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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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So we're back after our break and we'll both admit that it wasn't much a break as we have now planned ever scene from now up until the summer holidays plus we have written up to chapter 72 so we have plenty to be posting. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the brand new character coming into the story too.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 63 - Jaylon
Fenrir was infuriated. Three of his pack members had not returned to the clearing the night before. As much as Harry had helped him to see Valentine's Day in a new light earlier in the day, he was now hating the blasted day, as it apparently seemed to turn intelligent, grown men into forgetful, loved up idiots, which was something he just couldn’t tolerate.
When Damon and Micha had finally made their way back, sometime after breakfast, he had given the dominant a stern word, which had amounted to Fenrir rather loudly shouting at him and reminding him exactly who was in charge in their pack. Luckily it hadn’t turned violent but that was largely because Fenrir needed Damon to be running errands for him today and didn't want him injured and therefore incapable of doing them.
To top everything off, Damon and Jenson had both received emergency owls from the school to inform them that Harry and Romy had been injured. The letters had come from Albus Dumbledore himself, rather than the curt and rather formal school nurse; however, this had done nothing to stem the worry that they all felt.
The headmaster had explained that a former student had been responsible for sending Harry aconite in the form of a Valentine’s Day card as a malicious prank. No names had been mentioned but the entire pack knew who it must have been, though they had no proof of this and it was that which was keeping Fenrir from hunting down the boy who dared to hurt his mate.
As it was, Fenrir was plotting how he was going to be able to get up to the castle to see Harry and make sure that he was okay; it was going to have to be soon. Something the headmaster had said, when the Alpha had dropped the pups back at school after the full moon, had been eating away at him and he wanted to know what Harry was up to with the manipulative old man. It wasn't as if Harry was an open book to him but then he wasn't to Harry either. Fenrir was starting to see this as a problem, though he could admit that it wasn't entirely Harry's fault they had ended up this way.
By the time he had sent Damon and Micha went off to do what he had asked of them, Lukas still had not reappeared. He knew that once the two of them returned, with or without the young werewolf they had been sent to find, he would have to try and track down Lukas and to make sure that nothing had happened to him. It wasn't like him not to come home for the night and, even though it had been Valentine's day and Lukas had likely had plans with the mysterious girlfriend, the fact that he had still not come back or let them know he was alright concerned Fenrir.
FGHP
“Damon,” Micha asked curiously, “where are we going?” The two of them were heading over the apparition point, Damon having just finished talking to Fenrir, a conversation that had lasted well over an hour and had left him in a less than stellar mood. He knew that he shouldn't have stayed away from the clearing for the whole night but he had wanted to treat Micha and he couldn't bring himself to regret that decision.
“An errand for Fenrir,” Damon said somewhat vaguely as he linked his fingers with Micha’s. Whatever he was feeling, it was not the submissive's fault and he didn't want to take it out on him for no reason. His mind was full of new information and he was still mulling it all over. Fenrir had mentioned the other children before the full moon, and all of the dramatics that had gone with that, but now was apparently the time to act according to the Alpha.
Fenrir wanted to start bringing the children he had bitten around the same time that he had bitten Harry and Clayton, into the pack one by one. He had just about kept track of them over the years and he knew where they were, vaguely. One of the easiest to find was going to be Jaylon, who, after moving around a lot in his early life, hadn’t seemed to have gone anywhere since he was seven years old.
There was another, Robin, who had grown up in a moderately sized manor house in Ireland with her parents but she wouldn't be going anywhere; her exact location was known and hadn't changed in years. The girl hadn't even gone to Hogwarts, which in Fenrir's mind had been a shame considering his mate was there now and could have used the extra protection. Jaylon’s location, however, was vague; all they knew was that he was somewhere in the little town Damon and Micha were heading to now, though they had no fixed residence for him.
This was where Damon and Micha were going on their Alpha's instruction. Fenrir thought that it was for the best that he sent the more compassionate couple in the pack to track down the young boy. For a while the Alpha had considered sending Callie and Jenson but his Beta was not likely to be patient enough with the soon to be sixteen year old werewolves and besides, Callie was really not looking to be up to such a task, especially not now that Fenrir knew she was pregnant.
“Errands don’t sound like much fun,” Micha said with a pout as they reached the apparition point and Damon pulled Micha into him so that they were chest to chest, looking into each other’s eyes. The closeness between them made the submissive's heart race a little faster, hating that they didn't have time to act on their arousal.
“I don’t expect it will be unfortunately,” Damon said with a sigh, trying to distract himself before he got caught up kissing his beautiful mate. He really wasn’t looking forward to doing this; he honestly didn't think that it was right. Clayton had been raised knowing what to expect from his life but the young man that they were going to see today had not had that luxury. He had been in an orphanage when Fenrir had found him, parent-less and alone, from the sounds of it, and it seemed as though his fortunes had not changed much since he had been bitten.
Damon often wondered why it had been specifically Clayton that he had been given to raise with; however, he had never thought to ask at the time, not having known that Fenrir had bitten quite so many, and then so much happened that he simply hadn’t. He had been so happy with Eric and Clayton; oh how things had changed since then. Now he had Micha, an almost sixteen year old son and a pack that he could be proud of being a part of.
“What is it you aren’t telling me, Marshmallow?” Micha asked sceptically, looking at the thoughtful expression on Damon’s face, his mate’s eyes showing sadness that Micha suspected was matched whatever thoughts were going on in the dominant’s mind.
Damon hadn't wanted to worry Micha and therefore had told him nothing about what they were leaving the clearing to do, but he knew that he couldn't keep his mate in the dark anymore. “We’re going to visit a young man, a werewolf,” he said with a tired sigh, knowing that Micha needed to know this. Fenrir was going to brief the rest of the pack while they were gone; at least the Alpha was intending to when Lukas got back from wherever he had disappeared to the day before.
Damon had had it made very clear to him that the Alpha was far from happy that he, Micha and Lukas had not returned to the territory the evening before. Damon did feel a little bad about not having let the pack know where he and Micha were but he hadn't exactly planned to be out all night; and by the time he realised that they would be, Damon had been far too wrapped up in his little mate to think clearly and do the right thing, letting their Alpha know where they were.
Normally Lukas’ continued absence might have been cause for concern, but everyone knew he was more than likely spending the night with the mystery girlfriend that he hadn’t told anyone about yet; though it was clear that Fenrir was still concerned for him. Of course, the Alpha had assured Lukas that the pack was not a prison and that he was free to come and go as he pleased but Fenrir still expected his pack to return for the nights and, if that was not possible, to be in contact. There were too many dangers around them for them not to be cautious.
“So we’re going to recruit him?” Micha asked with a frown, unable to think of any other reason why Fenrir would have sent them looking for another werewolf. “What’s the catch?” he asked upon recognizing the worried expression on his mate’s face. He had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be as simple as Damon was making it out to be.
“He isn’t quite sixteen yet,” Damon explained with a sigh. “He is one of six other children Fenrir bit around the same time as he bit Harry and Clayton. We have a rough idea of where he is but no idea how he is or who he is with. He might not want to come with us at all but Fenrir wants him as part of the pack.”
“Oh, wow,” Micha said in shock. Whatever it was he had been expecting, this was not it; he hadn’t even considered the possibility that Harry and Clayton were not the only ones that Fenrir had bitten all those years ago. Though, now that he thought about it, it did kind of make sense.
