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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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Thank you all for your patience with our new bi-weekly updates. But here is the highly anticipated (and perhaps dreaded) Ministry chapter. Hope you all enjoy it.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 68 – Pissed off Werewolves
Lord Voldemort sat at the end of the huge table that dominated the dining room of Malfoy Manor; he was alone in the room apart from the vast creature that was the basilisk, which lay curled all around him across the floor. His death eaters had given him their reports, and mostly he was satisfied with their progress; more towns were falling under his control, more witches and wizards were bowing to their Lord and Master.
Bellatrix had detailed with great glee the successes that she and Lucius had had with extracting information from Sirius Black, though truthfully it was of little purpose in his plans. Though the news of what Dumbledore had done to Severus Snape was most curious indeed. He was aware of the headmaster’s manipulation of Harry Prince, but the extent of it was somewhat pleasing.
He was hopeful that with Dumbledore being so controlling he might be able to sway the boy to join him. The Prince boy would be a wonderful ally to him, powerful too; with the two of them together they would be unstoppable.
“My Lord,” Alecto Carrow said a little breathlessly, as she barged in through the doors to the hall; Amycus was just behind her, the pair of them bowing deeply and respectfully. Clearly they had not forgotten how easy it was to earn the wrath of their Master.
“We have news... of Harry Prince,” Amycus said, as his sister fought to catch her breath; once they had apparated to Malfoy Manor, they had wasted no time in hurrying to tell the Dark Lord what they knew.
“Speak,” Voldemort instructed bluntly, his voice calm and firm despite the flicker of something close to anticipation he felt. For the two of them to have travelled from Hogwarts in such an obvious hurry meant news of significance; the Carrows would suffer greatly if this was not the case.
“Harry Prince is travelling to the Ministry,” Alecto said, straightening up and meeting Voldemort’s eyes. It was a bold move, but this was indeed valuable information.
“We saw him apparate away from just outside the school gates, with three other boys,” Amycus explained. “The other werewolf, Clayton Danes, said they were going to the Ministry.”
“Fetch me Gideon Howard,” Voldemort instructed as he got to his feet; the basilisk stirred at his feet but Voldemort laid a hand upon the creatures head, and the beast lay back down. He would travel to the Ministry, but he would not risk Harry Prince’s death just yet by taking the basilisk with him.
“My Lord,” Alecto said hesitantly, her brother already halfway to the doors. “There was one more thing…”
“What?” he demanded to know, as he slowly walked the length of the room towards the Carrow siblings. “Speak,” he instructed, feeling irritated by the hesitance.
“One of the boys, who went with the Prince boy,” Alecto told him, “it was Draco Malfoy.”
“You,” Voldemort said, gesturing at Amycus, “go. Fetch Gideon, bring him to be at once. Tell him to bring his best. You,” he went on, turning back to Alecto, “fetch me Lucius.”
He would take the werewolves with him to the Ministry, he would speak with the Prince boy himself, but first he would discuss the young Malfoy boy’s loyalties with Lucius. Perhaps this would even work out for the best, after all it seemed that Harry had come to trust young Draco; he would see to it that he had the loyalty of both boys before the night was through.
He had asked Draco to get close to Prince and had just let him get on with the task but now he wanted information. He had allowed the young Malfoy boy enough time and if he had failed or his loyalties seemed in any way to have wavered, then the young Malfoy boy would be punished.
FGHP
“Come on!” Romy said as she broke into a run once she and Theo were inside the school once again. She didn’t know how long it was going to take Harry and the others to get into the Ministry and down to the Department of Mysteries, but she wanted to get them help as soon as possible.
“Where are we going?” Theo asked as he jogged to keep up with the young werewolf, thinking that she really was surprisingly fast.
“Remus, I mean Professor Lupin; I need to go home, I need to get to Fenrir and tell him what’s going on,” Romy explained as they ran together, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Why would he help you go home?” Theo asked in confusion. “Wouldn’t he just go to Dumbledore?” he was under the impression that the professors in the school were loyal to the headmaster, or at least most of them were.
Romy hesitated a moment, though not once slowing down the pace; she wasn’t sure if she should tell the Professor’s secret to Theo, despite trusting him with their own. It was not her responsibility or place to tell anyone what Professor Lupin was. “Just trust me, he’ll help us.”
A little breathless, Theo didn’t respond again. The two of them arrived, a few minutes later, outside of Remus’ office door, just as he was coming out of it. The Professor looked a little startled to see Romy and Theo come charging up to him, both out of breath.
“What on earth is the matter?” Remus asked, looking between the pair of them. “Are you alright?”
“It’s Harry!” Romy gasped out as she fought to catch her breath.
“Harry?” Remus asked in shock. It hadn’t been all that long since the young man had stormed out of this office. “What about him, what’s happened?”
“He’s gone,” Romy said. “I have to go and tell Fenrir, please, I need to get him help before he gets himself into trouble!”
“I don’t understand; where has he gone?” Remus asked.
“The Ministry,” Theo said. “It’s a long story,” he added with a shrug when Remus looked at him questioningly.
“Professor, please,” Romy asked pleadingly.
“Alright but I’m coming with you,” Remus said firmly.
“What’s with everyone wanting to tag along tonight?” Theo mumbled under his breath, with a roll of his eyes.
“If you are leaving this school under my watch it’s my responsibility to look after you,” Remus said, having heard what Theo said. The teenager looked astounded that his under the breath muttering had been heard.
“You don’t have to come, Theo,” Romy said at once, not thinking that it was a great idea that Theo take along to the territory.
“Yeah, and have Harry, Draco and Clay all kick my butt when they get back for letting you out of my sight? No thanks.”
“Oh fine,” Romy said, they really didn’t have time to argue anyway. “But I warn you, we’re going to the territory where we live. When I tell the Alpha what Harry’s done he’s going to be furious.”
“You’re not going to scare me off,” Theo said, trying to sound a lot braver than he felt. “I’m not letting you do this alone, if anything that is more of a reason for me to go with you!”
“I think we should get a move on if we’re going,” Remus said, sounding a little concerned about going himself. He really wasn’t sure that he should be going to the territory at all but now was not the time to over think it, not when Harry was in trouble.
“Yes, we need to go,” Romy said as the three of them headed back inside of the office and heading over to the fireplace, which Remus unlocked with a wave of his wand. “We’re going to Lukas Faris’ house,” Romy told the two men. “I’ll go first. If he’s home it’ll be easier to explain rather than a stranger flooing in.”
“Alright, off you go,” Remus said, handing over the pot of floo powder. Romy took a handful, stepped into the fireplace, shouted out her location and was gone.
