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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 6 days until the Fragmented Soul anniversary, and we hope you are as excited to read the anniversary chapter, as we are to give it to you. In the meantime however, we give you chapter 61.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 61 - True Submission
In the aftermath of the punishment, Fenrir had taken Harry into his arms and held him there until he stopped crying; however, before long the submissive was nuzzling into his mate, squirming a little as his erection pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to admit to the fact that when the Alpha had swatted his bum, it had turned him on a little.
His dominant mate’s body was warm and a source of comfort; he didn’t really understand why submitting to his mate had upset and scared him so much, but it had. He hadn’t even really meant to submit, but he had just wanted his mate to hold him and when Fenrir had refused to pick him up, he had felt completely defeated.
It had taken him a while to feel calm again but, now he did, he was finding that being held against his mate’s broad and muscular chest, in his strong arms, was really quite arousing. The two of them had remained in the same patch of the woodland, with Harry in Fenrir's arms; though, from the way that the Alpha was shifting himself occasionally, Harry suspected he was just as turned on.
“You done being a meanie-head now?” Harry asked cheekily, his head still resting on Fenrir’s shoulder. “Can we do something that we will both find more enjoyable?”
“Meanie-head?” Fenrir asked with a frown; it seemed the list of names that his mate could come up with was never ending.
“You smacked me,” Harry said, looking up at Fenrir with a pout. “Though I might not have minded that so much,” he added in a whisper under his breath.
“Little one?” Fenrir said, wondering if he had heard his young mate correctly.
“It was…” Harry paused, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, unable to look at Fenrir as he said this, “it turned me on… a lot.”
“You were not supposed to enjoy it, little one,” the Alpha told him firmly, his brow furrowed in mild annoyance. He didn’t mind that his mate enjoyed the smack, but it did mean he was going to find another way to punish his mate; though he had to admit he had still managed to get the submission from Harry that he had been looking for.
“It wasn’t on purpose,” Harry said, burying his head against Fenrir’s neck. He didn’t really know what to say now that it seemed that his mate wasn’t happy with how being smacked had affected him.
“I know, little one,” Fenrir assured him.
“But you don’t like that it made me feel that way,” Harry said quietly, feeling even more embarrassed and desperately wishing he had just kept his mouth shut about it.
“I do not mind, it only means I will have to find another way to punish you,” Fenrir said with a low growl. He rather liked the idea that Harry had been a little turned on by it, it was certainly something that he wanted to explore with his submissive.
“You could just not punish me,” Harry said hopefully, smiling up at his mate innocently.
“Will you always behave?” Fenrir asked him pointedly, knowing that his mate would be able to make no such promise honestly.
“Well… probably not,” Harry admitted with a giggle, burying his head in the crook of the Alpha’s neck. “I’ll try to though,” he added sitting up in his mate’s arms and grinning at him. “Though, I know you like it when I misbehave sometimes,” he added, trying to reach down between their two bodies to grope at his mate.
“Little one…” Fenrir growled out as Harry’s hand tightened around the hardening length of the Alpha male, hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans.
“What objections do you have now, Wolfie…?” Harry asked with a smirk, continuing to brush his hand against his mate’s groin, despite the awkward angle. “I just want to feel you inside of me,” he added, shifting his hips to press his erection into the Alpha.
Fenrir groaned in arousal; that was an offer he couldn’t refuse and hearing those words from his mate turned him on, his cock already half hard in this jeans. He could also feel how much Harry wanted him, which just made him want his little mate even more.
“I promised to be gentle. I can’t be, not this time,” Fenrir said gruffly, remembering the last time in the Hog's Head. He had said he would be gentle but that wasn’t going to happen, the need to dominant his mate was just too strong.
“I don’t want it to be gentle Fen, I need you,” Harry said as Fenrir let him down, dropping him to his own two feet and kissing him roughly.
“Take off your clothes and lie down,” Fenrir growled. His tone was predatory and sent shivers down Harry’s spine, as the submissive rushed to do as he was told, though not before removing the tube of lube from his jean pocket.
“What?” Harry asked when Fenrir sent him a questioning look as to why he had it in his pocket. “I wanted to be prepared.”
Fenrir said nothing, taking the lube from his mate, pressing his lips to Harry’s, ravishing his mouth and giving the submissive another firm swat to his bum. “Clothes off, now,” the Alpha growled, his erection achingly hard.
Harry moaned into the kiss as the Alpha’s hand landed on his bum for a second time making Harry groan into the kiss. His hand went to the fastening of his jeans, popping them open and pushing them down in a frantic rush, letting them fall to his ankles, stepping out of them as he pulled his jumper over his head, breaking their kiss.
“You too, Wolfie,” Harry said, trying to go for the button to his mate’s trousers, but his hands were quickly and carefully batted away by his dominant mate.
“I’m in charge,” Fenrir growled, taking Harry’s wrists in his hands and pushing on them gently until Harry went to his knees, the submissive looking up at him with wide, lust filled eyes. The Fenrir only released his mate when Harry went to undo his trousers, pushing them down on far enough to release his cock and balls.
Harry needed no instruction, his hands going to his mate’s hips, his lips around his mate's erection, taking in as much as he could. The tip hit the back of his throat and he gagged, but Fenrir let him go at his own pace, keeping his hips from thrusting forward, even as he moaned his approval.
Harry was on an absolute high and he couldn’t explain it, submitting to his mate had given him such a rush; he trusted his mate and, despite it having scared him a little, submitting so completely had freed him almost. He circled his tongue around the sensitive tip of his mate's cock, savouring the taste, salty pre-cum leaking onto his tongue.
Bobbing his head, Harry hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, causing the Alpha male to groan in appreciation as large hands tangled themselves into dark raven hair, but they didn’t tug, the gesture was entirely affectionate and encouraging.
This big, brutish man was his; grumpy, sullen and bad tempered as he was, Fenrir Greyback belonged to Harry and vice versa. It had taken submitting to him so completely to make Harry realise this and he was determined to enjoy every minute because being dominated like this gave him a confidence he didn’t know that he had had. He didn't have to think about any of it, he just knew that this was what both he and his mate wanted and that was all he needed to know.
“Enough,” Fenrir growled and, when Harry didn’t pull back at once, the Alpha took a firm grip at the back of his mate’s neck and instantly, the submissive obeyed.
“Sorry,” Harry murmured, smiling cheekily up at his mate, “I can’t get enough of tasting you.” It made Fenrir’s balls tighten as he heard how raspy his mate’s voice had become from having a large cock down his throat.
“On all fours,” Fenrir commanded and he didn’t miss the look of arousal that Harry gave him before obeying. The Alpha leaned over Harry’s back, giving a swat to the arse presented to him. “You enjoy taking orders,” Fenrir said his lips close to Harry’s ear.
“Only from you, like this,” Harry said with a moan, pushing back to try and get more from his mate.
“Mine,” Fenrir growled with another firm swat to Harry’s rear, his hands rubbing over the reddening cheeks, appreciating them with the slight blush that he had caused, claiming and marking his mate on an entirely new level. Fenrir pressed a hand to the inside of Harry’s thigh and the submissive moved one knee, spreading his legs for his mate.
Pressing kisses down his little mate’s back, Fenrir moved his way down Harry’s body until he reached his pert butt cheeks, parting them gently as he lent down and ran his tongue over the tight ring of muscle. Harry practically screamed with pleasure as he drove himself back on to his mate’s tongue.
The Alpha, however, withdrew, delivering a further smack to his mate’s bum. “Behave,” Fenrir said firmly, now moving his fingers over Harry’s entrance, rubbing over and putting pressure against it but not pushing forward, enjoying teasing his little mate.
“Fen…” Harry moaned, desperate for more; he couldn’t believe how much his mate’s dominance was turning him on.
“No, little one,” Fenrir said, continuing to brush his fingers over Harry’s tight little ring of muscle, “I’m in charge, my pace,” he instructed.
Harry moaned at that, from a combination of being teased and dominated so completely; he leaned his head down, resting it on his forearms. He looked up again, over his shoulder, when he felt the pressure being removed from between his arse cheeks; he had opened his mouth to question why, but his throat went dry at the sight of his mate applying lube to his fingers with deliberate slowness.
