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A Blessing of the Moon	By : dark-huntressmoony Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 61532 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Chapter 7

Harry paced in the small cleared out study he had been placed in while precautions and preparations were being made for him to be bitten by Fenrir. Remus and Sirius fought him at first but Harry knew in his heart that this is what he wanted; he wanted to be an asset to everyone here, not a child to be protected. He was grateful that no one kept him in the dark about anything but he had also made his intentions clear, he wanted to be active in the way things were going. He had sat and talked to Tom and Severus, he knew that because he was going to be a werewolf the Dark Mark would not take hold in his skin. He sat on a pile of pillows that were set out in the room and thought back to his talk with Tom and Severus.

:::Earlier that evening:::

Harry knocked tentatively on the door to the room where Tom held his paintings, knowing that both of the vampires were in there. He saw the door open and Severus blinking in surprise. “Harry? What are you doing here?”

“I-I was wondering if I could…talk to you and Tom?”

“Of course, please come in.” Severus stood to the side to let him in.

Harry walked into the room and jumped slightly at hearing the door close, while he was comfortable being in and around the Manor it still unnerved him to be in the same room with Tom. He took a calming breath as he looked up at Tom. The older vampire turned around from his painting; wiping his hands on the towel he held a paintbrush between his teeth and a smear of black across his cheek. Harry couldn’t help but smile at how human he looked, and it settled him completely.

Tom blinked a few times before pulling the brush from his teeth, “Harry? I’m sorry; did we have a meeting tonight?”

Harry shook his head, “no, I just…need some advice. No one but you guys can help me out and I know you said I could come find you if I ever need to. If this is a bad time I can go.”

“Of course not, I was just doing a little painting while Severus worked on his curriculum for the year.”

“You’re still going back to Hogwarts?”

Severus sighed, “I have to, we had a long talk about it…as much as it pains me to be away from Tom right now…I have to. We need people inside of Hogwarts…and Dumbledore is planning something big…really big, he’s putting together his old organization…I suspect he will call for Remus and Sirius. But don’t worry about that right now, what can we help you with?”

Harry took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. “I want to join you.”

Tom’s eyebrows shot up into his hair as his jaw went slack, causing the boy to laugh. He snapped his jaw shut and sighed, “Harry do you-”

“Hear me out first. I realize what I am asking, but I am about to be part of the Greyback pack…I am also about to be Fenrir’s mate, that’s part of why I want to join…the other part is because I actually believe you when you say you want to help our world. I’ve done a lot of reading in the library…the witch hunts…all the deaths at the hands of Muggles…my own treatment. I know not all of them are like that, but it’s still horrifying to think that anyone can treat someone like that. I want to save another kid what I had to go through…the pain of it and the humiliation. I also don’t want brilliant witches and wizards running back to the Muggle world acting as if their magical lives were just a dream. Hermione often talks about how she misses her parents and her old life, she says that yeah while having magic is great it’s also terrifying because of the way people look at her, being called a mudblood doesn’t help. Anyway…I think I also might be an asset to you.”

Tom blinked, “I have to admit, I’m curious.”

Harry smiled, “it will have to wait until I can talk it over with everyone, you two, Sirius, Remus, and Fenrir. I have an idea…I want to be heard out, you don’t have to agree with it but I want you to hear my idea. I think it might help you all out in the long run.”

Severus shook his head and chuckled running his fingers through his hair, “how you are not in Slytherin I will never know.”

Harry grinned, “I have a confession on that, the hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, blame Hagrid, Ron, and everyone else for me being in Griffindor…they scared the wits out of me with Slytherin.”

Tom chuckled and shook his head, “of course, now I believe you have a date? The small study near the front doors is free and already set up. I suggest you get in there and make yourself comfortable, you are in for a long night.”

Harry sighed as he stood up. “Thanks, and please think about what I said.” Harry offered another smile as he turned and left the room.

Harry laughed as he remembered the looks on both of the vampire’s faces and he relaxed. He remembered Dorian telling him that relaxing would help the night move quickly. The door opened slightly and he saw a Death Eater standing back to let a large wolf slide into the room. The door was then shut and warded and Harry watched as the wolf sat by the door just watching him. Harry was caught a little off guard, he was used to seeing a warped twisted human/wolf hybrid in all the pictures and from when he saw Remus. He looked at the wolf in front of him and the only thing he could think was it was a real wolf, only maybe a little bigger. He slowly reached out, his hand shaking slightly, and offered a small half smile. “Fenrir?”