FGHP
Lukas had been trying to catch up on work; with all the time that he had been spending with Nell, he had been falling behind a little with his work. He had decided to stay late to give himself the chance to catch up and had not been expecting Romy to come tumbling out of his fireplace.
At once he was on his feet, picking her up off the rug on the floor where she had landed. “Are you alright?” he asked as she dusted herself off and moved out of the way to allow the others enough space to get through too.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Romy said, turning as Theo came through the floo next, Lukas looking even more surprised to see a second teenager, one he had never seen before, also come into his home.
“What’s going on?” Lukas asked in shock, eyeing the unknown teenager with suspicion, unsure whether or not to trust him, pushing Romy behind him, in case this person was a danger to them.
“Harry’s in trouble, we need to get to Fenrir,” Romy explained in a rush as the fire burst into life for a third time and a grown man stepped out of the fire. “This is Theo and Professor Lupin, Remus, they’re helping me.”
“Trouble? What kind of trouble?” Lukas asked, disregarding the introductions and turning to look Romy in the eye, the moment that he processed that Harry was in trouble.
“Can we explain in the territory? I only want to say it once,” Romy said pleadingly; she didn’t want to waste time explaining everything to Lukas only to have to repeat herself to everyone else when they reached the clearing.
“Alright,” Lukas said with a nod of his head, his head spinning with worry for the young submissive; he was curious about what had happened to Harry, but could hold that at bay long enough for them to get back to the territory and start sorting help for the teenager. “We should go then.”
“You two don’t have to come,” Romy said, turning to look at Remus and Theo. “I’ll be safe with Lukas.”
“We’ve come this far,” Remus said with determination; he still felt uneasy with the idea of heading into the Greyback pack, but he wasn’t about to go and just sit in his office and wait for news while Harry was in danger.
“I promised Harry and Clay I wouldn’t leave you,” Theo added with a shrug, “I’m in it till the bitter end.” He might not have been willing to go to the Ministry with the others, but he still wanted to help, and helping Romy was the best way he could do that now.
“Alright, come on then,” Lukas said as the four of them headed for the door. Lukas gave Remus a rather odd look, not sure why, but feeling some kind of kinship with the man. He could smell that the man was a werewolf but it was a rather odd feeling and one that he didn’t have time to dwell on, not with his worry for Harry consuming him.
Lukas and Remus were the only two who could apparate confidently; Romy had been practising but hadn’t quite got the hang of it and didn’t want to risk taking passengers just yet. Remus didn’t know where he was going either, so it was entirely up to Lukas, who took Remus and Theo under his arms, gathering them to him.
Romy looked to her pack brother and nodded, confident that she would be able to make the journey to the clearing. Her dad had been helping her practice but this would still be the longest distance she would have travelled on her own without any assistance.
FGHP
A scream tore through the clearing, putting everyone on alert, none more so than Jenson, who had heard that scream before; it had been many years but he remembered it like it was yesterday. Instantly he was on his feet, adrenaline pumping through him veins.
“Romy!” he shouted and went off at a run towards the apparition point without a second thought. Fenrir and Damon were not far behind, Tessie, Callie, Jaylon and Micha remaining by the fire; they hadn't been told not to move, but fear was doing a rather good job at keeping them where they were.
“Don’t hurt them,” Lukas said quickly as the three dominants came rushing into the apparition point and spotting the two strangers with Romy on the ground sobbing, “They’re friends!”
“What happened?” Fenrir demanded as Jenson rushed to Romy, who was clutching at her arm that seemed to be bleeding.
“She splinched herself,” Remus said quickly, his attention on the young girl, doing his best to heal the wound in her arm; it was not severe but he didn’t want to leave it open and gaping for a second longer than they needed to.
“What are you doing?” Jenson demanded with a snarl, not liking that the stranger was trying to cast magic on his daughter. “Don’t touch her!”
“I am only trying to help,” Remus said, stumbling back a little as the larger wolf scooped the young girl into his arms and heading towards the clearing.
“You should not have brought him here,” Fenrir snarled, nodding his head in the direction of Theo, who seemed to be a little bit in shock at suddenly finding himself in the middle of some woods, surrounded by five very obviously dominant werewolves.
“He was insistent, he promised Harry and Clayton that while they were gone he would look after Romy apparently,” Remus explained; he hadn’t missed the fact that Fenrir hadn’t challenged his right to be there, which did nothing to make him feel any more comfortable about where they were.
“Gone?” Fenrir snarled. “Gone where?” he demanded to know. He had been sure that Romy’s sudden appearance was likely not a good sign, but to hear that his mate was not at Hogwarts, where he was at least somewhat protected, boiled a rage inside him.
“The Ministry of Magic,” Theo said bluntly, blurting out the truth in the face of the Alpha’s obvious anger. He was not stupid enough to mess around with a pissed off Alpha werewolf. “They’ve gone to get a prophecy.”
Fenrir took hold of the young boy’s collar, making Theo let out a yelp of surprise, and began to drag him to the clearing. “Everyone, fire, now,” he shouted angrily before turning to Theo. “You will explain!”
“Yes, sir,” he said quickly, nodding his head. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that the others were following quickly, Romy having already been picked up by her father and taken somewhere ahead of them.
“What’s going on?” Micha, who had Jaylon tucked into his side, was already demanding to know by the time they broke through the tree line and into the clearing. “Are you okay, Romy? Are Harry and Clay okay? Who’s that?” he asked spotting the young man that Fenrir was dragging towards them. “And that?” he added, when Remus followed after them, between Damon and Lukas.
“Shush, Micha,” Callie said kindly, smiling at him. “I am sure they are going to explain. Right?” she asked, giving her mate an expectant look, as Jenson put Romy down next to her. His daughter cuddled into her mother, as Callie started to check over Romy’s bleeding arm.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Romy assured Micha, sniffling a little as Callie withdrew her wand to attempt to heal her, “and yes we will explain. I’m not sure that Harry and Clay are okay, that’s why I’m here, but they are Theo and Professor Remus Lupin,” she explained, gesturing to the two newcomers.
“What do you mean you’re not sure about Harry and Clay, where are they?” Micha asked, looking a little surprised and sounding worried.
“They went to the Ministry of Magic,” Theo said speaking up for the first time in front of the group, the Alpha still holding on to him, clearly very un-trusting of the non-werewolf.
“The Ministry?” Tessie asked in shock, Jaylon tucked under her arm at once side; he looked utterly terrified of the sudden intrusion on the territory by these strangers. “Are you sure? What business would they have there?”