“Please,” Harry said, the word falling from his lips before he could stop them. He knew that for all the pleading he did, it wasn’t going to make Fenrir speed up the process, the Alpha was in charge here and there was nothing that Harry could do to speed the process up. Except maybe…
Fenrir’s eyes were keenly on him as Harry reached back, his fingers going to his entrance, pushing one of his own fingers inside before the Alpha could stop him. Fenrir reached forward and took hold of Harry’s wrist; however, the submissive just smirked at the Alpha over his shoulder, bending his wrist to thrust the finger into himself a couple more times before it was removed with a low, possessive growl from his mate.
“My turn, little one,” Fenrir said firmly, his voice a deep growl, pulling Harry’s hand free of his body, giving him a swat to the butt and pressing his own lubed finger deep into his mate’s entrance. “You will behave, little one,” he said, pressing a kiss to the submissive’s lower back.
“Merlin, Fen, please,” Harry moaned, resting his head on his forearms once more. However, the Alpha didn’t move; he held his single digit buried inside his mate, as he rubbed gentle circles onto Harry’s hip with the thumb of his other hand, which was holding him still.
The submissive tried to move against him, tried to reach underneath himself to touch his own hard cock, but the Alpha held him still and knocked Harry’s hands away. He could wait, and, after a few long moments, Harry relaxed, letting Fenrir take complete control.
“Good, little one,” Fenrir said, genuinely proud of his mate, rewarding him by shifting the finger inside him and swiftly adding a second, before holding still once more when Harry tried to push himself back, encouraging the fingers inside him to go deeper.
“No, Fen, please,” Harry begged, frustrated that his mate had stopped once more. “I need… move… please,” he gasped out, unable to believe how aroused he was, how close he was already and his mate only had two fingers inside of him and hadn’t even touched his cock once.
“Calm,” Fenrir said, moving his digits ever so slightly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through the younger man, even the slight movements driving him to distraction. “Let me make you come, little one,” he instructed, waiting for Harry to surrender control to him again.
“Yes, yes, I trust you,” Harry whimpered, holding himself still and letting Fenrir do what he wanted; he knew that his mate would make it feel amazing, he didn’t doubt that, but it was so hard to let his mate control everything they were doing. “I’m all yours,” Harry said, and was rewarded with several thrusts of the fingers buried inside him, making him moan happily.
The only problem with teasing his submissive this much, was that it had Fenrir having to stave off his own orgasm. Hearing the delicious moans coming from the younger man was driving him towards his own climax, and he desperately wanted to avoid coming until he was buried deep within his little mate.
As much as he wanted to keep teaching Harry to behave himself, to submit to him and do as he was told, the Alpha knew that he was going to have to hurry things along or it was going to be over before it had really begun. Besides, Harry was submitting to him so beautifully, so he began to move his fingers inside his mate.
Parting his fingers, Fenrir began to stretch out his mate, preparing him for what came next. The Alpha could see that it was taking his submissive a lot of effort not to move his hips and fuck himself on his fingers. Fenrir could see Harry’s hands itching to grab his own cock and stroke but the teenager behaved, simply moaning and cursing, pleading with him for more.
He slid a third finger into his submissive mate, stretching Harry open, using his other hand to coat his own hard erection with lube. Even the touches of his own hand, as he watched his digits penetrating his mate, were nearly enough to make him come, Harry’s obvious submission making it even harder to hold off his own climax. Stilling his fingers, he closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.
“Please, Fen, please,” Harry begged as the Alpha pulled his digits free of his body and leaned over him. “I want to feel you inside me,” he moaned, holding his trembling body still, making himself accept that this was happening at his mate’s pace, but the waiting, the teasing, it was all driving him to distraction.
“You’ll feel me, little one”, the Alpha promised him, as he lined himself up with his submissive’s entrance, pressing the tip of his erection against it. Harry wanted to press back, to take a small element of control but he didn’t, he feared that Fenrir would just stop if he did; the strength it took him to resist sent a thrill through him.
The Alpha was astounded that Harry didn’t push back when he had got himself into position; it gave him a surge of happiness and pride to see his little mate submitting in such a way, it was beautiful and such a turn on for him.
With one thrust he pushed inside of his mate, easing himself inside, one hand on Harry’s hip, the other reaching down and bringing the teenager's body up so that they were back to chest, Fenrir buried deep inside of the submissive. Harry reached his hands back and held on to his mate’s waist, fingernails digging into flesh at the intensity of it.
Unmoving, Fenrir began to suck and nibble at the mating mark on the nape of the teenager's neck, sending Harry into a mewling wreck, begging for the dominant to move before he was driven over the edge of insanity. However, Fenrir remained still, needing to find an element of control, sure that if he started thrusting then he was going to come and it was just too soon. He had Harry submitting to him beautifully and he didn’t want that to end.
Carefully he pulled himself back a little, before pressing himself back into Harry suddenly with a jerk of his hips. The submissive moaned at the sensation, every nerve on edge; he was pushed ever closer to his climax as the Alpha’s cock filled him so completely, brushing over the bundle of nerves inside him.
With the hand that wasn’t grasping firmly at Harry’s hip, Fenrir reached down under his mate's body, fisting his submissive’s cock in his hand, stroking it in time with each slow, leisurely thrust of his hips. Pleading and screaming for more, it took every ounce of self control Harry had not to move and to allow his mate full control.
Harry was too wired, too close, his balls, pulling up tighter to his body; but each time he thought he was finally there, the Alpha would slow the pace just enough to keep them going. “Please, Fen, I need to come, please let me,” Harry begged as his mate thrust into him, the Alpha’s hand still stroking his erection.
“Little one,” Fenrir said, picking up the pace, determined to bring his mate over the edge before him. “Come now, Harry,” the Alpha instructed, thrusting deep and hard. It didn’t even occur to Harry not to obey and soon his orgasm hit him, his cock pulsing as his arse clenched around Fenrir’s length inside him.
The Alpha thrust in deep, Harry’s obedience and clenching channel pushing him over too, emptying himself inside the submissive’s body. He could already feel his knot beginning to swell, holding him buried deep in his mate, where he wanted to be.
Fenrir lay them down, spooning himself around the submissive, still buried deep inside him, nibbling at the nape of his neck, “So good, little one,” the Alpha said with genuine pride in his tone, making Harry smile happily as he shuffled back even more snugly against his mate.
FGHP
“Shouldn’t we have just burnt him, or tossed him back into their territory?” Clay asked as he headed back into the Clearing with Jenson and Lukas, the latter having gone the other way around the boundary and met up with them.
“And what if it is Tessie’s cousin?” Lukas asked him a little impatiently. They weren’t sure who the dead man was, but he was blond with blue eyes, and they would at least give Tessie the chance to try and identify him. They didn’t want to accidentally burn her cousin, at least not without giving Tessie the chance to say goodbye to him first.
The first thing Clay noticed when they got back to the clearing was that Fenrir and Harry weren’t yet back from wherever they had disappeared off to. Romy, Tessie and Callie were cooking, though the latter had been forced to take a seat and was only helping in the form of giving out instructions.
Damon and Micha were out of bed at least but were sitting with the younger of the two leaning back against the dominant’s chest, sitting between his legs, a huge teddy squished in Micha’s arms. Clayton eyed his Dad with a lot of thought; he couldn’t help but think that he ought to show him that he was alright with Micha and him being in this new relationship.
As weird as he found the idea of them together, he didn’t really have an issue with it; the problem was that his Dad had lied to him, by omission at least; he had deliberately hidden his relationship and Clay still didn’t even know how long for. That was not Micha’s fault however and therefore Clay had no intention of taking it out on the submissive.
Jenson seemed to realise what was going on inside of Clay’s head and managed to grab hold of the young pup before he was able to head over to the fire. “Don’t cause trouble,” the Beta warned with a low growl. He could understand why Clay might be upset but now was not the time to cause a scene, too much else was going on right now.
“I wasn’t planning to,” Clayton said with a smile. “Trust me, I really wasn’t.”
“Okay,” Jenson said with narrowed, suspicious eyes, though letting Clay go. He watched on dubiously as the dominant pup headed off towards the fire, still unsure if it had been a wise move to let him go.
"So…” Clayton said, walking over to the fire and taking a seat close to his Dad and Micha, the two of them looking at him as though they expected him to start yelling at them or something. “Does this mean you're my mummy?" he asked, looking entirely too happy with this prospect, though it was probably more at the chance to tease Micha than anything else.
"No" Micha said drily, a bit taken aback that this was what Clayton wanted to ask them given he had just found out about their relationship. He had been under the impression that he should expect a temper tantrum from how Harry and Damon had been talking about telling Clay; and he couldn't help but feel a little smug that he had been right that they had been underestimating the teenager.
