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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 67 - Bad Mood Monday
On Sunday Harry, Clay and Romy spent the night in the Slytherin dormitory; for Harry’s plan to work, and for him to show off a little bit, they all needed to go up to breakfast together. Daphne and Astoria had headed up for breakfast before the others had even finished dressing that morning, knowing that there was something going on and not wanting to get involved. Although, in truth, it was more Daphne than Astoria who wanted to keep the two of them out of it; her little sister had just agreed with a roll of her eyes.
It was about ten minutes into the start of breakfast that Draco, Theo, Clayton, Romy and Harry were all stood together outside of the Great Hall, just around the corner and out of sight. If anyone saw them then the whole thing was going to be ruined. Harry hadn't told anyone what he was planning, though having seen him in action, Romy and Clayton were fairly sure they knew what their pack brother was up to.
“Take my bag,” Harry said to Clayton as he handed over his book bag to his pack brother. Romy was stood with her arms folded over her chest, clearly disapproving. She didn't think that this was going to be the best use of Harry's skills but there was a small part of her that wanted to see Umbridge get her comeuppance for all the trouble she had caused them this year so far.
“Do you really think that this is the best use of your time and energy?” Romy asked, giving a pointed look to Harry, who was grinning happily at the prospect of causing some mayhem; Clayton was little better, clearly looking forward to this every bit as much as Harry was. The fact that the two boys were so jubilant at the prospect of causing trouble did very little to alleviate Romy's concerns, however it did make her a little happier to see them both smiling.
“I don’t understand,” Theo said. Neither he nor Draco had been told exactly what was happening but they were eager to see what other tricks Harry had up his sleeve after all he had hinted at the day before.
“Just watch,” Clayton said as Harry crouched down on the floor, finding it easier to transform when he was lower to the ground. Theo and Draco watched in fascination as their friend shrunk and morphed until he was a beautiful falcon.
“Wow,” Theo said, clearly impressed by what he had just witnessed. Even Draco was looking as if he was utterly amazed, having known nothing about Harry’s animagus ability before now; he didn’t know of anyone other than Professor McGonagall who had an animagus form, and he certainly hadn’t expected it from the teenage werewolf.
“Bad idea,” Romy said, shaking her head at the bird as he flapped his wings and prepared for flight. Taking to the air, Harry circled his friends before landing upon Romy’s shoulder and rubbing his head against hers in a rather affectionate manner.
“I thought werewolves couldn’t be an animagus too?” Draco questioned in slight shock as he looked at the falcon, admiring Harry in his other form. He was certainly keen to sit down and talk to his friend about the whole process later; about how Harry had managed it, when he had first learned, and even what it felt like.
“Harry doesn’t exactly play by the rules; not even the laws of nature seem to apply to him,” Romy said with a roll of her eyes. She remembered her own shock the first time she had seen Harry transform, though she had grown used to it by now.
“So how is this going to help him steal the bow?” Theo asked with obvious scepticism. He wouldn’t deny that it was a useful skill, but the bow was still perched atop the head of one of their professors.
“You’ll see,” Clay said happily. “Come on, we need to be in our seats if this is going to work,” he said, flinging Harry’s book bag over his shoulder along with his own and leading the way into the Great Hall, the others following behind him; Harry however remaining behind, giving them some time to find their seats.
It was difficult not to keep looking around expectantly, as they took their seats at the breakfast table, but the whole idea was to keep from giving anyone any clue that they might be involved, so the four of them made a point of serving themselves breakfast while they waited. As it happened, today was the first day where they were all actually having the same thing… Pancakes.
“I had forgotten it was pancake day, I can’t even remember the last time I had pancakes,” Romy said, deciding to spoil herself and covering hers in maple syrup. It was one of the few sweet breakfasts that she really did like… well that and waffles, which were her true favourite.
Clay went to comment, having drowned his own pancakes in syrup even more completely than Romy had with hers, but it was at that point that they all noticed the elegant falcon sweeping into the Great Hall, though no one else appeared to. Harry let out a quick series of small cries, which Clay thought sounded halfway between a squawk and a laugh and alerted a few more students and teachers to the bird’s presence as Harry began to circle the teacher’s table.
“Oh Merlin, he’s actually going to do it,” Theo said, putting his fork down and turning his full attention to Harry; he really didn’t want to miss this. It wasn’t as though they needed to pretend nothing was happening now, not when half the school was watching the hawk circling the head table.
Clay let out a laugh as Harry dived and stole a bite of the pancakes from Dumbledore’s plate, flying back up higher before the headmaster could do anything to stop him. Clay wasn’t the only one who was apparently amused by this, given the spattering of laughter that sounded throughout the hall. Even several of the Gryffindor's seemed to be pretty amused by what was going on, though of course they were clueless as to whom the falcon was.
Harry swooped back down from high up, landing halfway down the Gryffindor table this time. A few of the students sat back on their benches, or even stood up, trying to get away from the hawk that was now help itself to some of the pancakes. With a shriek, Harry took off again, narrowly missing grazing Ron with his talons, this time.
Harry flew back in the direction of the teacher’s table, aiming for Dumbledore. The headmaster seemed to realise that something wasn’t right as the falcon came right for him. Ducking out of the way didn’t help however, as the birds talons closed around the elderly wizard’s hat before gaining height once more, under the watchful eyes of everyone present.
“Did he just…?” Draco asked quietly with a disbelieving laugh and a shake of his head.
“Apparently,” Romy said, watching as Harry flew the length of the Great Hall before dropping the ugly hat at the Ravenclaw table. It was Luna who caught it, clearly being who Harry had intended to have it, and the blonde put it on her head, smiling.
“He is completely nuts,” Theo muttered, as the bird then circled around again. Only now Umbridge and the Carrows had drawn their wands, and were now attempting to fire stunning spells at the creature. Though, out of all of the teachers that were present, they were the only ones trying to put a stop to the creature’s antics, the other professors seemed to just find it amusing.
Romy had to place a hand on Clay’s arm to stop him from getting up and stopping them; she understood that he wanted to protect Harry from them, but they didn’t want to give the game away and let them know that the falcon was Harry. Clayton, however, looked as if he might explode; he was clearly agitated with not being able to protect his friend. He suddenly didn’t think that this was such a good idea, all the laughter fading from him face as he tensed up, trying not to do something to protect Harry.
