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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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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 64 - Seeing Red
Fenrir sat with his back against a tree, both him and Harry completely naked, slick with sweat and the Alpha still knotted inside of his submissive. Harry was straddling Fenrir’s waist, his legs on either side of the older man’s hips. The submissive had rested his head upon his mate’s shoulder, nuzzling gently into Fenrir’s neck, enjoying simply being in his mate’s arms.
“This is nice,” Harry said quietly. “You’re going to come visit me in Hogsmeade, right? Because I am not waiting until the next full moon to be with you again.” He knew that there wasn’t technically another Hogsmeade weekend before the next full moon, but he would find a way to sneak out of the castle if he had to.
“Yes,” Fenrir said, reaching up to run his hands through his mate’s dark hair, nuzzling him back. Having Harry here, even for a few moments felt wonderful. He knew that they didn’t have much longer so he was determined to enjoy the time they had.
“You have such a way with words,” Harry said with a small chuckle as a shiver of cold ran through him and Fenrir’s arms tightened around him, trying to preserve the limited warmth they had. Fenrir was cursing not having the forethought to bring a blanket.
“I use the ones I need,” Fenrir stated. He had never really been one for saying more than what he viewed to be necessary; Harry and the rest of the pack seemed to have no trouble knowing what he meant most of the time, and had no trouble asking for elaboration when they didn’t.
Harry smiled to himself, his fingers making invisible patterns across his mate’s furred chest, most of the time he didn’t mind that his mate was a man of few words but it did bother him a little that the three words that Harry had admitted he felt for Fenrir were three words that the Alpha didn’t seem to think he needed.
“I don’t have much longer,” Harry said as he felt the knot begin to ease inside of him. Fenrir had not been gentle with him and he would certainly find it rather difficult to sit on the wooden benches in the Great Hall that evening but he had enjoyed it and the discomfort would be worth it. Even the teasing from his friends would be worth it.
“I know, little one,” Fenrir said, tilting his mate’s head up and claiming his lips in a passionate kiss, shifting himself until he was able to slip out of Harry without dislodging him from his position. Fenrir rather liked having Harry on his lap, straddling his waist.
“Come and be my snuggle bunny at school?” Harry asked sweetly. “We have our own forest room to sleep in, you can stay there; it would be almost like being here.”
“And who would protect our pack?” Fenrir asked in amusement.
“Jenson and Damon are pretty strong,” Harry mused. “Granted neither of them are you, Wolfie, but, with Lukas there to help as well, I am sure they would keep everyone and the territory safe.”
“Little one,” Fenrir chastised. It wasn’t that he disliked the idea of being there with his mate, but it was his place as Alpha to be in the territory, something that was even more important while the strays remained so close to their home.
“Yeah, I know, I know,” Harry said with a sigh, “but a guy can dream right?”
“We’ll meet in Hogsmeade,” Fenrir reminded him. He wouldn’t let them go long without seeing each other. “You’re cold,” he added, gently standing Harry up as he got to his feet, intending to clean them up a little and get them dressed, before his little mate’s shivering got worse.
As Harry turned to pick up his trousers from the ground nearby, Fenrir caught sight of the submissive’s hip, which had the start of several bruises. The realisation that he had been rougher with his mate than he had intended drew a growl from his throat, as he dropped down to his knees and pulled Harry back towards him again, so he could get a better look.
“Fenrir, I’m cold,” Harry complained, not sure why his mate was pulling him back into his arms, preventing him from being able to gather his clothing.
“You are also hurt,” Fenrir growled, angry at himself for allowing such a lack of control.
“I am?” Harry asked, looking down at where the Alpha was now gently running his fingers over the skin of his hips. “Oh, now look what you did, you great oaf,” he said with a laugh as he saw the slight purple tinge there. “And stop fretting, I’m fine,” he insisted.
“I want to see the rest of you,” the Alpha said, trying to turn Harry so that he could check him for other injuries.
“I think you’ve seen all of me several times over,” Harry said with exasperation trying to bat away his mate’s hands. “And that’s just this afternoon,” he added, giving Fenrir a pointed look. He had most definitely enjoyed all they had done, and the Alpha had seemed to make a point of being particularly thorough.
“Little one,” Fenrir said, his voice having a tone of warning; he couldn’t just let Harry’s injuries go, not until he had checked him over.
“Okay, fine, do what you must,” Harry said with a sigh, holding his hands up in surrender, and unfortunately allowing Fenrir to see the lighter bruises on his forearms. Another low growl rumbled from the Alpha’s throat at the sight of them; and Fenrir got Harry to turn around.
He had purposely marked his mate with love bites across his neck and shoulders, those the Alpha was rather proud of; however, the scrapes to Harry’s back, from the uneven and rocky ground, he was not so proud of. Sometimes he forgot that Harry could not tell him when he was hurting, especially when it involved something as every day as just lying on the ground. Granted he had been rougher than he should have been, something that was not easing his guilt, but it still frustrated him regardless.
“I have hurt you,” the Alpha said, as he turned Harry back around to face him.
“No, you gave me three freaking amazing orgasms is what you did,” Harry countered gently, prying Fenrir’s hands off of him and kneeling down next to him; holding Fenrir’s hands in his own, he kissed both of them, chuckling when he realised that they smelt of sex.
“You are hurt,” Fenrir said stubbornly, watching his mate curiously, not quite sure what Harry was doing.
“This is nothing, trust me; these are all just proof that I have an amazing lover who knows exactly what to do to keep me happy…” Harry told him, not about to let his mate stress himself over a few minor injuries that would heal pretty quickly. “And I am by the way, really, really happy,” he added with a grin. “So stop worrying and just help me get dressed because I’m seriously going to freeze my balls off in a minute.”
“Pick up your clothes,” the Alpha instructed, getting to his own feet and helping Harry up too.
“You just want to watch me bend over,” Harry said cheekily, deliberately sticking his bum in the air as he bent over to pick up his trousers, shirt, tie and jumper. He let out a yelp as the Alpha gave him a light swat. “We really don’t have time to play again, Wolfie,” he said with a laugh, “though that would be one way to warm me up.”
Harry turned so that he was facing his mate, encouraging Fenrir’s hands to go lower down his back and then to his bum where the Alpha squeezed at the firm, round globes. “And you can spank me any time you want,” Harry said in a whisper as he leaned up for a kiss, something Fenrir willing gave him, trying to hide just how much he was turned on by what Harry had just said.
“I will take you back to school,” Fenrir said firmly as he manoeuvred Harry slightly so that he could dress his young mate. If they remained naked for much longer, then they were not going to get Harry back before anyone noticed that he was missing.
Harry pulled his wand from one of the pockets in his clothes and gave it a quick wave. “Cleaning spell,” he explained when Fenrir frowned at him in confusion. “I didn’t want to waste the little time we have left with something so time consuming as a wash in the stream; plus we probably would have gotten distracted,” he added with a wink.
“Get dressed, little one,” the Alpha instructed. He had to agree with Harry about the likelihood of them getting distracted; he wouldn’t be able to resist the beautiful submissive much longer unless Harry actually put some clothes on.