"I have a mummy!" Clay exclaimed with excitement, apparently ignoring the submissive’s response, throwing his arms up in the air and hugging Micha despite the awkward position they were in.
Damon shook his head in amusement as Clay let Micha go, not at all sure what to make of this reaction from his son. Micha looked a little taken aback and even a little apprehensive. Jenson and Lukas were looking at Clay as though he had lost the last of his marbles as they joined them all by the fire, taking seats next to Callie.
"No" Micha repeated, with a scowl. He supposed he should have been happy that Clay seemed to have accepted their relationship but he had no intention of letting anyone call him Mum or Mummy; and from Clayton that was just way too weird, even basically being his step-father was strange.
"I've never had a Mum," Clay said as though speaking to himself and Damon shook his head not even knowing what to say to his son, who was being very silly, even by his standards; he was fairly sure that this teasing of Micha was a good sign of Clay accepting them.
"I don't care... no," Micha insisted, though he was having trouble containing his amusement by this point; though he wasn’t going to let Clay know that.
"But I love you, Mummy," Clay said dramatically, making Romy, Tessie, Lukas, Callie and Damon all laugh. Jenson frowned, not entirely approving of the way that Clay was teasing Micha, particularly given the submissive was recovering for quite severe injuries.
"No" Micha said once more, glaring at Clay, determined to stop this before Clay could make it into a thing. “No one is going to be calling me Mummy,” he said stubbornly, kind of glad that Harry wasn’t there because his fellow submissive would have undoubtedly found this hilarious and been unable to resist joining in.
"Do I not get a brother or sister then?" Clay questioned with an exaggerated sad pout. He hadn’t even thought about the possibility of that happening before that moment, but now he had he thought maybe being a big brother could be fun. He could only imagine the trouble he could cause with a little brother in tow.
There was a heavy silence among the gathered pack members, none of them wanting to say anything about the question that Clay had inadvertently asked. Damon glared at his son for his insensitivity but, with his heart hammering in his chest, he waited, keen to hear what Micha would have to say.
"Maybe," Micha said after a few seconds of thought, deliberately not look at Damon; that was something they hadn't discussed more than in passing; he supposed that one day they might have children together but the prospect was rather frightening. "But I am not being called Mummy," he added stubbornly; he was sure that being pregnant would emasculate him enough without adding in being called that, something he had spent a lifetime trying to avoid.
"You'll always be my Mummy," Clay said firmly, a grin on his face, rather enjoying his teasing.
Micha buried his head in his teddy bear, cuddles. "Why me?" he asked rhetorically, his voice a little muffled by the soft toy, before turning to look at Damon over his shoulder. "That I am not running away right now is proof of how much I love you, don't forget that," he said with a grin.
"I'm surprised you haven't tried to run..." Damon said with a laugh, pressing a chaste kiss to his mate’s lips. "I would have," he added, looking up and glaring lightly at his son.
"I would miss Harry," Micha stated, joining his mate in glaring at Clayton.
"Aww, I would miss you too, Micha," Harry said, from where he was in the Alpha’s arms, the two of them having returned to the clearing while Clay was teasing Micha. The older male submissive turned at smile at his friend, not having noticed the Alpha pair returning; Harry smiled at him supportively in return, as the Alpha took a seat with Harry still in his arms.
"I hope that's not the only reason," Damon whispered in his mate’s ear with mock seriousness, giving Micha a light nip to the neck for his cheekiness.
"He isn't always going to call me that is he?" Micha asked, looking over his shoulder at his mate, and then to Harry with genuine worry on his face; he wasn’t sure he could handle Clay actually calling him Mummy.
"Of course I am, Mummy," Clay said with a nod of his head, thinking that it was going to be far too much fun winding Micha up with this. He supposed this whole relationship that his Dad was now apparently in, might not turn out to be such a bad thing after all.
"With his attention span, he'll forget soon enough," Harry pointed out, sticking his tongue out at his best friend, when Clay looked to him, pretending to be offended, before breaking into a grin.
"Not likely," Clay said happily, turning to wink at Micha. "I have a mummy."
“We need to talk about last night,” Fenrir said, interrupting Clayton’s light hearted teasing before Micha could start talking back again. He was glad that the pup was taking Damon’s new relationship with Micha so well but they had more important things to discuss.
“Do we have to, Fen?” Harry asked softly, cuddling into his mate’s chest. He wasn’t trying to be disobedient but he just didn’t want to talk about it.
“Yes, little one,” the Alpha said firmly. “First; the boundaries?”
“One guy, dead,” Jenson told him. “Thought we should let Tessie take a look at him, see if she knows who he is. It was all clear other than that.”
“And Micha’s pretty sure the strays didn’t attack him last night,” Damon added, his grip around his mate’s waist tightening a little in reassurance.
“Fairly sure my injuries were all thanks to my own clumsiness and panic,” Micha admitted shyly. He didn’t want the others mocking him, and he was grateful that Damon had kept things vague but he thought the others needed a little more detail.
“Fairly sure?” Harry asked, looking to Micha, not only worried for the safety of the territory but also scared that his friend could have been in the hands of the strays.
“Yeah, I don’t remember a lot of last night,” Micha said, flushing red. He hated that he had been so confused that he had got into such a muddle. He was just glad that no one seemed to be making a big deal out of it.
“Probably courtesy of your bump to the head,” Callie said with a pointed look to Micha, which only made the submissive blush harder.
“I just wanted to find Damon, I got… scared,” Micha said, cuddling into Damon more, holding onto cuddles tightly, grateful that he was back in his mate’s arms where he was safe.
“We still don’t have an explanation for why you guys didn’t return,” Lukas said stiffly, glaring at Fenrir with a venom that no one was used to from him.
“We were cornered by my biological parents,” Romy said softly from where she had settled in between her parents, holding her Mum’s hand. She needed the support and strangely she felt as if she needed Clayton; she put it down to the way he had protected her the evening before.
“Who seemed to have made some rather unpleasant friends,” Harry added with a scowl.
“You were attacked?” Lukas asked, the anger ebbing a little but he still wasn’t happy that they had been left to fend for themselves.
“Yeah, and I swear I have seen the uniform they were wearing somewhere before,” Damon said with a frown. It had seemed so familiar and he didn’t like the thought that he had seen it before. Whoever those people were, they were bad news.
“Well whoever they were they had no problem using an unforgivable on Romy,” Clay said bitterly and Romy flinched, squeezing her mother’s hand as her cousin told them what had happened to her.
“I’m fine,” Romy insisted, before her Dad could start fretting, but she was surprised to see he was actually smiling in Clay’s direction.
“He told me earlier,” Jenson said, his voice a soft whisper as he spoke to Romy before placing a soft kiss to her temple.
“Yeah, well I dealt with him, but the others snatched Harry and Romy,” Clay told the listening pack. No one thought to question what Clayton meant by he had dealt with them, they all knew the young man’s level of devotion to Romy and even to Harry too, though in a different way.
“As in tried to kidnap them?” Tessie asked, a little shocked at this as she handed out the breakfast, it was a little tricky one handed, however Lukas got to his feet and started to help her the moment that he saw her struggling.
“Yes,” Fenrir stated unhappily. He was mulling over the fact that Damon seemed to have recognised the uniform the men had been wearing. It was not something that was familiar to him, not to his knowledge at least.
“They could have killed us, but they picked us both up and ran with us,” Romy said, her hands shaking with the memory of it.
“I managed to jab my wand in the eye of the guy who grabbed me,” Harry explained. “He dropped me and by then Clay was able to come help.”
“Just to clarify,” Lukas said, eyeing Clayton with interest, though he was sure that he already knew the answer, “did you kill him?”
“He hurt Romy,” Clayton said with a shrug; he didn't like what he had had to do, but he would make no apologies for it. “No one hurts Romy.”
“By the time we got there they more or less had it handled,” Callie said, not looking entirely happy that the pups had had to defend themselves again.
“They had it handled?” Tessie asked looking between the three pups with wide, astonished eyes, wondering if she would ever stop underestimating the three of them.
“We were taught by the best,” Romy said, looking at her dad adoringly.
“But by then it was too late to get back here,” Damon explained, nuzzling into Micha. “I wanted to come back so much,” he whispered to his mate.
“I never thought for a second you didn’t,” Micha returned, relishing the feeling of his mate’s arms around him protectively and strangely comforted by his big soft teddy bear.
“I’m sorry I left, I thought you’d be safe. I thought I could trust our Beta wolf to look after you,” Damon said, glaring at Jenson as he spoke.