Harry, however, seemed to realise that the fun and games were over at this point; even more so when a jet of red light narrowly missed his left wing. It was time for the main part of the prank; aiming for Umbridge, Harry made a nose dive for her, delighted when the foul, toad like woman shrieked in fear when she saw him coming.
It was going to be tricky with her on her feet and moving about, but he made sure that, as he grabbed for the hideous pink bow, he managed to take some of her hair with him, before taking flight and heading for the doors that lead out into the Entrance Hall.
The moment that Harry was clear of the Great Hall, Clayton took a pancake and used it as a frisbee, starting a food fight as they had planned, throwing it across the room. His eyes met Luna’s two tables over and the two of them nodded, an unspoken agreement passing between them as she did the same thing, using her wand to make it go flying toward the Gryffindor table.
Romy just sighed, knowing that this was the best way for Harry to return to them undetected and reluctantly she used her wand to levitate a pancake in the air in front of her, before having a rather ingenious idea. Adding maple syrup to it and cream, she flung it towards the Gryffindor table, her aim remarkably accurate as it hit Hermione in the face.
Clay turned to look at her as he noticed what she had done, a grin breaking out of his face when he realised who Romy had used the pancake against. “If I wasn’t already head over heels…” he said with a wink.
At this point the other Slytherins all got into the action, some using their hands as Clay had done, the others using wands. Not wanting to be outdone, the Ravenclaws began to join in. The Hufflepuffs were initially a little reluctant but soon joined in on the fun too, and even the Gryffindor's did finally, though not Hermione, who had ended up with a mass of maple syrup and cream in her uncontrollably bushy hair, much to Romy’s pleasure.
“I learnt from the best,” Romy said with a small smile to Clay. Her pack brothers had certainly taught her a thing or two since they had known each other. “Your Christmas present to me wasn’t in vain,” she added with a grin. She hadn’t really approved of the prank book, but she hadn’t been able to resist reading it, and it had been surprisingly insightful.
“You actually read that?” Clay asked with surprise. He had bought it as mostly a joke, but he loved the idea that Romy had actually used the book, had read up on pranks, despite her feelings on them in general.
“Of course; it was from you,” Romy said with a shrug as she took another pancake, this one with her hand and frisbeed it across the room. The other students around them all throwing their own pancakes and generally having a great time, much to the annoyance of the teachers, who were trying to put a stop to the craziness, with little success.
“Please tell me I can kiss you right now,” Clay said, a little breathlessly. He had been so looking forward to this prank but right in that moment he could only see Romy and the rest faded to background noise, none of it mattering.
“Oh alright,” Romy said, an amused smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. Clay smiled, one hand reaching out and resting on her waist, as he placed a chaste kiss to her lips.
“You really are the girl of my dreams,” Clay said quietly, and Romy gave him a glowing smile, ducking a little as a pancake went flying past her head.
“Will you two go get a room already,” Harry said as he rejoined them, stuffing the pink bow into his pocket and dragging a few pancakes onto his plate; he was rather enjoying the food fight going on around them, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still hungry, despite the one he had half eaten at the Gryffindor table while in his other form.
“Shut up, Harry,” Clayton said huffily, as Romy just laughed, wrapping her arms around Clay’s waist and hugging him, an embrace that he returned as she leaned into him.
“Let’s go to class,” Draco said somewhat stiffly, unable to look at either Clayton or Romy. He knew that it was never going to work with him and Romy, their kiss had been something close to disastrous, but that didn’t mean that he was ready to see her with someone else.
In all the chaos no one noticed as the morning post began to be dropped upon their heads, the owls not daring to fly too low in case they were hit with flying food. It was certainly not a scene that they were used to being presented with when they entered the Great Hall.
The three werewolves, Draco and Theo were all about to make a run for it when an owl made a beeline for them, a letter in its talons. It was Romy who noticed it first and pointed up at it with her free hand, the other one linked with Clayton’s.
The group of them looked up and Draco obviously recognised the creature, as he held out his arm for it to land on. Taking the letter and releasing the owl again, he ripped it open as they continued on their way out of the room. It was from his mother, he had known from the moment that he saw her familiar handwriting; he took the time to scan it over, enough to know that both she and Brax were fine, before pocketing to read in more depth later.
“Everything okay?” Harry asked quietly, as they started up the Grand Staircase, waiting just long enough to let Draco catch up with him, the others going ahead a little.
“Yes,” Draco assured him, “from Mother. I will read it properly later, but both she and Brax are okay.” Harry simply nodded his understanding and the two of them hurried up the stairs, to catch up with the others who were waiting for them on the next landing. Harry was mildly aware that the safety of Draco's family rested upon his shoulders, the safety of a lot of people did and it was a relief to know that Narcissa and Brax were safe, at least for the moment.
“We’ll end this, Draco, I promise,” Harry said, smiling at him reassuringly as they headed for class together. Draco nodded in agreement; he knew that they would end it and they would do it together. He didn't want Harry to feel guilty over the fate of his family, there was little they could do about it, the circumstances were out of their control. Draco was simply grateful that Harry was willing to help him.
FGHP
Dumbledore had been far from impressed by the display at breakfast that morning. He was fairly sure that that the beast that had run riot in the Great Hall hadn’t been a normal falcon, but unfortunately for him there were not currently any falcon animagi registered; he had taken the time to check the full register after he had finally managed to help get the student body out of the Great Hall and on their way to class.
There was one person who seemed likely to pull such a stunt, and he had noticed that Harry had not been sitting with his friends at the time, but as a werewolf, even with Severus’ training, it should not have been possible for the boy to be able to transform. However, he still thought that the teenager was behind it in some way and he would not tolerate such behaviour.
He had made up his mind, determined to figure out the truth and get some answers; therefore he sent an elf to catch Harry after his first lesson of the day, and inform the boy that he was expected in the headmaster’s office at lunch time. As such, the bell signalling the end of the second lesson and the start of lunch having sounded about ten minute ago, Albus was currently waiting for Harry to arrive. The teenager was late, of course; Albus knew that it was something that Harry did to deliberately annoy him, to try and control the situation, but that knowledge didn’t make it any less infuriating.