“Not quite your usual orders, Wolfie,” Harry said, as he pulled his underwear on; he usually liked to go without it when in the territory, but he hadn’t exactly been planning to come there when he had got dressed that morning. “You probably should get dressed too,” he suggested as he pulled his trousers on; he would have much rather have been getting dressed into his usual jeans and jumper but he only had the uniform he had been wearing with him.
The Alpha grunted, pulling his jeans on, before shrugging the leather jacket back over his shoulders, his young mate just pulling shoes on by the time he was done. However, the sight of his young mate dressed did little to relieve how turned on he was. There was something about seeing Harry in his Hogwarts uniform that really flicked a switch in the Alpha male.
He was already hard again and it was a shame that they had run out of time to spend together in that way because at that moment he would have liked nothing more than to watch Harry get down on his knees and take his cock into his mouth. And that was a mental image that didn’t help the Alpha male in the slightest.
“What you thinking about, Wolfie?” Harry asked, eyeing the obvious erection, now encased in denim; just knowing that his mate was still hard for him made Harry not want to go back to school.
“You, little one,” Fenrir said, as he picked Harry up into his arms; he knew that soon his mate would have to return to Hogwarts and he wanted to keep him close for as long as he could.
“Awww, that was actually sweet, snuggle bunny,” Harry said, cuddling into his mate’s chest, relishing the warmth that the large man radiated, as Fenrir carried him back towards the clearing.
The first thing Harry noticed when they passed through the tree line, was that Micha was back; though he didn’t seem quite as upset, his fellow submissive had a serious sombre expression on his face and was sat watching the still unconscious Jaylon very closely. Damon was next to him, with a serious expression on his face as well and Micha leaning against him, as he ran his fingers through his mate’s hair.
“Put me down, Fen, I think I need a minute with Micha,” Harry said, pressing a kiss to the Alpha’s jaw, before Fenrir put him down on his feet a little reluctantly. “Don’t worry, I will make sure we get another cuddle before I have to leave,” he added, before heading over to where Damon and Micha were sat.
“Damon, can I have a minute with Micha?” Harry requested. He felt bad asking the dominant to move, but he would be leaving in half an hour or so and then the two of them could have all the time together that they wanted.
Damon looked up at him, slightly surprised to see Harry standing there next to him, watching Micha with worried eyes. He turned back to his mate. “Trouble,” he said gently, and the submissive turned to look at him and then up at Harry, giving him a sad smile. “You okay if Harry sits with you for a few minutes; I’ll just be over there next to Callie,” he added when Micha looked momentarily worried.
“Yeah, okay,” Micha said slowly, nodding his head and sitting up to let Damon leave. He wasn’t sure that he was ready for his mate to go anywhere just yet but Harry was almost as good as having his mate next to him and Harry could understand things that Damon just couldn’t.
“I promise, I won’t leave your sight,” Damon said, pressing a kiss to Micha’s temple before getting to his feet. “Be nice,” he said to Harry, placing a hand on the teenager’s shoulder for a moment, and headed off towards where Jenson was sat with a very tired looking Callie.
“Apparently I have to be nice,” Harry said with an exaggerated sigh, as he sat down in the spot that Damon had just vacated. “Shame because I was planning on being really mean,” he added sarcastically.
Micha chuckled. “It’s been a weird day,” he said, as he leant sideways and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder, his eyes drifting back to Jaylon.
Harry looked to the newcomer too. The young man looked too skinny and pale, a little worryingly so; it was hard to tell, while he was lying down, but Harry thought that Jaylon wasn’t much taller than he was, and he thought that the boy’s mousey brown hair looked as though it had not been cut, washed or even brushed in sometime.
“It’s weird having another male submissive here, huh,” Harry said, trying to reassure Micha that he knew how he was feeling about that. They had been the only two for a while, having another male submissive was going to be a little weird; especially for Harry, who knew why he had been bitten and brought here.
Micha nodded. It was definitely strange, given that he knew how rare male submissives were, the only other ones he had met were Tommy, in his old pack and Harry. “I know I shouldn’t, I mean look at him but…” Micha said, turning to give Harry a wry smile
“You were worried that you might have something to worry about?” Harry asked; he understood the instinct to be worried about the competition for their mates, it had been his gut reaction too when he first realised there was another male submissive in their pack.
Micha nodded again; looking a little ashamed of himself for this admission. He had been so worried for Jaylon initially, given the way they had found him, upset about the whole situation and the way submissives were treated; then there were all the memories that had come flooding back as soon as the adrenaline, from needing to get Jaylon out of that house, had worn off.
But he hadn’t been able to help the reflex panic when he had seen Damon watching Jaylon, the fear that made him wonder if his mate might prefer this other young man. He had even wondered, for a moment, if Damon liked fixing him, if now that he was doing so much better his dominant might want someone who really needed his help, who was so much worse off than Micha felt he had ever been; someone like Jaylon.
“I thought the same thing,” Harry said with a shrug; Fenrir had done a fair job of reassuring him, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t worried a little. “When it was just us two I had Fenrir and you had Damon, that was it, there was no one else to battle for the attention of the dominants; it worried me too.”
“He’s been through so much, worse than me; Damon seems to think that he’s probably suffered since he was a little kid,” Micha said sadly. “You should have seen where we found him.”
“You found him?” Harry asked; he had thought that Fenrir had sent them to ‘fetch him’, which he had thought meant they knew exactly where Jaylon was, but it sounded like there was more to the story than what the Alpha had shared; though Harry wasn’t particularly surprised by this.
“Yeah,” Micha confirmed, “Fenrir sent Damon and me to go and get him. I don’t think that he suspected that Jaylon was being treated like that,” he added; he really didn’t believe that their Alpha have left Jaylon in that house for one minute, if he had really known what was going on there.
“Fenrir can’t have known,” Harry said with confidence. “He’s a strict Alpha but he would never leave a kid to suffer if he knew that they were hurting.” He needed to believe it just as much as Micha did. Even with all he knew about Fenrir’s past, he knew beyond doubt that their Alpha cared very deeply for their pack, and being one of the children that he bit, Jaylon was one of their own.
“I don’t think he would either,” Micha agreed, knowing that Harry needed to hear that he didn’t think that their Alpha was capable of leaving a young child to suffer. “I don’t think anyone knew what was happening to him. It could have been either of us, Harry, that is what scares me; it could easily have been me,” he said with an undertone of panic to his voice, his eyes wide as he met Harry’s.
“Yeah,” Harry nodded in agreement, trying not to let Micha see how unsettling he found that idea. “But he still knew how people usually treat submissives, particularly male ones,” Harry pointed out with a frown a few seconds later. “And I don’t believe for a minute that, with that nose of his, he didn’t know what Jaylon was when he bit him.”
“There are so many questions,” Micha said with a sigh. Harry did make a good point, about wondering just how much Fenrir did know. “He just bit him and left him to fend for himself,” he added bitterly. He had been in that position for many years and knew how hard it was, how lonely, how dangerous; he was fairly sure that he wouldn’t have survived if he hadn’t had his mother watching over him. Not that he had told anyone else about that.