“Indeed, we need to be very careful,” Damon said as he drew Micha closer to him, his arms tightening around the submissive's waist as he drew the younger man into a passionate kiss. “Whoever this young man is…” he added, as he pulled back from their kiss, “we have no idea what kind of life he has had. Just whatever happens, stay close to me.”
“I promise, Marshmallow,” Micha said, hearing how strained and serious his mate was being, and knowing that now was not the time to be cheeky. Standing up on his tiptoes, Micha placed a soft kiss to his mate’s lips before snuggling into the dominant wolf as they apparated away.
FGHP
Damon and Micha landed in a small alley just off what appeared to be a rather normal suburban street, which seemed very quiet for being the middle of the morning. There were a few shops that were open for business, including a little café that had less than a handful of people inside eating. It wasn’t quite lunchtime yet and Damon supposed that people were working or simply elsewhere.
“He’s here?” Micha asked, looking around curiously as if the young werewolf would simply magically appear before them. The place they had arrived in didn't seem to be anything other than ordinary, it didn't even look as if there were any witches or wizards here, it was a purely muggle area by all accounts. It made Damon think that perhaps Jaylon wanted to blend in and go unnoticed.
“He is supposed to live around here, yes,” Damon confirmed with a frown, not liking what his nose had picked up upon their arrival. He could smell more than one werewolf scent in the air and that worried him. Fenrir had not thought that Jaylon was in a pack; in fact, the Alpha had been under the impression that he was very much alone in the world, even now, and therefore shouldn't have had other werewolves around him.
It was too much of a coincidence that in a small muggle town, such as this one, that two werewolves would have passed through so recently and not had any connection to the young man that they were trying to find. Whatever was going on here, it didn't sit right with Damon and he was instantly on high alert, his eyes darting up and down the street in search of any potential dangers.
“I thought there was only one of them,” Micha said as he caught the scent of at least two werewolves on the air as well. It had taken him slightly longer than Damon to catch the scent of what had concerned his mate but now he was just as on edge.
“Stay close to me,” Damon instructed firmly, moving so that they could link their hands together. Damon was aware that in an emergency he wouldn't be able to get to his wand but it made him feel as if he was close to Micha; that, by holding his hand like this, the submissive couldn't go anywhere, at least not without him.
Damon knew that it had been a bad idea to bring Micha with him on this errand; he should have come alone, he could have done this on his own. It had been Fenrir who had thought that Micha would be good to bring on this particular errand as he was smaller, less threatening and a lot more compassionate than any of the dominants could claim to be. The argument had been that Micha would stand a better chance of making a connection with the young werewolf and Damon could see Fenrir’s point but that didn’t mean he had agreed to this easily.
“We aren’t in too much danger are we?” Micha asked with concern; he really didn’t want to be caught up in a fight, though he knew that by the way Damon was acting that it was a definite possibility. He had killed one man already and he really didn’t want to be put in the situation where he had to kill another. He had so much to live for now and he was going to make sure that he did but if it came down to him or Damon then he was going to do everything in his power to protect his mate.
“I don’t know,” Damon said, linking his hand with Micha’s. “Let’s just do what we came here to do and find Jaylon; he might need our help after all,” Damon said unhappily. He was rather glad that he had brought his knife with him and had insisted that Micha bring his too, just in case. Of course they both had their wands as well but it was always nice to have a backup plan. They couldn't be too careful and Damon was glad that he had had the forethought to be this cautious.
Micha stuck close to his mate, not loosening the grip on Damon’s hand even for a moment, as the two of them moved out of the alley and through the street, following the scent of the two werewolves. Dawdling along a muggle street sniffing at the air however, wasn't the best way to blend in and therefore it was fairly slow going. It quickly became apparent that the unknown werewolves lived here and had done so for a while; their scents criss-crossed all over the place, some trails newer than others, evidence that they had been here weeks, if not months or perhaps even longer.
“Do you think that he’s even still here?” Micha asked quietly. Speaking any louder just felt wrong somehow as they walked through the silent streets, following the strongest scent trail; it seemed to be leading them into a more suburban area of the little town. If Jaylon had been hiding out here and then other wolves had moved in, it was more than likely that he had made a run for it out of fear of being discovered.
“I think that he is,” Damon said, though he didn’t sound overly happy; something was clearly bothering him, but he wasn't voicing his concerns to his mate, not wanting to worry or scare him. Micha sent him a questioning look, not understanding what could be making Damon feel so uneasy. “He is a young boy, just a pup; there are two male dominants here and yet no trace of a pup’s scent. I don’t see how this could be good.”
Damon didn't like that there was no trace of Jaylon or his scent. If he had been living here before the other wolves had shown up then there still would have been traces of him here, however faint they might have been, but there was nothing. Damon didn't like what this likely meant for Jaylon and he was praying that the young teenager wasn't hurt or worse.
“Do you think that they might have been hurting him?” Micha asked, cottoning on to what might have been worrying his mate, suddenly horrified at the possibility. “We are going to help him, right?”
“Calm, trouble,” Damon said soothingly as he heard the panic in his submissives voice, “we don’t know that that is what has happened. But if he is in trouble then yes, we will help him.” There was no doubt in Damon's mind that they would help the young pup; it was what they were here to do after all. If he was in trouble then they would bring him back to the pack and they would help him; even if that meant fighting the two werewolves that were hanging around, something that Damon wanted to avoid if at all possible, mostly because Micha was with him.
The two of them came to a stop where the scents seemed to all be leading, finding themselves in front of a rather dilapidated looking house, which clearly had not been taken care of by the owners. It stood apart from the other houses on the street and both Damon and Micha could sense that several wards that had been erected to keep away unwanted visitors.
It was perhaps fortunate that whoever had erected them in the first place had not strengthened them since the day they put them up because, as a result, they were weakening considerably. It was a mistake many wizards made, assuming that once erected wards would last forever but, like anything, they needed to be repaired and maintained; these wards had not.
It wouldn’t take very much to bring them down but it certainly didn’t make Damon feel any better about the situation they had wandered into here and even less happy that Micha was with him. He would have done anything to have Micha safely back in the clearing right now and anyone else here with him but he couldn’t change that; he would just have to protect his mate as best he could.
“Wand out,” Damon said firmly as he removed his own, having unlinked his hand from Micha's, now turning to face him so that the submissive knew how serious he was. “Stay alert. If anything goes wrong and I can’t get to you or vice versa, then you run. Do you understand? You apparate back to the territory and get help; you don’t put yourself in danger! Do you understand?”
“I’ve never apparated that far before, Damon,” Micha said, looking rather alarmed at the prospect. “Jenson didn’t think I was ready. And anyway, that doesn't even matter because I’m not leaving you, not ever!”
“Micha,” Damon growled in warning, not liking how his mate was challenging him on this. All he wanted was for Micha to be safe and out of harm’s way. He didn’t understand why his submissive was being so resistant to that idea but he felt sympathy for Fenrir, given Harry was even more reckless and stubborn in comparison to Micha.
“No, don’t suggest it again; I’m not leaving you and that is the end of discussion,” Micha said bravely. He had never forced an issue so much; normally he was more than happy to allow Damon control and submit to him but on this point he wasn’t going to budge. He wouldn’t just leave Damon to die to keep himself safe, it wouldn’t feel right; and besides, he was fairly certain that without Damon he was dead anyway.