Albus walked across his office, letting his fingers trail over the many valuable items there; though he lingered a little on the true treasures he kept hidden amongst them: Tom Riddle’s original wand; the Sword of Gryffindor, which had now been imbued with the magic of Fiendfyre; the full set of all three Deathly Hallows. The latter three items were by far his favourite, they were so small, so innocent by themselves but together they gave him so much power. He treasured them above all other things.
“You could at least pretend to care about me,” Harry said huffily as he threw the door to the office and stormed in, dropping himself into a chair next to the desk. “Some people might find it a little rude to be summoned like that, with almost no notice,” he said, turning to glare at the headmaster as he spoke, taking the last bite of the sandwich he had had an elf bring him.
Dumbledore turned slowly, a forced smile on his lips as he tried to find some patience to deal with the belligerent teenager. “Some people might find someone barging into their office a little rude too, Harry,” Albus pointed out. “And besides, I was under the impression you didn’t appreciate disingenuous actions.”
“True,” Harry said as he swallowed his rather poor excuse for lunch, an amused smirk forming on his lips, having to admit that the headmaster did make a good point. “I assume there was a reason you have deprived me of what could have been a good meal and insisted I come here instead?”
“Of course,” Albus said, as he calmly made his way around his desk and lowered himself into his chair. Harry was watching him closely, though the headmaster wasn’t particularly bothered by this and so simply kept his eyes fixed upon the teenager as well.
“Yeah, you’re going to have to elaborate because I have nothing to say to you,” Harry said after a few moments of tense silence. “This is your meeting, so I would appreciate it if you could say your bit so I can grab something more than a small sandwich to eat before my afternoon classes start.”
“Indeed, I imagine you are hungry,” Dumbledore said. “I did notice that you had rather a hurried breakfast this morning, before you and your friend’s left.”
“That food fight was just too much crazy for so early in the morning,” Harry said with an obviously exaggerated sigh. “You know I like the quiet life. And such a shame, all those wasted pancakes. Besides, I didn’t want to be late to potions.”
“Harry…” the headmaster said, sounding as though he was struggling to contain his annoyance in the face of the young man’s sarcasm and attitude. “I was referring to the attack upon several members of staff by a falcon prior to the food fight you mentioned,” he said a little stiffly. He was also rather put out that Luna Lovegood had disappeared from the Great Hall before he had had a chance to retrieve his hat and he had had trouble locating her since.
“Oh right, yeah, Clay and Draco mentioned something about that,” Harry said, with an almost convincing look of surprise. “I just thought they were pulling my leg. I mean… a falcon, in the Great Hall… That’s just silly.”
“I know you had something to do with it, Harry,” the headmaster said firmly. Harry’s words were doing nothing to dissuade his belief that the young man was behind the morning’s eventful breakfast.
“Me, Sir?” Harry said with an innocent smile that didn’t fool Dumbledore for a second. “I’m not sure how you think I had something to do with it. I wasn’t even there; I had to run back to the dormitory, I forgot one of my books,” he explained.
“Harry…” Dumbledore said warningly, leaning forward on his desk as he glared at the young man across from him.
“Please tell me how you think I had anything to do with it,” Harry said, as though it was the headmaster who was testing his patience, and he was simply being indulgent by offering to listen to Dumbledore’s mad theories.
“Are you an animagus?” the headmaster asked, his eyes narrowed, as he watched Harry closely. He was certain the boy wouldn’t tell him the truth if he was, but he hoped to be able to tell if he was lying. It should have been impossible for the werewolf to have had the ability to be an animagus; however, it was also meant to be impossible for anyone to survive the killing curse and yet here he was, the only survivor; with nothing to show for it other than an unattractive scar upon his forehead.
Harry let out a short laugh in response to the headmaster’s question. “We both know that it’s impossible for a werewolf to be an animagus,” he said, with a shake of his head.
“When it comes to you I am not so sure,” Albus said, a thoughtful expression on his face. He really didn’t know what to make of the young man across from him; every time he thought he had Harry figured out he found himself surprised again, and he was half convinced that between Harry’s magical ability and Severus’ teaching, the boy might just have managed the supposedly impossible.
“Well I’m flattered,” Harry said, pressing a hand to his heart, “but I’m not the animagus you’re looking for. I’m a werewolf remember; would be kinda cool though,” he added, considering the possibility with a crooked smile. “I wish I could fly like that.”
“Look, Harry…” the headmaster insisted, growing tired of what appeared to be Harry’s attempts to mock him. He had honestly never known a student quite like him, and hoped he never did again.
“No, you look,” Harry said, growing bored of the game and sitting up in his chair. “If this is the only reason you called me in here, then I have better things to be doing with my time.”
Dumbledore scowled. Without further proof, there really was very little he could do; he was half tempted to give him detention anyway, but that would hardly encourage Harry to be co-operative. Even with the vow, he knew that Harry could make things difficult, and he really didn’t need that hassle; he was more curious to find out if Harry really did have the ability to transform or not, than he was keen on handing out punishments.
“Okay, I take that as permission to leave,” Harry said, getting up from his chair and heading for the door. He really couldn't be bothered with the headmaster right now and he was hungry, barely having eaten anything at breakfast and only a sandwich for lunch so far.
“Harry,” Albus said firmly, and the teenager stopped and turned to look at him. "I am aware that you are friends with Miss Lovegood,” the headmaster said. “Perhaps you could see to the safe return of my hat."
Harry gave a snort of amusement at that. "I will ask,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders, “but I imagine she will be reluctant. Hats do suit her so well, after all," he added with a smile and a chuckle as he headed out of the office. “Oh and Sir,” he added as he reached the doorway, “next time, if it isn’t about the mission or Voldemort, don’t bother summoning me here.”
FGHP
Harry had really enjoyed the madness during breakfast, but now, as he made his way towards the first of his afternoon classes, charms, he thought back over the day so far; there was a clear downward progression from its promising start. He hadn’t even had time to go and get more lunch after leaving Dumbledore’s office as he had hoped. Potions that morning had been incredibly boring and, when he had been given permission to check on the progress of his Felix Felicis potion, he had then had to listen to a ten minute lecture from Slughorn about the invention of the potion, all of which he had already been aware of.