“He did the same with Clay and me, though I suppose he gave Clay to Damon” Harry pointed out, shaking his head. “Plus, apparently three others that will be joining us soon,” he went on, still not sure how he felt about what his mate had done in the name of his safety.
“Three?” Micha asked in disbelief. His mind was already filled with images of other young werewolves being kept in their own nightmarish prisons.
“That’s what he said,” Harry said with a shrug; he had no reason to think that his mate had lied, even if he hadn’t been particularly forthcoming with the information.
“Three like Jaylon?” Micha asked, wondering if the others were submissives too or if the others were dominants, if they were guys or girls, how old they were… there were just so many questions, and he found himself curious to meet them, despite all his worries.
“I don’t know, just three others about my age I think,” Harry said with a shrug; this plan to bring others into the pack was all the Alpha’s doing and he was fairly sure that Fenrir wouldn’t be telling them anything about the other until he was good and ready.
“If he bit so many… I mean there must have been reasons that he picked you as his mate, a reason why it was Clay who ended up with Damon and not any of the others, I just don’t understand,” Micha said with a sigh, frowning a little as all these questions went through his mind.
“Neither do I,” Harry said with a shrug. “I will never pretend to understand the reasons behind what that man does; I just love him. I trust him and that, for whatever reasons, he made his choices. I’m going to beat those reasons out of him one day if I have to,” Harry said, with a small smile, “but I do trust that, in his own, twisted way, he had a reason for what he did.”
“When you do decide to beat the answer out of him can I watch please?” Micha requested, managing to actually look genuinely amused; he was still fairly annoyed at Fenrir for his part in Jaylon’s fate and the prospect of watching Harry laying into the large Alpha wolf was appeasing that somewhat.
“I can do better than that,” Harry said with a smirk. “You can help.” The two submissives couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image that provoked; it would certainly be interesting if it ever happened.
“It’s time, little one,” Fenrir said coming up behind them, frowning at the fact that the two of them laughed even harder when he approached. Before Fenrir could drag his mate away, Harry flung his arms around Micha, hugging him for all that he was worth.
“I’ll come see you soon,” Harry said in a whispered promise, knowing that no matter how difficult it was, he was going to keep that promise.
Micha nodded his understanding as the two of them separated; they had just enough time to smile at one another before Fenrir had scooped Harry up off the ground and into his arms again.
“I know, I didn’t forget that I promised you a cuddle too, snuggle bunny,” Harry said with amusement, as he snuggled into his mate’s chest, inhaling his unique scent mixed with leather. He knew it well but still tried to burn it into his brain, knowing it might be a little while before he got to smell it again.
“We have to go,” Fenrir said and, at these words, Harry turned, from watching Damon returning to Micha’s side, to frown at the Alpha unhappily.
“We don’t have to go anywhere, Fen,” Harry said pointedly. “I got myself here, I can get myself back,” he added, when the Alpha looked confused. He was just going to apparate back to Lukas’ house and take the floo to Professor Lupin’s office from there; not exactly a dangerous journey.
“No, I will take you,” Fenrir insisted; he not only wanted to stay with his mate for as long as possible and ensure that Harry got back to school safely, but also wanted a quick word with Lupin.
“Really, and risk having to see Lukas getting it on with his girlfriend?” Harry asked with amusement, though he was really trying not to think about what he had accidentally seen; it had been enough to be really sure just how gay he was.
“They will be finished by now,” Fenrir told him; it had been hours since Harry had been at Lukas’ house and it wasn’t likely that they would still be having sex after all this time, and the Alpha definitely wasn’t about to avoid Lukas’ home just in case they were.
“How do you know, Wolfie? Lukas could have stamina, he could last hours; or is it a general rule that no one can last as long as the big bad Alpha?” Harry asked with a grin. “Maybe they have just gone back for round two after a few hours rest,” he added thoughtfully.
“Enough, little one,” the Alpha ordered, as they headed passed the tree line towards the apparition point.
“Or what?” Harry asked cheekily, looking deliberately innocent as he let the tips of his fingers brush over the Alpha’s nipples. He already knew that there was no talking his mate out going with him to Hogwarts, so he was just going to go with it; it meant an extra few minutes cuddled into the Alpha’s chest anyway.
“Carry on and you’ll find out,” Fenrir growled, his jeans getting uncomfortably tight as his devious little mate teased him, something which Harry was very proficient at.
“Don’t tempt me, snuggle bunny,” Harry said with a chuckle. “If you issue the challenge then I won’t be going back to school till the morning. I can think of so many scenarios that can happen and end up with us both naked all over again.”
“Harry…” the Alpha warned; as appealing as the idea of them both being naked again was, they had already been over the fact that they didn’t have time and he had no wish to hash that out again; it would only make him more reluctant to let his mate return to Hogwarts.
“Okay, okay,” Harry conceded, with a roll of his eyes. “But you’re still my snuggle bunny and you really don’t have to take me back,” he added, deciding to give it one last ditch effort, despite knowing it was in vain.
“I will take you back,” Fenrir stated, just as the submissive had predicted.
Harry just rolled his eyes as they reached the apparition point. He was still being carried by his large and rather overbearing mate, not that Harry was complaining, of course; he rather liked the feeling of being safe and secure in his mate’s arms.
FGHP
Remus was back in his office, working at his desk; he was definitely a little concerned that Harry had not returned yet. However, he trusted that Clayton and Romy knew their friend and pack brother, and so had little choice but to believe that Harry would return to the school before dinner time, which was in a little over half an hour. He knew that both Romy and Clay would make an appearance before dinner and there would be enough worrying going on then, if Harry wasn’t back, so he tried his best to contain his own, at least for the moment.
He had been glancing towards the fireplace on a frequent basis and yet, when the flames suddenly turned green and Fenrir Greyback stepped through with Harry in his arms, it still caught him off guard. The professor, almost knocked his chair over in his haste to stand up, and the greeting of ‘Alpha’ was passed his lips before he could stop it. Internally he cursed himself and his inner wolf for already accepting Fenrir Greyback as his Alpha.
“Do not let him leave the school alone,” Fenrir said grumpily, literally putting Harry into Lupin’s arms, the professor looking rather startled to find himself with his arms suddenly full of the teenager. “Protect him,” Fenrir said sternly, giving Remus a rather harsh glare.
“Fen!” Harry protested, looking every bit as put out by being handed over to his professor in such a way, as Remus was about being handed him. “He didn’t exactly let me leave,” the submissive said in defence of his professor, giving Remus an embarrassed smile as he was put back on his own two feet.
“I will keep my floo locked in future,” Remus said firmly, giving Harry a very stern look to show the teenager that he really was not impressed by his antics. He certainly wouldn’t be making the same mistake of making things quite that easy for the teenager again. He was sure that Harry would try it again at some point if he didn’t take action to prevent it; at least if he locked his floo then Harry would have to ask permission before using it.