“If you want to say something, Damon, damn well say it and stop pissing about!” Jenson said, getting to his feet.
“Jenson, no,” Callie said, seeing at once where this was going. The last thing she wanted was for her mate and her brother to start fighting.
“I’m saying that you beat the crap out me to become Beta, because you thought you would be so much better at it than me,” Damon said, freeing his arms from around Micha, despite his mate’s attempts to hold onto him. “But you couldn’t even keep Lukas and two submissive’s safe for one night,” he added, getting to his feet, prying Micha’s hands from him and his mate tried to stop him from standing up.
“If you had more control over your mate I could have done my job properly,” Jenson snarled at him angrily. He was not about to be blamed for what happened, when it was Micha who had completely freaked out and run off. “You coddle him too much, he is as much of a brat as Harry now!”
“Hey!” Harry said unhappily, though he went unnoticed by Jenson and Damon, who were squaring up to one another now, both of their fists clenched.
“Just because someone finally has taken the time to show him how amazing he really is, you are calling him coddled? And you are hardly one to talk, you practically freak out every time Romy and Clayton so much as look at each other,” Damon snapped back, having got to his feet, despite Micha's attempts to stop him.
“Damon, Dad, stop!” Romy said, hating the fact that they were arguing, as both she and her mother stood up, trying to get Jenson's attention.
“Your son will never be good enough for my daughter!" Jenson shouted angrily. "You’ve spoilt him as much as you’re spoiling Micha! I feel sorry for any other children you bring in to this world, they don’t stand a chance!”
“Please don’t fight,” Micha pleaded, getting to his feet, holding cuddles under one arm and pulling on the back of the waistband of Damon’s jeans trying to get his dominant’s attention; however, it seemed that nothing was going to stop the two dominants from fighting, they were both too angry, too stressed and in need of venting their frustrations.
Fenrir got to his feet, Harry still in his arms, worried that his mate might try to join in the fight if he let go. The Alpha wrapped his free arm around Micha’s waist, and lifted the other submissive off his feet, carrying both Harry and Micha over to where Lukas and Tessie were standing, having gotten to their feet too.
“Damn it,” Fenrir cursed, when he looked back towards Damon and Jenson, who were both looking like they were going to start throwing punches any second, only to spot that both Callie, Clayton and Romy were trying to get between them.
“Go!” Harry said firmly, seeing what the Alpha was looking at and Fenrir turned to look at him with suspicion. “I’ve got Micha,” the submissive assured him, wrapping his arms around Micha’s waist, Lukas lending a hand by copying the action. “I’ll stay here, I promise,” Harry said when Fenrir still didn’t move.
The Alpha nodded his approval, his chest swelling with pride at his little mate’s decision to work with him for once. In quick strides he was next to Damon; Romy, who had been trying to keep Damon hitting her father, was the smallest and lightest and he had no trouble picking her up and putting her over his shoulder, despite her cry of protest.
Damon took the chance, now that she wasn’t interfering, to punch Jenson in the jaw; Callie let out a cry of horror and tried to push herself between her brother and her mate, but Fenrir wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away. “Clayton!” Fenrir said sternly, but the teenager was clearly not about to leave his father.
Frustrated that Clayton wasn’t listening to him, Fenrir made a grab for the teenager, Romy still over his shoulder. Jenson lunging forward to punch Damon in retaliation, Fenrir only just pulling Clay out of the firing line in time. However, Callie had ducked around the Alpha and tried to intercede between her mate and her brother and as a result was pushed quite violently to the side.
She fell backwards, landing harshly on the ground, her body already weak from dehydration, exhaustion and malnourishment the fall knocking the wind from her. Jenson and Damon, too involved in their fight to have noticed, simply carried on.
“Mum,” Romy cried out, hitting out at the Alpha’s back in an attempt to have him put her down. However, Fenrir didn’t let her go, taking Clayton by the scruff of the neck and dragging him over to the others.
Harry, fearful for Callie’s safety and seeing that his mate had his hands full with Clayton and Romy, took a deep breath and ran forward. “Lukas, keep hold of Micha!” he shouted as he went to help Callie out of the way of the two fighting dominants.
“HARRY!” Fenrir roared, thinking that his little mate was going to try and separate Jenson and Damon, unable to stop him as he had his hands full with the others.
Instead, what the Alpha saw was his submissive grabbing hold of the disorientated Callie and helping her struggle to her feet and stagger out of the way, just as Jenson managed to knock Damon to the ground. Harry supported Callie under one arm, clearly only just strong enough to do so, until he reached the others, at which point, he sat her down. Fenrir put Romy back on her feet, the youngest pup rushing to her mother’s side to see if she was okay.
“Alpha, we have to do something!” Clayton insisted, looking up at Fenrir, who was maintaining a firm grip on him.
“No,” Fenrir said decisively, frowning as he watched his best friend and his Beta laying into each other. Jenson might have managed to hit Damon hard enough to send him to the ground but Damon was still fighting back hard, giving it his all.
“They might kill each other!” Micha said in a panic, still holding cuddles close as he strained against the hold Lukas had on him, wanting to get to his mate, to help him; even though he was scared of doing so at the same time. The brutality of how the two dominants were going at each other was terrifying.
“They won’t,” Fenrir stated simply, going to his mate, dragging Clayton with him by the nape of the neck and wrapping an arm around Harry’s waist. He gave his little mate a sharp nip to the neck, punishment for running towards the fight instead of staying away as he said he would.
“Fenrir…” Harry said, melting into his mate. He seemed to understand why the Alpha had just done what he had and didn’t lodge any further complaint.
“Stop being all cute and stop them!” Clayton raged, straining against the Alpha’s hold on him. He didn’t want to watch Harry and Fenrir be all couple-y any more than he wanted to watch Jenson and his Dad fighting.
“No, we leave them be, it is needed,” the Alpha said firmly. Tensions in the pack were understandably high given everything that had happened; as Alpha he wouldn’t act against any member of his pack without good reason, but had thankfully found ways to have his mate relieve some of his own stress. Jenson and Damon needed this, he could understand that, even if the pups and submissives couldn’t.
“Fenrir, please,” Micha pleaded. He couldn’t stand to see his mate hurt, not like this. He could smell his mate’s blood and it was making his head spin, the urge to vomit was almost overwhelming. If he wasn’t careful then he was going to have a full blown panic attack judging by how fast his heart was racing.
“How is this needed?” Romy snarled at the Alpha. She was still gathered around her mother, who was struggling to even stay conscious. Clearly her fall had been quite bad and she was already unwell. Tessie had come to her other side, knowing something that the others did not and was trying to check her over subtly without the others realising what she was doing.
“Damon!” Micha shouted as his hands began shaking, his heart pounding violently against his chest as he clung to his teddy bear as though his life depended on it. It felt as if a weight was bearing down upon his chest, making it hard to draw breath. He was all light headed and felt as if he was going to pass out at any minute.
His breathing became harsh and frantic as less air was drawn into his lungs, his chest constricting painfully. He was crying hysterically as he brought his hands up and began to claw at his t-shirt as though it might help relieve the pain in his chest and in his heart. Lukas was holding him upright as his legs became weak, his head spinning as he struggled to breath normally.
“We have to do something,” Harry said, rushing over to Micha, needing to help his fellow submissive before he did himself some damage, “Please Fen, stop them!” Harry couldn’t see what good it was doing to have two out of three of the strongest members of the pack beating on each other.
“If it had been you, I would want revenge,” Fenrir explained, speaking only to Harry as he said this. He looked to Micha though and saw that the submissive had managed to work himself into such a state that it wasn’t going to be easy to calm him down.
“Fen, it’s done! It’s now only hurting us more; Callie is sick, Micha is having a full blown panic attack, you have to stop them!” Harry said firmly, looking to his mate with wide, pleading eyes and Fenrir knew that in this instance Harry was right.
Nodding somewhat reluctantly, Fenrir headed over to where the two dominants were fighting. Looking relieved, Harry turned his attention back to Micha, placing one hand on the older submissive’s chest, the other hand going up to hold Micha’s head, forcing him to look at him.
“Muscles… hurt…” Micha said, between gasps and sobs as Harry and Lukas helped him to sit down, resting his head on top of cuddles as he rocked back and forwards.
“That’s because you are hyperventilating,” Lukas told him. “Take deep breaths,” he instructed, rubbing circles on Micha’s back, as the submissive continued to cry and take rapid breaths. “Deep slow breaths, Micha.”
