blasted day! As soon as they get wind of Greyback in central London, killing off two of our very best Aurors, that’s it! My job gone! I want these people found and if you can’t do it I’ll find someone who can! Now get out! Go and do your job.”

The Minister lowered himself into his chair and held his face between his hands. This news would ruin him. Moody and Tonks dead, killed by the vile werewolf Greyback, one of their most wanted criminals, in the middle of central, Muggle London. Black continued to evade him and the little beast Potter was nowhere to be found, if he was at all still alive now after nearly two years of living in the wild.

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He had the whole Ministry looking for three people, just three people and so far, not one of them had been brought forward, not even a case of mistaken identity had come forth, there were hundreds of spotting’s and tip offs, but none of them had given even a semi-solid lead to work off of and what’s more, it was one of these false tip offs that had led Moody and Tonks to their deaths by the hands of one of the men they were hunting. He couldn’t believe Alastor Moody had been brought down so easily by Greyback, Moody was one of their legendary Auror’s who never gave up without a fight, yet it seemed Moody hadn’t even gotten to curse or even hex the werewolf before dying. It was embarrassing for the Ministry, embarrassing for him as the Minister.

Rubbing his face he prepared himself for the press conference that would be demanded in a few hours’ time when the Daily Prophet got hold of this story, he needed a solid excuse for why Greyback had been able to kill two trained Aurors without taking a scratch himself. His time in office was numbered and he was afraid that those numbers were rapidly declining. He had to do something to salvage this situation, and to save his job in office without having to resign or go through the humiliation of being voted out of office.

He got howlers most days now, people spitting his name because Potter was still out on the run, people condemning him for sending a hunting party out after a fifteen year old boy despite what he had done to eight perfectly innocent people. This was why the werewolf registry was created! To control these foul half breeds and keep tabs on where they were so that the Ministry could alert those around them that they were living near a werewolf! Yet there were only several names on the registry since its creation and none of them had been offered up willingly.

Unclenching his hands and breathing deeply, Cornelius yanked a sheet of parchment towards him and dipped his quill into the ink pot on his right. Breathing through his nose, he thought about what he wanted to say, how he could alleviate the blame from himself and how he could make this news seem more favourable towards himself so he could weather the backlash that was sure to come from losing two Aurors to Greyback. Whatever way he looked at it, this was going to be hard news to break and the public was not going to like it and there was going to be a state of panic that Greyback was found wandering willy-nilly around central London.

He knew already that he was going to be bombarded with concerns over the children, as Greyback was a notorious child killer. Every single missing child report in London was now going to be linked to Greyback being in the area and that would fall on his shoulders because the public would make sure that weight was there and that he felt it, he was never going to live this down.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and blew out a breath, there was no way to make this situation seem any better, they had lost two Aurors and Greyback had gotten away from right under their very noses. He was ruined.

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They had been walking for days and it took Harry right back to when he had first left Grimmauld Place, the first time around, right after he had been bitten.

He remembered running from cover to cover, trying to avoid humans, it was both easier and harder to do in a pack. They had Apparated around several times and Harry had no idea where they were, he Apparated with Fenrir as he was bitten at a time when he was too young to even learn Apparation and though he was now seventeen, it wasn’t likely that he could just walk into the Ministry for lessons anyway, but Fenrir had said that he’d teach him once they were settled.

The pack slept minimally as they were always on the move, getting just a few hours of sleep between the continuous hunt for food, a new home and between the twins crying every four or five hours for food, after every Apparation and with every wet nappy, more than several of them had pounding headaches.

“We stop here for the night.” Fenrir grunted and the pack just collapsed in the wooded area, falling onto one another and curling up to sleep.

Harry sat down and cradled his unhappy sons gently. They both had jet black hair and baby blue eyes, but Ulric was definitely the larger baby, where Felan was smaller and lighter. Ulric took more of Fenrir’s sharp, striking features, but Felan’s face was softer, smoother like his own, but they both definitely had Fenrir’s strong chin, yet they had both taken his almond shaped eyes.