“I really wanted to see you,” Harry said, going to Fenrir and wrapping his arms around his mate’s waist, trying to ignore the fact that his professor had literally been holding him a few seconds earlier. Fenrir, without a moment of hesitation, wrapped his arms around Harry, returning the embrace. “And you had fun,” Harry added, looking up at his mate, feeling and even looking a little smug at this fact.
“Not the point, little one,” Fenrir said, pressing his lips against his submissive’s. “Behave,” he instructed, knowing that it was futile to ask such a thing of the teenager, especially when Harry was a walking disaster most of the time. However, he knew that he would rest easier knowing that Harry wasn’t running off all over the place without him knowing.
“Fine, I will contact you or one of the pack, or get Clay or Remus to go with me in future,” Harry agreed, sounding rather frustrated with this, but knowing that his mate wouldn’t be appeased until he conceded the point. “Not least because I don’t need to see Lukas like that ever again,” he added under his breath.
Thankfully Lukas had been fully clothed when they had reached his house, and his girlfriend had been nowhere in sight; Fenrir had still made it very clear that Lukas was in trouble though and sternly told the young man to stay where he was and that he would deal with him after taking Harry back to school. If Harry didn’t know how protective Fenrir was of their pack, he might have been concerned for Lukas’ safety.
“Harry!” a familiar voice suddenly called out from near the door, and Harry had barely enough time to turn from his mate, to look towards the person who had spoken, before he found himself being hugged by Romy.
“Don’t you EVER do that again!” Clayton said angrily storming across the room. “I tried to stop him, Alpha,” he said, though he was still glaring at Harry, his arms crossed over his chest, as though resisting the urge to hit his best friend over the head.
Romy, however, saved him the trouble because she pulled back from her hug and hit Harry on the arm. “Sorry, Alpha, but he deserved that,” she added quickly, looking to Fenrir, realising that perhaps hitting Harry in front of his mate was not the wisest move.
“Agreed,” Fenrir said, looking at Harry with a stern expression; it was obvious that Romy had not, inflicted actual harm on his young mate, and so he let it slide.
“They really did try to stop me,” Harry admitted, giving his pack siblings an apologetic smile. He felt bad for having run off on them when they had come with him to see Lupin without protest, and he certainly didn’t want Fenrir blaming them for his actions. “Don’t be mad at them, Wolfie, it was all my doing.”
“I know,” Fenrir said in a deep voice, that made Harry very aware that his mate was still not best pleased with his actions, but the submissive was at least glad that Clay, Romy and Professor Lupin were not in trouble.
Harry wasn’t overly worried about being in trouble himself, either; if Fenrir was truly angry then they wouldn’t have just had mind blowing sex. Even though the Alpha male wasn’t best pleased with what had happened, Harry knew that Fenrir was just happy to have had a chance to see him, to connect with him and to know that he was okay.
Harry was rather proud of himself that they had even avoided talking about Dumbledore and what the annoying headmaster had hinted at in front of Fenrir when they had been dropped back at school after the full moon. He really didn’t feel ready to talk to Fenrir about the vow yet, and he knew that Clay hadn’t told Damon yet either, or, if he had, Damon was yet to share the information with Fenrir. Either way, the Alpha was in the dark about it and Harry was content for it to stay that way for the time being.
“I think that you three should be going to dinner before you are missed,” Remus said firmly to the three pups. Romy and Clay had gravitated towards Harry and Fenrir, clearly wanting to be close to their Alpha. All three pups looked to Fenrir now, as if waiting for him to confirm that this was what they should do.
It would have irked Remus rather a lot had he not just greeted Fenrir by acknowledging him as Alpha. He knew the pull to belong in a pack, he could feel it as he stood with the formidable werewolf, his mate and the pups of his pack. The urge to join them was strong but he hadn’t made the decision yet.
“Go,” Fenrir agreed with a nod of his head. Romy and Clay nodded, moving closer to the door, only stopping when Harry didn’t make any move to follow them, instead staying close to Fenrir, looking a little uncertain. “Little one?” the Alpha questioned gently.
“You’ll come and see me soon or I can go home again and see you, right?” Harry asked. He felt as if there was a huge black hole of despair inside of his heart now that he was faced with the prospect of saying goodbye to his mate yet again. The next time he knew for certain he would see the Alpha was the next full moon, which was over three and a half weeks away. Harry wasn’t sure that he could go that long without seeing his mate, being with him.
“I will see you soon, little one,” Fenrir said firmly, reaching down to brush his fingers over his mate’s cheeks, unsure of what to do now that he could see tears welling in the stunning emerald orbs. He didn’t like tears, he never knew what to do with them, in his mind they were a fairly useless reaction to sadness; they never made you feel any better.
“I love you, snuggle bunny,” Harry said, trying to smile though a stray tear escaped down his cheek as he flung his arms around his mate’s neck and hugged him. Fenrir returned the embrace holding Harry close to him, inhaling his scent for a moment before drawing him into a rather intense kiss that lasted for several minutes before they came up for air.
“Go,” Fenrir ordered as he released his mate, ushering him forward to where Romy and Clayton were waiting. The two other pups took Harry between them and held him as Fenrir gave a curt nod to Remus, who returned the gesture, before going to the fireplace.
In a flare of emerald green flame Fenrir Greyback had returned to his pack to deal with Lukas and to tend to Jaylon. He had a lot that he had to sort out at home and Harry knew this, he had been selfish to go back to the territory today but he had needed to see his mate. Harry had convinced himself that he had to go so that Fenrir had known he was alright after the aconite had so badly burnt his hands but really he had wanted to go because being separated from Fenrir was getting harder with each passing day.
“Harry,” Remus began, wanting to tell the youngster off for what he had done but not finding it in himself to be able to. Harry was upset, in tears and having to be at the school, without his mate was clearly having an adverse effect on the teenager; and that was before he considered everything that Dumbledore was piling on top of him. It was remarkable that the poor boy didn’t have a complete mental breakdown.
“I get it,” Harry said with a small sniffle, “I did wrong, I’m sorry, all of you. I am sorry, but I had to see him, I miss him so much… I just had to,” he finished, tears falling freely down his cheeks as he spoke.
Romy cuddled into him from his left side, Clay from the right and the two of them just held their pack brother, knowing just how much he was suffering. Remus looked on with sympathy; once upon a time he had felt that way about Sirius, he had made the decision to leave the man he had claimed as his mate and go in search of answers, it had been the hardest thing he had ever had to do.
“It’s alright,” Remus said with a sigh. “Just, next time, ask me first and I will be happy to escort you. Why don’t you three go and get some dinner, I will follow shortly,” he added, fully intending to lock the floo before he did anything else.
FGHP
“So where did you end up for the last two classes?” Theo asked as Harry, Romy and Clayton took a seat at the Slytherin table. Draco too looked up from his dinner with interest at this question. Daphne threw them a rather nasty look before returning to her conversation with Pansy.
“I went home,” Harry told his friends truthfully, not seeing the point in lying about it, not when it was fairly obvious that he had been involved in some rather intimate one on one time. Both Romy and Clayton had commented on the many love bites that were covering his neck, the highest one just on his jaw line and impossible to conceal with his shirt and tie.