“Fen is going to stop them,” Harry told him, cuddling into Micha’s side, holding his friend’s hand in support as he glanced over to the two fighting dominants and his mate. Fenrir was deflecting some of their blows and attempting to push them apart.
“Damon… he’s hurt,” Micha said, sobbing, even as he tried to take deeper slower breaths as Lukas was instructing. He hurt, in his heart, and his muscles felt tight, like he couldn’t control them, his head feeling foggy and confused.
“He’ll be okay,” Harry tried to soothe but Micha was shaking his head, his eyes fix on where Jenson was pinning Damon to the ground, trying to punch him, Fenrir still trying to intervene without injuring one of them further.
“My… my fault,” Micha gasped out as he tried desperately to follow what Lukas had said and only take slow deep breaths but it was so hard to do and he had to squeeze Harry’s hand painfully tightly to keep in control of himself.
“It’s not your fault!” Harry said firmly. “If those two idiots want to go at each other it has nothing to do with you!” He was adamant that it wasn’t Micha’s fault. “It isn’t exactly the first time they’ve started beating on each other.”
Harry glanced over his shoulder as the Alpha got tired of his more subtle attempts at stopping the fighting being ignored and finally bodily picked up Jenson and threw him quite forcibly away from Damon. The Beta wolf went flying, Fenrir not having held back, and he landed on his side with a sickening crack.
“ENOUGH!” Fenrir roared and the clearing fell silent. “Damon, deal with your mate,” he instructed, watching his friend scrabble to his feet and head over to the others, before rounding on his Beta and storming towards him.
“Alpha,” Jenson said, getting up onto his knees, but coughing and spitting out some blood in the process. He could easily see that Fenrir's temper was being tested and knew that he needed to make things right quickly, or else he was going to end up fighting a man far more dangerous that Damon.
“I instructed you to stop,” Fenrir said angrily, taking a firm grip on the back of Jenson’s hair and making his Beta look at him, not caring one iota for the wince of pain he gave. He had spent the morning dealing with Harry's disobedience, and he hadn't expected such behaviour from the normally calm and rational Jenson.
“Sorry, Alpha, I… lost my head and…” Jenson tried to explain, but he knew that in truth it was probably mostly just that the whole night had been too much; he had needed an outlet and Damon had been all but asking for it.
“You are my Beta,” Fenrir stated. “You have upset submissives and pups of this pack, and even hurt your own mate” he added, gesturing over towards the rest of their pack, who were gathered together watching with concern, Micha now in Damon’s arms, sobbing hysterically as he clung to his mate, the huge teddy bear squashed between them; Callie was barely conscious next to Romy.
“Callie,” Jenson said softly, an expression of heart-wrenching guilt on his face as he tried to remember what had happened, how his beautiful fragile mate had been hurt, but it was all a blur of anger and rage. “Alpha, please…”
“Go!” Fenrir said. He didn’t want to make anyone in his pack suffer further and it was clear that Jenson had got the message. It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand why they had fought in the first place, even if they had taken it too far.
Not needing to be told twice, Jenson pushed himself to his feet. “Callie!” he said, rushing to his mate's side, as quick as he could given his injured ribs and ankle, which had him limping.
“You did this to her,” Romy yelled the moment her father was close enough to hear her righteous anger. “She’s already sick and then you push her aside as if she’s nothing because fighting Uncle Damon is more important.”
“Don’t speak to me like that, young lady!” Jenson said with a scowl, not appreciating the attitude his daughter was giving him, even though he could admit that this was largely his fault.
“No, don’t you talk to me, Dad. I’m so mad at you right now; just leave me and mum alone!” Romy didn’t want her father anywhere near her or her mum right now. She might of punched him in the face herself given half the chance and, if he didn’t back off right now, that was exactly what she was going to do.
“You’ve been spending far too much time with that boy!” Jenson snapped, looking over to where Clayton was still being held by the scruff of the neck by the Alpha. However, as Jenson turned his head back to Callie and Romy there was a sharp crack and his face started to sting terribly. He was startled for a moment, not knowing what had happened until he realised that Romy, his darling little Romy, who was so sweet and calm, had slapped him.
“That boy has saved me from being hurt more times than I can count this year, so don’t you dare start putting this on Clayton!” Romy raged, glaring at her father hatefully. It was possibly rather fortunate that Callie was unconscious in Romy’s arms at this point, it was doubtful she would have approved of her mate and daughter fighting like this.
“And how many of those situations were you in because of Clayton and Harry in the first place?” Jenson demanded to know; he was seriously starting to question the wisdom of allowing his daughter to attend Hogwarts if she was needing to be protected so often.
“Not a single one,” Romy growled angrily, not going to listen to insinuations against her pack brothers; admittedly a few of those situations had been because she was with Harry and Clay, but none of them had been because of them. “You’re such a bully, just like your brother!" she shouted at her father. "You’re more like him than you want to admit!”
“I am nothing like that monster,” Jenson said quietly, hurt that his daughter would ever say such a thing. He had always been proud of the fact that he was nothing like the monster Gideon had been raised to be; that his mother, unlike Gideon's, had raised him right.
“Yes you are. You hurt mum and, rather than care, you carried on with what you were doing. You might not be as bad as him but you’re still a monster!” Romy hissed, even surprising herself with her words. “Just leave us alone.”
“Just give them some space for a few, Jenson,” Lukas suggested, giving the Beta an apologetic smile; he felt bad for Jenson having to hear such horrible things from Romy but it was clear that the teenage girl was not ready to listen .
“Damon started this," Jenson insisted indigently, gesturing with a wave of his hand towards where Damon was still trying to calm Micha down. "Why isn’t he the one being sent away!?”
“He started it?” Romy asked incredulously, look up at her father with a disbelieving expression. “Seriously? How old are you? Go for a walk, Dad," she said firmly, not able to stand the sight of him at the moment, "before I fail to resist the urge to slap you again.”
“You wouldn’t,” Jenson said, giving his daughter a stern look. He was still a little shocked that Romy had slapped him once, despite how angry she was, but he couldn't believe she would actually do it again.
“Try me,” Romy hissed, glaring at her Dad hatefully, daring him to actually push her when she was so furious with him.
“I didn’t mean for your mother to get hurt,” Jenson said; he was truly regretful that Callie had been hurt and he didn’t really want to leave her now but he was slowly running out of viable options. He had never seen Romy as angry as she was now.
“But she still did,” Romy said harshly. It was all very well and good for her father to feel guilt and regret what he did now but that didn’t take it back. In the heat of the moment he had shown who he was capable of being and it wasn’t a person that Romy liked. Never before had she appreciated the similarities between her Dad and his brother, who had been one of her tormentors when she had been kidnapped.
“I’m sorry,” Jenson said, looking at his daughter, begging silently with her to forgive him but she kept her gaze firm and cold.
“It’s too late for sorry,” Romy said firmly. She really didn’t want to listen to her Dad say that he was sorry. She knew that he was, that he honestly meant it but saying it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference. She knew that she was being harsh but she really didn’t want to deal with his guilt right now.
“Romy…” Jenson started to say, only to be interrupted.
“Just go,” Romy said harshly. She was done listening to him ramble about how sorry he was, how guilty he was feeling. All Romy wanted was to sit with her mother and make sure that she was okay. Callie had passed out during the fight and desperately needed medical attention that ironically only she could give.
With a sigh, Jenson stood up and turned away from the others and walked away from them slowly, limping on his injured leg and clutching at his hurting ribs; it was clear that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with his daughter right now. They all needed a little space to cool down, though it still irked him that Damon wasn’t being sent away too.
Harry watched from his position at Fenrir’s side as the Beta wolf left; he was worried about Romy, but she seemed perfectly content to go back to cuddling into her sleeping mother.
“There isn’t even a fight for me to jump into anymore,” Clayton grumbled as he finally managed to free himself from the Alpha’s firm grip, much to Harry’s amusement. The eldest of the pups quickly headed towards his father. “You okay, Dad?” he asked.
Damon nodded; he had a split lip and a fair few bruises, but nothing that wouldn’t heal quickly. “I’m fine, more worried about Micha,” he said. “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about us before; I didn’t want you to have to deal with this while you were trying to cope with everything at school.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Clay said dismissively, not really wanting to get into a fight with his father over that at the moment, given everything he had just seen. “You okay, Mummy?” he asked instead, smirking at Micha.
“I’ll be fine,” Micha answered quietly, not moving from where he was snuggled in Damon’s arms, against his chest, still feeling rather shaken. “And don’t call me Mummy,” he added as an afterthought.
