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What Are You Worth?	By : kati Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 109055 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Harry settled himself upon the springy block with amazement and disbelief ringing through his veins. He had never in his entire life even heard of a contraption such as this! He wondered what it was and what it was used for. It was certainly very comfortable.

Caspian lowered himself onto the soft surface next to Harry. He hissed and sprang back up again as the... thing... dipped under his weight. He narrowed his eyes at Harry's doe-eyed concern; he could do this! It was just another thing and all things would be conquered by him.

He took a deep breath and allowed himself to flop back upon the bed, holding his breath unconsciously. He seemed genuinely surprised when he found that nothing adverse happened to him, and the surface of the weird item only sank so far before stabilising. He sat up with a grin which dispelled Harry's concern for his brother's strange behaviour and therefore sanity. By the triumphant look upon his brother's face, Harry understood that he expected praise. He rewarded him with a kind smile and a soft pat upon his arm. This seemed to satisfy Caspian sufficiently, and he proceeded to explore the rest of their room, his chest puffed with pride, looking for further enemies to slay.

Paul watched his brothers with an affectionate smile enhancing his features; his brothers really were too cute, each in their own way. Perhaps he should eradicate the mystery of the object that dominated their small room.

"Guys, that is a bed. It is a human luxury and very expensive, but the Alpha is trying very hard to improve standards of living by trading with them. I have heard that within the next thirty years he hopes to have every room in the Palace installed with human washing facilities. Anyway, a bed is like a den, basically. We only have one between us, but humans usually only share their bed with a mate."

Caspian's eyes goggled, "What? They do not sleep with their pack? How strange!"

Paul shrugged, "It's not strange to them. Anyway, I'm heading out about now. I don't want to get trapped inside the palace for three days. You coming?"

Caspian stretched and nodded in agreement. Paul laughed, "I can't wait until you're transformed so that you be put back in your place and cease your silly Alpha games."

Caspian narrowed his eyes threateningly but his flushed face betrayed his embarrassment.

Harry smiled; he had thought Caspian was being a bit weird. Was he always like this before a transformation? He wouldn't know, since he had never ran with his brothers before. He probably wouldn't be able to keep up anyway...

They had signed a huge register upon their entry to the imposing Palace by pricking their fingers on a needle that was sterilised after each use with a clear liquid whose stench bit at Harry's sensitive nose. They then marked the tomb with a bloody fingerprint. They signed their names next to the print with ink.

Marylla had not wasted any time in informing the guards of who they all were and demanding to be shown to the werewolf in charge of accommodations. The intimidated dominants had scurried away to find the undoubtedly busy person and had reappeared half an hour later with an irritated female dominant striding out before them.

She had scowled at them all, obviously not impressed by the Priestess' sister at all, though she was very respectful to the Priestess herself, and showed Rook and the twins to their rooms. Marylla had insisted, upon reaching their rooms, that Richard stayed with them and Richard seemed all too content to oblige. Marylla then went on to demand rooms for the remaining three werewolves, who were steadily becoming more and more embarrassed with each childish tantrum from her. The woman looked about ready to burst a blood vessel in her temple but had provided a room for them, most probably just for a quiet life.

Harry had felt so sorry for the lady that, upon reaching their dilapidated living-space, he offered a warm, "Thank you" to the harassed dominant with no stutter in his voice. He had been very pleased with this feat and smiled sincerely at the woman, who had done a double-take upon hearing his voice. She seemed to really notice him for the first time and at first seemed shocked but, after looking at him properly, a leer slid across her features.

Caspian hadn't been too amused but Paul seemed to find it hilarious as had she purred to him, "Well, well, sweet submissive, we can't have such a pretty and polite young thing sleeping in such a nasty little room. Come with me and we'll find something a little more appropriate." She had rolled her "r"s in a strangely lewd manner.

Harry had been completely baffled, but when he realised that she was giving them such a lovely room, he had forgotten his questions and just decided that she was a very nice dominant. He thanked her once again and she had smiled before stalking off to continue her business.

Paul had congratulated him on his cunning, but had stopped laughing when he realised that Harry had no idea what was going on.