Then on the way to his next class he had been cornered by a nervous looking house elf who had given him instructions to visit Dumbledore at lunch, which had made his rapidly sinking mood take a full out nose dive. Ancient Runes had admittedly been slightly better, but the mountain of homework they were assigned had left even Draco complaining, and so Harry hadn’t had high hopes of the day turning around as he headed off to the headmaster’s office.
Sure enough, when he had reached the office a little late, Dumbledore hadn’t disappointed. The headmaster somehow seemed to have worked out that Harry had been involved in the prank at breakfast that morning, though there was no proof, and had just generally been asking far too many questions and been too nosey for Harry’s liking. He probably could have dealt with having to see the stupid old coot if it had actually been about the Horcruxes or something, but no, it was about a stupid prank.
Harry did feel confident, however, that he had come off calm and collected for the duration of the meeting, despite having felt the desire to dive across the desk and strangle the loony old man with his bare hands the whole time. So he was counting that as a win; but even that did little to make him feel any better as he flopped down in a chair next to Clay in charms.
“Dumbledore is such a dick,” Harry said grumpily, and Clay just snorted in amusement at the rather childish insult. Draco and Theo on the desk in front of them also turned around and gave Harry a smile, having apparently heard too.
“The meeting went well then,” Clay said, but when Harry turned to glare at him, he realised that his best friend was genuinely not in a good mood at all. “Don’t let the man get you down,” he said with a shrug. He realised that Harry wasn’t even listening and so opened his book and slouched in his chair, just like Harry was, pretending to pay attention to the small wizard at the front of the classroom.
FGHP
“Sorry I’m being a grump,” Harry said, nudging his best friend as they made their way from Charms to Arithmancy with Professor Vector, which was thankfully the last class of the day. Harry was well and truly ready for day’s lessons to be over just so he could retreat to somewhere quiet and work on his homework without having to deal with anyone. He did feel kind of bad for having brushed Clay off earlier though and so, despite his bad mood, looked up at him with an apologetic smile on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Clay said with a roll of his eyes. He knew he would probably be in a bad mood too if he had had to spend his lunch time with Dumbledore, so he had already decided he wouldn’t hold it against his friend, at least not this time. “You have an hour of Arithmancy to cheer you up now.”
“Aww, that just makes me kind of miss Lukas too,” Harry said with a pout. “I wanna go home,” he said, his voice half a whine as he leaned against Clay’s side as they walked, making it rather difficult for Clay to keep them both upright.
“Stop it,” Clay chastised with a laugh, pushing Harry off him gently. “You know I am all for going home but…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry said with genuine sadness in his voice, “I know. Just turning into one of those days,” he tried to explain. “And I had such high hopes with all the fun we had at breakfast; sometimes it just feels like it is always something.”
“I know what you mean,” Clay said, throwing his arm over Harry’s shoulders as they headed towards class. “Just get through this class then we can just go back to our room and forget about everything else for the evening.”
“That does sound good,” Harry said, before turning to look up at Clay with an apologetic half smile, “but I was thinking about going to talk to Professor Lupin. He was looking up some stuff about those people that attacked us and I wanted to see if he found anything.”
“Well I guess I will just have to suffer through some time alone with Romy,” Clay said with a smirk on his face.
“Yeah, because that is such a hardship,” Harry said with a chuckle, shaking his head and brushing Clay’s arm from around his shoulder, as they reached the classroom. “The way you two are going at the moment, I am starting to think that I am going to have to start having more meetings with Professor Lupin.”
“I think… oh I don’t know,” Clay said, thinking better of saying it but Harry looked at his friend questioningly as the two of them took their seats at a desk.
“What do you think?” Harry asked, watching as Clay ran a hand through his dark curls, clearly over thinking everything.
“It’s stupid,” Clay said with a shrug. Harry was having a bad enough day without listening to him worry about something that was probably not even an issue anyway. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I do worry; what’s bugging you?” Harry asked. He really wasn’t in the mood to listen to Clay go on about how much he loved Romy but Clay had always been there for him and he owed Clay this.
“It’s not worrying me, I just think…” Clay said, sighing and turning on his chair to face Harry, a serious expression on his face. “I think she’s finally coming around, you know, and I’m so happy...”
“But…” Harry added for him, hearing the hesitation in his friend’s voice, the concern that was there, despite Clay’s claim that he wasn’t worried.
Clay sighed, hating that Harry could see right through him. “What if she was right and I’m not good enough for her?” he asked. He felt like he had spent so long hoping that Romy would change her mind, that he hadn’t actually taken a moment to consider what it might be like if she really did.
“Seriously?” Harry snapped irritably. “You finally have her and now you doubt yourself?” he asked incredulously. Clay was confident, always went after what he wanted, and Harry knew how much his friend wanted Romy, so he didn’t understand why now, of all times, Clay would suddenly have such a crisis of self-doubt.
“Harry…” Clay said, a little taken aback by Harry snapping at him. He knew Harry was in a bad mood, but he had already said that he thought it was stupid; it had been Harry who had insisted he tell him.
“No, she’s your girl, you just have to work for it,” Harry said a little dismissively, pulling his books from his bag and turning to face the front, before sighing and turning to face Clay again. “At least she’s here; at least you’re with her. What do you have to complain about?” he demanded to know.
“Harry, what’s got into you?” Clay asked, staring at his friend with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. He was aware that his friend missed Fenrir, he could only imagine how difficult it would be separated from the person he loved but there was nothing that could be done about it now and it was Harry who had insisted they come to this place.
“You complaining about nothing has got to me,” Harry told him. “Merlin, my mate is hundreds of miles away and I miss him every day; you have Romy with you always. Stop complaining about not being good enough for her because Merlin knows I’m nowhere near good enough for Fen and I’m pretty sure he loves me anyway. Besides if she wants you, I don’t see the problem.”
“You didn’t have to be such a dick about it,” Clay said, turning and grabbing his own copy of Numerology and Grammatica from his bag. “I told you it was stupid, it was you who insisted I tell you,” he added grumpily under his breath.
