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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 65 - Letting off Steam
After the first night in their forest classroom, the three pups were sure that they hadn’t felt more rested or more jubilant since they had left the territory; they were in complete agreement that they should try to sleep there whenever they could. Even the knowledge that Clayton would be hauled up to the headmaster’s office to talk to Dumbledore and McGonagall about the fight did little to deter their good moods.
On the way to breakfast, Harry enlightened his pack brother and sister about the new pack member that had been in the clearing when he had returned the day before and both Clayton and Romy were fascinated by everything Harry could tell them about him. Harry left nothing out, telling them everything he knew, including what Fenrir had told him about there being three others too.
However, Harry wasn’t sure about whether he should tell Clayton that it had been Fenrir who had bitten him too. Romy threw him a knowing look as they all sat down to breakfast at the Slytherin table; he was fairly sure that she had figured it out and was having the same inner debate as Harry.
“There was something else that Fen told me,” Harry said reaching out and putting a hand on his friend’s arm to get Clay’s attention, deciding that the last thing they needed was more secrets. “Fen didn’t just bite me and those other kids, he was the one who bit you, Clay.”
Clay turned to look at him, but said nothing as he blinked a couple of times, seemingly processing this. “Oh,” he said after a few seconds of Harry and Romy watching with concern, “I suppose that makes sense and I think I kind of already knew anyway.” He wasn’t sure he had actually consciously knew, but he found that he wasn’t surprised.
“You did? And you’re okay with it?” Harry asked, still acting as though he expected Clay to explode at any second.
“Yeah, I mean, it doesn’t really change anything, does it,” Clay pointed out. He thought that he might have some questions for the Alpha one day, about his birth parents, about why it had been him who he had chosen, but Clay felt he had had a good life with his Dad and with Harry as his best friend, so he couldn’t really resent Fenrir for what he had done.
“Yeah, I suppose not,” Harry said with a chuckle, glad that the revelation hadn’t seemed to faze Clay at all. He remembered his own reaction to the news that Fenrir had bitten him, and was glad that Clay’s wasn’t anything close to that.
“So, can I eat my breakfast now?” Clay asked, not really feeling that they needed to discuss this any further. The other two couldn’t help but giggle at him, shaking their heads in amusement at their pack brother.
“Yes, though do try to eat something other than bacon and sausages,” Romy said, knowing Clay’s dietary tendencies.
“Don’t worry, Romy, I’m going to have some coffee too,” he told her with a grin, reaching out and pouring cups for both him and Harry; though he did then add some toast and eggs onto his plate, next to the requisite bacon and sausages.
“Anything but porridge,” Harry said, grabbing some toast. He found he didn’t have much of an appetite with the meeting about the fight the day before looming over them, though it looked like Clay was planning on eating his way through his worries.
“There is nothing wrong with porridge,” Romy said as she began to pour herself some cornflakes into a bowl. It was what they usually ate in the pack, and it had never been something that bothered her, it just made sense when they had such a group of them to feed.
“Nope, nothing at all,” Harry said, “unless you eat it every morning.” He understood why it was what they tended to have at home, but he did like being able to have different things while they were at Hogwarts. He wondered if he could figure out a way for them to have other things more often when they were back in the territory properly.
“And I note you avoid it while we’re at school too, “Clay pointed out, giving Romy a smile as he watched her tuck into her cereal.
Romy swallowed, and reached for the teapot to pour herself a cup. “I just prefer a more varied diet,” Romy said pointedly; she liked porridge just fine, but was making the most of the choice they had at school.
“Bickering already?” Draco asked as he sat down with the three werewolves; Theo, Crabbe and Goyle, having walked in with him, joined them at the table.
“Draco, what are your views on porridge as a breakfast food?” Harry asked with a smile, sipping at his coffee.
“You’re seriously debating about porridge?” Theo asked with amusement as he started to fill up his plate with a selection of cooked foods that was a lot like what Clay had chosen, just with some cooked tomatoes and mushrooms as well.
“Yep,” Harry said grinning unrepentantly, helping himself to another piece of toast.
“How come you didn’t come back to the dorm last night?” Draco asked. He had known that the three of them were together, so he wasn’t actually worried, but he was definitely curious as to where they had been; he hadn’t thought that Madam Pomfrey would have let them stay in the medical wing.
“We’ve, ah… made alternative arrangements,” Harry told him, a bit hesitant to go into details while Crabbe and Goyle were there. He trusted Draco and Theo with the knowledge of their forest room, but he didn’t really think that Crabbe and Goyle would be the ideal people to ask to guard their secret.
“Alternative arrangements?” Draco asked, not really sure what Harry meant by that, but he had caught the way that Harry had glanced at Crabbe and Goyle out of the corner of his eye, and so he supposed that whatever this arrangements were, they were keeping them quiet.
“Yes, we thought it would be easier on you guys if you didn’t have to put up with three of us in one bed,” Harry said, smiling at the memory out how nice it had been to be able to cuddle up with his pack brother and sister without worrying about one of them falling off the side of a mattress.
“Plus me hogging the bathroom,” Romy added, pushing her bowl aside as she finished eating, “because you were all so gentlemanly not coming in while I was in there.” She had felt kind of bad sort of evicting them from their own bathroom, particularly given that she and Clay weren’t even Slytherins and weren’t supposed to be there but she was very grateful for their consideration; of course, Harry and Clay hadn’t really stuck to that quite so strictly.
“Plus, no offence, but those beds are damned uncomfortable,” Clay told them with a crooked smile. He had slept in a bed for most of his childhood, though his Dad had found him out in the back garden in the morning on a fairly regular basis; after a while, Damon had just stopped trying to stop him, even going so far as to leave blankets and such by the back door for him. On a couple of occasions Damon had even joined his son.
“What Clay means to say is that we prefer sleeping outside,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. He didn’t actually think the beds were that bad but, between it sleeping three of them and it being inside, it was less than ideal.
“So you’re… outside?” Theo asked, a confused frown on his face. He didn’t really think that the three of them sleeping out on the grounds of the castle was a very good idea. Aside from the fact that it was freezing cold, it was going to potentially clue people into them not being entirely human.
“No,” Romy said with a laugh. “We made a classroom,” she explained very quietly so not to be overheard and Draco had a look of dawning comprehension on his face as he remembered the discussion they had had soon after the three werewolves had first come to the school.
“Wow, you actually managed to…” Draco began to say before a loud, rather impatient voice caught all of their attentions.
“Mr Danes,” McGonagall said sternly, looking rather sombre, “come with me.” She stood a short distance from them, waiting as the three werewolf pups looked at one another in silence before all three of them got to their feet. “Not you two, just Mr Danes,” McGonagall said firmly, giving a stern glare to both Harry and Romy.
“Like hell,” Harry protested. He knew that Dumbledore was going to try and use this to rail road Clay out of Hogwarts, and he wasn’t about to let that happen, so he knew that he and Romy would have to fight to go with him.