“Get some sleep.” Fenrir told him.

“They’ll need a feed in ten minutes; I’d rather wait up, feed them quickly before they can wake any of the pack up and then sleep.”

Fenrir grunted and sat behind him, legs on either side of his body, wrapping large arms around his waist and resting that strong chin on his shoulder.

“You don’t need to wait up, I’ve got it.” Harry told him. “You need the sleep.”

“You’ve walked as much as me and you carried the pups too.”

“I remember walking…running sometimes when I was discovered. It was all I did. I never once settled down, it was just endless days and weeks of walking, I never stopped. I walked the shoes and socks right off of my own feet. Just a month or so before I found you, I broke into a house to get food. I was so hungry and I knew the full moon was coming and I couldn’t eat another human, they tasted so bad and settled in my belly wrong for weeks afterwards making me feel constantly sick, I needed a meal I could actually eat. So I broke into this house and I grabbed anything I could, but I was almost caught. I ran and I ran until my legs couldn’t take me any further and I just collapsed. I gorged myself on the food I had stolen and curled up at a base of a tree, right there on the frozen ground and that was my life for a year and a half. Running, always running, too afraid of settling anywhere, I was afraid of everything, so I ran. I ate what I could, when I could, but it was so lonely.”

“You have us now. You have me.” Fenrir told him, pulling him right back against his lap and chest. “You don’t need to be afraid, you shouldn’t be lonely with us and this running will stop once I have us a new territory. Though I do worry for the pups with all this running.”

“They’re okay. I don’t think they know what’s going on at the moment, but I’m obsessive about where their heads and necks are at all times, they won’t be hurt with me.”

Fenrir nosed around his neck and nipped at it. The silence falling around them as the sounds of the pack sleeping just a few feet away filled the night air.

“I know who you are.” Fenrir said softly, breaking the silence and Harry stiffened right up and curled over.

“Who am I?” Harry asked barely above a whisper, the tension thrumming through his voice and body.

“Harry Potter. They were talking about you like you were the only hope to save them from the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord himself said that the only person who can defeat him now is Harry Potter, the boy who had felled him once before. You shouted at them that you weren’t their weapon; they treated you like a mere weapon to defeat the Dark Lord. I’m not stupid, no matter how many people have told you otherwise, I’m not some stupid dog to be kicked to heel, it’s why you keep your scar covered with mud and filth, isn’t it? Even though you let me wash nearly every other part of your body, you wouldn’t let me near your forehead. It’s because that little lightning bolt is under that dried mud, isn’t it?”

Harry licked his lips and swallowing hard he turned to look at Fenrir over his shoulder.

“Yes. I hated being him, I hated being just a weapon to them; I want to be just Harry.”

“You introduced yourself as just Harry when I asked you your name, that second day you were with us.”

“I don’t want to be a weapon, I didn’t know enough magic before I was a werewolf and now I’ve been out of education for almost two years, I’d have graduated last month if I was still in school, but I’m not. I’m here instead, where I damn well belong!”

Harry cowed then and looked up at him through worried, wide eyes.

“Unless…unless you don’t want me anymore.”

Fenrir snorted and yanked his hair, biting at his neck.

“Why would I have risked my pack to save you if I didn’t want you anymore? When they started saying you were the only one to defeat the Dark Lord and you mentioned not being a weapon, things clicked into place then, I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner, but I just didn’t care and I still don’t. You’re mine and I won’t let you go anywhere.”

Harry turned to look at Fenrir and smiled at the burning sincerity he saw in those cobalt blue eyes.

“You mean that?”

Fenrir nodded. “Course I do. You’re my bitch and those are my pups, you ain’t getting away from me now.”

“I don’t want to. I was so worried you’d hate me if you found out.” Harry all but collapsed onto that large chest and felt tears of relief well up in his eyes.

“Are you…are you crying?” Fenrir demanded in disbelief. “The fuck are you crying for?”

Large thumbs brushed the tears away roughly and Harry laughed.