“Whatever, Clayton,” Harry huffed, as Professor Vector came into the class, calling for silence, as he started the lesson.
FGHP
“Harry!” Clay called after his friend, as Harry hurried off after the end of the lesson, without even saying anything.
“Where’s he going?” Draco asked, as he stepping up next to Clay and watching their friend go. “Is he in that much of a bad mood?” He had heard Clay and Harry arguing at the beginning of class, and knew that Harry been summoned to see Dumbledore at lunchtime, which always seemed to end badly.
“To see Lupin, or at least that better be where he is going,” Clay said. He wanted to trust that Harry could take care of himself, but he couldn’t help the worry he felt; he knew that at least if his pack brother had gone to see the professor, he was fairly sure that Harry would be fine.
“You aren’t going to follow him?” Draco asked, a little surprised. Clay had practically been stalking Harry around the castle since that day in Hogsmeade and he knew that the older teenage werewolf was always worrying about his friend; for Clay not to follow Harry was a huge deal.
“Have you ever encountered Harry in one of his bitchy moods?” Clay asked, turning to look at Draco as though he was a little nuts for even suggesting about going after Harry.
“Um, well, no,” Draco admitted. He knew that Harry could be pretty difficult sometimes, but he had managed to not get caught on the wrong end of Harry’s temper so far. He truly hoped that it stayed that way too.
“Trust me, not even I dare follow him,” Clay told him with a dry chuckle. “I am pretty sure that even Fenrir is a little scared of him when he gets like that. It’s better to let him cool down for a while. He can be a right arse when he’s in a bad mood,” he added with a scowl.
“Don’t you have to follow him, regardless of his mood?” Theo asked, joining the other two, just as Harry rounded the corner at the end of the corridor and was at last out of sight.
“If he’s going where he said he was, then he’ll be okay; I just hope that’s where he’s going. Professor Lupin seems to do him some good. He’s missing… Fenrir a lot.” As Clay said the name of his Alpha he had to whisper it, just in case someone else was eavesdropping.
“Doesn’t he think the rest of us miss our families?” Draco asked with a frown. “I would love to get to see my Mother and baby brother once a month like you three get to,” he pointed out.
“I know,” Clay said with a sigh. “Harry and I were never really away from our Dads growing up though, and it isn’t like Harry has ever been very good at hearing no, or not getting what he wants,” he added with a shrug. “He’ll be fine, once he has a bit of a temper tantrum.”
Theo gave a snort of amusement at the way Clay managed to make Harry sound so childish, though he had to admit that some of Harry’s behaviour was certainly reminiscent of a young child. Clay, however, knew the extent of what could happen when Harry got in one of his moods and he really didn't want to end up in another fist fight that would land him in even more trouble with the Alpha than he was already in.
“And I thought I was spoilt,” Draco said with an amused smile. He knew full well that both his parents had pampered to his every whim when he was younger, and that his mother only became more indulgent as his father started to turn against them.
“Draco, you are,” Theo said, with a shake of his head. “Come on, let’s go see if we can get some of this Arithmancy homework done before dinner. Bet Romy will be in the Library,” he added, smirking at Clay, when it looked like the werewolf was about to complain.
FGHP
Remus has been thinking a lot about his future, specifically with the Greyback pack, since the last meeting he had had with Harry. He had seen how much the three pups actually looked forward to the full moons, and the genuine fear with which Harry had practically begged him to stop taking the wolfsbane potion. He had always managed to cope with being a werewolf but he had never been able to be at peace with it the way that the Greyback pack seemed to be. This had led him to wonder if there really was a better way.
He knew, however, that if he was going to give joining the pack a chance, then he had to face a few honest truths with Harry first. He had been treading around the difficult subject of Harry’s true parentage, but he wanted them to reach some kind of understanding about it before he actually accepted his place amongst the pack.
It wasn’t that Remus wanted to stop Severus from being Harry’s father, that wouldn’t do any of them any good; however, James was his best friend, and he could no longer pretend that it didn’t hurt to have Harry denying his paternal heritage. It was difficult enough to see Harry using the Prince name rather than the Potter one, despite knowing why.
He had made up his mind; he would try to find Harry and talk to him tomorrow, or after Defence Against the Dark Arts on Wednesday if he had to, but either way he would arrange for the two of them to sit down and talk properly one evening later in the week. He wanted to share what little he had found about the people who had attacked the three pups as well, so he would be able to do that at the same time.
As Remus was contemplating whether or not he would be going to the Great Hall for dinner the door to his office flew open, startling him enough that he was out of his chair and his wand was drawn as Harry barged into his office, clearly in a bit of a temper. Remus hadn’t seen the teenager in anything close to a bad mood since he had known him, it was quite something to witness as the stroppy young man threw himself into the chair by his fireplace and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Good evening,” Remus said as he replaced his wand back in his robes; he didn't think that he was going to need to defend himself against the teenager. “Are you alright, Harry?” he asked with genuine concern.
“Oh yeah, bloody marvellous,” Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, “having the fucking time of my life here.”
“Language, please,” Remus said with a sigh as he too took a seat; he didn't think he had ever heard Harry swear before but he supposed that it was probably not something that Fenrir was particularly fussed about either way in his pack. “I take it that something is bothering you,” he said calmly, wondering if Harry was going to open up and talk to him.
“Way to state the fucking obvious,” Harry grunted in true Fenrir style.
“Harry, I understand that you are in a bad mood," Remus said, trying to keep his patience, "but I really must insist you watch your swearing. I am still your professor after all.”
“No, you’re part of the pack, that trumps you being my professor and therefore I’m in charge so I’ll swear if I goddamn want to,” Harry told him a little smugly and still in a towering temper, really not in the mood to be lectured on his bad language.
Remus frowned. He hadn’t thought that anyone would be able to out strop Sirius, but it seemed that Harry was going to give it a damn good try. “If that is the way you speak to the subordinates of your pack then perhaps I don’t want to be a part of the pack after all,” he stated a little bluntly.
“We’ll see what Fen has to say about that,” Harry snarled. He didn't think that the Alpha was going to let Lupin just turn down his place in their pack, but it would be easier on all of them if the professor would join them willingly.