“A prophecy,” Romy said. “There was a prophecy made about Harry and he wanted to hear it.” She hadn’t even cast a glance over to the newest addition to the pack; though Harry had mentioned him, now was not the time to stare at him or to ask questions.
“That’s insane!” Jenson said, looking at her in surprise. If it had been anyone other than Harry and Clay, he wouldn’t have believed it, but somehow it just seemed exactly like the kind of reckless thing the two of them would do.
“Harry was under the impression that it would give him answers,” Romy explained, Theo nodding his agreement as she spoke. “He told me that the prophecy was the reason his mum died, the reason he was even turned into a werewolf in the first place.”
“He got it into his head that he needed to hear it, to make sense of everything happening,” Theo finished for her, not liking the fact that he could feel Fenrir’s fist tightening around the handful of his clothes, clearly enraged.
“Tell me Clay and Harry didn’t go alone?” Damon asked in a slight panic, concerned for the two boys who were for all intents and purposes his children.
“No,” Romy said, wincing as Callie bound her arm rather tightly.
“Draco went too and Cedric,” Theo said, not knowing if the other werewolves would know who these two were; however, from the growl that came from Fenrir, Theo realised that the name Cedric might had hit a sore point with the Alpha wolf.
“Lupin, take Romy and this one back to the school,” Fenrir barked, pushing Theo towards the Professor. “Jenson, say here, protect the others; Lukas, Damon, come with me.”
“Alpha…” Jenson began, wanting for Romy to remain behind but one glare from Fenrir and the Beta wolf quickly shut his mouth, realising that now was not the time to argue with anything the Alpha said.
“Let’s go,” Fenrir snarled, storming over to the apparition point, not leaving enough time for Damon to even kiss Micha goodbye. The older submissive looked honestly panicked and he was not the only one.
Tessie, Jaylon and Callie all looked a little shocked, Romy taking the moment to cuddle into her mother, enjoying just being close to her. Those staying behind watched as the three dominants stormed off to the apparition point and with a loud crack they were gone.
“I should get you two back,” Remus said gently; he felt a little awkward around the pack members that he barely knew and poor Theo looked almost as awkward as he felt.
“You were sired by Fenrir,” Micha said suddenly, looking at Remus. “Oh my goodness… you’re the one…”
“Enough Micha,” Jenson snapped before the submissive could say what they were all thinking. They had all known Lukas for a while now, the moment that Remus had come into the clearing and they had caught his scent they had all known.
“But he…” Micha went to say but this time it was Callie to stop him.
“Now is not the time, dear one,” Callie said to him gently.
Remus was looking curiously between them, not sure what to make of the interaction between the pack members; it seemed that the blond young man had figured something out about him that the others didn’t want acknowledged. In other circumstances he might have been insistent on an explanation, but his worries for Harry, and his need to get Theo and Romy back to Hogwarts overrode his curiosity for now.
“Do we really have to go back?” Romy asked softly, feeling quite glad to be in her mother’s arms again. It might have only been just a little over a week since the full moon, but it was still hard to be away from her family.
“It is where Harry and the others will go when they are done, we should be there when they do,” Theo pointed out. It was likely that Greyback and the other pack members would get to the Ministry before Harry, Clay, Draco and Cedric were done there, but if not, it wouldn’t do for them to get back to Hogwarts and find Lupin, Theo and Romy missing.
“Are they going to be alright?” Jaylon asked, looking up at Tessie. He hadn’t yet met Harry or Clayton but he had heard a lot about them and he didn’t want them to get hurt. He also felt worried for the dominants that had headed off together; they might have been scary to him, but he had come to depend of the protection they offered for his peace of mind.
“Fenrir isn’t going to let them get hurt,” Tessie said. “He’ll make sure they make it back in one piece,” she assured the young submissive. “They’ll be back before morning; there is nothing to worry about.”
“It’ll be okay,” Micha said firmly, his voice trembling slightly as he cuddled Jaylon close; however, it was clear that the words were as much for his own comfort as for Jaylon’s. “They’ll all be okay.”
FGHP
The streets of London were full of people, despite the late hour and the darkness of night having settled, but the four Hogwarts students were alone in the backstreet, able to hear the hustle and bustle of muggles on the more major road a short distance away.
“This way,” Draco told them, leading them towards an entrance to the Ministry he had never actually used before; of course his father had told him all about it, because it was always wise to know all your options, but normally he had flooed in, or else apparated directly. Flooing had not really be an option available to them on this occasion, and apparating straight into the Ministry was too much of a risk; as such, Draco found himself quite grateful for his father’s thorough education.
“You do know where we are going right?” Clay asked, as Draco led them around a corner, heading a little further away from the sound of the busy muggles.
“Are we in London?” Cedric asked incredulously, looking around for a moment, before jogging for a second to catch back up with the other three; it wouldn’t do for him to have come this far with Harry only to get separated from the young man now.
“Yes,” Harry confirmed. “And before you start telling us that we shouldn’t be here, I already told you that you were better off staying out of this but it was your great idea to come with us.”
“I didn’t say a thing,” Cedric said, holding up his hands in surrender at Harry’s snappish tone. As they came to a stop and he looked around, he realised exactly where they were; his father had brought him here once before. He only just managed to keep himself from letting out a groan of despair as he realised exactly where they were going; though he couldn’t figure out for the life of him what business Harry would have at the Ministry of Magic, and certainly not at almost nine o’clock at night.
“You really should go back,” Harry said to Cedric as the head boy stepped up beside him; Clay was just behind them, looking around and clearly making sure to watch their backs. Draco was standing right in front of a phone box; Harry wasn’t sure exactly what his friend was doing, but he had to just trust Draco, seeing as he was the only one who knew what he was doing at this point.
“Not a chance,” Cedric said, shaking his head. “We’re friends, and whatever crazy stunt you have planned I’m not letting you do this alone. Besides, my Dad works here, I might be able to help you out.”
“Your Dad works here?” Harry questioned as Draco opened the door to the phone box and ushered for all of them to get inside. “What does he do here? He isn’t an unspeakable is he because that would be really useful.”
“No he isn’t… wait… we’re going to the Department of Mysteries?” Cedric asked in shock as the four of them piled into the phone box, all of them getting a little too close for comfort, particularly when Clay pulled the door closed. Cedric ended up pressed against Harry, face to face. The head boy had the unfortunate moment of feeling rather embarrassed about the position they had ended up in as Draco dialled a number on the phone box.
“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business,” a female voice said.
“Harry Prince, Clayton Danes, Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy,” Draco said clearly. “Here to… steal a prophecy,” he went on, smirking at Harry as he said this.