“Just like that, you went home?” Theo asked with wide eyed awe. “And no one stopped you?”
“It was a spur of the moment thing,” Harry said with a shrug as he started to help himself to dinner. He noticed that Romy didn’t start to gather her own food until he was done putting food on his own plate and Clay waited even longer, until Romy was done. He had never consciously noticed this happening before, he wasn’t entirely sure it had happened before, if he were honest, and it struck him as a little odd.
“What’s with the weird eating pattern?” Draco asked, looking between the three of them oddly. Despite all of their rather peculiar behaviour this was something that he had never seen before.
Romy, Harry and Clayton all looked to each other, the boys conceding the point and allowing Romy to explain, knowing that she was going to do the better job of it. Also Harry wasn’t exactly pleased about the three of them suddenly reinforcing pack hierarchy here at Hogwarts. Before they had been equals and it hadn’t mattered, but something had shifted and it seemed that they were growing up and starting the transition from pups to fully fledged pack members; it was something Harry couldn’t fight or argue against.
“It’s our places in the pack,” Romy said in a hushed whisper, looking around to see if there was anyone around that might be attempting to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Harry, as the Alpha’s mate, eats first,” she explained. “My Dad is the Beta wolf of the pack so I eat second, and Clayton, as Omega, must wait until we have had our fill before he can eat.”
“You’ve never done that before,” Theo observed as Harry and Romy started to eat. Clayton, however, waited, despite the food being in front of him.
“My birthday is in three months,” Clay said with a sigh, “I’ll no longer be considered a pup, we’ll all start taking more note of the hierarchy of the pack now.”
“For goodness sake just eat, Clay,” Harry said, finding it rather tiresome that he was going to have to sit around and wait for Clay to be finished because their DNA told them he wasn’t allowed to start until they had finished and eaten everything that they wanted.
“But Romy is younger,” Draco said, clearly his interest piqued. “How come she is suddenly obeying the hierarchy?”
“A sign of respect,” Clayton said, meeting Romy’s eyes. “She doesn’t have to yet as she’s a year younger than us but I’m the Omega, the bottom of the pile so I show her the respect she deserves.”
“Also you’re madly in love with her,” Harry pointed out as he shifted a little on the wooden bench, finding it difficult to get comfortable. He could still feel his mate inside of him; it was a good feeling but it made sitting down on solid objects rather uncomfortable.
“Before you three start baiting and teasing each other, can we have a serious discussion?” Draco asked as Romy opened her mouth to say something, more than likely to protest being madly in love with anyone.
“About what?” Harry asked, not entirely sure that he was up to much in the way of serious discussions after the afternoon that he had had.
“I’ve been thinking about this whole Ministry issue that you have been thinking about,” Draco began, only to receive a rather stern and disapproving glare from Romy. She really didn’t want to be discussing this, thinking that it was a bad idea. Her involvement was going to go as far as keeping the four idiots alive and that was it.
“I want nothing to do with this,” she said rather aggressively as she threw down her fork on the table. “If you four want to be idiots, then so be it but I won’t have any part of it.”
“I thought you were going to help plan and then stay here?” Theo asked, thinking that that had been the plan they had discussed four days ago in the Slytherin dormitory.
“And I will, but not now, not today and certainly not here,” she said getting to her feet and heading for the exit. Clay was on his feet at once, taking hold of her wrist and stopping her from storming off.
“Don’t go off on your own,” he said softly. “How about I come with you? We can go to the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff Quidditch match together, just the two of us. I’m sure Harry will be alright with Draco and Theo; won’t you Harry?” Clay asked, turning to look at his best friend who shrugged and nodded.
“And you won’t do anything stupid, Harry,” Romy asked, “you’ll stay with Draco and Theo, you won’t leave the castle or do anything that Fenrir would frown upon you doing?”
“I promise,” Harry said smiling at her choice of words.
Romy, accepting Harry at his word, turned back to Clayton, looking at him somewhat suspiciously. “This isn’t a date though, right?” she asked.
“Nope, just two friends going to a Quidditch match, there will be no date like qualities, I promise,” Clay said, smiling at her happily, knowing that she was about to agree to go with him, just the two of them. Even though it wasn’t a date it was certainly a step in the right direction in Clay’s mind.
“No kissing?” Romy asked, still a little uncertain.
“I won’t even hold your hand unless you want me to,” Clay said, making a show of putting his hands into his pockets and grinning at her.
“Oh alright, let’s go,” Romy said with a smile; no sooner had the agreement left her lips did Clay began to grin like a Cheshire cat, everything about him practically glowing with happiness. Romy simply rolled her eyes as she resumed heading towards the exit, Clayton falling into step beside her.
As Harry watched them go he grinned, sure that he saw Romy reach out and lace her fingers with Clayton so that the two of them were holding hands.
“So,” Harry said, turning back to Draco and Theo, “what did you want to talk to me about?”
FGHP
The match had been rather dull overall; Hufflepuff had slaughtered Gryffindor. Clay and Romy had of course been cheering for Hufflepuff between the moments where Clay wasn’t explaining what was going on to Romy. Despite her vast knowledge and intelligence, she knew very little about Quidditch; though she had read a rather interesting book on the history of the sport, and she made a mental note to lend it to Clay if she could find it again.
The sport had never interested her much and therefore she had never bothered to learn much about it. She had come to watch Harry play and she could recognize that he was good but it did make her smile as Clayton rather enthusiastically explained each move the players made and all the rules as they were broken by a couple of the Gryffindor’s playing a little dirty. It was clear that no one had expected it of the Gryffindors; usually it was the Slytherins who resorted to underhand tactics, though now that they had Harry on their team as seeker they didn’t have to.
Romy did admit, just as the match was coming to an end and Cedric, who played as the Hufflepuff seeker, caught the snitch, that she had never been on a broom before. She found it rather sweet when Clay forewent any mention of sexual innuendo and offered to take her flying when the weather got a little warmer and teach her how to fly.
“Alright,” she agreed with a smile, as they got up to leave. The Hufflepuff students, who had come to watch the match, were in a joyous uproar over winning the match and it was all getting rather noisy. It had been a long day and the three pups were to move into their forest classroom this evening, so the two of them started to head back to the castle.
Romy felt a little bad for her surprise at how respectful Clay had been. She linked her arm through his, rubbing her hands together against the cold of the February night, smiling fondly up at him, when he looked at her curiously. “You’re warm,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
Clay looked sceptical, but allowed it none-the-less, not about to pass up a chance to have Romy tucked into his side so very willingly. He had just opened his mouth to ask her if she wanted to join him in the kitchens for a drink of some kind, when Romy suddenly lurched forward with a shout of shock.
“Romy!” Clay cried out, half managing to catch his pack sister and helping her back up, but her attention wasn’t on him but rather several Gryffindors who had been walking behind them.
“You really are a complete arsehole, Weasley,” Romy said bitterly, trying to brush the dirt from her robes and Clay was drying to desperately make sure that she was okay.
It was her words that helped Clay move passed his concern for Romy, taking in the sight of Ron Weasley standing there, with his wand out and looking smug. To one side of the redhead, as always, Dean Thomas stood, ready to jump in too, though on Ron’s other side, Seamus was looking less pleased.