“Yes, well, I’m sure Fenrir would be delighted to know about your little temper tantrum too. Now are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or why you came here? I assume it was not to berate me.”
“Had a shit day," Harry explained bluntly. "I just wanted to get away from it all; I’m sick of being bossed around and controlled all the fucking time.”
“So you came here?” Remus asked with a frown, deciding that he would let the profanities slide this time, it simply wasn’t worth the argument.
“Well I thought you might actually listen to me, and skip all the judgemental and over protective crap that I get from everyone else,” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. “But I can totally leave, just go flying or something if you’d rather,” he said, privately hoping that the professor wouldn’t send him away, particularly given he knew he had been fairly rude to him so far.
“I am quite happy to listen to you, and I am certainly not sending you away,” Remus told him firmly. “What is it you want to talk about? Would you like to talk about what has put you in this mood?”
“Urg, definitely not,” Harry said; living the day had been frustrating enough, he didn't want to talk his way through it again now. “Can we just talk about something else actually?”
“Alright, how about the rather impressive falcon at breakfast," Remus suggested with a knowing smile. "I’ve never seen such a magnificent creature, especially not one so cheeky.”
Harry grinned, digging his hand into his pocket and bringing out the pink bow, waving it in the air for a moment before tucking it safely back into his pocket. “I’m quite sure I don’t know anything about it, Sir,” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, of course not,” Remus returned, smiling at the sight of the hideous pink bow. He wished that he had had the courage to do something as daring as a student at Hogwarts. “So you’re telling me that there is no way that that falcon could have actually been you?” he asked with a knowing smile.
“Of course not," Harry said looking pleased with himself; he knew he was perhaps being a bit obvious about the truth of it, but he didn't think that Lupin was a threat to him, and it seemed that the professor had already figured it out anyway. "It’s impossible for a werewolf to be an animagus, especially when there aren’t any registered falcon animagi,” he pointed out, smiling sweetly.
“And I am supposed to believe that you would have registered?” Remus said, smiling truly now; it reminded him a lot of what James, Sirius and Peter had done for him when he had told them that he was a werewolf.
“You know me, Professor, I always follow the rules,” Harry said with a completely straight face, looking the very picture of innocence, though Lupin was clearly not fooled for a moment.
“So much like your father,” Remus said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “James never thought much of the rules either.”
“Don’t,” Harry said shaking his head, really not wanting to get into the whole issue of his biological father today of all days.
“You are so much like him,” Remus said with a sad sigh. “He was an unregistered animagus too, you know. James, Sirius and Peter all became animagus to help me on the full moon.”
“Yeah, that’s really sweet and all, but he isn’t my Dad,” Harry told him coldly.
“But that’s something we really need to talk about, Harry," Remus said, pleading with the teenager to see reason, "because as much as you don’t want to discuss this, James, my best friend, and your mother’s husband, is your father.”
“How dare you!?” Harry raged, suddenly getting to his feet and slamming his hands onto the desk. “I know that my Dad isn’t really biologically mine, I get that, but he raised me. He gave me everything; I had the most amazing childhood. Whoever this James guy is, and I get that he is important to you, he isn’t my Dad. Just because he fucked my Mum sixteen years ago doesn’t make him my Dad.”
“Harry…” Remus tried to interrupt; he realised now that it might not have been wise to push the issue when Harry was in such a bad mood already, but he hadn't thought that he would react quite so badly.
“NO!” Harry shouted. “Don’t you dare try to tell me that Severus isn’t my Dad when he was the only parent I knew until I met Damon.”
“I’m not!” Remus insisted. “I would never try to deny everything that Severus has done for you, but you are living in denial. James IS your father.”
“No, he isn’t,” Harry said, enraged that Remus was daring to force the issue when he had clearly stated he didn’t want to discuss it, he was not in the mood for this. “I don’t give a flying fuck about James. As far as I’m concerned what my Dad told me is true; he loved my mum, they had me and Voldemort killed her, end of story.”
“James died to protect you and Lily, Harry. He died so that you and your mother would have a chance at survival; does that mean nothing to you?” Remus asked desperately, wanting Harry to understand that James should at least be considered and discussed.
“If that’s true then he couldn’t even stay alive long enough to be a real Dad to me,” Harry snarled. He believed Lupin when he said that James was biologically his father, but he had died and been gone from his life before they had really even had a chance to be a family.
“And is that so different to what Severus is doing right now?” Remus pointed out. That was half of what had convinced him about how much Severus must love Harry, if he had cared enough to more or less sacrifice himself much like Lily and James had done all those years ago.
“He isn’t dead,” Harry insisted, feeling a little sick at the very idea of his Dad being gone. He had seen the proof that he wasn't though, he reminded himself, he had visited him in the medical wing, he had listened to his heart beating.
“He might as well be,” Remus snapped; the image of Severus on the floor at Grimmauld Place, dying from what Dumbledore had done, was burned into his mind, and, despite the headmaster's assurances, he wasn't sure that the potions master would live through this.
“How fucking dare you!" Harry bellowed. "My Dad isn’t dead, I’m doing everything to make sure that he’s alive and you say that. You’re a fucking coward, a poor excuse for a werewolf too and an even worse man for it. You’re pathetic!”
“And going to get yourself killed in the process," Remus told him, voicing his fears; he didn't know if he would ever forgive himself if Harry actually lost his life now, after having survived so much. "Even if you can’t accept that James died for you because he loved you as his son, then you at least accept that Lily, your mother, died for you. Dying now is no way to thank her for that sacrifice.”
Harry didn’t even know what to say to that, staring at the man across the desk from him, fury in both of their eyes. Slamming his palms against the desk once more, Harry let out a cry of rage, before swinging his arm and deliberately sending several fragile looking artefacts flying to the ground, smashing into pieces loudly.
“HARRY!” Remus exclaimed in shock at the sudden outburst, but it was clear that the teenager was too angry to listen.
“I’ll show you how grateful I am for their so called sacrifice,” Harry snarled turning on his heel and storming from the room. He was sick of not knowing anything about his own life. He wasn’t waiting around anymore, he was going to the Ministry and getting the prophecy that started it all because right now he needed answers.