“Thank you,” the female voice said. “Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes.”
Draco picked up the four badges that appeared, and handed them out. Clay let out a snort of amusement as he read it, and proudly pinned his ‘Clayton Danes, Prophecy Theft’ to his chest.
“Visitors to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wands for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the atrium,” the female voice told them and a moment later they started to descend.
“Yep, we are going to the Department of Mysteries,” Harry said, finally answering Cedric’s earlier question. “There is something there I want,” he added, thinking that Cedric deserved to know at least that much seeing as he had invited himself along to this little outing.
“Something you want? You’re really going to steal a prophecy?” Cedric asked with disbelief, having heard what Draco had said their business was. His own badge even declared him to be a Prophecy thief too. “You know most people wouldn’t think it a good idea to break into the Ministry just because they want something.”
“Well when Harry wants something he usually gets it,” Clayton gripped, not exactly happy about being so close to Cedric and Draco, the confined space making him entirely uncomfortable.
“Not always,” Harry grumbled as the phone box ground to a halt, the force of it almost making him fall over, if it wasn’t for Cedric grabbing hold of his waist then when the doors opened he would have tumbled out.
“Careful,” Cedric said, his voice a breathy whisper as he held Harry rather close to him.
“You can let me go now, Cedric,” Harry said, staring at him pointedly.
Clay and Draco were already out of the phone box, their wands drawn as they looked around the apparently empty atrium. If seemed that even under the control of Voldemort the Ministry workers thankfully liked to stick to their nine-till-five working hours.
“We came here for a prophecy, not so you could get cuddles,” Clay said as Harry stepped up next to him having escaped Cedric’s grasp, his own wand drawn.
“Trust me, the cuddling was all him, not me,” Harry grumbled, giving his friend a glare. It wasn’t as though he had wanted for Cedric to be there with them, and he certainly didn’t want to be cuddled by him; he wanted to get the prophecy and get back to the school with as little trouble as possible.
“Yeah, well, knowing Romy, you’re probably going to be getting cuddles from Fenrir before the night it over,” Clay said with a wince; he wasn’t stupid, even if other people thought he was sometimes, he was pretty certain exactly why his pack sister had agreed to remain behind.
“You really think she’s going to tell on us?” Harry asked, staring at Clay with wide eyes. He hadn’t really stopped for long enough to consider what Romy might do once they were gone.
“You think she wouldn’t, to keep us safe?” Clay asked incredulously. Apart from the fact that they were going to be in a lot of trouble when Damon and Fenrir found out, he kind of hoped that she would go straight to the pack; he had known there was no talking Harry out of coming but they just might need backup if it all went wrong. And if it didn’t, then they would be able to tell Romy ‘I told you so’.
“True,” Harry agreed with a resigned sigh. “Let’s get this over with before Fen turns up then,” he said with determination. He would be damned if they were coming all this way only to be stopped by his mate.
“We can take the lifts down,” Draco told them, starting to lead the way across the huge atrium, the other three following behind him.
Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly awed by the impressive place; he had seen pictures in books that he had studied with his Dad, when he had been learning about how the wizarding world worked, but they honestly hadn’t done the place justice. The complete lack of people there actually made the whole place feel even more vast somehow.
They headed straight passed the huge fountain that was in the middle of the room, and then passed a desk which had a small sign identifying it as the Security Desk. Harry knew it was probably a little stupid to enjoy the rebelliousness of ignoring the required wand registrations, particularly given they were breaking in to steal something, but he enjoyed it anyway.
Reaching a set of lifts, Draco pressed one of the buttons. A second later one of the lifts appeared, clattering and clanking, the metal grill over the front immediately sliding open and allowing them inside. Sharing momentarily hesitant looked the four of the got in, feeling thankful that it was at least a lot more spacious than the phone box.
“Department of Mysteries right?” Cedric asked rhetorically as he pressed the number nine button. “I really hope you know what you are doing, Harry,” he said quietly, as the grill slammed shut and they started to move.
“Haven’t got a clue,” Harry admitted with a shrug.
“Filling me with confidence here,” Cedric said with a frown.
“We have been planning this for a little while,” Clay told him truthfully.
“And we came to the conclusion we are going to have to wing it,” Harry said, actually grinning with amusement, when Cedric actually groaned.
“We are so all going to die,” the head boy said as though resigned to his fate.
“Just keep your hormones over Harry in check and we’ll be fine,” Clayton growled at Cedric.
The head boy actually blushed at that. “My hormones are just fine, thanks,” he said a little tersely as the lift shuddered to a stop announcing that they had reached the Department of Mysteries.
“Then what was all the cuddling about?” Clay snapped back.
“Stop it, both of you,” Harry said, putting his hand on Clay’s arm to try and calm his friend. “We’re here for a reason and if you two don’t shut up then we might not make it out alive!” he said sternly, stepping passed them both and out of the lift into the corridor beyond.
“For the record I was stopping him from falling over,” Cedric said tersely, “I wasn’t cuddling him.”
“Tell that to our Alpha,” Clay said with a glare.
“Shall we just leave them to it,” Draco said with a smirk as he stepped up next to Harry.
“Once you are done with the shows of testosterone I think we can get a move on,” Harry said with frustration. “I want this done before Fenrir arrives or we get caught.”
“It’s through there,” Draco said, pointing to a rather ominous looking black door, a little way down the corridor.
Cedric and Clay glared at each other for a moment longer, but when Harry and Draco both started to head towards the door, they both quickly followed.
“Maybe you should stay here, Cedric, as a lookout…” Harry started to suggest, but it was clear from the look that the head boy gave him that that wasn’t going to fly for a single second.
“And how exactly would I let you know if someone was coming?” Cedric asked, knowing full well that Harry was just trying to give him an out. “Besides, if your Alpha really is going to show up, I don’t think I want to be standing here alone, having to explain why I let you go ahead without me.”
“The idiot has a point,” Clay said. “Fenrir is going to squeeze the life out of him if he catches him here,” this Clay added with a little too much joy to his voice.
“Not helping, Clay,” Harry said. “Cedric, I’m trying to give you options; don’t be here when Fenrir shows up. Clay is exaggerating but not by much.”
“I am going with you, Harry,” Cedric said with determination.
“I don’t think you are getting rid of him, Harry,” Draco pointed out with a bored sigh. He got that Harry didn’t want to put Cedric in danger and all that, but the boy had chosen to come for himself, so he didn’t get why they were still talking about this. “Can we just get going?”
“Fine, fine,” Harry agreed, approaching the black door; he reached out for it but it seemed to have sensed their presence and swung open. Peering hesitantly through it, Harry stepped forward; the other three were close on his heels, as though worried the door might snap shut behind their friend and lock them outside.