“You BASTARD!” Clay roared, releasing his gentle hold on Romy and rounding on his housemates. “I’ll kill you!” he added as he pulled back his fist; however, as Ron predictably raised his hands to defend his face, Clay kicked out with his foot, deliberately catching the other boy between the legs.
Ron let out a howl, at the pain that shot through him in an area that he hadn’t been expecting, as his body crumpled to the ground.
“Ron,” Dean said, crouching down next to his friend, obviously worried about him and not really knowing if there was anything he could do to help him.
"You can fire every spell at me you can think of, but stay the fuck away from Romy," Clay hissed, before he landed another swift kick to the teenager rolling around on the floor clutching at his groin.
“You’ll pay for this, Danes”, Dean said, getting his wand out and pointing it directly at Clay; several other Gryffindors around him, doing the same.
“Don’t even think about it,” Romy said, stepping up to Clay’s side, her own wand drawn. “There is a reason I was put in Ravenclaw, and I am pretty sure that I can deal with at least half of you before you could get a single spell off.”
“Stay out of this, girly,” one of the other Gryffindors, who Romy believed to be a friend of Colin Creevey’s, said angrily. “This is between us and this Gryffindor traitor here,” he said, gesturing at Clay.
“Traitor?” Clay asked incredulously, his own hand gripping the end of his wand, ready to pull it out quickly if it came to it. “Fuck that! Fuck you all if that’s what you think!”
“And Weasley brought me into this when he attacked me, completely unprovoked,” Romy pointed out.
“You’re a traitor, spending all your time with those Slytherins,” Ron hissed from where he was still lying on the ground, cradling himself. “They killed my sister, killed my best friend!”
“No, they bloody well didn’t,” Seamus shouted suddenly, throwing his arms up in the air, taking everyone by surprise as he stepped passed Romy and Clay, storming back up towards the castle. A Gryffindor girl, who Romy though might have been called Rionach, looked around for a moment before hurrying off after him.
“What he said,” Clay said a bit lamely, gesturing in the direction of where Seamus had gone.
“Harry, Draco, Theo, nor any of the other Slytherins in the school for that matter, had anything to do with what happened to your sister or friend,” Romy said, with a sad kindness. “It was horrible, what happened, and I really am sorry for your loss… all of your losses,” she added, addressing the gathered students, “but how about you stop blaming every Slytherin you come across just because one completely insane man did something so incomprehensibly dreadful.”
“You don’t know anything about it!” Dean insisted, helping Ron back up to his feet.
“I know we’re leaving,” Romy said, taking Clay by the arm when it looked like her pack brother was about to start using physical violence again. “Let it go, Clay, we are better than them,” she said.
Though apparently she hadn’t spoken quiet enough because a second later Ron shouted, “You’re not better than anyone!” Romy had only half managed to turn around when a spell hit her hard, knocking her to the ground.
Clay saw red as he saw his pack sister fall. He charged at Ron, sending the red head’s wand flying as he started pummelling Ron as hard as he could. He could take everything the Gryffindor's could dole out, but he wouldn’t let them hurt his family; he loved Romy with his whole heart and the bastard under his fists had deliberately attacked her, not once, but twice.
Around him he was vaguely aware of lots of shouting, lots of movement, and several hands were trying to pull him backwards away from Ron, but he just shoved them off as he continued to swing his fists. He was not sure he had ever been so angry in his life, but he wanted to make sure that Ron could never hurt her again, even if that meant the little bastard’s death.
“MR DANES!” a voice roared, clearly horrified. “STOP THIS AT ONCE!”
Clay did no such thing, fighting harder even as more people tried to get hold of him, his werewolf strength and stamina made even more dangerous by the adrenaline flooding his body. He barely even heard his name being screamed, the demands for him to stop, but his eyes went wide with shock as he felt a spell hit him, darkness encroaching as he lost consciousness.
FGHP
“I heard you talking at dinner,” Daphne said, taking a seat beside Draco. He was sat a little way away from where Harry was quietly reading, both of them taking advantage of the fact that the majority of the Slytherins had gone to watch the Quidditch match. For a Wednesday evening the common room was peaceful or at least as peaceful as it was ever going to be and Draco didn’t appreciate being disturbed.
“Eavesdropping isn’t polite, Daphne,” Draco said, not taking his eyes from his book as he flicked over the page.
“And risking your life on one of Harry’s Prince’s ridiculous schemes is foolish,” Daphne snapped back, though keeping her voice quiet given that Harry himself was not far from them. “I did not think you such an imbecile, Draco,” she added; there was a tone of pleading in her voice that made Draco lift his head slowly to give her pointed look.
“You are entitled to whatever opinion you like, Daphne,” Draco drawled casually, going back to reading his book, hoping that she would get the message and leave him alone. He could see Harry in the corner of his eye, smirking into his book, clearly enjoying doing his own bit of eavesdropping.
“I am just concerned, Draco,” she said, grasping his arm, trying to get him to look at her again. She didn’t understand why Draco was so insistent on helping Harry with whatever it was he was up to; she understood that they were friends, but this was not the Draco she knew, who had always had such a well-tuned sense of self-preservation. She didn’t know how to talk to this rather reckless version of her friend.
“There is no need to be concerned,” Draco said in a rather bored tone, barely acknowledging her at all. He could appreciate the fact that she was concerned; however, he didn’t need her worrying over him like this or attempting to convince him not to help Harry. There was nothing she could do or say that would stop him from helping take down Voldemort because the sooner it was done the sooner he, his mother and Brax would be safe.
“Yes there is, especially when Harry Prince is involved,” Daphne said with a shake of her head. Harry had clearly changed Draco, and not for the better in her opinion. In truth, she didn’t mind the three werewolves but she knew that there were rather a bad influence on Draco and Theo; it was why she had fought so hard to keep her little sister away from their antics.
“It almost sounds as though you don’t actually want the Dark Lord dead,” Draco said pointedly, looking up from his book to glare at her.
“Of course I want him dead,” Daphne said very quietly, glancing around to make sure there really was no one around. “But I just don’t see why it has to involve you in anyway,” she added with an annoyed huff, crossing her arms over her chest as Draco resumed ignoring her.
“Someone has to help Harry,” Draco said. “I am just playing my part, I can give him access to the Dark Lord in a way that others can’t. I don’t expect you to understand; clearly you are more suited to your role as just a stereotypical, nosey, Slytherin girl.” Draco knew that it was cruel to taunt her in this way, but he was done with this conversation and he hoped that she would pick up on that. He did consider her a friend but she was starting to annoy him with her constant need to try and protect him.
“I might not be Romy Howard, but I am more than you give me credit for, Draco,” Daphne said, getting to her feet. “And don’t deny it; I have seen the way you look at her.” Draco thought that he heard a slight undertone of sadness in her voice as she said this.
He knew that she liked him, the Valentine’s day card she had given him had been proof enough of that. It was just that he wasn’t sure that he liked Daphne in the way that she liked him, it wasn’t something that he had ever given a great deal of thought to. Draco had never seen her as anything more than a friend; though granted, there were very few people that he trusted, or there had been before Harry Prince had shown up at the school, and she had been one of those few.