FGHP
“So Remus didn’t calm you down then,” Clay said as Harry stormed into the Slytherin common room and heading straight for the dormitory. At once Clay, Draco, Theo and Romy were on their feet and following him.
Harry had gone to the forest room after his argument with Professor Lupin, and not finding Romy and Clay had just agitated him more; then he had got caught in the mass of students leaving the Great Hall after dinner, even getting taunted by Ron, none of which helped his increasingly bad mood; in truth, it was a miracle that he hadn't punched the redhead.
“Merlin, Harry, what’s rattled your cage?” Theo asked as Harry kicked at his trunk hard enough that the others were surprised his foot didn’t go through it.
“I’m so fucking pissed off about not knowing anything!” Harry raged, grabbing Theo’s Rememberall and throwing it across the room so it shattered against the wall.
“Harry, that was mine!” Theo complained as he frowned at the glass fragments all over the ground. It wasn’t as though he used it often, but it had still been given to him as a present.
“Maybe we should go to the forest room,” Romy suggested, though somewhat hesitantly. When he was in this kind of temper he scared her a little and she was more than happy to stand a little way behind Clay just in case Harry’s anger got a little out of control.
“NO!” Harry shouted, before a determined expression slowly formed on his face. “I’ve got a better idea of where to go,” he told them forcefully, a glint of determination in his eyes.
“I’m going to think this is a bad idea, aren’t I?” Romy said with a sigh, a sinking feeling in her gut about exactly where Harry wanted to go. She could read her pack brother well and could see the kind of mood he was in.
“I have to get some answers, and I am so fucking tired of waiting!” Harry shouted suddenly rounding on her, not really wanting to hear her opinion, but Clay stepped between the two of them and growled warningly at his friend. He didn’t want to fight his best friend but if Harry started on Romy then Clay would care very little what the Alpha would do to him, he would protect Romy whatever the cost.
“You want to go to the Ministry?” Draco asked with a sigh, realising where Harry was going with this, wondering if Harry was actually serious about going there now, if he could really be that stupid. The blond was keen to draw Harry’s attention away from Clay and Romy before he ended up in a fight with his two pack siblings, something that wouldn’t help anything.
“Yes,” Harry said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking between the four of them expectantly. He knew that it wasn’t the best idea in the world but he had had a bad day and he was impatient. Dumbledore, and then Remus, had royally pissed him off; he needed to feel the element of control again.
“I get why you want to, Harry, but I am not sure that’s such a good idea,” Theo said a little nervously, not wanting to rile his friend up any more than he was already. “Shouldn’t we at least wait until the weekend?” He was worried that right now would mean that there was more chance of being caught.
“No, I am done waiting. I am going tonight,” Harry told them firmly, not willing to budge on this. “If any of you want to join me then great, but I am going either way.”
“I’m not sure,” Theo said, glancing at Draco to see if his friend agreed with him on just how crazy this whole thing seemed. Obviously he had known that Harry intended to go to the Ministry at some point soon, but to just go on a whim, because Harry was having a bad day, that didn’t seem particularly wise.
“Then stay here,” Harry said with a shrug. “Romy isn’t coming,” he added; he would actually feel a little better knowing that Theo was staying at the castle with his pack sister, rather than leaving her there completely unprotected.
“I think I can make that choice for myself,” Romy said huffily, crossing her arms over her chest as she stepped around Clay to glare at Harry. She didn’t truly want to go to the Ministry with them but that didn’t mean that she was going to just let her pack brothers decide for her; and she was starting to think, that given Harry’s mood, it might be better if she did join them.
“Harry’s right,” Clay said, turning to face her and at least managing to almost look apologetic about it as he spoke to her. “If we’re really doing this, you’re not coming,” he said firmly, reaching out to put a hand on her arm. He didn’t want to risk her going because he knew that if it came down to it he would protect Romy before Harry, following his heart rather than his head. If she remained behind then at least he could focus on keeping Harry safe and not worrying about whether she was safe or not.
“Clay...” Romy protested, shrugging him off and looking annoyed. She didn’t appreciate them thinking that she wasn’t capable of coming with them, though she knew that that wasn’t the main reason why they were wanting her to stay behind.
“No,” Draco said firmly, giving her a knowing look, trying to communicate with her without words. “They’re right, stay here,” he told her, a little pleadingly. He needed her to stay behind; he needed to know that if something went wrong she would know where they were and could alert someone to help them.
“Fine,” she said in a huff, throwing her arms in the air before crossing them over her chest and turning her back on the others. She realised why Draco wanted her to stay, needing her to be their backup plan. However, she fully intended on being more than just a backup plan.
“So you’ll agree when it's Draco who tells you to stay here?” Clay asked incredulously, a pout on his face.
“No, I am agreeing because all three of you wanted me to stay here,” Romy replied with a sigh, turning back to face Clay. “Honestly, Clayton, just be glad I am agreeing to stay without more of a fight,” she told him, going on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, linking one arm through his and leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Come on, let’s go,” Harry said impatiently. He really was pleased that the two of them were working things out, but he didn’t want to waste time while they made puppy dog eyes at each other.
“Do we need anything with us?” Draco asked. It would be pretty bad for them to get all the way to the Ministry only to realise they forgot something important. He was also looking for any reason to delay them going, to give Harry some time to change his mind.
“Don’t think so,” Harry said, clearly thinking it over just to be sure. “Wands and ourselves, I think. So are you coming with us, Draco?” he asked. He already knew that there was no way that Clay would stay behind, but he wasn’t certain about the blond. Harry wouldn’t have begrudged Draco staying behind; they were friends and that wouldn’t change if he decided not to come. This wasn’t Draco’s fight and Harry could understand that.
“I’m coming with you,” Draco said firmly, with a nod of his head. He didn’t miss the worried look that Theo gave him, but he wanted to help Harry, because that was the only way that this war was going to end, the only way he would be able to see his family safe.
Not seeing any reason to waste any more time, Harry headed for the door without looking back at the others, just expecting them to follow him. Giving Romy an apologetic smile, Clay quickly followed; Romy sighed, and she, Draco and Theo headed after him, back out into the main common room. A few people glanced their way as they headed for the exit, but the Slytherins were far too used to seeing the five of them together to actually think anything of it.