“I really do love you, trouble,” Damon said with a sigh, placing a soft kiss to his mate’s temple, resigning himself to the fact that whatever they were about to walk into, they were walking into it together. If one of them wasn't going to make it out of there then neither of them were, both too stubborn and too loyal to leave the other, even in the face of being captured or killed. Damon wasn't entirely sure that this was a good thing or not but it was all theirs and he would never stop loving his mate.
“I love you too, Marshmallow,” Micha returned, gripping his wand tightly as they turned their attention to the wards. “Umm,” he added a little shyly, “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted.
Damon just turned to smile at him. “It’s okay, I’ll do this; they’re old and won’t take much to bring down. Just be ready in case whoever lives here comes back or comes out of the house.” Micha nodded and kept scanning the house and the street around them for potential dangers as Damon lowered the wards.
The wards fell every bit as easily as Damon had said they would. Micha thought that alarms might sound or the person who owned the property would storm out and attack them for what they had done but the street remained quiet, almost eerily so. The submissive kept a firm grip on his wand to ensure that he was ready if anything happened.
The dilapidated house before them had a short weed-ridden, gravel path running from the gate to the front door and the paint work was flaking off around the door and windows. The two werewolves could smell the damp radiating from the building without taking a step closer to it, the musty smell so strong that it made their noses wrinkle in disgust.
“Stay behind me,” Damon said softly as he pushed the gate open; it was half hanging off the post it was attached to but thankfully made no noise, in a way that made him think that it might have been spelled silent. Micha did as he was told, hanging back a little and allowing Damon to take the lead; the dominant was stronger, both magically and physically, there was no denying that, there was no point in being careless, regardless of how much he wanted to keep Damon safe.
Unlocking the front door with a simple spell, Damon took a deep breath before pushing it open, expecting protective enchantments or in fact anything… something other than a simple locked door to be protecting the house; however, nothing came, nothing attacked them, nothing stopped them. Apparently whoever lived here either had nothing to hide or they were cocky enough to believe that they had nothing to fear. Damon was willing to believe that it was the latter.
“Can you smell that?” Micha asked, his brow furrowing with worry.
“A third werewolf,” Damon said with a nod. “A submissive pup.” He silently cursed under his breath, wondering if Fenrir had know that Jaylon was a submissive; knowing his friend’s excellent sense of smell he thought it likely that the Alpha had been perfectly aware of what the boy was. That, of course, just made Damon more annoyed that he hadn’t been told, and that they hadn’t done more to make sure that the young werewolf was safe.
“This isn’t good,” Micha said looking around at the poorly maintained house. Just glancing into the first room they came to they could see bare mattresses and threadbare blankets covering the floor. It was perhaps supposed to be a living room but you wouldn’t have been able to tell.
“At least there doesn’t seem to be anyone else here,” Damon said, though he kept his wand drawn. Since they didn’t appear to be in any immediate danger Damon thought that it was safe enough to encourage Micha to strengthen his natural abilities. If they were going to be here and put themselves in danger then he thought that he should maybe use it to train Micha. “Take a deep breath through your nose and tell me what you smell.”
Micha did as he was told, wrinkling his nose in disgust as damp, neglect and unwashed bodies flooded his senses almost making him vomit. However, there was something else beneath all of that, something that Micha recognised and it took Damon wrapping his arms around his waist from behind for him not to completely panic.
“Fear,” the submissive said, though his voice trembled something terrible as he spoke. “And sex… I don’t think I can do this,” he added, looking to Damon with wide panic filled eyes.
“Yes you can, Trouble,” Damon said calmly, knowing that he had to be Micha’s strength, that this was going to probably be worse than he had already feared. “Because somewhere in this house is a young man like you, who needs our help,” he pointed out to Micha. “Now focus; where do you think he is?” Damon asked, keeping a firm hold of his mate, knowing that Micha needed him to be there to give him the courage to carry on.
Micha focused, looking around, inhaling a few more times trying to concentrate and use his head, to think where the young werewolf might be. “Somewhere he couldn’t escape, where he couldn’t be heard,” Micha mused to himself. “Does the house have a basement?”
“Let’s go and have a look but let’s be careful,” Damon said, motioning that they should go deeper into the house. Floorboards creaked under foot as they walked, neither of them saying a word as they headed towards the back of the house where they could see a kitchen was located.
Sure enough there was a door in the kitchen and when they opened it there were steps leading down. Even with their enhanced eyesight neither Damon nor Micha could see where it lead, but the scent of the young submissive werewolf was thicker here than anywhere else in the house. This was clearly where he spent the majority of his time.
Knowing this made Damon’s blood boil; he hated the way their kind tended to treat submissive males, submissives in general really; it was almost as if most werewolves considered the male submissives to be worth less than anyone else, which simply wasn’t the case. Male submissives were a rare and beautiful thing in Damon’s mind, and he believed that all submissives were to be treasured; the fact that this poor teenager had seemingly been treated so terribly made him want to hurt those responsible. He found himself even angry at Fenrir for having left the young man to this fate.
Submissive women were treated only marginally better than submissive men, and that was only because it was more socially acceptable to take women as mates rather than men. In some packs that was starting to change, as the numbers of submissive men born increased slightly, but many of their kind were clearly reluctant to change their ways.
Micha took a deep breath to steel himself, trying to ignore the awful smells that hit him. “We’re going down there, aren’t we,” he said, looking over his shoulder at Damon, though it was no question, simply a statement of fact. He knew that they would have to go down there because that was where the submissive was being kept and it seemed fairly clear that they were now on a rescue mission. As much as Micha wanted to turn around and run away he knew that he wouldn’t. It wasn’t even because Damon was stood right behind him either, it was because he would never leave anyone to suffer the way he had suffered, not if he could help it.
“I would allow you to stay up here, and just go down alone, but I can’t be sure that you would be safe. I think it would be better if we stayed together,” Damon said, though he genuinely sounded regretful. There was very little he wouldn’t have done to keep Micha from having to go down into that basement and witness whatever horrors lay in wait for them. At least by staying together it meant that if needed they could make a quick getaway.
“I wouldn’t let you go anywhere without me anyway,” Micha said trying to keep the fear out of his voice. In truth he was damn near terrified but he was going to do his level best not to show it; for the sake of the young man they had come here for, he would face his fears.
FGHP
Jaylon was so cold, not just shivery cold but cold to the very core of himself. It had felt like days since his tormentors had been down to see him, days since he had even heard them moving around above him. He was so hungry and so tired. They had left him no food and every half an hour a loud sound like a bell would reverberate around the whole room so that he couldn’t get much sleep.
However, now he could hear them. Well he could hear someone moving around upstairs, he could hear their murmured voices but they sounded strange, almost as if it wasn’t the two men that had been tormenting him for years. They had been loud and boisterous, and the voices he could hear now were calm, gentle even, but Jaylon refused to allow himself hope because hope came with expectations. He didn’t dare dream that he might be being rescued; he had allowed himself those dreams only to have them shattered too many times before.
His entire body ached; his chains had kept him in the same position since he had been strung up and left here. His arms raised above his head, cuffs made of silver making his wrists throb and burn as they kept him forcibly upright only allowing his feet to just reach the floor; exhaustion made his body feel as though it was made of lead, weighing him down and adding to the pressure on his wrists.