“If Clay goes, we go too,” Romy said, nodding her agreement with Harry’s sentiment. If nothing else she felt she needed to be there to help Clay keep control of his temper, because it wouldn’t help anything if he lost it with the headmaster.
“This is a very serious matter,” McGonagall said, her lips pinched into a thin line of disapproval. “You are not permitted to accompany Mr Danes, the headmaster will see him alone,” she told them. She had been genuinely worried for a moment, the day before, that she had gotten there too late and that Clayton might have actually killed Ron Weasley; she dreaded to think how Molly and Arthur would have coped with the loss of a second child.
The evening before she had spoken to a lot of the students who had been there at the time, so she knew that it had been Ron who had acted first and, knowing what Clayton and Romy were, she understood that it had been an instinctive reaction for Clayton to defend his cousin, but there would still have to be consequences to his actions.
“Well now you’ve mentioned that old coot, there is no way I’m letting him go without us,” Harry said stubbornly. If it was being left to McGonagall to deal with then he might have considered it, he did trust her to be fair at least, but he had no such faith in the headmaster.
“His father will also be in attendance, you two are not required,” McGonagall told them; it was blatantly clear how protective they were of each other, but she was not going to let them dictate who was going to be in this serious and important disciplinary meeting.
“I actually have a few questions for my Uncle,” Romy said, smiling sweetly up at the professor. “It’ll save time to go and see him with Clayton, two birds and one stone and all that; I’m sure you can appreciate being efficient, professor.”
“Just let them come,” Clay said with amusement, enjoying Romy’s deviousness. “Otherwise we’re going to be late because we stood around here debating who should go and who shouldn’t.”
“It is not your decision, Mr Danes,” McGonagall snapped a little impatiently, though he was right that they were looking to be late to meet with Albus. After all Clayton had done to Ron, she thought it was a bit much that he had the nerve to demand his pack sibling’s presence.
“My punishment, my decision,” Clay said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest. “I want them there,” he told her, with a nod of his head as though McGonagall would have to just accept it now.
“That settles it then,” Harry said, with a smile on his face and a decisive nod.
“We’re coming,” Romy agreed. It was very clear that the professor was getting increasingly annoyed with them, and she did wonder if that was going to come back to bite them later, but they simply couldn’t allow Clay to go without them.
“No, you are not,” McGonagall responded, obviously starting to get genuinely annoyed and fed up with the three of them.
“Okay, let’s spend another ten minutes debating it instead,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes. He was almost genuinely curious how long the Gryffindor head of house would hold out, because he knew however long it was, the three of them would keep insisting on going together for even longer.
“Mr Prince, enough cheek!” she told them, starting to get actually angry. More and more students around them were watching and she was half tempted to just let Harry and Romy come with and have Dumbledore deal with them.
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet,” Clay said proudly, smirking at Harry.
“Professor, just let us come,” Romy said with a sigh. “If the headmaster has a problem with it then wouldn’t it be easier to let him deal with it because Clay won’t be going anywhere without us,” she said, not wanting to make a scene in the Great Hall, especially not now so many of the other students were watching them with keen eyes.
“Oh very well,” McGonagall said, clearly seeing that she was going to get nowhere arguing with the three tiresome teenagers. Romy was right, having echoed the thoughts that she too had been thinking; if headmaster Dumbledore didn’t agree then he could deal with them himself because she had had enough of debating the point with them.
Turning on her heel the professor swept out of the room, expecting for Clayton, Harry and Romy to follow her. After sharing rather amused expressions with Draco and Theo, the three werewolf pups did just that, not knowing what was going to happen once they reached the headmaster’s office.
FGHP
Dumbledore had not been pleased to see Harry and Romy accompany Clayton into his office and he was even less pleased about the smirk on Damon’s face when he saw all three of the pups together. The man had brought with him his… partner, a smaller, timid looking creature, who seemed to be fascinated by all the little trinkets and magical devices around the room. Albus had had to remind the young man not to touch anything several times.
Just before Minerva had brought the three teenagers in, the young werewolf had picked up one of his more delicate instruments and, when the headmaster had demanded that it be put down, the werewolf had been so startled that he had dropped it and it had smashed, meaning that Dumbledore was not in the best of moods.
Damon Danes had not been happy at the fact that his partner had been startled in such a way. Now the young man had retreated back to Damon and remained at his side being cuddled. Dumbledore wasn’t sure why the young man was present but he wouldn’t have put it past the werewolves to have brought him just to be an extra annoyance.
“Dad,” Clayton said happily as he came into the room after Professor McGonagall, Harry and Romy bringing up the rear of the group. “You brought Mum too,” Clay said, grinning at Micha who glared at him in return.
“Don’t call me that,” Micha grumbled with a frown as Harry went forward and hugged both Damon and Micha at once, happy to see them. Romy soon joined the hug and then finally Clay got in on the action too.
“As touching as this is,” the headmaster said, sounding rather irate, “there is a very serious matter to discuss.”
“I would be rather annoyed if you had summoned me here for no reason,” Damon said, turning his attention to the headmaster, though he kept Micha and the three pups close to him, all of them more than happy to be there.
“I think that perhaps it would be best if this was dealt with between us and Clayton. Harry, Miss Howard, perhaps you should…” Dumbledore tried to suggest; McGonagall was even lingering, holding the door open for them.
“I don’t think so,” Harry said, interrupting the headmaster and looking at him rather pointedly. “We won’t be going anywhere.”
“Harry, you talk as if you don’t trust me,” Dumbledore said, his entire focus on Harry now, watching the stubborn teenager closely.
“I don’t trust you,” Harry said simply. “And I want to make it perfectly clear that if there is any mention of Clayton being expelled or even excluded from this school then I will be going with him.”
“Even if that violates the agreement we have?” Dumbledore asked, smiling at the teenager, a twinkle in his blue eyes. Minerva was stood observing from the door, not knowing entirely what was going on. The question that the headmaster had asked had sparked Clay to growl threateningly at the elderly wizard, sparking interest from Damon, who was looking to his son and frowning.
“Yes,” Harry said, doing exactly as he intended and calling Dumbledore’s bluff. He knew well and good that the headmaster needed him. He was the key to destroying Voldemort, or so the headmaster claimed; if he died then the wizarding world was screwed. Harry might have been magically bound to fight in this war but he had a lot more power than Dumbledore did in this moment.
“What agreement?” Damon asked, his interest piqued, looking to Harry in search of answers. Harry, however, didn’t seem to be able to look anywhere other than at the headmaster, who was still smiling his annoyingly smug smile.
“Minerva, I that think perhaps it would be for the best if I dealt with Mr Danes indiscretions personally. Thank you for your time, I will see you this evening,” the headmaster said dismissively. McGonagall looked rather put out by this but with pursed lips she gave a curt nod and swept out of the room without saying another word and closed the door behind her.