“We’ll need to get passed the school boundaries, so that we are outside the wards,” Harry said once they got outside the common room and the five of them were alone again; though pointing this out was a little unnecessary given they had discussed this all before at length.
Thankfully it seemed that most of the students had gone to their common rooms, dorms or the library, because the corridors were largely empty. It wasn’t curfew yet anyway, so it wasn’t as though they weren’t allowed to be in the corridors, but it might take some explaining if someone realised they were heading towards the edge of the castle grounds.
“Don’t even suggest me and Theo wait here,” Romy said, as they reached the doors out into the school grounds, when Clay opened his mouth to say something to her. She chuckled when he promptly closed it again, and just wrapped an arm around her to help keep her warm against the cold of the February night.
The five of them made their way out of the castle together, the moonlight and flickering light from the castle windows casting shadows from the Quidditch pitch across the grass and lighting their way across the grounds. It was cold outside, and the group of them walked together in silence, Harry leading the way with determination.
“Where do you think you are going?” a voice called out, and all five of them turned towards the silhouetted figure standing in the shadows a short distance away. “You should probably head back up to the castle, it’s getting late,” the person said again, as he started to head towards them.
“We…” Draco started to say, hesitating, not sure how to explain what they were doing out so late.
“Just fancied a walk,” Harry finished for him. “We’ll head up in a bit,” he promised, silently wishing that this person would just leave already. He didn’t want to have to stun anyone before they even got off of the castle grounds but he would do what was needed to get to the Ministry with as little fuss as possible.
“Harry?” the unknown person asked, as he got closer; close enough that they were able to make out his face properly, and then his Hufflepuff Quidditch uniform.
“Cedric?” Harry replied. “What are you doing out here so late?” he asked, though he felt a bit stupid when the head boy simply gestured at what he was wearing. “Oh right, Quidditch practice,” Harry said with a forced smile.
“Yep, but that still doesn’t tell me what you are doing out here,” Cedric said, looking between the five of them suspiciously. “And no I don’t believe that you lot are just out here for a pleasant stroll. What’s going on, Harry?”
“Nothing; don’t worry about it, Cedric,” Harry said dismissively, not wanting for the head boy to get involved. Having Cedric involved was just more trouble than it was worth.
“Harry, the five of you, heading towards the school gate, after dark…” Cedric pointed out, with a look of disbelief. “Seriously, what are you up to?”
“Trust me when I say that you really don’t want to know,” Harry told him with a wry smile. “Please just let it go, Cedric,” he requested, aware of the others sharing concerned looks around him.
“Fine, don’t tell me,” Cedric said, making up his mind. “I won’t ask any more questions but I’m coming with you,” he told them seriously. He knew that it was unlikely that he could talk Harry out of whatever he was up to, but he could at least try to keep the young werewolf from doing anything too stupid or reckless.
“Oh… no, I don’t think that is a very good idea,” Harry said shaking his head. “We’ll be just fine and…”
“Not happening, Harry,” Cedric said with a very serious expression. “You have two choices; either we all go back up to the school, or we all go wherever it is you are going.”
“Harry, an extra wand probably wouldn’t hurt,” Draco whispered from where he was stood close behind him. “Plus this is all going to fail if he goes back up to the school and alerts the professors; we need him on our side.”
“Fine,” Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air and sounding quite annoyed. He knew that Draco was right, but he really didn’t want to get Cedric caught up in this mess too. “Okay, well can we get going before someone spots the six of us standing here talking in the middle of the grounds and starts asking questions.”
“After you,” Clay said with a wave of his hand. He wasn’t particularly pleased at their new addition either, but this was going to happen one way or another, so he figured Draco was right; they really could use all the help they could get.
FGHP
Amycus Carrow hated Umbridge; he knew that they were sticking close to the woman to get the inside information on Hogwarts for the Dark Lord, but that didn’t make her anymore tolerable to either him or his sister, Alecto. The two of them were currently walking on the grounds, where they could talk more freely, and at least get away from the dreadful woman’s demands for a few hours.
He was lost in his thoughts, when Alecto’s arm was suddenly pressed against his chest, bringing him to a sudden halt. “What…?” he started to ask, but she shushed him quiet and with a frown he complied, looking in the direction she was gesturing.
There was a small group of people, gathered a little distance from the quidditch pitch, about half a dozen of them he guessed, and students if their size was any guide; he certainly didn’t recognise them as any of the staff, though it was too dark to be certain.
“This way,” Alecto instructed, pulling on his arm as they saw the group heading off across the grounds, heading suspiciously towards the school gates.
The two of them stuck to the shadows, watching curiously, and as they got closer to the school’s entrance they were able to duck into the woodland either side of the school gates and get far closer, hiding in the shadows and darkness that provided.
“That’s Prince and his friends isn’t it?” Amycus whispered to his sister, as Harry turned his head just enough to catch the small amount of light there was around them. Once he had recognised the boy, it was easy enough to work out who the others with him were likely to be and the Malfoy blond was a dead giveaway of the identity of one of the others.
They watched the teenagers, curious about what they would be doing this far out into the grounds so late at night, but it quickly became clear that there was more going on than a night time stroll, when four of the students stepped through the gate. The young girl, who they knew to be Romy Howard, reached out and grabbed the hands of two of the others, through the bars of the gates.
“Be careful,” they heard her say softly and she held on for a moment, when they both turned to look at her.
“It’s just the Ministry, what could possibly go wrong,” the Danes boy said, and the girl snorted in amusement before finally letting go.
They watched as the boy next to Romy, who they couldn’t quite make out in the darkness, wrapped an arm over her shoulder and whispered something to her; whatever it was it seemed to appease her worry, because she leaned into him a bit more. A moment later there were two pops and four the others, on the far side of the gate, apparated away.
“The Dark Lord needs to hear about this,” Alecto whispered to him, and Amycus could only nod at that, not even knowing if there was enough light for her to see it.
The two of them waited for Romy and the tall boy with her to turn and head back up towards the school, obviously in something of a hurry. “Come on,” Alecto said, grabbing Amycus' arm and pulling him out of the shadows and then through the gate, passed the wards; and a moment later, the two of them apparated away to Malfoy Manor.

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