To add insult to injury he was, of course, naked. In the last few years he had been little else. Without clothing his tormentors had easy access to him; they could take whatever they wanted, whether that was sex or to inflict violence on him. It was a miracle that he had survived this long but now he was ready, he wanted to die. Jaylon truly didn’t want to live any more, not to simply go on suffering at the hands of the barbarians that kept him here against his will.
Not even on full moons was he allowed out of this basement. The silver cage in the corner of the room was mocking him, reminding him of where he would end up for every transformation. He was fairly sure that his wolf had died; he was so weak now in his other form that he could do every little other than lie down and wait for the morning to come, the silver always feeling as if it were suffocating him.
The door at the top of the stairs was suddenly flung open, light flooding inside the room. Jaylon turned his head away from the light, which felt bright compared to the complete darkness of just seconds before. He barely dared to breath as he listened, wondering which of them it was who had come to hurt him today, whether they would take turns like they had last time, or whether they simply meant to kill him now. He longed for death, he really did, he wanted to feel the nothingness that it would allow, the oblivion; he knew that he wouldn’t be that lucky, though, his life so far had been proof of that.
His silence allowed him to listen carefully and it began to dawn on him that he had been right before; the voices that he could hear were so alien, definitely strange and unfamiliar. Whoever it was who stood at the top of the stairs, ready to descend into Jaylon’s world of isolation and darkness, they were not the two who had held him here for so many years.
For a moment he felt a flare of hope but that was quickly trampled down by the fear of what the unknown men might do to him; for all he knew his tormentors had just grown bored of him and brought in others to inflict a whole new level of suffering upon him. These thoughts, as he knew there was no escape, that he was at the mercy of these strangers, made his tired, aching muscles tremble in terror.
He could hear their footsteps as they came down the stairs, one following the other. Jaylon’s breathing increased, his heart racing uncontrollably; he couldn’t help the sob that broke free from his throat, and he tried to ignore the tears that were on his face. He knew what was happening and he was powerless to stop it, the fear fuelling his rising panic attack. His chest hurt and he was struggling to draw air into his lungs but he couldn’t bring himself to care; it was all too familiar to him now for him to even find the energy to fight.

There was a roaring in his ears and he felt as if he wanted to scream as that damn shrill bell like sound rang through the room. His head pounding as he fought to even breath, trying to will his body to allow him to simply fall asleep and never wake up.
FGHP
“What the hell is that?” Micha asked; he covered his ears, looking around in a panic, thinking that they had set off an alarm after all, as a shrill bell rang throughout the basement room.
“I think that’s how they kept him awake,” Damon said through gritted teeth, as the loud noise stopped again. The dominant was a little way ahead of the submissive and his eyes had adjusted a lot faster too. In the small amount of light that his wand was emitting, Damon could clearly see a young man suspended from the ceiling, his feet barely touching the ground.
“Kept him… you mean they didn’t let him sleep?” Micha asked horrified, before gasping upon seeing what Damon had seen.
The two of them rushed down the last of the steps and forward to the middle of the room to where the young man was suspended, their wands going straight to the cuffs around the young man's wrists needing to free him.
“Don’t touch them,” Damon hissed to Micha as the younger man went to try and undo them with his hands. “They’re silver!”
“Then how…”
“I’ll do it, just get ready to catch him,” Damon instructed and Micha nodded, doing what he was told. He could tell simply from his mate’s tone that now was not the time to argue. He didn’t want Damon to hurt himself by touching the silver either but someone had to do it and it was clear the dominant wasn’t budging on this and there wasn’t time to argue.
Damon unlocked both the cuffs simultaneously with a wave of his wand and a simple incantation. The small body of the teenager fell into Micha’s waiting arms; the boy was worryingly small and light, but dead weight as he had fallen unconscious, and Damon had to help his mate to support the weight of the teenager or else Micha was going to fall over.
“We should dress him,” Micha said as Damon lowered them all to the ground, taking the young teenager’s wrists in hand and checking to see how seriously hurt he was. It seemed that it was minor burns but the scent of silver was thick in the air, they had kept him weak. Damon looked around the room for any sign of clothing or personal possessions but there was nothing, the basement room was completely bare. Jaylon really had nothing to his name, not even a single item of clothing, from the look of things.
“Let’s just get him back to the territory, I don’t want to linger here longer than needed in case whoever did this comes back,” Damon said decisively. Now that the wards had been de-constructed they were free to apparate without the worry of carrying the unconscious Jaylon up the stairs and through the house.
This was probably very fortunate considering that at that moment the floorboards above their heads creaked, announcing that they were no longer alone in the house. Micha turned to look up at the ceiling, panic on his face, as Damon adjusted his hold on Jaylon, pulling Micha closer to him. Whoever lived here, tormenting Jaylon had come back to claim the teenager and it wasn’t as if Damon and Micha had been subtle or tried to cover their tracks. Whoever was upstairs knew that they were there.
“Hold on to me,” Damon hissed in a rushed whisper. Micha nodded, understanding at once that they were in serious trouble if they didn’t leave right now. The dominant gathered both of the submissives into him as best he could with Jaylon being unconscious, before apparating them back to the territory.
FGHP
The day before had been one filled with distractions, which all the pups had happily embraced over having to think about what they had been through on the full moon. Now, though, it felt as though it had all come rushing back to them and it had been unanimously decided between the three of them that they couldn’t face the Great Hall full of students at lunch.
Clay hadn’t been exactly pleased with the suggested alternative of the library, but Harry and Romy had both given him kicked puppy expressions and so he had folded on the issue pretty quickly. He really would do anything for either of them, even skip meals when he was starving.
“You realise we can’t avoid the Great Hall forever, we do need to eat eventually,” Clayton pointed out rather unhappily as his stomach gave a rather loud grumble of complaint. “My stomach is making its hungry noise!” he whined making Harry and Romy laugh at him.
“Then it is a good job that I brought you food,” Draco said, reaching over Clay’s shoulder and putting a plate of sandwiches in the middle of the table. “You’re welcome,” he said, moving around the table and taking a seat next to Harry. “I take it this is your way of hiding out, away from the rest of the student body,” Draco said, turning to look at Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “just been a long few days. I am really grateful for the food, Draco, but I think there is someone I need to go see.”
“Seriously?” Clay asked, his mouth half full of sandwiches, as he looked between the plate of food and Harry. He swallowed his mouthful. “Fine,” he said with a resigned sigh, “where’re we going?”
“I am guessing Professor Lupin,” Romy said, picking up a couple of sandwiches to take with them. “Thanks for the sandwiches though, Draco.”
“You know me too well,” Harry said, getting to his feet. “But I was going to go talk to him myself, you guys stay and eat.”
“I think not, mister,” Romy said coming around the table and putting one of the sandwiches into Harry’s hands. “Eat first, and then we can go.”
“And we are going with you whether you like it or not,” Clay insisted. “You’ve already been injured once this week,” he said motioning to this friend’s hands. “You aren’t going wandering off around the castle alone.”
“Even if Lupin is practically one of us,” Romy added, when Harry went to open his mouth, smirking at him when he pouted and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Okay, fine, come with me if you must,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes, not about to tell them the real reason that he wanted to go and visit the professor because he was certain that his pack siblings would think it a very bad idea and try and stop him from going through with it. It was better if they didn't know.
“I’ll think I will just stay here,” Draco said, lounging back in his chair, and smirking in Clay’s direction. “I have this delightful plate of sandwiches to finish off all by myself.”