“I’m just so relieved.” He said with a smile, even as more tears fell from his eyes. “I was so worried about telling you all, because you said you were all wizards and then you said you had been with the Dark Lord and I was so worried that even though you weren’t with him anymore that you’d still hate me for being Harry Potter.”

“You’re stupid.” Fenrir snorted and almost crushed him in a hug. “You’re a werewolf, that alone would have saved you from being handed over to anyone, but you’re not just a werewolf, you’re pack, you’re my alpha bitch, course you won’t be handed over to those insane wizards. You’re mine.”

Harry would have hugged him tightly if his arms hadn’t been filled with squirming pup and when the first little whine for food sounded, the two broke apart and set up the bottles for them, feeding them before they could full out cry and wake the sleeping, exhausted pack members.

They were burped and then settled into their blanket cradles in the very centre of the pack pile, for extra warmth and protection. Fenrir carried him to the edge of the clearing and reaffirmed exactly who Harry belonged to and Harry left bite marks all over those broad, thick shoulders and the muscled neck trying to stop his screams and shouts, digging fingernails deep into Fenrir’s back and kicking at him with his jerking, spasaming legs.

Fenrir let out a deep grunt as he spilled inside his body and he swelled within Harry and joined them together for at least the next half an hour. He picked Harry up carefully and stood on wobbly legs, carrying him back over to the pack and worming them between the blanket cradles the twins were in and Jonas’s heavily sleeping body.

“Get some sleep now.” Fenrir rumbled deeply.

“I’ll sleep for the next week after that.” Harry whispered, snuggling into Fenrir and yawning. He was so tired and exhausted now that he was asleep within moments.

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It took them another month to find a decent area to try to settle in. There was nothing in this forest save for ample prey animals, no other predators, and the whole pack was starting to feel the effects of the scarce meals from the non-stop running from one end of Britain to the other, so this forest was perfect as there were several deer herds around them and the very centre of the forest opened into a huge field where their prey was often grazing.

There was a river and two smaller streams, so they had ample water sources and Fenrir had hunted out the most covered clearing near the centre of the forest, the trees around the clearing were so thick and close together that the canopy above was meshed together, which provided a good rain covering, but there was no cave here, no vantage points or shelter.

“This is our new home until such a time when we are threatened again, however long that might take.” He told the males gathered around him. “There will always be at least four pack members in this clearing at any one time, my Pups will always be in this clearing unless I or Harry take them out, no one else is permitted to remove them from this clearing without express permission. We’ll mark boundaries and I want them checked, any sign of humans, we check it out and kill them, we take no chances, no risks, we are not like the arrogant wizards, we need to protect our pack and we need to defend our territory!”

There was a shout of agreement from the riled betas and Harry chuckled as he sat on the floor, changing Ulric from the black bag of stuff they had been carrying with a lot of their other stuff from their home.

“Jonas, me and you are going to mark out territory parameters, the rest of you set up and get some rest, we hunt as soon as we get back.”

“Alpha, should I dig a cache bunker?” Grant asked.

Fenrir looked around and spotted a mud mound that made a very small hill in the landscape. He nodded to it.

“Dig down; it’ll be warmer than the back of a cave in there, so dig down to make it cooler.” Fenrir ordered.

He came to Harry, hunched in front of him and kissed him harshly.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.” He said gruffly. “Get some rest yourself, we’ve been running for a long while.”

Harry nodded. “Be safe and come back soon.”

Fenrir snorted and dragged his head into another kiss, before kissing the two pups and standing back up, stretching until his back cracked.

“I’ll be back soon and then I’ll take you to scent mark over my marks tomorrow, after we’ve eaten.”

“So we’re hunting until we have enough for today and tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“We are, you’re staying here today, I don’t want you running around this forest when we haven’t mapped it, okay?”

Harry sighed, but nodded. He had already known he wouldn’t be part of the hunting party, but he couldn’t help but hope. Not that he minded staying in the clearing with his two sons, he just liked proving that he wasn’t some weakling that needed protecting, even if he would never reach the height or sheer muscle mass of the rest of the pack members.