“What agreement?” Damon repeated, this time his tone a lot more serious as he looked between the three pups, who all looked guilty. He had seen the look on both Clay and Harry’s faces many times as they had grown up and Damon knew it to be the expression that told him they had done something they were not supposed to.
“I was going to tell you last full moon,” Clay mumbled, finding that his shoes were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.
“Tell me what?” Damon demanded, getting a little irate, especially now he knew that there was something to know. His stomach clenched painfully to see how difficult Clayton was finding it to get the words out. Clay was really good about telling him things normally, knowing that he would always be there to listen, so that his son was struggling so much, told him that whatever it was, it was bad.
“It’s okay, Clay,” Harry said, not wanting for his friend to take the heat for this. It was his mistake and Harry was determined that he was going to be the one to tell Damon. He had to face up to what he had done and deal with the consequences. “I’ll tell him.”
“Harry?” Damon questioned and the submissive teenager looked up to meet Damon’s grey eyes. It broke the older werewolf a little to see the pain that was contained in the emerald green eyes. “What have you done, Harry?”
Tears were welling up in his eyes now but Harry knew that he didn’t have a choice, it was his responsibility, he had to be the one; he had been stupid enough to make the vow in the first place, he could be brave enough to tell those that he loved what he had done. Just not Fenrir. Romy slipped her hand into his, their fingers linking together, giving him the support he needed to be able to get it out.
Dumbledore remained sat behind his desk, simply observing everything that was going on. They did have a rather important matter to discuss; however, this was too much fun not to just allow it to take its course. He was hoping that it might drive a wedge between Harry and his pack. It would certainly help matters a lot if that were the case.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry began, squeezing Romy’s hand tightly. “I made a deal with Dumbledore, one that binds us to our word with magic,” he explained, unable to look Damon or Micha in the eye now.
“Okay,” Damon said tentatively, so far it didn’t sound too bad, he wasn’t sure what they were making all the fuss about. Fenrir wouldn’t be happy about it, of course, but Harry would have had his reasons even if he chose not to elaborate them. Sometimes Damon marvelled at how similar Harry and Fenrir were.
“Harry…” Romy prompted. “Tell them the rest; they need to know the extent of this,” she said, giving Harry a reassuring smile when he looked up at her, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Micha, detaching himself from Damon, went to Harry, looking into his eyes trying to offer some form of comfort, silently telling him that it was okay and that whatever it was they would work it out. However, it didn’t help Harry much at all, because he knew that it wasn’t going to be fixable and in all likelihood, he wasn’t going to make it out of this war alive.
“I made the unbreakable vow,” Harry muttered. As the words left his lips the room fell deadly silent. Not even the general movement of fabric was heard as this new information was digested.
“I don’t understand…” Micha began, turning to look at Damon, hoping that his mate might be able to explain; however, one look to the dominant male told Micha just how serious this was. Damon looked utterly horrified at what he had been told, so angry that he couldn’t even form words.
“I’m sorry, I am really sorry,” Harry said, crying in earnest as Micha pulled him into his arms.
“HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUCKING STUPID?!” Damon shouted, running his hand through his hair, his mind spinning as he tried desperately to understand what would have made the teenager do such a thing.
“That’s what I said,” Clay mumbled under his breath and crossing his arms over his chest as he shot angry looks at the headmaster; seeing how upset Romy was becoming, he pulled her into his arms, glad when she let him hug her close.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, knowing he deserved every bit of Damon’s anger. “I know it was so stupid and you probably hate me, but I had to, I just had to. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, still clinging onto the older submissive.
“I am bloody furious,” Damon said, sounding it too as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Micha and Harry, “but of course I don’t hate you. I love you very much, even when you are a foolish idiot,” he added pressing a kiss to the top of Harry’s head.
“Are you going to tell Fen?” Harry asked, his voice almost a whisper. His head was buried in Micha’s shoulder, unable to bare the idea of looking up and seeing the expression on Damon’s face.
“You know I have to, Harry,” the dominant said, though he didn’t sound at all pleased about this; he knew how much this news would devastate his best friend, and also how furious the Alpha would be.
“I know,” Harry said, his voice full of resigned sadness. He hadn’t meant to cause any of them pain, but it seemed that his attempts to keep them all safe had hurt all of them; he kind of wanted Damon to just keep yelling at him, because he certainly didn’t feel like he deserved the kind embrace of Micha and Damon had him in at the moment.
“But I think it would be better coming from you,” Damon added, his fingers on Harry’s chin and tipping the teenager’s head up to meet his eyes.
“I can’t, I can’t do it…” Harry said tears still falling down his cheeks. He dreaded Fenrir’s reaction and he didn’t think he would be able to speak the words when face to face with his mate and Alpha. “Please don’t make me,” he begged.
“Alright,” Damon said with a scowl. “I’ll talk to him but you need to talk to me; you need to tell me why,” he insisted. He needed to understand why Harry had done such a thing, not least because he was going to have to present some pretty good reasons to Fenrir just to keep him from storming Hogwarts Castle the moment he found out.
“Perhaps you could leave the explanations until later,” Dumbledore said impatiently. He had been happy to let it continue while he thought it could serve a purpose and drive a wedge between Harry and his pack but that was clearly not going to happen. ”We do have rather important business to discuss.”
“You think that this isn’t important?” Damon raged, turning to the headmaster.
“On the contrary,” Dumbledore said, steep ling his fingers together as he lounged in his chair, his blue eyes sparkling and a stiff smile on his lips. “I think it’s very important; however, seeing as your son almost beat a boy to death yesterday, I believe that that also deserves your attention.”
“For fuck sake,” Damon said with frustrated exasperation, rounding on his son, who still had Romy in his arms. She didn’t look too unhappy to be there, but that was another matter for another time. “Clayton…”
“He deserved it, he cursed Romy,” Clay defended quickly. He didn’t really remember what had happen after he had seen Romy attacked for the second time, but he could still see the moment that she had been knocked to the ground in his mind.
“He cursed Romy…?” Damon asked, letting go of Harry and taking a step towards the other two pups, his every instinct yelling at him to make sure that Romy was okay.
“Yes,” Clay said with a firm nod of his head. “He knocked her out, and he could have hurt her a lot worse,” he explained.
“So your reaction is to beat him almost to death?” Damon asked with exasperation, tipping his head back and running his hand through his hair, trying to find the patience to deal with his son.
“In fairness to me, you specified no body modifications and no destruction of property,” Clay said quickly, only half joking. “You didn’t specify that I couldn’t beat someone to a pulp. Plus I was defending pack members, as I’m supposed to do,” he added, already knowing that that excuse wasn’t going to fly with his Dad.
“I did not think that was something that required specific instruction, Clayton,” Damon said with an annoyed huff, looking into his son’s dark brown eyes. “And yes, you are supposed to protect them, not seek revenge with your fists,” he said, extracting Romy from Clay’s arms and hugging her, a sad smile on his lips as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back tightly.