Harry laughed, turning to look at his mate over his shoulder when he felt Fenrir’s arms squeeze him gently. “You did good, little one,” the Alpha praised, nuzzling into his little mate.
“You did good too, wolfie,” Harry added with a cheeky grin, trying not to show how much the Alpha words had made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach. Maybe behaving wouldn’t be so bad, he realised, not when Fenrir was going to be so nice to him after.
It did nothing to stem the guilt Harry felt when he remembered the vow and his plans to break into the Ministry of Magic; he even momentarily considered telling his mate the truth but was too scared to do so just yet. Behaving was all very well and good, he loved how Fenrir responded to him, but he was painfully and heartbreakingly aware that behaving wouldn’t get him very far in the coming war.
FGHP
The days were blurring together like they had before, during all those years in Azkaban; granted there were no dementors here to wear on his soul, to steal every measure of happiness he had ever felt, but the company of Deatheaters was not much of a step up.
The endless streams of questions about Harry, about Dumbledore, even about Fenrir Greyback, for some reason, left him weary and struggling to remember why he was holding anything back. His cousin Bellatrix was the one who seemed to find the most pleasure it trying to torture his secrets out of him, or at least she was the one who was there, in his cell, most often.
However, she was hardly the only one. The Lestrange brothers had both taken their turns, knives and spells, slicing into him, making him hurt, they weren’t particularly imaginative with their torture though. Nott had enjoyed waiting until he was too exhausted to stay awake and then waking him by pressing small flames against his skin before backing off; he would hold him on the verge of sleep for hours. Crabbe and Goyle were old school, using their fists to try and beat the information out of him.
He had been left there, chained to a wall, alone for the moment, though he hurt too much to sleep thanks to Rodolphus’ fine knife work, the small wounds that littered his body spelled not to heal. Sirius groaned as he heard someone approaching, footsteps on the stairs, getting closer until they stopped a few feet away.
“I have nothing to tell you,” Sirius said, not sure why they were still bothering other than for the pleasure they found in his suffering and he managed to lift his head long enough to glare at the person in front of him.
“Hello, Sirius,” his visitor said, standing there in front of him, hands in his pockets.
“Remus,” Sirius said in little more than a whisper. He couldn’t believe it, his friend, his lover had really come for him. “Quick, get me out of here,” Sirius said, pulling against the chains that held his hands above him.
“I don’t think so,” Remus said calmly, shaking his head slowly. “You deserve this, you know,” he said, walking to one of the walls and leaning against it casually.
“I just wanted to be a family,” Sirius said in a hushed voice, not sure why Remus wasn’t helping him. Surely this was a conversation that they could have later, when they weren’t in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. “You turned Harry against me,” he said, remembering why he was so angry with the man in front of him.
“But we could all be a family, if you would just be good at tell me what you know,” Remus said, pushing off the wall and coming to stand in front of Sirius. “Tell me what Dumbledore is up to, tell me all about Harry, and then we can go home.”
“Yes, yes,” Sirius said desperately. “Dumbledore has a plan, he always has a plan, Remus, like he told us about in his office, you remember. When he told us how he set Neville up to be a hero…”
“That’s right, I’m remembering now,” Remus said, rewarding Sirius by healing one of the cuts in his side. “Keep talking,” he said with a grin.
And Sirius did, his secrets spilled from his lips, desperate to prove himself to his lifelong friend, to prove his willingness to work with his former lover, to earn his freedom. Everything he knew falling from his mouth, each secret earning him a small degree of healing, his grey eyes fixed on Remus as his friend walked around the small cell, nodding to show he was still listening.
“What else?” Remus asked, as Sirius fell quiet.
“That’s all, now we can be a family, you’ll take me home to Harry, right?” Sirius asked, hope on his face.
Remus cast a spell showing him the time and he sighed as though disappointed. “Seems our time is up, maybe another day,” Remus said, turning on the spot and leaving the cell, the barred door slamming closed behind him. “You really have been most helpful, Black,” he said, staring at Sirius through the bars.
“No, Remus!” Sirius yelled, tugging harder at his chains. “You promised.”
“I lied,” Remus said, but even as Sirius looked on the man's features began to change. Remus’ hair paled and grew before his very eyes, he became taller, more slender, until another man stood before him. “Malfoys are such very good liars after all. Good day to you, Black. I do so appreciate your assistance,” Lucius said as he strolled from the dungeon with a smirk on his lips.
FGHP
It had taken Micha more than an hour to calm down enough after his panic attack to be able to let go of his mate. Once he had, Harry talked him into going for a stroll around the edge of the clearing; Damon was using the time to talk to Clayton, which seemed to be going fairly well given that neither of them were shouting at the other yet.
Micha, however, still seemed a little on edge and wouldn’t stray far from Damon. He kept casting the occasional glance over his shoulder as if checking that he was still there. Harry honestly didn’t blame him in the least, he was just glad that he could see Fenrir, who seemed to be having a rather heated discussion with Lukas. Either way, both dominants needed some time to deal with their issues leaving Harry and Micha to fend for themselves.
“So, you and Damon seem extra cuddly,” Harry said, nudging his friend, when Micha glanced towards Damon again. “Or is that just that you don’t have to put on a show in front of Clay now?”
“He took me on a date,” Micha told him, turning to smile at his friend, remembering the great evening that they had had at the funfair.
“As in an actual date?” Harry asked, smothering the flare of jealousy inside him, in favour of being happy for his friend. “Like go out of the territory and spend time together being couple-y kind of date?”
“Yeah, he took me to a funfair,” Micha said, with obvious excitement. “It was so colourful and so much fun, though rather loud,” he said a grin on his face as he remembered all the rides and sugary treats that Damon had bought him.
“I bet you loved that,” Harry said with a laugh, imagining how Micha would have reacted to such a place given he had never spent much times anywhere except living with various werewolf packs. “Damon and my Dad took me and Clay once,” he said, remembering the day that felt like a lifetime ago now. “Dad left early… we never did go again. I think the mistake was giving Clay candy floss,” he added with a chuckle.
“Yeah, that stuff is awesome,” Micha said smiling. “Though if you ask the Alpha nicely I gave him something to give to you but knowing him he probably forgot.”
“I can’t believe you went on a date,” Harry said half to himself. “Was it awesome?” he asked, his curiosity winning out. He knew it wasn’t something he was ever likely to experience; the mental picture his brain conjured of Fenrir at a funfair just seemed completely wrong.
“It was amazing…” Micha said dramatically, before turning to his friend with a serious expression. “Wait, you’ve never been on date have you?” he asked, already sure he knew the answer to that question.
“I’m fifteen and my mate is the grumpiest Alpha alive,” Harry pointed out with a shrug. “What do you think?” He didn’t want to make a thing out of it and he certainly didn’t want to ruin Micha’s happiness with his petty jealousy. Their mates were two very different people and Harry could accept that he and Micha were bound to be treated differently because of that; though that just gave him disturbing images of dating Damon that he hastily pushed from his mind.
“There wasn’t anyone before you came here?” Micha asked curiously; Harry was a good looking young man, it was likely that he could have found someone if he wanted to.
“Nope,” Harry said, shaking his head; he hadn’t really had much interaction with many people at all before he had come to the pack. “It’s always just been grumpy pants, so I must live vicariously through you. Tell me all about it,” he said, wanting to hear all about Micha’s date… well the less intimate parts anyway.
“There was a Ferris wheel and a fun house and spinning tea cups, I didn’t like those so much,” Micha said, talking quickly with his excitement, “the Ferris wheel was brilliant, we went on twice and there was a lot of kissing at the top, Damon even won me a teddy bear, I called it cuddles.”
“Is that that huge thing that you were cuddling earlier?” Harry asked with a laugh, he had been wondering where it came from; he had assumed that it was a gift from Damon at some point, but it made a lot of sense that it was a funfair prize.
“Yeah, I love him so much!” Micha said with a grin.
“The bear or Damon?” Harry asked with a smirk. It was so good to see his fellow submissive so happy, particularly when he remembered how Micha had been just a few months earlier.
“Both!” Micha said with a joyful laugh, relishing in the truth of that. Damon had wormed his way into his heart to completely; he couldn’t resist glancing over at his mate, who was sharing an embrace with his son; it looked like Clay was being far more rational than his father had believed him capable of being. He would try to remember to point that out to Damon later; he had always thought that his mate was underestimating the eldest pup.