The circular room they found themselves in was completely black from top to bottom, and they were surrounded by doors on all sides. Blue light from the flickering torches lit the room, reflecting off the black marble floor.
“Any guesses as to which way now?” Harry asked, the four of them looking around as they moved towards the middle.
“Through a door?” Draco suggested rather unhelpfully with a shrug. He had known that it might not be easy to figure out where to go once they were inside, but he hadn’t realised they would be presented with quite so many options in the very first room.
“Guess we have to start somewhere,” Clay said striding confidently towards one of the doors, it swinging open easily the moment his fingers touched it. “What do you reckon?” he asked, gesturing to the room beyond.
Harry came over and looked through the doorway, the room seemed to be filled with tall narrow glass cabinets, filled with glass ornaments. He was pretty sure that these weren’t prophecies, however, so what had really caught his eye was the numerous doors around the edge of that room too.
“Merlin, how big is this place?” Draco asked, as he looked inside too. “This could take a while.”
FGHP
Lukas had tried to talk to Fenrir, to get him to think rationally about where they were going, but he hadn’t had a chance before the Alpha had pulled both him and Damon into his arms and apparated all three of them directly to London.
“We aren’t going to get in this way,” the youngest of the three dominants tried to point out to the highly agitated Alpha.
None of them had ever been to the Ministry before; Fenrir couldn’t as a wanted man, Damon had wanted to let the wizarding world continue to believe him dead and Lukas had simply been avoiding his father, who happened to work there. This did mean, however, that they didn’t have more than a very vague idea of where the visitors entrance was and they were having no luck in finding it.
“Lukas is right, Fenrir,” Damon said, not wanting to piss off his friend but knowing that this was getting them nowhere. He was painfully aware that every second they spent here, was a second longer that Harry and Clayton were having to cope on their own.
“We’re getting in!” Fenrir turned and growled at them. There was nothing that was going to keep him from getting to his precious, though stupidly reckless, little mate.
“Yes, but let’s go back to my house and floo in,” Lukas suggested somewhat impatiently, coming to a stop and refusing to keep on walking around in circles along the same few London streets again and again.
“Will take too long,” Fenrir grunted, stopping long enough to grab Lukas by the back of the neck, practically dragging the young man along next to him as he stormed angrily around another corner.
“Longer than continuing to look here?” Damon pointed out. “We are wasting time, Fenrir.”
“Fine, let’s go,” the Alpha said through gritted teeth, suddenly releasing Lukas and disapparating away.
“He has one hell of a grip,” Lukas complained, rubbing at the back of his neck, turning to look at Damon but the other dominant just disapparated with a pop. “I’ll meet you there then,” he said with a sigh, focusing on the location of his house as he followed the others.
FGHP
The Department of Mysteries really was like a maze, and twice, despite going through many other rooms, the four of them had ended up back in the black circular room they had started in. It had been Draco’s helpful suggestion to mark the doors they had been through, but it had still taken them ages, and they didn’t feel much closer to finding what they were looking for.
“Harry, this is hopeless,” Cedric said, as the young werewolf headed for yet another door. “How long do you suggest we keep looking?”
“Until we find it,” Harry told him stubbornly, as yet another door swung open revealing the room beyond that seemed to have plants and trees growing out of the wall opposite, straight towards them.
Harry went to step through, but Cedric reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling the teenager back before he had even finished a step. Even as his arm passed through the doorway to reach Harry, he felt the odd shift in the gravity of the room.
“Pretty sure we will fall straight down to the far wall if we go in there,” Cedric explained, when Harry turned to glare at him the moment he was put back on his feet. “Might want to give that room a miss.”
“You might want to come and look at this one anyway,” Clay called from two doors down.
“How did you know about that room, Cedric?” Harry asked, as they went to see what Clay had found. “That we’d fall straight down to the far wall? How could you have known that?”
“Trees don’t usually grow sideways, even in the wizarding world, Harry,” Cedric said with a soft smile. “I dunno how I knew, guess I just figured it was more likely they were messing with gravity than just making trees that grew sideways,” he explained with a shrug. Harry actually looked impressed.
The room that Clay had found was practically glowing, with a mesmerising sparkly light and Harry could see at once why his friend had called him over. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, but as they did he was able to make out the clocks that covered every surface, all ticking in time with each other.
“Might as well see where this leads,” Clay said stepping into the room, the other three behind him. He lead them through the bookcases, and shelves and desks, all of which were covered in clocks of every size and shape and style imaginable, heading towards the source of the strange, bright light.
As they got closer they could see an enormous bell jar, towering over them at the far end of the room; something seemed to be rising and falling inside it, changing and morphing as it did so, but they didn’t stop to look any closer, instead heading straight passed it and through the door there.
Harry’s eyes were still half watching the bell jar as he stepped into the next room, and so he collided with Clay’s back, his pack brother having stopped there. He turned to ask him why, but was stopped short by the sight in front of him. The place was vast.
“I think we found it,” Draco said softly, as the four of them stared at the room, which was filled with shelves going all the way up to ceiling, each of the shelves lined with numerous glass orbs that almost seemed to glimmer despite the dull light of the room.
“Well this is creepy,” Clay said, rubbing his hands up and down his own arms to try and warm himself up against the chilly temperature of the large hall.
“And huge,” Cedric pointed out. “You don’t happen to know how we are supposed to find it in here do you?” he asked Harry, already suspecting he knew the answer.
“Nope, not a clue,” Harry said honestly. “But we got this far, and I am sure they must keep a log or something somewhere. I mean, look; all the aisles are numbered, so they must have something of a system.”
“This way,” Draco said, “I think I can see something that might help us.” He led them off to their left passed the aisles labelled fifty-three, fifty-two, fifty-one and fifty until they came across a small set of steps at the end of aisle forty-nine.
Shrugging, Harry stepped up the small set of stairs and found himself faced with what had to be one of the biggest books he had ever seen in his life; he probably literally could have laid down on top of the book and his arms and legs wouldn’t have even hung over the edges, not to mention that it was the best part of a foot thick. “Okay then,” he said, smiling.
“Please tell me that book has an index or something, it’s friggin huge!” Clay said eyeing the massive tome with something akin to horror, as he stepped up behind Harry and peered over his shoulder.
“Let’s find out, shall we,” Harry said, as he started to read from the page that was open. It seemed that it was a list of prophecies from the seventeen-forties, complete with who they were about and the name of the seer, literally hundreds of them to a page. “I think it might be in date order,” he commented, turning as many pages as he could manage.