“It wasn’t revenge,” Clay said, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
“Then what was it?” Damon asked dubiously, narrowing his eyes at Clay.
“Erm… preventative measures,” Clay suggested hopefully, though the expression on his Dad’s face told him that he was going to have to do a lot better than that.
“Nice try,” Micha said quietly, with a small chuckle, from where he was stood with Harry leaning into his side.
“To be fair, Clay has a point,” Harry said, before Damon had a chance to say anything more, and the dominant turned to look at him questioningly. “Weasley has been provoking and attacking Clay and me since the start of term, he has a vendetta against us and has clearly started including Romy in that too.”
“And you thought that killing him was the way to resolve this?” Damon asked sceptically; Clay had a tendency to act without thinking but even he wasn’t quite that delusional.
“I didn’t intend to kill him,” Clay insisted. It was completely true, he had only meant to throw a few punches to make his point the first time and he didn’t even remember making a conscious decision to attack Weasley the second time.
“We did walk away the first time he attacked me,” Romy pointed out, pulling back from her Uncle’s arms and looking up at him with a serious expression. She wanted to make it clear that they hadn’t been the ones making the situation worse, that they had tried to let it go. “But then Weasley attacked me again, behind my back.” She didn’t condone what Clay had done to the boy exactly, but Ron had certainly provoked the reaction from her cousin.
“Yeah, and then I just kind of lost it,” Clay said with a shrug. As far as he was concerned, Ron Weasley had just been doled out what was coming to him.
“But you wouldn’t have stopped,” Damon said with a sigh. He was torn because he knew he couldn’t tolerate Clay’s behaviour, that there were going to be consequences for his son, but he also knew that he, Jenson and Fenrir might not have acted so differently in the same circumstances.
“Nope,” Clay stated. There was no point pretending otherwise, not when McGonagall had had to stun him to get him to stop.
“You’re not even a little bit repentant?” Dumbledore asked with a frown. He didn’t even know why he was shocked that this was the case. He should have known that these beast were nothing more than just that, beasts; especially this Clayton boy, who seemed nothing short of barbaric.
“Hell no, he shouldn’t have gone after Romy,” Clay said stubbornly. “We gave him a chance to just let it go the first time, but he attacked us again, so I had to put a stop to it.” He felt bad for the trouble he had caused his pack members, but he was sure, if he was put in the same situation, that he would react in the same way again.
“I assume that this Weasley boy will be facing consequences for his actions as well,” Damon said, turning to give the headmaster a pointed look.
“I do not believe that is any concern of yours,” Dumbledore said sternly. “But I have been told about his part in what happened. That still doesn’t justify Clayton’s actions,” he added, not wanting to give the impression that he was going to even consider letting the teenager get away without punishment.
“I never said it did,” Damon responded drily. “He will certainly face consequences at home, but I presume you have your own punishment you wish to give him.”
“He will be banned from all Quidditch matches for the rest of the year and detention every Friday evening with his head of house,” Dumbledore said. “After listening to the witness reports, I do not believe that expulsion would be the fair option.”
“How convenient,” Harry muttered under his breath. He was of course glad that Dumbledore wasn’t even going to try and kick Clay out but he had no delusions about the real reasons why, that the headmaster was simply doing this to keep him close.
“How long do I have to do the detentions for?” Clay asked. He was a bit annoyed about the Quidditch matches but he was sure he could sneak down to the pitch if he wanted to.
“For the remainder of the school year, Mr Danes,” Dumbledore told him pointedly.
“What?!” Clay said, looking horrified. “But that’s… like four months or something,” he protested.
“Consider yourself lucky that you are not being expelled, Mr Danes,” the headmaster said firmly. “Now I believe you wanted to speak with Harry about the details of the vow he has taken.” He had no wish to discuss Clayton’s punishment any further, and saw no reason to beat about the bush in regards to the unbreakable vow anymore.
“Yes, I do,” Damon said, glancing at Harry, who was still cuddled into Micha’s side.
“You may use this office,” Dumbledore told them, keen not to have the two adult werewolves walking around his school.
“And risk you eavesdropping… no thanks,” Harry said with a sneer on his face.
“I am already aware of the pertinent details, Harry, I am not quite sure what you believe it is that I would need to eavesdrop on,” the headmaster said as he stood up from behind his desk and headed for the door. “I have to go inform our Transfiguration Professor that she will be giving Friday night detentions for the rest of term, I shall return within the hour,” he told them as he swept from the room.
“I thought he would never leave,” Clayton said, glaring at the closed door of the headmaster’s office. “I have a really strong urge to break something.”
“I already kinda did,” Micha admitted looking a little embarrassed. “So is someone going to explain this vow thing now?” he asked, looking between Harry and Damon.
“I think perhaps Harry,” Damon said with a pointed look at the teenager, who genuinely looked lost. However, Harry knew that he wasn’t going to get out of it now and so, with a deep breath, he told Damon and Micha exactly what he had told Clayton and Romy.
They both looked horrified, but heard him out; though, when Clayton had snarled a comment about Harry risking his life, Micha had demanded an explanation. Reluctantly, Harry was left with no choice but to tell his friend what an unbreakable vow truly was. Harry thought for a moment then that Micha was going to slap him or something, but the submissive just sucked in a deep breath and turned away from him, cuddling into Damon’s chest.
“Micha,” Harry said, reaching out to him, needing his friend. However, Micha took a step away from him, going to Damon’s other side, not saying anything; in fact, he didn’t even lift his head to look at Harry.
“Can I just go now,” Harry said sadly, wrapping his arms around himself. His heart hurt at his friend’s reaction and he wasn’t sure he could stand the concerned looks that Damon, Clay and Romy were giving him any more than being ignored by Micha. He wanted to go back to their forest room, curl up under the Alpha blanket and just cry for a day or two.
“Harry…” Damon tried to say; he could understand Micha’s reaction, he didn’t blame him for it at all but equally he didn’t want his surrogate son to be hurting either.
“Don’t, please, I just want to come home and I can’t. I’ve been such an idiot and now the people that mean the most to me hate me, so what’s the point? I love you all, I really do and you’re all going to be safe. I’m sorry I had to do it this way but it’s done. Please tell Fenrir that I love him,” Harry said before storming out the door.
“Harry!” Romy called out, but she knew there was no stopping him. “Stay, talk with your Dad,” she said, turning to Clay, “I’ll go after him.”
“I didn’t mean to upset him,” Micha said to his mate, as Romy rushed out the door after Harry. “I just couldn’t look at him, Damon,” he tried to explain, feeling guilty for having caused Harry to run out of the room. “We can’t let him die.”
“We aren’t going to let him die!” Clay insisted loudly, not wanting to even hear the suggestion that they might lose Harry.
“And it’s okay, trouble,” Damon assured his mate, cuddling Micha against his side “Harry did a stupid thing, he knows it and you are definitely allowed to be upset with him.”