“Jerk,” Clayton mumbled under his breath towards Draco, who only laughed. Grabbing another couple of sandwiches from the plate, Clay followed Harry and Romy from the library.
FGHP
The three young werewolves hurried along to Professor Lupin’s office where they were hoping he had chosen to spend lunchtime because otherwise they were in for a long wait. Fortunately they were in luck and Remus was in his office when they knocked.
“Hi, Professor,” Harry said as Remus opened the door; not waiting to be invited inside the three of them just walked into the office.
“Harry,” Remus said in surprise, not having been expecting anyone, let alone the teenager, to come see him in his office. “Mr Danes, Miss Howard,” he said in greeting to the other two, who he still didn’t really feel like he knew. “Is there something I can help you with?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so,” Harry said, looking almost nervous. “Well, I hope so anyway.”
Remus looked at Clayton and Romy, wondering if they were going to give him any clearer answers than Harry, but both of the shrugged, apparently as much in the dark as he was. “Why don’t you take a seat, Harry,” Remus suggested, moving back around behind his desk. “You as well, Mr Danes, Miss Howard,” he added summoning three chairs across from him.
Romy and Clayton moved to take a seat as Remus had suggested; however, Harry remained standing, hovering awkwardly, knowing that he should really ask permission but if he did then the answer would be no.
“Harry?” Romy asked, looking to her pack brother curiously knowing that something was up but not knowing what. She was highly suspicious of anything that had Harry on edge and she had every right to be after everything that had happened.
“Sorry guys, I’ll be back real soon,” Harry said in a rush, diving for the fireplace. Ignoring the three people calling out his name, he grabbed the floo powder from the mantelpiece and threw it in ahead of himself in just the nick of time, shouting out Lukas’ address as he landed gracelessly in the emerald green fire.
“DAMN IT, HARRY!” Clayton shouted out, having jumped to his feet. Romy, however, gave a tired sigh and let her head fall to the desk in front of her.
“Typical,” Romy muttered before looking up at Clay. “He’s gone home,” Romy pointed out with a sigh.
“We should follow him,” Clay said, getting to his feet, though it was Romy who put her hand out to stop him simply following Harry without thinking.
“I can’t just let you leave,” Remus said, still rather stunned that Harry had just used his floo to leave the school, without even asking permission.
“No, he’ll come back. He’s not stupid, plus I bet he’s worked out that you two have Defence against the Dark Arts and then History of Magic this afternoon,” Romy said with a sigh. “He probably thought you would cover for him,” she told the professor, “and he skips History of Magic more often than not anyway.”
“I don’t like this,” Clay said, crossing his arms over his chest, every instinct telling him that he needed to follow his friend now.
“Nor do I,” the professor agreed. He was not at all happy that Harry had just left to a location he didn’t know; though, that Romy had said that he had gone home, helped to reassure him a great deal. “You are sure that he has simply gone home?”
“The address Harry shouted, it’s a house owned by one of our pack brothers, Lukas. It’s where he lived before joining the pack, we use the floo network there,” Romy explained to the Professor. “If he didn’t go home I’d be very surprised.”
“He got hurt yesterday and they sent a letter home,” Clayton said with a sigh, sitting back down in his seat unhappily.
“Exactly, he probably just wants to assure Fenrir that he’s okay and stop him coming to the school again,” Romy added, Remus nodding his head to show that he was following the two youngster’s explanation of what was going on. “I’m sure that he’ll be back before dinner,” she tried to reassure them
“If he isn’t then there will be a problem,” Remus said with a frown. “I will cover for him this once in my class this afternoon,” the professor said, but not sounding happy about it.
“Binns won’t even notice that he isn’t there,” Clay said grumpily, now facing two classes on his own because Harry had decided to do a disappearing act.
“I have Arithmancy and then Potions, we’ll meet back here after classes are finished and make sure that he got back alright,” Romy said to Clayton before turning back to the Professor. “If that is alright with you too, Professor,” she added sweetly.
“I will meet you here as well, I need to make sure that Harry has made it back safely,” Remus said, really not happy with what Harry had done. “And also so I can tell him that he is not to do it again.”
FGHP
Harry tumbled rather gracelessly out of the fireplace at Lukas’ house and unfortunately landed right in front of the couch, which currently had two people occupying it in a rather compromising position. Lukas was nestled between the legs of a young woman, both of them rather nude.
“Whoops, my bad,” Harry said rather quickly as Lukas muttered several curse words and Nell screamed, moving her hands to cover her breasts. “Don’t mind me, just passing through.”
“Harry!” Lukas exclaimed as the teenager got to his feet and darted out of the room. If he had been in any position to do so, then he might have followed the teenager, but, as it was, he couldn’t really go anywhere.
“Nice to finally meet you, girlfriend of Lukas,” Harry shouted back as he left the house, closing the front door behind him.
“Friend of yours?” Nell asked in amusement, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.
“My nephew, must have come in the back door,” Lukas said, thinking fast. “Sorry, I really was not expecting anyone to come by.”
“Well, it is one way for me to meet your family,” Nell said, laughing. “Not the way I would have chosen but certainly interesting.”
“Wasn’t exactly the first impression I had been hoping for either,” Lukas said, chuckling too. Now that he was getting over the shock of Harry’s sudden appearance, he could see the funny side of things. He was mildly worried about by he was out of school, but Lukas quickly decided that he would let Fenrir deal with that issue; he had much more pleasurable matters to attend to.
FGHP
Highly amused by what he had just stumbled upon Harry took a moment to simply chuckle to himself. Lukas had told him that he had a girlfriend now but that was not the way he had envisioned meeting her. Though, even as a gay man, Harry could admit that she was rather pretty.
Getting a grip on himself, Harry apparated back to the territory, eager to see his mate. He had only seen him the previous morning but he still missed him like crazy and he knew Fenrir would be frantic because he had been injured again.
He landed in the apparition point in the territory pretty successfully; however, he wasn’t alone when he got there. Damon and Micha were huddled together, the submissive male crying into Damon’s chest while the dominant comforted him.
“Whoa, what happened?” Harry asked as he spotted his fellow submissive in tears, wondering who he was going to have to go and punch for upsetting Micha.
“Harry, what on earth are you doing here?” Damon demanded to know, his heart hammering in his chest having been surprised by the sudden arrival of the teenager.
“Needed to see Fen,” Harry said dismissively. “What happened? Are you okay, Micha?”
“Yeah,” Micha said, his voice muffled as he was still cuddling into his mate, his face half buried against Damon’s neck. “I’ll be okay.”
“What’s going on?” Harry asked, getting really worried. “Is Fen okay?”
“Fenrir is fine,” Damon assured him. “I believe if you head a little north of the clearing you will find him there.”
“Wow, things must be bad if you’re letting me wander the forest on my own,” Harry said with a frown.
“Be careful, don’t wander too far, but I have to stay here with Micha,” Damon said. “Harry,” he called out as the teenager turned to go find the Alpha, “how’s Clay?” he asked when the submissive turned back to look at him.
“Probably pretty pissed at me for running off back here right now,” Harry said with a grin. “But he is fine, I left him with Romy, she'll be able to calm him down.”
“So you didn’t even tell Romy and Clay you were coming?” Micha asked, still cuddled up in Damon's arms, though a lot calmer, he still had tears running down his cheeks. The state of Jaylon when they had arrived back with him and had Callie look over him had brought back a lot of bad memories and he had needed to get away for a while.