“You can hunt when I’m sure it’s safe enough for you, I won’t risk your life for mere hunting, though once we’re settled I fully expect you to down a few deer for the pack.”

Harry snorted and smiled then, in a much better mood. “I’ll take down more than a few!” He boasted happily.

Fenrir shoved at his head. “Like fuck you will, you’re my alpha bitch, you won’t get more than me, but I at least want you to get down more than Sidney.”

Harry grinned. “I’ll give you a run for it; you’ll be struggling to catch up to my unbeatable hunting prowess.”

That made Fenrir genuinely laugh and he bent down to knock their heads together, licking over Harry’s mouth.

“We’ll see about that when the time comes, but for now, look after these two and get some rest.”

Harry nodded and watched Fenrir leave with Jonas to scent mark their territory and to map out major areas of the forest, it would take them some months, and a few full moons, to fully map the whole forest to a point where they knew where everything was, but Harry wasn’t worried, after all, who would expect them to have gone to the rural South West?

Loren wandered over to him and sat himself down, exhausted and unhappy, but they were all exhausted and unhappy at the moment, but things were going to get better soon. They had too.

“How are the little monsters?” He asked as he picked up Felan and sniffed at him before cradling him. He wouldn’t hold them if they were dirty.

“Tired, like the rest of us. All that running disturbs their sleep.”

“I’ll bet. Do you want their blankets out?”

Harry nodded. “I’ll do it now.”

“I’ve got it.” Loren said as he handed Felan back to dig out the mass of blankets and the one deer hide that was used to keep the actual blankets off of the forest floors.

Loren set up the blanket cradles in the very centre of the clearing, where Grant and Scott were hefting huge fallen trunks of trees to use as seating.

Harry went over and placed his sons into their cradles and covered them over, tucking them in as he did so, they deserved a restful sleep that wasn’t broken up by being bounced around by running. Hopefully they could get that now that they were settling here.

“They are fucking adorable.” Stacey said as he came to thump Harry on the shoulder. “You’ve given the pack some gorgeous pups to be proud of, but really, you couldn’t have had one girl?”

Harry glared at him, at all of them when they started laughing and hooting.

“Talk to Fenrir about it, he’s the one that determined the sex of the pups, I just provided everything else for them and just so that we’re clear, if any of you touch any of my children, male or female, you won’t live long enough to regret it.” He threatened.

That made them laugh harder and Harry huffed and sat on a tree trunk, watching his little pups sleep, one remaining all wrapped up as Harry had left him, the other worming a little fist out of the blankets to suck on his own knuckles. His expression softened and he smiled at them, his pack were right about one thing, his pups were fucking adorable and he was proud of them and he’d be forever proud of them, nothing could make him love those two little balls of fluff any less.

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A/N: This ficlet may be boosted up to TEN chapters now lovelies, I know at first it was only going to be five, then seven, but now it’s more like ten as I found something else to add to the story plot, but don’t panic, ten chapters of near enough ten thousand words makes for a hundred thousand word story, that’s more than most twenty-five chapter stories in the archives.
For those wanting to see Tonks get her comeuppance, Moody too, don’t worry, it’s in Fenrir’s point of view in the next chapter, it will be marked off as a trigger warning as it will contain graphic and excessive violence and death.

EvilDime: You don’t think the wolves would have noticed someone Apparating in and out of their own territory? They knew they were there at the edge of it, but didn’t want to draw attention, thus danger, to Harry, so they ignored them, if they had stepped one foot into Fenrir’s territory, he would have disposed of them.

The Order were treading carefully because they knew Harry was with a pack and there was a high chance that it was a werewolf pack, they were going in blind, they knew there was a danger and they were treading carefully so that they might actually come out alive. Apparating into an unknown situation is not only stupid, but could have proved lethal.

Thank you to those who left the epic reviews, I loved them all and I enjoyed seeing my story through your points of view, it helps me put everything into perspective and helps me weed out what you don’t like for those things you do like, which makes for an overall better story, so I hope you enjoyed this chapter,

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