“Aww, you’re so cute all loved up!” Harry said, catching the adoring expression on his friend’s face when he looked in Damon’s direction.
“We have to get the Alpha to take you out on a date,” Micha said, turning back to Harry. He was sure he would never forget how happy that day had made him and he wanted that for Harry too.
“Okay, not so cute any more,” Harry said with a scowl, already imagining how well that conversation would go. He was pretty much of the opinion that they had plenty going on in their lives without trying to do the whole dating thing; he and Fenrir were already mated, it was difficult to logically see what the point of trying to go on dates would be.
“You don’t want him to?” Micha asked with a frown, not really understanding why Harry wouldn’t want to go on a date. He hadn’t really seen it before but their relationship had felt as if it was just about sex. It was nice to know that there was more to it than that.
“I don’t think bossy boots is really the date type,” Harry said with a sigh. He really couldn’t imagine Fenrir taking him anywhere that didn’t have a practical purpose. Fenrir just wasn’t the frivolous type and mostly that didn’t bother Harry at all; mostly.
“He would be if you asked him,” Micha said giving Harry a huge smile. He felt a little bad for Harry, he wanted for Fenrir to take Harry out and spoil him a little, the Alpha was far too serious sometimes; most of the time… all of the time.
“Isn’t the whole point that he asks me?” Harry asked with a frown. While he was kind of curious to maybe trying going on a date at some point, if he made it through the war alive, but he wasn’t going to ask the Alpha out, that just felt weird somehow.
“See, now we’re talking,” Micha said with an enthusiastic nod, glad that Harry had at least caught on to that much. “We can drop hints and…”
“Micha, I love you but no,” Harry interrupted; he definitely didn’t want to try and manipulate his mate into taking him on a date. Either Fenrir would take him willingly, because he wanted to, or not at all.
“I don’t care what you say, I am older and therefore wiser and I will get Fenrir to take you on a date,” Micha said happily. He was in too much of a good mood, now that his mind was fixated on the date he and Damon had had, to be dissuaded by Harry on this. He had been through hell today but he wasn’t going to let it bring down his good mood.
“Older yes, wiser… not so much,” Harry teased, receiving a soft glare from his friend for the trouble.
“Okay then, smarty pants,” Micha said with a chuckle, getting the message; he wasn’t going to give up on the idea, wanting his friend to experience a real date, but Harry clearly wasn’t about to be persuaded. “So, what’s been going on at Hogwarts, anything interesting?” Micha asked, changing the subject.
“Not a lot,” Harry said with a grin and a shrug. “You know us, we like the quiet life,” he added, giving his friend a nudge and a wink.
“Oh I bet,” Micha said, laughing along with Harry. He was sure that his friend wouldn’t recognise a quiet life if it hit him in the head. “So come on what are you planning?” he asked, knowing that Harry was bound to be up to something of interest.
“Breaking into the Ministry of Magic, stealing stuff, the usual,” Harry said with amusement; Micha, of course, had no idea just how serious Harry was, not when he sounded so casual, as if he were joking.
“Sounds like fun,” Micha returned with a roll of his eyes, assuming that Harry was just being Harry as there was no way that he could ever be serious about something like that. His fellow submissive might have been a little reckless on occasion but he wasn’t stupid.
“Could be, as long as we don’t happen to bump into anyone who doesn’t fancy being friends,” Harry said, grinning at Micha, glad that his fellow submissive hadn’t taken him seriously.
“Wait, you’re not actually serious are you?” Micha asked, he didn’t think that Harry was but he had to ask, he had to be sure. There was something very specific in the way Harry had said it and he suddenly wasn’t quite so sure that his fellow submissive was joking.
“Do I look like a complete idiot?” Harry asked, a slight twinge of guilt at this, not liking that he was deliberately having to mislead his friend but liking the idea of Micha getting caught up in his mess, or telling Damon or Fenrir, even less.
“Should I answer that honestly?” Micha asked with a smile and a nudge to Harry’s ribs, which made Harry giggle a little.
“Hope you two are behaving yourselves,” Damon said as he approached them, clearly having finished his talk with Clayton.
“Of course!” Harry and Micha answered in sync, making them both glance at each other and burst out laughing.
“Hmm, I’m not convinced,” Damon said eyeing the two submissives with suspicion. “I guess I better separate you,” he said with a smile. “Go on, Harry, go talk with Clay, or perhaps you could rescue Fenrir from Lukas,” he added, looking at where the young dominant now seemed to be lecturing a very bored looking Alpha, who didn’t actually seem to be listening.
“You sure Clay doesn’t want to talk with his Mummy?” Harry asked with a grin, moving quickly out the way when Micha went to give him a shove. He gave his fellow submissive a teasing wave as he headed over in Clay’s direction, leaving the couple to talk alone.
Romy was sat with her mother, a short distance from where Clay was sat staring into the fire, seemingly lost in thought; Harry gave her shoulder a squeeze as he passed, the unasked question, of whether she was okay, in his eyes as she turned to look at him.
The youngest of the pups was grateful for Harry checking on her, but she really wanted to be alone with her mother for the moment, so she gave him a quick nod and a slightly forced smile that she didn’t expect him to buy for a second; thankfully he seemed to understand enough and continued on his way to join Clayton.
“You should really forgive your father,” Callie said kindly, turning her daughter’s attention back to her. “He didn’t mean for me to get hurt, it was an accident,” she insisted.
“You sound like one of those people defending their abusers,” Romy said grumpily, crossing her arms over her chest; Callie just frowned at her daughter, not liking what she had said.
“And have you ever seen your Dad try to hurt me?” she asked. “Or, for that matter, ever let any harm come to either of us when he could do something to prevent it?”
“No,” Romy admitted reluctantly. She knew that Jenson wasn’t a bad person and would never actually want harm to come to either of them, particularly at his own hand, but she equally didn’t think that they could act like it hadn’t happened.
“I know you are upset, Romy,” Callie said taking her daughter hands in her own, “but I really think you need to find a way to forgive him. These dominants tend to get a bit hot headed when they have a bad day, this was just them letting off steam,” she explained. “I should have probably known better than to get in the way, but us submissives can’t be perfect all the time.”
Romy giggled, giving her mother a weak smile. She knew her mother was right even if she didn’t particularly like it. She wasn’t sure that she was ready to forgive her father right now but she knew she would eventually, she loved him too much not to. He had saved her after all and she had been rather harsh to him.
“Are you going to manage not to shout at or slap him when he comes back?” Callie asked with a teasing smile. She still couldn’t quite believe that her daughter had slapped Jenson, even after Romy had admitted as much to her herself.
“I think so,” she said with a sigh. She wasn’t so much angry at him now, more disappointed that he hadn’t been able to stop being an angry dominant long enough to be a mate and father like he was supposed to be; though she was wondering if her father’s usually controlled and calm temperament had made her expect too much of him.
“Well I am glad to hear that,” Callie said, “because he is on his way over; well… limping his way over. I suppose I need to heal him up before he makes that ankle any worse by walking on it.”
“You could just let him suffer a little longer,” Romy muttered under her breath, thinking that her Dad deserved to suffer for a little bit for hurting her mum.
“Romy!” Callie said with a gasp. “I know you are upset but I don’t want to hear you suggesting such things again; do you understand me, young lady? Your father isn’t the only one who thinks Clayton is a bad influence on you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Romy said, looking up at her mother guiltily. “I didn’t really mean that, but Clay is a good influence too sometimes, you know,” she added, looking her mother in the eye. Callie looked sceptical. “I'm not so scared any more,” Romy pointed out and Callie had to admit that was true; for all his faults, Clayton had helped her daughter come out of her shell.
“And taught you to stand up for yourself,” Callie added, raising one of Romy’s hands in her own and pressing a kiss to the palm. She was so proud of how her daughter was growing as a person, and she knew that her nephew and Harry both had a lot to do with that.
“Yeah, though I will never quite match Harry’s diva tendencies,” Romy said with a smile, casting a glance over to where Harry had managed to pry Fenrir away from Lukas and was currently in the process of sweet talking the Alpha into something in a way only Harry could manage.
“Well that I am very glad to hear,” Jenson said as he reached his mate and daughter. “Can I sit here?” he asked somewhat nervously, sure that they would both just send him away; however, his mate turned and smiled up at him.
“You had better sit here before you hurt your ankle more,” Callie said, moving along and gesturing for him to take a seat between the two of them. She really didn’t like that he was walking on an injured ankle at all.