“Then perhaps you should consider behaving like this person you are claiming to be,” Draco suggested, ignoring the comment about Romy; Daphne could believe what she wanted to, it was not like he could do anything about her jealousy, if that was what it was. As far as he was concerned, nothing was ever going to happen between him and Daphne; and he and Romy had put their mutual attraction behind them, they were friends now, but nothing more.
“Harry!” Theo called out, as he barged in through the entrance to the common room. Daphne, Draco and Harry all turned to look at him, and saw their friend hurrying over to them, red in the face and out of breath, looking as though he had run there.
“What is it?” Harry asked, panic stricken at the sight of Theo so flustered, getting to his feet as his friend took a moment to catch his breath so that he could speak, keeping everyone on edge as they waited.
“It’s Clay and Romy, they’re in the hospital wing,” Theo managed to get out and in an instant several things happened, Harry and Draco dropped the books that they were reading without a second thought. Theo turned to leave the room again as Harry and Draco followed, all three of them running to reach the hospital wing as fast as they could. Daphne looking rather startled at how quickly they had all left, shaking her head in disbelief at how much the three werewolves clearly meant to Draco and Theo.
FGHP
“What the hell happened?” Harry demanded as he charged into the hospital wing, Draco and Theo following in his wake. The sight that met his eyes made him want to laugh; Romy was awake and seemed fine, demanding that she get closer to Clayton. Harry didn’t laugh though because Clay was unconscious in the bed next to hers.
“Harry!” Romy said as the medi-witch battled to keep her in her own bed.
“Mr Prince, if you are not injured I must insist that you leave,” Madame Pomfrey said, clearly having had enough and looking highly stressed.
“Like hell,” Harry snapped at her as he reached Romy, throwing his arms around her and just holding her. “Are you okay?” Harry asked as Draco and Theo reached them, the medi-witch scowling at all of them before turning back to Clay, her wand drawn.
“I’m fine,” Romy said, tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched Madame Pomfrey turn and begin to tend to an unconscious Clayton.
“What happened?” Draco asked, clearly concerned as he watched Harry help Romy off the hospital bed she had been sat on and move closer to Clayton, much to the irritation of Madame Pomfrey, who reminded them that Romy needed to rest and that she was still in shock.
“Weasley, he hit me with a spell and Clay just lost it,” Romy said, trying to wipe away the tears as she clung to Harry, needing him there for support; Harry’s grip around her tightened, knowing that she needed him to just hold her.
“Yeah, wow, he looks to be in a bad way,” Theo said, motioning over to the other side of the ward where Ron was lying in a bed all on his own, swollen and bloody. He had no idea what had happened to Ron’s friends, but Theo was fairly sure that they hadn’t been hurt badly, so he supposed that the nurse had likely sent them away, as she had tried to do with Harry.
“Fuck him,” Harry said with a snarl, “I swear to Merlin that if Clay is hurt I’ll kill him myself.”
“Mr Danes is fine, he’ll wake up any minute; Professor McGonagall packs quite a punch with her stunning spells is all, now if you’ll excuse me,” Madame Pomfrey said rather curtly, turning to leave the five of them, to go and deal with Ron, who was currently far more in need of her care.
The moment that the nurse had gone, Romy and Harry were at Clay’s bed in an instant, climbing onto it and surrounding him, wrapping their arms around him and just holding him. Romy started crying all over again, her head resting upon Clay’s chest as she clutched at the front of his robes.
Draco and Theo stood, watching on helplessly, not really knowing what to do but knowing that they wanted to be there; they wanted to know that Clayton was alright but couldn’t really see what they could do to help. There wasn’t enough space on the bed for the three that were on their already and that was what gave Draco the idea.
“Theo, move a second, let me move the bed so there is more space for them,” Draco instructed, removing his wand from within his robes. Luckily Madame Pomfrey was too busy tending to Ron and his injuries to notice or care what they were doing.
Theo, understanding what Draco was trying to do, moved out of the way and even took out his wand to help. Between the two of them they pushed the two beds together. Draco added a sticking spell to the bases of them to make sure they didn’t move; he thought it would be just typical for one of the three werewolves to fall down between the two beds.
“Thanks,” Harry said, giving Draco a grateful smile, as he shuffled over onto the other bed and pulled out his wand to levitate Clay over a little; it made him think of the time he and Clay had cast that spell on each other while up a tree, and a sound halfway between a chuckle and a sob escaped his throat as he cuddled back into his friend’s side.
“I can’t believe how angry he was, Harry,” Romy said, as she shuffled over, tucking herself back into Clay’s side too.
“I can,” Harry said softly. “If Ron hurt you… I think we should count ourselves lucky that Clay didn’t kill him.”
“I think he meant to,” Romy said sadly, finding it hard to believe that Clay would go that far for her.
“Pretty sure if McGonagall hadn’t stunned him, then he would have,” Theo added, looking a little alarmed by the prospect; it wasn’t as though he cared for Ron at all, but that didn’t mean he wanted him dead.
“Thank you for getting me out of there, by the way, Theo,” Romy said, turning to look at their friend, who was standing slightly awkwardly near the end of their bed.
“It was mostly Luna,” Theo said, “but we weren’t exactly about to leave you there unconscious in the middle of a brawl. It was madness; I think that there were at least half a dozen people trying to pull Clay off of Weasley, and half the students were fighting in one way or another.”
“Doesn’t seem like anyone else managed to get knocked out,” Draco said, looking around the medical wing, as though more injured students might have appeared there while he wasn’t paying attention.
“Well mostly it was the shouting and shoving kind of fighting,” Theo explained. “It was only really Clay who was trying to do any serious harm, I think. Though Ron obviously managed to get a few hits off,” he added, gesturing to Clay’s split lip.
“I wish I had been there,” Harry said, feeling so bad that he hadn’t been there to help his pack siblings defend themselves.
“I am very glad you weren’t,” Romy countered with a glare.
“How did it even start… what happened?” Draco asked, looking at Romy expectantly.
“Gryffindor lost the match, they weren’t exactly in good moods,” Theo said with a shrug. There had been a lot of disgruntled Gryffindors at the match, but Ron had just decided to take it out on Clayton rather than dealing with it rationally.
“I swear they’re all Neanderthals,” Draco said with a sigh.
“Romy,” Harry said gently, “he’s going to be okay.”
“I know, it’s just… he’s meant to be so strong, he isn’t meant to be like this, not ever,” Romy said quietly. “He’s not meant to get hurt.”
“Pomfrey said it was just McGonagall’s stunning spell, he isn’t really hurt, just unconscious,” Harry pointed out. “And I am sure he will be perfectly happy to let you take care of him when the lazy arse does wake up.”
“Who you calling lazy?” Clay asked with a groan as he opened his eyes, squinting a little as he adjusted to light of the room around him and tried to sit up, something that was made to be impossible as Romy flung herself on him, hugging him for all he was worth.