“Nope, they would have only tried to stop me,” Harry told him, not even sounding a little bit sorry; Micha chuckled slightly at that.
“How about you stay out of trouble, go to the clearing and wait for Fenrir there,” Damon suggested, thinking that it was a very bad idea to send Harry off into the forest when he was clearly in a rather mischievous mood.
“And miss the opportunity to sneak up on him and see what he does when I’m not here, I think not,” Harry said with a cheeky glint in his eyes.
“Mainly when you’re not here, he’s grumpy,” Micha said with a shrug which only made Harry laugh a little, very willing to believe that this was in fact the case.
“I’ll be careful, promise,” Harry said with a smile before turning and leaving them to whatever it was they were doing.
FGHP
Wanting to avoiding making a scene and ruining the surprise, Harry avoided the clearing altogether, wanting to find his mate first and spend a few moments just being with him. The morning of Valentine’s Day seemed so long ago now and he was missing Fenrir dreadfully, it would be nice to just see him.
What Harry hadn’t expected was to find his mate, Alpha of their pack, scaling a tree. Harry stood back unnoticed and simply observed for a moment, content that he was down wind and his mate was distracted and not expecting him to be there. Harry simply watched as the large, muscled man worked, enjoying the view very much.
“I thought we had a no tree rule,” Harry said quite suddenly and the spontaneity of this had Fenrir rather startled and the Alpha almost lost his hold on the tree altogether.
“Harry!” Fenrir said, rather startled. “Why are you here?” he demanded to know as he began to climb down the tree. “What happened?” He had left his young mate at Hogwarts the day before and, although he had heard about the injury he had sustained, he couldn’t work out why he mate had returned.
“I think the more important question is what are you doing up a tree? You don’t even like trees!” Harry pointed out as Fenrir jumped down the last few feet, landing close to him. “Whoa, what are you doing?” Harry asked, rather startled as Fenrir swept him off his feet, into his arms, checking him for injuries. “It was my hands you great oaf and they’re fine,” Harry told him upon realising what it was he was doing.
“What happened? Explain, little one,” Fenrir demanded as he placed Harry back down on his own two feet but keeping him close.
“Nothing, I just wanted you to know that I was okay,” Harry said, slightly amused by how worried Fenrir seemed to be.
“You shouldn’t be wandering around in the woods,” Fenrir said as if suddenly realising that they weren’t in the clearing. Harry just rolled his eyes as Fenrir grabbed him at the waist and started carting the teenager back towards the clearing.
“You never did tell me why you were up a tree,” Harry said, not protesting in the least the fact that he was snuggled up against his mate’s broad chest.
“Building,” Fenrir grunted, not entirely pleased that his mate had discovered where the platforms were being constructed, even if Harry hadn’t been able to identify what they were yet; it was going to be hazardous enough with the protective enchantments in place, but Harry was hardly likely to wait to explore them long enough for those to be added.
“Ooh, building what? Anything exciting?” Harry asked as they entered the clearing and headed over towards the fire. “Hang on… who’s that?” the teenager asked as he spotted an extra body laying by the fire, Tessie sat beside him, all thoughts about what Fenrir had been building gone from his mind as he saw the newest member of their pack.
“New pack member,” Fenrir grunted sitting himself down on one of the log benches, Harry remaining in his lap. He was surprised to see his mate but that did not make him any less glad to have the submissive in his arms.
“And you just found him and took him in?” Harry said, looking up at his mate in confusion. While he knew that taking Tessie in had worked well, taking in Harlan had not, and so he didn’t think that the Alpha would have taken this new person without good reason; and it seemed that this new addition was trusted enough to be left mostly alone in the territory too.
“Damon and Micha fetched him,” Fenrir explained. He had been furious to see the state that Jaylon had been in upon their return to the territory, and even more so when Damon had told him where the boy had been found. Jaylon had yet to regain consciousness since being brought to the pack, but he would certainly have questions for the young man when he did.
“Fetched him?” Harry questioned, even more confused than before because he thought they had enough to be worrying about without deliberately bringing more members into their pack. “Okay, I really don’t understand. You talk about them like they’re puppies and you asked them to fetch a stick.”
“They brought him because I asked them to,” Fenrir told him, a little impatiently. He didn’t really want to get into the how and why of Jaylon’s sudden appearance in their pack. He hadn’t expected for Harry to see him for a month, at which point he had assumed the new addition would be a little more adjusted to their pack.
“You asked them to? So you know him?” Harry asked, curious about how Jaylon had come to be in the pack when it was so dangerous for them right now. Casting a glance over towards the new pack member, Harry estimated him to be no more than sixteen or seventeen.
“I bit him,” Fenrir grunted, still not happy with the amount of questions that Harry was asking. There was a reason he had waited until after the full moon to ask Damon and Micha to fetch the young boy.
“Wow,” Harry said, looking genuinely surprised by this revelation. “Okay, so you really weren’t selective about whom you went around biting were you. Guess I’m not that special after all,” Harry said rather bitterly, trying to slip off of his mate’s lap, feeling rather annoyed about the whole thing.
“You are,” Fenrir said, his grip around Harry tightening to keep hold of his little mate and stop him from wandering off in a strop as he was so prone to doing when he was upset. He truly had not meant to upset Harry with what he was saying, only wanting to speak the truth. More lies would not help the situation.
“Doesn’t seem that way! You bit me, Remus, this guy, whoever he is; how many others are there?” Harry demanded to know, wondering just how special he actually was, when there were so many others that had been bitten by the Alpha wolf. “You bit Clay too, didn’t you!” he exclaimed suddenly, the pieces falling into place as he realised that how Damon had come to adopt Clay in the first place.
“Yes, I bit them to protect you,” Fenrir tried to explain, as Harry just stared at him, trying to process this new information. Harry couldn’t believe that his mate was being so blasé about what he had done to Clayton and he found himself keen, though anxious, to talk to his friend about it, to find out how much he knew.
Fenrir had bitten some children in the years before he had met Harry, but those had been in attempts to replace the pups that wizards had stolen from him when they had attacked his first pack. As for the one’s he had bitten since, he had had his reasons at the time; it had been very clear to him that it was necessary for him to able to properly ensure a safe home for his precious mate.
Of course, nothing had gone to plan since then, but he couldn’t change that now. The children he had bitten to protect Harry were meant to be brought to the pack before Harry, and then he and Clayton would come to the pack last. Shame it hadn’t worked that way really.
“Yes, because that is clearly working,” Harry said sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes. He was well aware that the Alpha was doing his utmost to keep him safe, and that Clay was doing all he could to help, but he had still ended up in numerous dangerous situations since he had come to the pack; he also wasn’t convinced that biting more children was the best way for his mate to help him.
“That is why I had Damon fetch Jaylon,” Fenrir told him. He was aware that his attempts to protect Harry and their pack so far had been less than successful and so he was taking measures to improve that, measures that he was starting to think he should have taken the first day that Damon had shown up with Harry and Clayton in tow.
“How many more are there?” Harry asked again. He didn’t really know how he felt about these other children having been bitten for his sake, but he definitely wanted to know more; for one thing he wanted to be able to tell Clay about the others that had been bitten like they had.