“But now he thinks we hate him,” Micha protested. He really didn’t want Harry to think that or to hate him; his fellow submissive had been a great friend to him since joining the pack and he didn’t want to lose that.
“No he doesn’t,” Clay said, with a scowl on his face. “He’s upset and he wants you to hate him to make it easier on his conscience.” He couldn’t help but be a little pissed off with Harry for that; but of course that didn’t mean he loved him any less, and he still wouldn’t let anything happen to him. “What we do is we make sure he doesn’t die,” he said firmly.
“How?” Micha asked, thinking it all sounded pretty hopeless; he was truly terrified for Harry at the moment and was eager to hear Clay’s suggestions for what they should do.
“By helping him,” Clay explained. “As much as we hate Dumbledore, he wants Voldemort destroyed and he needs Harry to do that. We work with him like Harry suggests and we get it done. Then we’ll all be safe, even Harry’s Dad.”
“You’ve been spending too much time with Romy, you’re starting to sound like her,” Damon said with a smile. “I know I probably shouldn’t admit this, considering the reason why we’re here, but I am proud of you. You shouldn’t have hurt that boy as badly as you did but you did the right thing, protecting your pack siblings.”
“Does that mean I don’t get punished at home?” Clay asked hopefully, knowing that that was wishful thinking.
“Not a chance, young man,” Damon said firmly. Though he hadn’t quite finished figuring out how he would punish his son, but he was certain he would think of something.
“Mummy, please, please, please don’t let Dad punish me,” Clay said, looking to Micha with a pout and trembling bottom lip.
“Just for that I’m not sticking up for you,” Micha said with a scowl, crossing his arms over his chest.
“This isn’t a joke, Clayton,” Damon said with an exasperated sigh. “I understand why you did what you did, but this is a very serious matter.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Dad,” Clay said and this time sounding truly remorseful for his actions. “You know how I feel about Romy and she’s coming round, I think, I just lost it when that Weasley boy hit her with a curse. I’m sorry.”
“In truth if I had been in your position and it had been Micha, I’m not sure I would have acted any differently but that doesn’t make it right,” Damon said before pulling his son into a tight hug. “Now, go and find Harry and Romy, make sure they’re alright. We’ll see you soon.”
“Sure, thanks, Dad,” Clay said, wrapping his arms around Damon and hugging him tightly. “Oh… umm… the new boy that’s in the pack…” he said, as they broke apart, “Harry said he wasn’t in a great way… How is he doing?”
“He’s awake,” Damon said but his tone sounded a little sad. “He isn’t talking much but it’ll take time. You’ll meet him next full moon, I think it’s for the best that he isn’t overwhelmed.”
Clay nodded, hugging his Dad again, and then Micha, one final time before heading out the door after Romy and Harry, glad to be out of the headmaster’s office. He would die a very happy man if he never had to see Albus Dumbledore ever again.
“Time to go home, Trouble,” Damon said, pulling Micha into him and kissing him for all he was worth. Micha nodded without saying a word and the two of them headed for the fireplace, ready to floo back to Lukas’ house.
FGHP
Fenrir was waiting for them by the apparition point when they got back to the territory; from the way he was just sat there with a scowl on his face, Damon suspected that he had been sat there since the moment they had left.
“Harry?” he growled out, getting to his feet as soon as he saw them.
“He’s fine, just misses you,” Damon said quickly. “It was about Clay, not Harry,” he assured him.
“Why?” Fenrir barked out, wanting the details. If Clay had got into more trouble, then he wasn’t going to be very happy unless there was a very good reason behind it. The three of them started to head back towards the clearing as Micha shivered, wanting to get into the warmth.
“He almost beat a boy to death,” Damon said with a frown. “Though he did it because he was protecting Romy. And yes, before you ask, Romy is just fine; she’s a lot better off than the boy who attacked her, from the sounds of it.”
“He almost killed someone,” Fenrir repeated in confusion as the three of them sat down by the fire, Damon grabbing Micha’s blankets and draping them over the submissive.
“Who almost killed someone?” Jenson asked with concern, glad to see that Damon and Micha were back and everyone seemed relatively calm.
“Clayton,” Micha said, leaning into Damon’s side as his mate sat down next to him.
“And they didn’t expel him?” Callie questioned in surprise.
“Harry threatened to leave if they did,” Damon said, giving Micha a pointed look and a small shake of his head. Micha looked at his mate strangely, not entirely sure what he meant.
“And that was enough to get them to let Clay stay there?” Jenson asked, a sceptical expression on his face.
“Dumbledore wants Harry there, so for the moment it was, apparently,” Damon explained. “Even though his actions were wrong, even that old coot of a headmaster could see that Clayton was provoked,” he told them.
“Provoked how?” Callie asked. She knew her nephew had a bit of a temper, but for him to actual almost kill someone she thought it must be something fairly serious.
“The boy who he almost killed sent a curse at Romy; she’s fine, no harm done, but Clay didn’t take it too well,” Damon explained as Micha snuggled into him, having figured out what Damon had been trying to tell him. He wasn’t going to mention the vow, at least not yet and Micha really didn’t blame him.
“So she’s okay?” Callie asked, a little concerned for her daughter; Jenson, however, had tensed up, hating the fact that his little girl had been hurt and he hadn’t been around to protect her. He was grateful to Clayton for what he had done but Jenson so wished that he could have done it himself. Then he wouldn’t have almost killed the boy, he would have actually killed him.
“Fine, though by the looks of things you’re going to have a son-in-law before too long judging by the way the two of them were acting,” Damon said with a small smile as Tessie came back from the stream, Jaylon under one arm and Lukas following behind them.
“Jay, come and sit next to me, you can share my blankets,” Micha said, smiling at the young submissive, who looked so timid and shy in front of the rest of the pack; the poor boy was shaking and it wasn’t from the cold.
“What do you mean, Damon?” Jenson asked, getting to his feet, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.
“Jenson, calm down, sweetheart, you can’t be angry at them,” Callie said, trying to calm her mate but it didn’t seem that there was going to be any reasoning with him.
Jenson had never felt so out of control in his whole life. His mate was pregnant and getting sicker by the day because of it, his eldest daughter was so far away that he couldn’t protect her and he missed her so much. To know that she was in a relationship with Clayton, well, that was just the final straw.
Fenrir was on his feet in a second, grabbing Jenson at the back of the neck and dragging him rather forcefully away from the others. He could see how close his Beta was to losing control of himself, and he wasn’t going to let that happen around the four submissives currently in the clearing.
Jenson growled at him, trying to shove him away, but the Alpha just held on more firmly and grabbed hold of the Beta’s wrist as well. “Keep moving,” Fenrir said firmly, as he continued to lead him towards the tree line.
They never made it before Jenson had had enough and physically pushed Fenrir away, the Alpha reacting institutionally, going to defend himself and his position as Alpha. He had wanted to take it out of the clearing, away from the rest of the pack; it hadn’t happened but he had at least put a good amount of distance between the two of them and the others.