“Romy?” Jenson asked, turning to his daughter, pivoting awkwardly on his injured ankle and almost toppling over. It was fairly clear that it was her who was actually upset at what he had done, and her forgiveness that he would need to earn, even if he didn’t think he deserved it.
“If mum agrees,” Romy said grumpily, glaring at her father but still shuffling up a little on the log to make room for him. She wasn’t exactly happy about it but this was clearly what her mum wanted and she wasn’t going to go against her mum for anything.
“I want you to agree, pumpkin” Jenson said gently, still standing rather awkwardly, putting all his weight on one foot and clutching at his ribs, which were throbbing something awful. However, he was determined that he wouldn’t be sitting down until Romy was happy for him to do so.
“Can you at least allow me to heal you while you have this conversation?” Callie asked with exasperation. The last thing she wanted was for the injuries Jenson had suffered to worsen because he had refused to be healed all due to a matter of wounded pride.
“No, not yet,” Jenson said firmly, holding his ground. Callie and Romy meant more to him than anything and he would suffer however long it took to get his daughter to permit him to sit down. The two submissive females in front of him were his whole reason for existing. He would have given up all four limbs completely if it meant them being happy and healthy. There would be no price too high to pay for his two beautiful girls.
“Figured you deserve to suffer have you?” Romy snapped angrily. She was sat rather stiffly, determined that she wasn’t just going to forgive her father in a second simply because he wanted her to. She wanted to make sure he knew why she was so upset first.
“I knew that all along, pumpkin,” Jenson assured her with a wry smile. He had known from the moment that Fenrir had mentioned that he had hurt his mate that he deserved to suffer. He had grown up with so much aggression and violence around him and he had never wanted that for his family.
“Romy, for goodness sake, let him sit down,” Callie said impatiently when Jenson shifted, trying to keep his balance on his good leg, wincing at the pain it was causing him.
“Fine, he can sit,” Romy agreed, seeing that her father was genuinely having trouble staying standing up on his own at the moment. She was fairly sure that he had received the message that she was trying to give.
“Thank you,” Callie said, genuinely relieved that her daughter wasn’t planning on making Jenson work too hard for her forgiveness, though she knew Romy well enough to know that she wouldn’t let him get off easy.
“Yes, thank you,” Jenson said in earnest as he finally took a seat between his mate and daughter, glad to finally take the weight of his ankle. Though sitting down did nothing to alleviate the throbbing of his ribs; in fact, sitting down as heavily as he had, jarred them and he grunted in pain.
“Now, I’m healing you, no arguments,” Callie said fiercely, giving Jenson a firm look. She didn’t care how tired she was or how drained she felt, she was going to heal her mate before he did himself permanent damage.
“I want to apologise, to both of you,” Jenson said, admitting defeat and allowing Callie to begin casting her diagnostic spells to check exactly what injuries he had suffered, so that she would be able to cast the appropriate healing spells.
“Are you apologising because you’re actually sorry or because you think it’s what we want to hear?” Romy asked, glaring at her father. She wanted the truth from him, not excuses.
“Romy…” Callie chastised, not liking that their little girl was being quite so pushy about the whole issue.
“You have every right to be angry,” Jenson said, interrupting his mate and giving Callie an apologetic smile. “I want you to know that I truly am sorry for hurting you,” he told his beautiful mate. “Both of you,” he added, looking to Romy. “The two of you are my whole world and I love you both so much. I can’t survive in this world without you. Please, I’m begging you, forgive me for my idiocy?”
“I forgive you, I know it was an accident,” Callie told him with certainty, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the corner of Jenson’s mouth.
“Fine, I forgive you too,” Romy said grudgingly, though she really did. Part of her wanted to drag out her Dad’s suffering a bit longer but she couldn’t bring herself to do so when her mother was looking at her so pleadingly.
“Thank you, both of my darling girls, thank you,” Jenson said, pressing a kiss to Romy’s temple and then Callie’s lips. He still wasn’t sure that he deserved their forgiveness but his mate and daughter had granted it to him anyway.
“I am still pretty mad at you,” Romy said as she wrapped her arms around her Dad, letting him hug her close.
“I am still pretty mad at me too,” Jenson said with a sigh, “so we can be mad at me together, okay?” He actually found himself glad that Romy was so protective of her mother, even if it meant she wasn’t happy with him at the moment.
“Yeah, that sounds good, Dad,” Romy said with a sigh; she felt better knowing that her father wasn’t just forgetting what he had done.
“You still want me as your Dad then?” Jenson asked, only half teasing as he expressed his fear. He didn’t know what he would do if Romy didn’t want to be his daughter any more; he just loved her so very much.
“I’m mad at you,” Romy said with a light glare at him, “I’m not THAT mad at you,” she went on. Her Dad would really have to do something truly terrible to actually make her want their relationship to change.
“Pumpkin,” Jenson said hesitantly, “I need you to do something for me.” He felt bad asking anything of her at the moment, but he had to check something; he would have done it himself but he didn’t have Callie or Romy’s skill with healing magic.
“I’m only just talking to you again and you want favours?” Romy asked, though she was mostly teasing.
“I want you to check over your mother,” Jenson said, looking at her with a seriousness that made her pause, “make sure I didn’t hurt her,” he went on, and Romy could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke those words. “I saw you do the spells on Micha, I know you can do it,” he explained.
“Okay, fine, I can do that,” Romy said with a sigh, feeling a little bad that she had been so busy being mad at her Dad that it hadn’t occurred to her to do that herself earlier.
“I’m not sure that that is a good idea,” Callie said with a frown, thinking of the secret she was keeping. Only Tessie knew what she thought might be wrong with her, she hadn’t had the courage to get it confirmed, it wasn’t like she could perform the spell on herself.
“I want to make sure you’re alright,” Jenson said giving Callie a kiss to her temple, “Please, I have to know I didn’t hurt you.”
Callie sighed, knowing that there wasn’t any way that she would be getting out of this, not with her mate looking at her like a wounded puppy. “Oh alright,” she said, giving her daughter a nod, though looking around to make sure that no one else was close by. If she was, she didn’t want anyone else to know, at least not yet.
Romy removed her wand and repeated the complicated motion she had used on Micha earlier, the one she knew was needed, and muttered the incantation that she was getting rather practiced at. As the results presented themselves in their usual way, Romy gasped, not entirely believing what it was that she was seeing.
“Romy, pumpkin, what is it?” Jenson asked with concern, not liking the reaction his daughter had had. “What’s wrong?”
Romy repeated the spell wanting to be sure she hadn’t just made a mistake. “Mum…” she began, looking up at her mother with wide, startled eyes, before whispering so quietly that only her parents could hear her, “I think you might be pregnant.”

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and we will be back again on the 19th, for Fragmented Soul special anniversary chapter, which we are both very excited for you to get to read. In the meantime, please so spare a moment to leave us a review/comment; we would love to hear your thoughts.
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Morgan - Glad you are enjoying the story. To answer your question, the other members of the pack will be put in their place by Fenrir (some of which you see in this chapter), but as Lukas, Damon, Jenson and Clay all regularly submit to the Alpha anyway, we didn't particularly focus on it; the only reason that Harry was who we focused on, was that this was a new thing between them, Fenrir had never taken Harry in hand like that before. Harry certainly was knocked down a few pegs in the last chapter but Fenrir kind of felt Harry needed that. Harry isn't really confused, just used to being spoilt; he understands that the Alpha is just taking control (and even likes that to some extent, as you saw in this chapter), but he also respects that it is Fenrir's decision/responsibility to deal with the other pack members.

As for the vow, there are a few reasons that didn't break it. One, the Carrows are not at all under Dumbledore's authority, they are under Umbridge's and Voldemort's; two, even if his permitting them to come into the school counts, which at a push it might, that still happened before the vow was taken, and therefore he hasn't taken any action which directly or indirectly hurts any member of the pack.

We hope this answers your questions, but if not, please feel free to let us know and we will try to give you more information.

Charisma - Wow, twenty-four hour reading spree; that is impressive dedication. Glad to hear how much you love it. There are certainly a lot of issues that seem to mean that whichever way they turn there is always something in their path, but you will perhaps be reassured to know we have a long and detailed plan. (Also you might want to check out the Furry Bits - Only available on FF.net, AO3 and the Fragmented Soul Website - which have sneak peeks of the future)

There also might be a Furry Bits chapter that gives more information about Clay's past that we hope to post during the short break we are taking after posting the anniversary chapter. But you should always look for the little clues in the main story and Furry Bits, because both are full of little details.
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