“Well unless this prophecy we’re looking for was made in eighteen-ten, then you might have to turn a few more pages than that,” Clay commented.
“Yes, thank you, Clayton,” Harry said sarcastically, “it might only be paper but when it is this stupidly huge it is actually pretty heavy.”
“Let me,” Clay said, reaching over Harry’s shoulders and turning a large chunk of the pages for him. “Sometimes it is so handy you being such a short arse,” he said teasingly.
“Hilarious,” Harry said dryly, as he checked the page in front of them. “This is for the nineteen-sixties, so we’re close; though we don’t know the exact date,” he realised. He had always assumed it was around the time that Voldemort had attacked his family, but he wasn’t exactly certain on that and now he was thinking he should really have asked Dumbledore a few more questions about it before they came.
He turned a few more pages and quickly found the ones for the early nineteen-eighties, his eyes darting across the pages looking for his name.
“Let me have a look,” Draco said, getting bored of waiting for the two werewolves to figure it out. It was a bit of a squash with all three of them at the top of the steps, trying to look at the book, and Harry was a feeling a little bit cornered as his two best friends peered over him at the book.
“Here, look,” Draco said, pointing to an entry about halfway up the right hand page. “S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D. Dark Lord and… Harry Potter,” he read out of the book. There was a question mark that had been crossed out, with Neville Longbottom written next to it, but that too had been crossed out and replaced with Harry’s name.
“But that says Potter,” Harry protested grumpily. It was always a little bit of a shock seeing Longbottom’s name crossed out; it felt as though they had discarded the young boy the moment he had died and Harry couldn’t help but think that this whole thing was really messed up.
“I don’t think now is the time to get pedantic about your surname,” Draco said a little pointedly. He was just kind of impressed that they had managed to get this far and actually figure out where to find this prophecy at all.
“It’s just more proof that my dad isn’t really my dad,” Harry said miserably. He felt the guilt bubble in his gut for how he had treated Remus, when the man had just been trying to help him see the truth; though he would never let anyone replace his dad in his heart, not for anyone or anything.
“But you kinda knew that already,” Clay pointed out. He really didn’t understand why Harry was being so stubborn about the whole birth parent thing; it wasn’t as though anyone was telling him that Severus wasn’t his Dad. Clay didn’t quite know how he would feel if faced with the reality of his birth father, but he didn’t think he would be quite so stubborn over the name as Harry was being.
“I know but I still don’t like it,” Harry said, ducking down under Clay and Draco’s arms, to head down the steps.
“It mentions the Dark Lord too, that can’t be good,” Draco said pensively, leaning on the banister.
“That’s not much of a surprise,” Harry admitted with a shrug, turning to look back up at him, “given this is supposedly why he attacked my family in the first place.”
“Let’s just go and find it,” Clay said, turning to the book, and running his finger along the line that related to Harry’s prophecy. “It’s on aisle ninety-seven, according to this.”
“That’s back the way we came,” Harry said, heading off in that direction with Cedric at his side, Clay and Draco hurrying down the steps to catch up with them.
Forty-eight aisles didn’t sound very far in theory, but it turned out that it was a lot further than Harry had anticipated. As they walked, he looked closer at some of the glass orbs they were passing; some of them seemed to glow brightly, while yet others were dim, a few barely letting off any light at all. Each of them seemed to be standing on a small yellowish label, and when Harry stopped long enough to read one, he could see it held the same details that were listed in the enormous log book.
“Something doesn't feel right,” Cedric said with a shiver, glancing around them and trying to peer into the darkness. “It’s like we’re being watched.”
“We’re in a huge room of glowing glass balls, looking for the reason Harry’s family were murdered. Which part of this is meant to feel right?” Clay snapped at Cedric.
“Both of you just stop,” Harry snarled; he was on edge enough without their bickering. “We’re here.”
“That is still a lot of prophecies,” Draco said, as they stood at the end of the aisle and looked down it. “Do we just start checking labels?”
Harry peered at a few of the nearest ones, a relieved expression on his face as he realised how old they all were. Wanting to check his theory, he cross to the other side of the aisle a little further down and started reading labels there too. “I think they might be in some kind of date order; these are all really old, but they seem to be getting more recent the further back we go.”
“So we start at the other end of the aisle then?” Cedric asked, thankful that they weren’t going to have to read all of the labels.
“And hope that it is on a low shelf,” Clay pointed out. It was going to be a real pain if they found it had been put right up the top somewhere.
Half an hour later and the four of them thought that they were around the right period of time, surrounded by prophecies from the nineteen eighties, all of them scanning the labels looking for the one that they needed. The feeling of unease had only grown the longer that they searched and now Cedric was not the only one who had the uneasy feeling of being watched.
“I think I found it,” Draco finally called out to the others. Harry was the first one at his side, looking where Draco was pointing, reading the label by the side of the glowing prophecy.
Harry was the first at Draco’s side, though Cedric and Clay were only seconds behind. “That’s it,” Harry said, reaching out and picking it up cautiously. He half expected for an alarm to go off or something, but as he took the prophecy orb in his hands, nothing happened.
“Now what?” Clay asked. It was all a little anti-climactic in his opinion; though he wasn’t complaining, it was certainly better than a lot of the alternatives.
“We go back to school, I guess,” Harry said with a shrug. “I probably need Romy’s help to figure out how to listen to it anyway,” he told them.
“Or, Mr Prince, you could hand it over,” a rather smug sounding voice said, and the four of them turned to look down the aisle to see a dark haired man, who looked to be in his late teens, possibly early twenties, standing there, his hand held out. “I can help you hear it if you would like,” he said kindly.
“Erm, no that’s okay, I think I can figure it out for myself,” Harry said as Clay and Draco took up position on either side of him, Cedric standing just beside Clay, all four of them drawing their wands.
“Now now, Harry, there really is no need for that at all,” the man said. “I believe we could even be… allies,” he suggested.
“Harry, you do know that’s the Dark Lord, right?” Draco whispered to him under his breath.
“Really?!” Harry said, turning to look at Draco in surprise before turning to look back at Voldemort again. “You’re a bit younger than I expected. Not too bad looking either, if I’m being honest. Real shame about the psychopathic habits.”
“Your lover must be very satisfied to have kept you around, such a feisty young thing. Fenrir and I are old friends and you seem to be just his type,” Tom Riddle drawled, smiling at the teenagers.
“You don’t know anything about Fenrir,” Harry told him dismissively. He knew that there were things in his mate’s past that he wouldn’t never approve of, but he knew his mate had his reasons; he loved the man Fenrir was now, and that was what mattered. Nothing Voldemort could say would change how he felt about his mate.