The Alpha let out a roar of warning as he grabbed Jenson’s neck and threw the Beta to the ground on his back. “You will not challenge me!” he bellowed, leaning down so that his face was close to Jenson’s.
The Beta got a grip on Fenrir and threw the Alpha over his shoulders, so that he was on the ground too. He wasn’t truly challenging the Alpha but he was just so angry with the world at the moment that he needed to fight something, or someone.
FGHP
Jaylon actually cried out in fear, clinging to Micha, as the huge Alpha wolf threw the big red-headed man to the ground. He had felt seriously intimidated by both of them since he had woken up in their territory, though he had found most people fairly scary to be around, but he found this display of strength and violence completely terrifying.
“It’s okay, Jay, it’s okay,” Tessie said, hurrying over and sitting on the submissive’s other side, so that he was safely tucked between her and Micha.
Jay grabbed Tessie’s hand, and pinched his eyes shut. His whole body was trembling and there were already tears on his cheeks. He could hear the two men across the clearing landing punches on each other, and when one of them let out another roar that echoed around the clearing, he had to open his eyes just to make sure that they weren’t anywhere close to him.
“I know it looks bad,” Micha said quietly, holding onto him, “but I promise they would never hurt you. They would only use that strength to protect us, I promise.” He still hated the violence himself, and remembered how badly it had scared him in the past, but somehow having to focus on Jaylon was making it easier to bare. It also helped that Damon wasn’t involved this time.
However, almost as soon as he thought this, Damon stood up. The dominant really was not liking just how scared Jaylon was getting, all because the Alpha and Beta wolf were rough housing to let off steam; he wished that Fenrir had managed to get them a little further and passed the tree line.
“Where are you going?” Micha asked in a panic grabbing hold of his mate’s wrist and stopping him from leaving. He was holding it together for Jaylon’s sake, but honestly didn’t think he would be able to if Damon got caught up in it to.
“To stop them before they scare Jaylon anymore,” Damon said, raising his mate’s hand to his lips and kissing it.
“No,” Micha said determinedly, refusing to let go of his mate’s hand. “Don’t, you’ll get hurt. Please, I’m begging you, don’t.”
“I have to Micha,” he said, prying the submissive’s fingers from his hand. However, before he got the chance to try and stop the two dominant wolves, he saw his baby sister try and stand up, her hands visibly trembling. Callie had never liked the fighting much and to see her mate being thrown around in such a violent manner was clearly upsetting her.
“Callie!” Damon shouted, as the moment she got all the way to her feet she almost fell over again; if Lukas hadn’t been standing right next to her then she would have hit the ground. Damon hurried over to her and helped Lukas to hold on to her, keeping her upright.
“I’m fine, just… dizzy,” she said, her breathing coming fast and erratic. “Jenson,” she tried to call; however, her mate was too wrapped up in the fight and her voice was too weak for him to hear her.
“Callie, stop this,” Damon said sternly, pulling her into his arms to try and put a stop to her struggles to get to Jenson. “They are letting off steam, you know this,” he told her firmly.
“Jenson’s just stressed,” she said, sounding obviously upset and worried about her mate. “He isn’t challenging Fenrir; we have to make sure he knows that.”
“I am sure that Jenson will submit when they have both fought for a bit,” Lukas assured her. “Jenson is normally so in control, so calm; I guess that things got too much for him,” he said.
Callie nodded in agreement, thinking that Lukas had it spot on, and that was even without knowing about the pregnancy. She just really hoped that Jenson would feel ready to submit before the two of them did each other any serious injuries.
“I should go stop them,” Damon said, glancing at Jaylon, who was now rocking on the spot, where he was sat between Micha and Tessie, his hands over his ears. “Please stay with Lukas,” he requested of his sister, hugging her close and kissing her temple. He loved her so much and couldn’t bear to see her hurt; it was hard enough knowing that she was so very unwell, particularly given she was refusing to do anything about it or even admit that anything was wrong.
“Damon…” Callie began to say, struggling to get her words out. “Don’t… you’ll get hurt, think about Micha,” she pleaded with her big brother. It was too much to see Jenson get hurt, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to cope if Damon got hurt too. Both the Alpha and Beta were stronger than her big brother and she didn’t think that there was much that he could do to stop them.
“Callie’s right,” Lukas said. “They won’t be rational enough to be talked out of this at the moment,” he pointed out. “If you go in there now, you will just end up getting hurt too. They probably just need to do this and get it out of their system.”
“I never thought I’d say it but I wish Harry was here, he would be able to put a stop to this,” Damon said with a frown, looking over at the two fighting males and knowing that Callie and Lukas were right.
“He’d walk right over and stand in the middle of them,” Lukas said with a smile, “refusing to move until they stopped.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Damon said, turning to Micha with a very serious expression on his face; the submissive snapped his mouth shut and frowned at his mate, a little put out that Damon had been able to pre-empt him so easily.
“You wouldn’t...would you?” Jaylon asked, looking to Micha with wide fearful eyes, thinking that Micha must be crazy to go anywhere near the two fighting dominants.
“Of course I would,” Micha said. “Because I know that those two are the biggest teddy bears you could imagine and when it comes to our safety they would sooner die than have anything happen to us. Things are just… tense right now,” he said, trying to explain as best he could.
“Micha is right, dear one, they won’t hurt you,” Tessie reassured, giving Jaylon’s hand a squeeze as the sounds of the fight reached a higher level.
“How do you know?” Jaylon asked in little more than a whisper. They both sounded so sure on this fact, but he knew how helpless they would be if any of the dominants in the pack decided that they wanted to use them or hurt them.
“They never hurt me,” Micha said with a shrug. “I was no one to them when I came here. I was hurt and almost dead after an attack by some bad people. They took me in, protected me and then, I guess, I found my soul mate. No one in this pack has ever intentionally hurt me; we’re just not like that; Fenrir isn’t like that.”
Damon and Micha had shared with the others what they had found when they went and collected Jaylon, essentially rescuing him. However, the young man had not confided in any of them the full extent of what had happened to him, nor how long it had lasted. They were all worried about him but understood at least enough to know it was going to take a while before he trusted them properly.
The young submissive had bonded with Tessie, who seemed happy to fuss and take care of him, and also with Micha, who seemed to be a calming influence for a change. Jaylon found it fascinating to watch Micha interact with Damon; it wasn’t how he believed a dominant submissive relationship should be. He wasn’t sure that he liked the pack but no one had tried to hurt him yet… they had only tried to hurt each other.
With a roar, the large Alpha wolf pinned Jenson to the floor and the Beta wolf tilted his head up, exposing his neck, submitting to Fenrir. The Alpha took a few moments for his dominance over the Beta to be reasserted, and both dominant men were breathless and covered in sweat from their activities as they picked themselves up from the ground.
“Told you,” Lukas whispered a little smugly to Callie, who was still half leaning on him for support; she smiled, resting her head against his shoulder, waiting for Jenson to come to her as she was too weak on her feet to walk over to him.