“Three,” Fenrir stated quite matter-of-factly; there was no reason to hide that from Harry, not when his mate would find out as they were brought to the pack anyway. He had bitten five others, but there was nothing to be gained by telling Harry of the two that had died.
“I’m guessing the history books were right about you then,” Harry said rather unhappily, looking up to glare at his mate. The fact that there were three more, plus the new guy and then him and Clayton was really bothering him; that was a fair few children to bite in infancy, and Harry knew there were probably others who weren’t so lucky and hadn’t survived.
“I don’t know,” Fenrir said truthfully, not having ever read any history books, least of all ones containing information about him. “I don’t care,” he added after a moment.
“Of course you don’t,” Harry said with another roll of his eyes. He hadn’t really expected for Fenrir to care about what other people had to say about him; the Alpha cared about his pack, and everything else was incidental.
“You read up on me,” Fenrir said after a moment when he realised what Harry had said. He hadn’t really been aware that there was anything for his little mate to go and read about him, but it made him curious as to what Harry had been told about his past; he was all too aware of the talent many wizards had for lies.
“Well, when the sound of just your mate’s name has people flinching away, you tend to get curious,” Harry pointed out, still feeling rather annoyed, “especially when you’re my snugly bunny most of the time,” he added, enjoying the way it made Fenrir scowl at him; it was nice to know he wasn’t the only one not exactly happy with current conversation. “It made me wonder and you’re not exactly very forthcoming with information.”
“Nor are you, little one,” Fenrir pointed out, a look of disapproval on his face; he was very aware that Harry was keeping things from him, but he also knew his young mate well enough to know that Harry wouldn’t share until he was ready.
“Touché,” Harry said with a sigh. It wasn’t as if he could expect Fenrir to tell him absolutely everything when he wouldn’t tell him anything in return. In fact he couldn’t expect anything other than secrets, despite the promise to one another that there wouldn’t be secrets any more.
“Less riddles, little one, what else have you read?” Fenrir asked, trying to keep his tone light but he was annoyed that his mate had gone behind his back and attempted to find out things that he simply wasn’t ready for his little mate to know about.
“Well Theo had this month's edition of Muscled Magicians,” Harry said, smiling innocently up at his mate, “but I don’t think that’s entirely what you meant.” He didn’t really want to get into a discussion about how most of the world thought of Fenrir as a psychotic mass murderer, not when they only had a few hours together at most.
“That is not funny, little one,” Fenrir said, entirely disapproving. “You shouldn’t be looking at naked pictures of other men.”
“Well give me one of you then,” Harry suggested, with genuine hopefulness. “I could even show it to all my friends, they would have a great deal of respect for me if they saw how big you are.”
“No, little one,” Fenrir said, his scowl deepening.
“Jealous, wolfie? Do you think they’d want to try and out do you?” Harry asked, with a smug expression. Fen might not say what he meant with words, but he knew that his mate didn’t like the idea that he had been discussing anything sexual with other wizards.
“You are mine,” Fenrir stated bluntly, not happy in the least that this was even a discussion. Nakedness was a way of life for them as werewolves, but that didn’t mean that he was going to send Harry off to Hogwarts with a nude photograph of himself, especially not with the likelihood of him showing it to all his friends.
“You say that a lot, snuggle bunny,” Harry said, letting go of the anger he had over Fenrir biting other children. It was something that he would address later when he was on his own or when he could talk to Romy and Clay about it. He didn’t want to ruin the short time that he had with his mate stressing over something so far in the past that it was practically ancient history.
“It’s the truth,” Fenrir told him and Harry could only smile to himself as he snuggled back into his mate’s chest, making himself comfortable in the familiar spot on his mate’s lap. It was becoming one of his favourite places in the world.
“Yes, it is, and it better stay that way,” Harry said with a hint of uncertainty in his voice, looking over to where Jaylon still lay sleeping, Tessie watching over him. “I know that he’s a submissive… do I have anything to be worried about here?” Harry asked, looking up at his mate, almost not wanting to know what the answer might be.
“No,” Fenrir stated without a moment of hesitation. There was no chance that Harry would ever be replaced, he cared too much for the troublesome teenager. He had made up his mind a long time ago that Harry was the submissive for him; the others were not of consequence, they were here simply to look after Harry, be his friends and to be part of the pack, nothing more and nothing less.
“Are you going to elaborate on that?” Harry asked, usually he was rather good at reading between the lines when it came to his mate’s grunting and blunt one word answers but to interpret meaning, Harry required Fenrir to say more than just one word.
“He has had a… difficult life,” Fenrir explained. He thought that he needed to make this clear to his mate; not because he thought that this fact would put Harry’s mind at ease but because he knew that Harry needed to understand that Jaylon was not going to be a well adjusted young man, not after everything that he seemed to have suffered through.
Damon had not told him much, only that he had been without clothing, without anything, locked in a basement, chained with silver, kept awake and barely fed. It was then that Damon had become too angry to even talk to him and stormed off with a rather distraught Micha. It was something that he would deal with later on.
“Difficult how?” Harry questioned. He was unsure what Fenrir could mean when he said that Jaylon had had a difficult life. A lot of the pack had had difficult lives so there was a lot of comparison for it.
Fenrir took a moment to think on this. He didn’t really know the exact details of what had happened to Jaylon, though he knew that his statement was the truth. “Along the lines of Micha but worse,” Fenrir said, knowing that this was likely the truth. He had smelt sex on the teenager the moment that he had been brought into the clearing. It was a reasonable deduction to think that he had suffered like Micha and Romy had suffered judging from the way he had been found.
“Oh,” Harry said, pausing to consider this; it was upsetting to know that yet another male submissive had been treated in such a way. “And this is what had Micha so upset?” Harry questioned, thinking that it was all starting to make sense now. He knew that Micha was doing remarkably well in his road to recovery but equally, seeing something like this must have been difficult for him and brought back a lot of bad memories.
It gave Harry the undeniable urge to go and find his friend and give him a huge hug; however, with the hold that Fenrir had on him it didn’t seem likely that he was going to escape from the Alpha anytime soon. He also knew that Damon was taking good care of Micha, but he decided that before he went back to school that he would find Micha and give him that hug, regardless of Fenrir’s thoughts on the matter.
“Indeed,” Fenrir grunted in his usual one word response that had Harry rolling his eyes and smiling. Fenrir was a man of very few words and, seeing as Harry could probably talk for England, they seemed to balance each other out rather well.
“Is he going to be okay?” Harry asked, his gaze going briefly back to the young man by the fire. Tessie seemed to be rather attached to him if her actions were anything to go by. Harry had never seen her so attentive to anyone, even with her damaged arm she was trying her best to tend to the injuries on Jaylon’s wrists.
Callie was fast asleep and unable to help; even from where Harry was sitting he could see that she was ghostly pale and looked more frail than he had ever seen her. Though he made the split second decision not to tell Romy; she worried enough as it was, she didn’t need to be thinking about this at the moment.
“He has not woken up yet,” Fenrir informed him, burying his nose in the unruly mop of black hair and inhaling, not liking that Harry didn’t really smell like himself any more, there was an undertone of other people, a lot of people. Magic too, strong magic lingered on him, something Fenrir was suspicious off but then there had always been that air of magic about him, ever since he had first laid eyes on him as a baby. It was the whole reason he had been so attracted to having Harry as his mate so early on.