Tom chuckled. “I did not mean to insult you, Harry,” he told him, taking a few steps closer. “I meant what I said about allies. I find it hard to believe that you… enjoy working with Albus Dumbledore. We could do great things together, you and I.”
“Whatever you’re going to try and promise me, you can shove it up your arse,” Harry told him a little angrily, keeping a firm hold on the prophecy in his hands. “I might not like Dumbledore but you’re just as bad; go fuck yourself.”
Harry heard all three of his friends let out frustrated groans at his words and couldn’t help but smile a little; apparently Clay, Draco and Cedric didn’t think that it was wise to tell murderous mad men to go fuck themselves, but truthfully Voldemort looked more amused than offended.
“Such a shame,” Tom said, sounding almost genuinely disappointed. “Then I suppose we shall have to take the prophecy from you.”
“We?” Harry questioned.
“Yes, Mr Prince, we,” Tom said with a smirk, as Gideon stepped out of the darkness behind the Dark Lord with a grin on his face, the dim blue light of the room reflecting off his silver hand, a few other huge werewolves close behind him.
“Fucker!” Clay snarled, going to charge at Gideon. Harry had to hold his pack brother back, to stop him from attacking the older werewolf.
“I’m glad there are no introductions needed,” Tom said, still smiling.
“Who is he?” Cedric asked in a whisper to Harry.
“He’s the werewolf that is going to deal with you,” Lucius said as he too stepped forward out of the shadows.
“Hello, father, good to see you,” Draco drawled sarcastically.
“I see you have made some new friends, Draco,” Lucius drawled in a tone so remarkably similar to the one his son had just used.
“I have, I would invite them over to the Manor to stay some time, but you seem to have rather filled all the rooms with psychopaths and sociopaths.”
“You would be wise not to test my temper, Draco,” Lucius warned
“Now, now, Lucius,” Tom said, a soft smile on his lips as though simply amused by the whole situation. “Let the boy stay with his friends for the moment, they will either join us or die in short form anyway. If Draco decides he no longer wants to join us that’s alright, you have another heir now, and I am sure that Gideon here would enjoy playing with such a… pretty boy.”
“Okay, bored now,” Harry said with a wave of his arm.
“The Dark Lord is threatening us and you’re bored?” Cedric asked in a little bit of shock at this.
“You wanted this, yes?” Harry asked, holding up the prophecy and ignoring Cedric’s question, keeping his eyes fixed on Voldemort.
“I had hoped we could listen to it together but…” Voldemort started to say, but he was quickly interrupted.
“Nope, not happening,” Harry declared, suddenly throwing it at the ground with all the force he could muster.
Everyone watched on, seemingly frozen in the moment of surprise, silence gripping them as the ghostly figure of a woman rose from the smashed glass, opened her mouth and began to speak. Harry half wanted to shout and curse, to make sure that Voldemort wouldn’t hear what the woman was about to say but his curiosity won out, listening intently to her words.
“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…” the ghostly figure said, her voice sounding odd and strained, “born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…”
An eerie silence filled the space around them, no-one knowing what to say as the ghostly shape of the woman faded, the words she had spoken ringing in their ears.
“Well that was interesting, anyone know what it means? Did someone at least write that down?” Clay asked, breaking the tense silence.
“I think it means me,” Harry said grinning at Tom, “I’m the one with the power to vanquish Mr ego-power trip over there. Let me give it a try,” Harry said, a look of concentration on his face. “Go away!” he suddenly shouted, waving his hands at Voldemort, who just looked confused. “Yeah, thought that would be too easy,” Harry said with a shrug, making both Clay and Draco snort with amusement.
“You think this is a joke?” Lucius snapped, clearly not liking the boys attitude one little bit.
“Bloody hilarious joke actually if you think about it,” Harry said with a wave of his hand, “you know the whole bit it said about marking me as your equal. What’s the bet that was when you murdered my parents,” he suggested casually with a shrug. “Though that’s not as funny as the shade of your hair,” he went on, turning back to Lucius. “Do you two dye it that colour to match? It can’t be natural,” Harry said almost conversationally as he motioned between Draco and Lucius.
“Hey!” Draco protested.
“Enough of this childish foolishness,” Tom snapped. “Kill them all!”
“My pleasure,” Gideon said, grinning at them, flexing his silver hand threateningly, “The Prince boy is mine!”
“You’ll have to catch us first,” Harry said, thinking that it would be awesome if they could have just apparated out of there and back to Hogsmeade, but alas it just wasn’t possible.
“This is bad,” Cedric said, obviously panicked, as the four of them set off running towards the exit.
“It certainly isn’t ideal,” Harry agreed, as he threw a stunning spell over his shoulder, quickly followed by a shield charm.
“Seriously hoping I am right about Romy getting Fenrir,” Clay said, as he too threw spells over his shoulder, throwing an expanding marsh at the werewolves chasing them as they rounded the corner at the end of the aisle; he paused just long enough to enjoy the sight of one of the werewolves slip in it, before he had to dodge a spell and quickly took off after Harry, Draco and Cedric again.
Draco was at the door first, yanking it open and standing behind it, using it as a shield so that he could throw spells at those chasing them, while the other three got through the doorway and back into the room full of clocks. Slamming it shut behind him, they started dodging through the maze of clocks, back towards the door at the other end of the room.
Harry screamed as a clock right next to him exploded, ducking down and taking a short cut underneath a nearby desk. At least one of the werewolves had made it into the room with them, and when Harry glanced over his shoulder as he stood up and started running again, he saw it was Gideon.
FGHP
Fenrir arrived in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic first, Lukas shortly after him and finally Damon. All three of them had their wands drawn, expecting trouble, not sure whether to be relieved or concerned that the place was so quiet upon their arrival.
“Should we split up and try to find him?” Damon asked; he might never have been to the ministry of magic before but he knew how big it was, he knew that going in blindly there was very little hope that they would find the pups and their friends.
“Romy, didn’t she say something about a prophecy?” Lukas asked, mulling it over. “I can’t be certain, but I am thinking that it would be a good bet that that would mean the Department of Mysteries.” He couldn’t think of any other department that might deal with such things.
“How do you know that?” Damon asked as without a word Fenrir headed for the elevators. They had already wasted so much time and he was concerned what kind of trouble his little mate would have managed to get himself into already.
“Honestly, just an educated guess,” Lukas admitted and Damon glared at him, clearly wanting more than that. “My Dad works here, or he at least used to the last I knew,” he explained as Fenrir began to angrily jab at the lift button, “I remember him telling me all about this place, and if it is strange and unexplained, even by wizards, then it is a fair bet that it is the Department of Mysteries that you are looking for.”