Uncertain and a little confused, Clay returned the hug; he might not have known what was going on or what had happened but the relief that he felt from Romy was intense and he knew that she needed the reassurance.
“Don’t you ever scare us like that again!” Romy said withdrawing from the embrace and smacking Clay quite forcefully on the arm.
“Okay, firstly, ouch, and secondly, I have no idea what happened, care to fill in the blanks?” Clay asked, looking to Harry, Draco and Theo as Romy rested her head against Clay’s shoulder again, relieved that he was awake.
“Yeah, sure, you mean like how you went all berserker on Ron Weasley,” Theo said, causing Clay to look his way, realising that the two other Slytherins were there for the first time.
“Really?” Clay asked, turning to look at Romy for confirmation.
“Apparently,” Romy said with a nod, “but I was out cold for the entire thing, thanks to whatever Weasley hit me with. Luna and Theo spotted me and got me safe,” she added, when Clay looked as though he was about to panic.
“I honestly don’t remember any of it,” Clay said, looking between them with genuine concern. “Well… just noise and anger, I think… did someone hit me with a stunner?” he asked with a puzzled expression.
“Yeah, McGonagall,” Harry told him. “You can thank her for you not being charged with murder,” he added, glancing down the medical wing to where the nurse was still fussing over Ron.
“That bad?” Clay asked and all four of the others nodded. “Well fuck, I am going to be in some serious trouble now. Dad is going to be so mad at me.”
“On the plus side, Fen and Jenson will probably be proud of you for defending Romy,” Harry added with a wry smile, knowing that Clay was right about Damon’s inevitable fury.
“You don’t get it,” Romy said with a frown, clearly upset, “he almost killed someone. Dumbledore isn’t likely to just let Clay stay here now.”
“We’ll figure it out, Romy,” Harry said, reaching across Clay to grasp her hand in his. “I am not going to let Dumbledore throw him out.”
“You can’t just keep demanding things, and expecting Dumbledore to just fold,” Romy said with exasperation. “He is going to have concerns that Clay will hurt someone again, concerns you aren’t going to be able to just wish away.”
“Would you two like me to get out of your way so you can talk about me without me getting in the way?” Clay asked sarcastically, looking between Harry and Romy. “It’s not like it’s me that was actually supposed to be in this bed or anything.”
“Clay we’re trying to be realistic,” Romy scolded him lightly. She knew that he was just trying to lighten the mood with a little humour but she wasn’t going to just let him pretend that nothing had happened, because the school staff sure weren’t about to.
“I won’t stay here if Clay is expelled,” Harry said to them both, with complete seriousness. He had no doubt that the headmaster would try to use this to remove Clay from Hogwarts, as he had tried to do with Romy, using the hunters and her biological parents, but he wasn’t going to let Dumbledore take away the small part of his family that he was actually able to have with him at school.
“You can’t just leave,” Draco said; he had stayed quiet, wanting to give the three of them a chance to talk but he couldn’t stand by and say nothing when it sounded as though Harry would just walk away. Draco felt his heart clench with worry, knowing that his family’s lives probably depended on what Harry was there to do; though he realised a second later that the vow almost certainly wouldn’t let Harry leave anyway.
“I know I can’t,” Harry said, “but I can call Dumbledore’s bluff.” He had accepted the fact that there was no getting out of what he had to do, and that that meant he had to be at Hogwarts, but he didn’t think he would be able to cope through it all without his best friend at his side. “Besides,” he added, “Fen would never let me stay here without Clay.”
“He might, if he knew about the vow,” Clay said quietly. The Alpha would agree to Harry staying if it was the only way to ensure the vow didn’t kill him, but Clay knew Fenrir would be furious with the situation if it came to that; and with him for having got himself expelled. But Clay would still tell the whole pack about the vow if that was what it took to make sure Harry did what he had to do to stay alive.
“You didn’t tell Damon?” Romy asked with surprise. She had assumed that as some point during their time at home, Clay had managed to find the time to quietly speak with his father about what Harry had done.
“No, I figured that there was enough going on last full moon, I didn’t want to add more worry,” Clay told her unapologetically; he wasn’t about to mention that part of it had been in an almost malicious glee in keeping Damon in the dark for once, seeing how his father liked it when the tables were turned. He strongly suspected that Romy wouldn’t approve of that particular motivation.
“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly, truly grateful for the fact that Clayton had not told his Dad about the vow. Harry was terrified of how Fenrir would react when he found out; in truth he was terrified of how the whole pack would react. He knew he had been stupid but he didn’t want to see the looks of disappointment in their eyes when they found out what he had done.
“I didn’t do it for you,” Clay snapped at him. He was still furious at his best friend for what he had done and he was sure that it was something that he would never be able to forgive him for, unless Harry really did manage to survive the vow.
“I know but still…,” Harry said, hugging Clay regardless. He was still grateful that he had a little longer before he had to deal with the pack knowing. “We will work this out, you know,” he added, not having a doubt of that in his mind.
“Yeah, somehow,” Clay said, with a small frown on his face.
“Mr Malfoy, Mr Nott,” Madam Pomfrey said sternly. None of them had noticed that she was done treating Ron for now and had come to check on her other patients, but they all turned to look at her now. “You have no reason to be here, I must ask that you return to your common room.”
Neither of the two boys looked happy about this but at least it was clear their friends were both okay, and so they were reluctantly ushered from the room by the obviously agitated nurse. She didn’t even say anything as she waved her wand over both Clay and Romy.
“You are both fine,” she informed them curtly. “You can return to your common rooms, but I have been asked to inform you that Professor McGonagall wants to speak to you tomorrow, Mr Danes.”
“Surprise, surprise,” Clay muttered under his breath. He hadn’t really needed Madam Pomfrey’s words to know that he was going to be having a meeting with his head of house the next day.
“Come on, I have an idea that will make us all feel better,” Harry said as the three of them clambered off the bed. Romy and Clay were looking at their pack brother rather suspiciously though, not entirely sure what it was that he was about to suggest.
Harry, however, didn’t say a word until they were out of the hospital wing and therefore out of earshot of the irate and somewhat nosey medi-witch who would have told their secret to Dumbledore the first chance she got if she knew about it.
“We should get back to the Slytherin common room,” Romy said as Harry turned to walk down the corridor the opposite direction to where they needed to be. Harry, however, didn’t even falter as he kept walking, Romy and Clayton having no choice but to follow him.
“Where are we going?” Clay asked; he was more than a little tired after the day’s activities and he was ready for bed and a nice long sleep. He didn’t really fancy gallivanting all over the castle with Harry, no matter what the reason behind it was.
“I want it to be just us tonight,” Harry said as Clay and Romy fell in step just behind him. He didn’t notice that the two of them were holding hands, though he might not have said anything even if he had.
“The forest classroom,” Romy said with a smile. It felt like such a long time since they had finished the room and yet they were still to spend a whole night there. It felt right that tonight should be their first.
“The forest classroom,” Harry echoed, smiling too. The thought of being somewhere that was so close to the territory made him feel as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, it was where he needed to be, or at least as close as possible to where he needed to be.

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