“Better?” Fenrir demanded to know, keeping the Beta from re-joining the other pack members just yet. He wasn’t allowing Jenson anywhere close to them until he was sure that the Beta wolf was in control of himself once more.
“Better,” Jenson said, nodding his head. “Thank you, my Alpha,” he added for good measure, grateful that Fenrir had taken him aside and given him a chance to just let go of everything. There were moments like this when he really appreciated what a good Alpha Fenrir was.
Nodding his acceptance of this, the Alpha allowed him to pass, the two of them heading back over to the others. He was not best pleased to see how terrified Jaylon looked, but he also could see that Callie was not looking good either.
Jenson went straight to his mate, and in an unusual display of affection, he actually picked her up. Callie wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs hanging either side of his waist as he held her. “Sorry,” the Beta wolf whispered to her, as she buried her head against his neck, one of his hands on the back of her head.
Callie pulled back to look at her mate with concern, but he just rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and focusing on breathing in her scent. Holding her close to him, he tried to calm his racing heart, knowing that she needed this just as much he did. Then, when a few seconds had passed, he drew her into a long, passionate kiss, taking his time to truly apologise.
“Can you not snog my sister in front of me please?” Damon asked casually as he took a seat beside Micha and pulled him into a hug, while still allowing the submissive to hold onto Jaylon, who was still trembling slightly, looking a little uncertain.
“Hypocrite,” Jenson said with a low growl but Damon just laughed, having no real argument against that point; he knew that he would kiss Micha any chance he got no matter who was around. “We shall go elsewhere then,” the Beta said, smirking a little when Damon scrunched up his nose at that.
“That’s not really much better now I know what you are probably doing with my sister,” Damon grumbled.
“How do you think I feel,” Jenson responded, a little snappishly, “knowing what your son is likely doing to my fourteen year old daughter?”
“I’m sure they’re not actually doing that,” Callie tried to reassure her mate. She trusted Romy; and even if they were, she was sure that her daughter was only doing so if she truly wanted to. Truthfully she trusted Clayton as well, particularly given the affection that the boy showed towards Romy, but it wasn’t likely that Jenson would see things that way any time soon.
“I’ll have you know I don’t really want them doing anything of the sort either,” Damon insisted, still not really happy that Clayton had slept with anyone at all.
Jenson, however, wasn’t listening and was already carrying Callie off towards the tree line, so that he could spend some quality time with his mate, making up for having scared and upset her.
“You’re Damon’s mate, yes?” Jaylon asked Micha quietly, glancing nervously at the large man sitting on Micha’s other side. Micha nodded in confirmation at this. “Well, I’m like you,” Jaylon said, biting his lip in obvious nervousness. “So, am I…, you know, going to have to… with…?” he asked a little cryptically, gesturing at Fenrir, who was a short distance from them. As far as he could figure he seemed to be the only one on his own. Lukas was always with Tessie, Jenson was very clearly with Callie, and Damon and Micha were very affectionate with each other.
“You mean mate, with Fenrir?” Micha asked, trying to figure out what Jaylon was getting at because it was obvious that it was something that scared the young man quite a lot.
Jaylon nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he took in the sight of the huge Alpha wolf. The things that had been done to him had been bad enough, and those werewolves had been comparatively small compared to Fenrir. He thought he would rather be dead than have anyone take him again.
“No, definitely not,” Micha said firmly. “I am pretty certain that Harry would have something to say about that, even if it was what you wanted.”
“Harry?” Jaylon asked, a little confused. He had been staying quiet and trying to learn what he could about these people but he hadn’t heard of a Harry before.
“Fenrir’s mate,” Micha told him. “He’s off at school at the moment, but don’t worry; Fenrir only wants Harry, he would never touch you like that. No one in this pack will ever touch you without your permission. I think the idea was that you would be able to help protect Harry, but obviously no one is expecting you to do anything other than take care of yourself for the moment.”
“Is that why I was bitten?” Jaylon asked sadly. They had explained to him that Fenrir had bitten him, and that was why he belonged with them, but no one had made any attempt to explain anything more than that.
“I don’t know, maybe,” Tessie told him gently. “Fenrir isn’t exactly the chatty type; you are wanted here though, we’ll protect you; no one is going to hurt you.”
“Am I free to leave?” Jaylon asked, looking at the hulking great Alpha wolf, wondering if he made a break for it, if the man would pounce upon him and force him to stay.
“No one is going to force you to do anything, Jay,” Micha said with a sad smile. “But it isn’t safe out there; Harry tried to run away once, it almost got the Alpha killed, and did get several of us badly hurt.”
“But if I chose to…?” Jaylon asked, looking between Tessie and Micha. He was aware of Damon sat on Micha’s far side but the dominant was thankfully not trying to even talk to him, and Jaylon found he couldn’t even look at Micha’s large mate.
“Then you could leave,” Micha said, knowing that Jaylon needed to know this, needed to feel as if he wasn’t a prisoner. “Jenson, Damon and Lukas all have jobs that keep them busy; Lukas has a house not far from here that we use the fireplace to floo places; Fenrir occasionally goes and does odd jobs and errand runs for stuff we need… We don’t really do anything alone but that’s a safety thing.”
“But we’re safe here?” Jaylon asked, as he glanced around the clearing. He still felt as though his captors might come for him at any moment; he didn’t really feel comfortable with all these new people but it was greatly preferable over returning to that basement.
“We take care of each other,” Tessie said, squeezing Jaylon’s hand gently in her own. She couldn’t promise them that they were completely safe there, not with the strays still so close by, but there was no doubt that the pack’s dominants would die before letting them be hurt.
“We know that it’s going to take time for you to get used to being here,” Micha assured the highly anxious submissive. “You don’t just recover from what you have been through overnight. Do you even know how long you were there?” he asked cautiously. He didn’t want to remind Jaylon of what he had been through but he didn’t think that pretending it hadn’t happened was going to help either.
Jaylon shook his head. He had no idea how long it had been since he had been taken, he didn’t even know how old he was now. “I had just had my seventh birthday when they took me,” he whispered, the faint memory of being given a small cake and gift at the orphanage coming to mind.
“When is your birthday, Jay?” Tessie asked, trying not to show the shock on her face at how long this young man had been suffering. She knew she wasn’t the only one who was angry at Fenrir for having left Jaylon alone for so long, and found that she was even more so now.
“March eighteenth,” he said, looking at them curiously, wondering if they might be able to work out more than he knew about his imprisonment.
“Merlin…” Micha said, grasping Damon’s hand in his own, just to help keep his cool. “Nine years. They had you for nearly nine years, Jay. You’re sixteenth birthday is only just over a month away.”
“Really?” Jay asked, looking shocked. He couldn’t really figure out whether it felt like it had felt like more or less time than that; honestly, the concept of how long a year was felt a little lost on him.
“Try not to think about that,” Damon said gently, knowing better than to reach out and touch the young submissive but wanting to so that he could comfort him.