“When did they bring him here?” Harry asked, overly curious about the new pack member. The teenager was his age and clearly was here to stay, if Fenrir meant for him to be a friend then Harry wasn’t going to throw that in his mate’s face; he was trying to be more understanding of his mate and the choices the Alpha made. He needed to, to make them work together, he wanted to make it work with them. He certainly didn’t want a repeat of Fenrir in the Hog’s Head the second time they had visited on the last Hogsmeade weekend.
“This morning,” Fenrir told him.
“Can I help?” Harry asked; he felt so bad for the other submissive and if he could make things better for him, then he wanted to try. He didn’t think he would be able to help him any more than Tessie already was, but he felt like he needed to offer, to make his mate aware that he was going to do his utmost to accept Jaylon among them.
“You are meant to be in school,” the Alpha pointed out.
“I’d rather be here,” Harry said truthfully, wishing that it was as easy as all that. It was wishful thinking that he could just come home and forget about Hogwarts, Dumbledore, Voldemort and the war that he was meant to be fighting. If only it was that easy.
“Then stay,” Fenrir told him. In his mind it was that simple because Harry had never told him his reasoning as to why it had to be this way. All he knew was that the headmaster had some form of hold over his mate and Harry refused to tell him what. This was something that infuriated the Alpha as it meant that it was just one more secret.
“I would if I could,” Harry said with a sigh, his fingers reaching up to play with the hair on his mate’s chest, paying special attention to the thin wisps of blond hair around pink nipples, that had Harry suddenly fascinated.
“Alpha,” Jenson said, hesitantly interrupting the Alpha pair. “Lukas still hasn’t returned shall I go looking for him?” he asked; he knew that Fenrir had believed that Lukas had simply been spending Valentine’s with this mysterious girlfriend, but Jenson found himself growing worried given it was now well into the afternoon and he hadn’t returned to the territory.
“He’s at his house,” Harry informed them both. He was genuinely a little shocked that neither of them had known this. Fenrir was usually rather picky about knowing where they all were and that they were safe. It didn’t seem very much like his mate to not know where a member of the pack was.
“How do you know that, little one?” the Alpha questioned, surprised that his mate knew this, when the rest of the pack was completely in the dark about where the young man was.
“Oh, well, umm…. he was a little busy when I came through his fireplace,” Harry said, blushing scarlet at the memory of it. He didn’t want to see Lukas in such a position again, especially not with his girlfriend.
“He was busy?” Fenrir asked with a frown. He wasn’t entirely sure what Harry could mean when he said that Lukas was busy but he had the impression that it wasn’t busy in the traditional work sense.
“Yeah, umm… working,” Harry said, his cheeks heating even more as the mental image of what he had seen flashed to the forefront of his mind. This was not something that he thought he ought to share with the others, he wasn’t even sure that they knew about Nell.
“Working?” Fenrir asked with some amusement thinking that he knew exactly why Harry was a little flustered and finding it entirely too amusing.
“Yeah, working real hard,” Harry said with a giggle.
“With company I presume,” Jenson said with a sigh. Despite the logical assumptions they had made about where Lukas was but they were not happy that he had not been in contact at all and none of them had expected for this date to last this long.
“How did you guess?” Harry asked with a frown, hoping that he hadn’t just given away Lukas’ secret.
“A man in love is pretty obvious,” Jenson said with heavy disapproval, not wanting to admit that he and Damon had been suspicious about Lukas possibly spying on them. Normally he wouldn’t have minded his fellow pack member falling for someone but it was the secrets that he had an issue with. He was seriously starting to consider that there was a reason that Lukas was keeping her from them.
“Okay, guess I can be a little less subtle then,” Harry said with a grin. “I came through the fireplace as he was screwing his girlfriend on or rather into the couch… remind me never to sit on it again by the way. I have seen way too much of him today.”
“You’re the only one,” Fenrir said unhappily. He wasn’t exactly thrilled that Harry had walked in on Lukas having sex with his girlfriend, but he couldn’t say much when Harry had been coming home to see him. Also, they did now know that Lukas was okay and not to send anyone out looking for him.
“No I’m not, I’m pretty sure that his girlfriend saw more than I did,” Harry said with a great deal of amusement. “Though, it did get me thinking… I don’t have to be back until dinner, wolfie, we have plenty of time for you to be screwing me into the forest floor.”
“Did not need to hear that, Harry,” Jenson said with stern disapproval; he didn’t really have an issue with the Alpha pair’s relationship, but that didn’t mean he wanted to hear any details… ever.
“You also didn’t need to hear that Clayton rather publicly serenaded your daughter yesterday either,” Harry said smiling up at him, feeling safe enough in the Alpha’s arms to tease Jenson in such a way. “Oh and she really liked it too; I don’t think it’ll be long before you have Clay as a son in law.”
“That is not amusing, Harry,” Jenson said with a frown. He found it enough knowing about the crush that Clay had on Romy, but knowing that the boy was making moves on his little girl while they were at Hogwarts was not good news to his ears.
“Who's joking? They will make such cute babies,” Harry teased. Fenrir found it rather hard to contain his amusement as Jenson struggled not to tell Harry off, knowing that it wasn’t his place to do so.
When Harry had accepted Clayton’s act of submission towards him, Harry had, effectively, accepted his place entirely as the Alpha’s mate. Of course, he had had that position since their relationship had began but in the early stages, Harry had simply not know what it entailed, now he was starting to and he was beginning to act how he needed to act as the mate of the Alpha. It was something that Fenrir couldn’t have been more proud of.
“Little one,” Fenrir said in a warning tone. He could see the way that Jenson’s fist were clenched as the Beta resisted the urge to vent his annoyance; he really didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good few hours with his mate because he had to stop and punish the Beta for taking Harry to hand.
“Over my dead body will those two ever get close to reproducing!” Jenson snarled. He would try to respect his daughter’s choice in partners when she was old enough, but he knew his little girl was too smart to choose Clayton.
“I’m going to rather enjoy watching you stop them from here while they’re at Hogwarts,” Harry said with a laugh, unable to help himself. He was still convinced that the two were going to end up together no matter what Romy, or anyone else, had to say on the matter. “Plus we do have our own private room now too,” he added, looking rather smug, thinking of their beautiful new forest room hidden safely behind their wards.
“Little one, stop goading our Beta wolf,” Fenrir chastised lightly; Harry turned and smiled up at him, knowing that the Alpha quite enjoyed listening to his teasing.
“Ah but it’s so much fun,” Harry said cheekily, taking Fenrir’s nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them, gazing up at his mate and daring him to challenge him.
“I’ll watch things here,” Jenson said as Fenrir stood up, taking Harry with him. He didn’t want to let his mate carry on where they were, in the middle of the territory, but he wasn’t going to discourage Harry either, and so they needed to find somewhere more private; he was thankful that Jenson seemed to understand that.
“If Lukas shows up, don’t let him leave,” Fenrir said as he turned and headed into the forest, taking a very happy and already half hard Harry with him.

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Littlepanther - Yes, that valentine's day chapter took us a few days to read through too, so don't worry you were in good company there. Glad you enjoyed it so much. Micha is such a sweetheart, we adore him so much, but yes, he has been through a lot in his life. Fenrir might take Harry out somewhere eventually, but no promises. :P Romy will get there in the end, but she is still a rather traumatised fourteen year old underneath it all, so bare with her. We have plans for Blaise, but what those plans are, you will have to wait and see, same for our plans with Nell.

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