Now they were in their lovely room, in a magnificent Palace, sharing the air with the Alpha himself. Harry couldn't believe this was happening to him. He imagined it was the sort of story he would tell to his grandchildren one day, if he was lucky enough to find sufficient peace and prosper with his mate that they could afford to have pups.

There was a forest to the west, they had been told by a lone werewolf at dinner, where everyone went to run during the transformation. That was where his brothers would go for their transformation, but Harry did not expect that he would see it for himself.

The dining hall was impressive and high-ceilinged, as were most of the public rooms, and sparsely decorated. Huge leviathians of furniture dominated the rooms of the Palace with broad banners and tapestries swept across the walls. The Alpha was conspicuous in his absence during dinner. People said that he rarely made an appearance at meals, instead favouring to eat in his rooms.

The only people allowed in the dining hall to eat communally were those with accomodation in the palace. Food was being sent over to the camp as they ate. Harry could not help but feel guilty that he was enjoying such luxuries whilst others were hunkered down in tents eating from tin bowls. However, it would not matter once the full moon rose, then, everyone would be enjoying themselves equally.

Caspian and Paul made their was to the door of the room, anxious to be bathed in the moon's silvery glow. They paused at the door, "Hurry up, Harry. Don't just sit there." Paul ordered.

Harry's eyes widened and remained focused on the murky green of his thin trousers. He knew what they were saying, but he couldn't believe it. Tonight was the night that he would run?

Caspian rolled his eyes and strode over to him. He lifted him easily, his large hands finding purchase upon the skinny limbs and waist, and slung him over his shoulders, sighing dramatically. "Looks like Harry's legs have stopped working, brother. I'll just have to lug him around for the next three days."

Paul snorted, "Oh, poor you. Many would kill for the priveledge, you know." He was obviously not in the mood to play around with his brother. Caspian's face fell momentarily and he sniffed loudly, offended. But he then grinned and brushed past the the moody werewolf and jiggled his little brother purposefully with each bouncing step, "He's right, little one. I've got you! Let's see who will challenge me for you..." He swung around looking for his fantastical enemies.

Harry laughed as he was swung around, though he kept a wary eye on the hard-looking wood of the floors, "Silly, I only h-have t-two... other b-b-brothers... and neither of th-them are going to t-t-try," he struggled for a moment and breathed in concentration, "t-to take me from you; you're the only one th-that... wants me."

Caspian sighed, "No, I'm not Harry. Lots of people like you and care about you greatly."

They remained in silence until they were outside of the city walls. They waited by the main entrance for Paul, who was probably retrieving Richard. Hundereds of werewolves, all as agitated as Paul was, were streaming from the huge wooden doors out into the night.

The sigh of the waves in the soft breeze swept around them, and Harry could taste the salt in the air. The gargantuan globe that ruled their lives hung in the inky night as if twirling on the end of a string. Its fierce light leeched the colour from their faces and softly tingled over their skin.

Paul was not going to make it on time to meet them, but they would find each other later.

Caspian sighed in bliss, the pain of their transformation something easily borne when the reward for it was so sweet. He set Harry down carefully upon the rock of the promenade and worked a crick out of his neck. He began to stretch and relax his body. Harry watched in confusion; this was something that he had never done himself. Pain for him was something that he was used to, and no longer bothered him as much as it might someone else. However, he copied what his brother was doing, seeing no harm in easing his discomfort.

People all around them were in similar postions; breathing, stretching. Those with mates who resided in the palace were attending to each other; massaging and soothing.

Minutes passed and eventually something inside him found the rest of his being. He laughed at the sensation he so loved; a part of himself coming home. He felt that freedom and that passion rise in his throat, accompanied by the scorching fire of the transormation. He let his eyes fall shut and completely accepted the pain, welcomed the pain.

Suddenly the fire reached his eyes and they were burning, cracking with heat, the dry jelly exploding and dripping from the sockets. Energy fizzled through his veins, brethen of the blood there. His bones snapped where the energy willed it, reforming and elongating, cracking and being melded again and again until he was delirious with pain yet completely content.

For minutes he could see nothing, hear nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing. He could only feel the rush and calamity of sensation all throughout him. The uncomfortable sensation of wiry hairs pushing their way out from his skin all over his body caused him to shudder; that was something that he would never get used to nor enjoy.

And then all the pain evaporated, leaving behind only the mind of a wolf.
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