“And you figure that prophecies qualify as strange and unexplained,” Damon said with a nod of understanding, as the lift arrived, clattering open and allowing the three of them inside. “Well it is as good a theory to go on as any,” he admitted, pressing the number nine button to take them down to the lowest level.
FGHP
Harry was struggling to catch his breath as the four of them barged through the door out of the room of clocks and into the black circular room with far too many doors.
“Fuck!” Clay cursed when he realised that the entrance they had left open had now been shut and they had no way of telling which way was out of the department.
“What do we do?” Cedric asked, turning to Harry expectantly with fear in his eyes.
“I have no fucking idea,” Harry said, hurriedly slamming the door to the clock room, thinking to at least try and seal it shut and keep Gideon from getting through for a few minutes while they tried the other doors, but the second it clicked shut, the whole room began to move.
“What now?” Draco asked with despair, as the walls around them spun, the blue torches on the walls becoming a single ring around the room.
“I hate to point this out, but now we don’t even know which door the pissed off werewolves are about to come through,” Cedric said, as the four of them backed up into the middle of the room, their wands out, ready to defend whatever came at them next.
FGHP
“Too slow!” Fenrir raged, banging his fist against the grill at the front of the lift.
“And if you break the lift and get us stuck in here, then who’s going to help Harry and Clay?” Damon snapped angrily, giving his friend a shove. “I get that you’re worried about him, but Clay is my son, Harry as good as another; you aren’t the only one worried about them, Fenrir!”
“He’s my mate!” Fenrir growled, towering over Damon.
“And how about you two save your bickering until we have Harry and Clay safe,” Lukas grumbled. He really did love his pack but sometimes even the adult dominants were like squabbling children. “Look, we’re here,” he pointed out, as the grill opened, only to be nearly knocked to the ground as Fenrir and Damon hurried passed him. “Oh no, after you two, please,” he said sarcastically, as he followed them.
FGHP
The room was eerily quiet as the four teenagers waited back-to-back for one of the doors to be thrown open, ready to defend themselves, but it seemed that something was keeping Gideon and the others from coming through right away because the seconds seemed to drag on.
Harry could hear his blood pumping in his ears, his breath still coming in harsh pants from the combination of running and too much adrenaline in his system. He could feel Clay pressed up against his right hand side, Cedric on his left, and knew that Draco was directly behind him; he wanted to turn to them, but didn’t dare take his eyes off the doors in front of him.
“There!” Clay shouted, as one of the doors started to move, and the other three all turned with their wands raised, to face the same way as Clay.
They had spells on the lips and in their minds, ready to attack the moment they had a target in sight. It was so fast and yet felt like an age as more light filtered into the room as the door swung open, revealing the silhouette of a huge man.
“WAIT!” Harry bellowed, but it was a second too late and while Clay managed to redirect his stunning spell harmlessly up at wall, Cedric’s went straight for the man in the doorway, barely missing him. “Fen!” Harry cried out rushing towards his mate.
“Well, that was not the pissed off werewolf I was thinking of,” Clay said, though he hadn’t thought he would ever be quite so grateful to see the Alpha. “Dad!” he exclaimed when Damon stepped passed Fenrir into the room, his own wand drawn and looking seriously pissed off.
“Behind me,” Fenrir growled out, having already put Harry there without pausing to greet his little mate.
Knowing better than to argue, Clay grabbed both Draco and Cedric by their sleeves and dragged them to the doorway and behind the Alpha.
“Sorry about the spell,” Cedric said nervously, actually whimpering a little bit when Fenrir actually turned and more or less roared at him. “I’ll shut up,” he said quietly.
“Gideon’s here,” Fenrir snarled. He could smell the other werewolf on the air, “and… three other strays. And your father,” he added looking over his shoulder at Draco for a moment with a glare. “Did they touch you?” he demanded to know, turning back to watch the room as though expecting someone else to appear at any moment.
“No, we ran,” Harry told him. He was feeling a little put out that Fenrir hadn’t bothered to greet him or even acknowledge him beyond pushing him behind him. “But he isn’t far behind, we should go. Please, Fen, let’s just leave now,” he begged, seeing the way the anger in his mate, that Fenrir wanted to hunt the man down and kill him.
“Harry’s right,” Damon said, seeing the determination in his friend’s features. “Let’s get the pups safe and we can deal with Gideon another time.”
“Fine,” Fenrir agreed, knowing that they needed to get Harry and Clayton, and even their two friends, somewhere safe. If he stayed and fought Gideon now, then there was a high chance of his mate being hurt, something he couldn’t allow. “Move,” he instructed, turning around and picking Harry up into his arms before his little mate could get into any more trouble, the others all heading for the lifts.
“I’m sorry, wolfie,” Harry said softly, reaching up to touch his mate’s cheek.
“Quiet, little one,” Fenrir snapped a little impatiently. He was furious at Harry for having got himself into such danger again, despite the relief he felt at having him safe. But right now he needed to be able to hear what was going on around them, to be able to know the second that someone was close by.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” Harry begged, feeling completely heartbroken and the stern rejection, leaning his head on the Alpha’s shoulder. His system was still full on adrenaline and he wanted to walk, to run, to be doing something, but he was too grateful to be in his mate’s arms to fight it.
“Shut up, little one,” Fenrir snarled harshly as his eyes darted around, watching over those under his protection.
Harry didn’t say anything further, too shocked at the tone that Fenrir had taken with him. His hands were starting to tremble, the adrenaline starting to leave his system and an overwhelming sadness replacing it.
There was a heavy silence in the lift as they all got inside and headed back up to the atrium. It was strange, with the knowledge that they were being chased, to stand still and wait, but the lift was the quickest way back up and out, so they had no choice.
They were all on high alert as the lift clattered to a halt and opened for them. It was as quiet as when they had each arrived, without a soul in sight, but they kept their wands drawn as they headed passed the security desk towards the fountain. Even Harry, who was clinging to his mate’s chest, had his wand out and raised.
“I am disappointed in you, Greyback,” Tom Riddle said calmly as they passed the fountain and he came into view.
“How…?” Harry asked a little breathlessly, looking back at the lifts and then back to Voldemort. He knew that Tom had been behind them when they left the Hall of Prophecies and he didn’t understand how it was possible for him to have got back up to the atrium so quickly.
"You might be able to out-run the little beasts like Gideon, Harry,” Tom said smugly, “but do you honestly think I can't out-smart you in my own ministry."

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