Jaylon flinched away from the dominant as he suddenly spoke, but gripped Tessie’s hand, and tried to take deep breaths. Damon seemed to be such a kind and gentle person, but he couldn’t help his gut reaction to the large, muscular man being so close. “Sorry,” he whispered.
Damon gave him a sympathetic smile; he hadn’t meant to scare the young man. “It’s okay, Jaylon, just going to take a little time for you to come to trust us. If you ever need us to give you more space, all you have to do is tell us.”
“See, he’s just a big teddy bear,” Micha said with a grin. Jaylon didn’t think that Damon looked much like a big teddy bear; he seemed rather intimidating to be honest.
“Is there anything you like to do, Jay?” Tessie asked. “Callie and I cook for the pack; you could help us if you like.”
“I’ve never tried before,” Jaylon admitted shyly. “Will you help too, Micha?” He really liked the other submissive. He trusted him and Tessie to take care of him, at least more than he did any of the others.
Micha tipped his head back and laughed at that though, making Jaylon jump a little. “Sorry,” he said, still chuckling, but feeling bad for having startled the young man. “Just me and cooking don’t exactly mix well, it tends to end up inedible. But I could sit with you while you help them if you wanted.”
“Why don’t you give it a try,” Tessie suggested, “and if you want to stop, or do something else, or even just watch, then that’s all fine.”
“It will be just you, Tessie, and me… and Callie when she gets back,” Micha said with a kind smile. “We can send away all the big dominants, and they will have to go find something else to.”
“Really?” Jaylon questioned, looking more than a little surprised by this suggestion.
“Well we aren’t leaving the clearing,” Damon pointed out, giving his mate a stern look. “But yes, Jaylon,” he confirmed, turning to talk to the young man in question with much softer tones, “we will give you plenty of space.”
“You don’t mind being away from your mate?” Jaylon asked; he certainly didn’t want to cause Micha problems, not when the other submissive was being so nice to him.
“I know he won’t be far away,” Micha said with a shrug. “I know now that he wouldn’t leave me.”
“If I leave him too long, he is liable to do himself a serious injury,” Damon teased, pressing a kiss to his mate’s temple. “There is a reason I call him, trouble; he tends to get himself into it far too often.”
“He is exaggerating,” Micha defended with a roll of his eyes, seeing the concern in Jaylon’s eyes. “Now stop worrying our new pack member and go and tend to your best friend’s wounds, because even from here I can see that Jenson split Fenrir’s lip,” he said, turning to Damon, hoping that Jaylon would feel more comfortable with just him and Tessie.
“Keep an eye on him, Tessie,” Damon said as he got to his feet, “an eye on both of them,” he amended. “No sharp implements for Micha, under any circumstances.”
“I’m not about to cut off my own finger,” Micha said with a smile and a roll of his eyes. He would be the first person to admit that he tended to be clumsy, but he didn’t think he was actually that bad.
“Trouble, I wouldn’t put it past you,” Damon said, giving his mate a pointed look. “I wouldn’t put it past you to accidentally stab yourself. No sharp implements,” he said with finality, Tessie nodding her understanding from the corner of his eye.
“You just don’t want me to help cook,” Micha replied with a grin.
“No, I just don’t want to be poisoned,” Damon corrected, squatting down in front of his mate and kissing Micha chastely.
“I wouldn’t do that!” Micha insisted, looking at Damon with wide eyes.
“Not intentionally,” Damon agreed, pressing another kiss to Micha’s lips.
“Then maybe I’ll learn something,” Micha said, smiling up at his mate, Jaylon watching on in fascination as they bantered back and forth with one another.
“Or maybe we can spend some time together alone later and I can teach you a few things,” Damon said, pulling Micha into a passionate kiss, before getting back to his feet, intending to go talk with Fenrir just like Micha had suggested.
“You can count on it, Marshmallow,” Micha said grinning.
“Why do you call him Marshmallow?” Jaylon asked as Damon headed off in the direction of the Alpha, all three of them getting to their feet heading towards the fire. Micha took a seat close by so that he could watch but not participate, as Tessie started to figure out what they would need.
“Because he’s sweet and squidgy,” Micha said sweetly taking Jaylon by the hand as the younger submissive took a seat beside him while they waited for Tessie to get back from going to get the vegetables, meat and a knife from the cave.
“Squidgy?” Jaylon asked with confusion.
“Yep, he’s my squidgy marshmallow,” Micha said happily with a grin on his face. Truthfully, Damon was far more muscular than squidgy, but they were such a cuddly couple that Micha still thought of him as squidgy.
“And you’re not scared of him?” Jaylon asked, with something like awe on his face.
“I used to be,” Micha said with a shrug, “but then Harry helped teach me how strong us submissives are. That and Damon takes great care of me, he helped me through some difficult times.”
“Harry…" Jaylon said thoughtfully. "You keep talking about him.”
“You’ll like him,” Micha said with a smile. “He’ll help you just like he helped me, I’ll help you too.”
“I like you,” Jaylon said, managing a half smile as he looked up at Micha.
“Well of course,” Micha said with a grin, “I am very likeable.”
“Modest too,” Callie said with a chuckle, as she and Jenson returned from the woods. Both of them looked to be in much better moods; Jenson went to talk to Fenrir, Damon and Lukas, while Callie went to make a start on lunch for the pack. “Tessie gone to get supplies?” she asked, realising that the woman was missing.
“Yep, and Jaylon is going to watch and maybe help out a little too, if that’s okay with you,” Micha told her.
“Of course,” Callie said with a pleased smile. “You aren’t planning on helping are you?” she asked Micha looking a little concerned.
“Nope, just observing and keeping Jay company,” Micha assured her.
“At least we won’t have to worry about food poisoning then,” Callie teased.
“You know, I’ve never actually given anyone food poisoning, that was Clay,” Micha said a little defensively. “I could probably chop a few vegetables or something without killing anyone.”
“Damon said no sharp implements,” Tessie said, returning with the supplies.
“And I have to agree,” Callie said with a smile to Micha. She was very fond of the submissive but she did think that her brother might have been wise when insisting that. “Do you remember the time that we let you and Clay chop up vegetables? You almost literally used up our supply of plasters between you,” Callie pointed out.
“I’m not that clumsy,” Micha said with a pout, crossing his arms over his chest. “The floor just hates me and the trees are bullies; the logs and stuff just get in my way.”
Jaylon chuckled a little at that. He might be finding this whole being in a pack thing kind of difficult, and the dominants very intimidating but they were obviously good people, and he really did like Micha.

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Delia Cerrano - You needn't worry about Jaylon, even if he was interested in Fenrir, a relationship or sex (which he certainly isn't given all he has been through), Fenrir only has eyes for Harry. The breaking into the ministry, however, that you might be right to worry about ;) As for Severus, he is still much as he was before, not well, but still alive and trapped under Dumbledore's spell.
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