The wolf walked forward and bumped his head against Harry’s outstretched hand, growling softly. Harry ran his hand through the silky fur, surprised at how soft it was as he admired the Alpha. He was truly a beautiful creature, his fur was a light grey with silver running down his back, he was majestic and stunning to look at. His eyes were still blue, but flecked with amber and silver, Harry felt hypnotized by those eyes as he stroked his hand over the soft fur. “I’m going to guess you don’t let a lot of people pet you.” He said in awe earning a head tilt, the eyes of the wolf telling him just how dumb the question was. Harry chuckled and sighed, “well I guess we better do this.”

Inside of the wolf Fenrir sighed, he and his beast counterpart were very much in sync with each other. Both held the desire to change and claim his mate, he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of his Mate stroking his fur. He was honestly surprised when Harry willingly put his hand out to touch him, he was used to people shying away from him and even used to the scent of fear. While the fear was still there he smelled acceptance and calm coming from the boy and it made him growl softly as he put one large paw on Harry’s leg and lifted up to bump his snout against the boys chin licking him lightly. Harry giggled as he pushed Fenrir’s snout away. “Hey stop! That tickles.”

Fenrir pushed forward more until the boy was on his back and nuzzled and licked against his neck and jaw making him squirm and laugh. Fenrir flopped down and laid his head on Harry’s shoulder huffing slightly. Harry sighed and scratched behind his ears, earning a rumbling happy noise from the wolf that made him smile. “I know you don’t want to do this Fenrir, but remember I asked you to. This is the only way to give me an edge for what I have planned, you promised me you would do this.”

Fenrir grumbled in his own head, his breath blowing across Harry’s neck. He knew he promised and he knew that the boy held tight onto promises, he also knew that this was his only way of keeping his mate safe from harm. He lifted himself up and placed one paw on Harry’s chest, keeping him pinned as he bumped heads with the boy and licking his cheek lightly. Harry sighed and relaxed as much as he could before nodding up at the wolf. He closed his eyes, but still screamed when those sharp teeth pierced into his skin.

Fenrir’s ears flattened against his head as he heard his intended scream and it made the man in him cringe with guilt and horror at his actions. He licked at the bleeding wound as he laid back down curling himself around the boy as his magic began to bind to the curse.

Harry felt his world shift as it felt like fire was running through his veins, he didn’t know that it would be that painful. He saw the darkness closing in around him and tried to keep himself calm and he closed his eyes. The soft sound of a bell drew his eyes open and he found himself in a world of darkness, he looked around as he tried to pinpoint the bell and he saw a small speck of light drawing to him. He heard the sound of paws running to him and braced himself for impact when light started shining down and he caught a glimpse of white fur. He gaped as a fairly large three headed white dog stopped in front of him and regarded him with six pairs of eyes before slowly beginning to walk around him sniffing and growling softly.

“Another lost? Or one newly found?” A soft other-worldly voice came and he turned his head to see a woman walking to him, her hand on a walking stick with a lantern hanging from the crooked top of it. Harry’s brows knit in confusion, she looked young, really young, maybe his age, but as he continued to look at her the light, wherever it was coming from was shifting over her face and she seemed to age as she smiled at him.

He looked up to see that the light source was what looked like a moon, but it wasn’t acting like it…it was, “changing?”

The woman chuckled, “of course it is, you aren’t where you think you are little Harry.”

Harry watched as the moon became full before he looked down only to find that the young woman was gone instead in her place stood an older woman one anywhere between her 30s and her 40s. “You…wheres the young girl?”

Her smile widened, “I am her and she is me.” She gave a serine smile and pointed to the moon again.

Harry looked up and saw it changing from full to new, slowly encasing the world around him in darkness. His eyes dropped back down to her and he gaped as the lamp cast her face in a shadowy light, but she looked older, a woman at the end of her life. Something in his brain clicked, “You…you’re her. You are Hecate!”

She laughed again, “ahh, it is so nice for one so young to remember my name. Hecate, I have not heard that name called to me for many many many years. Some called me Diana, some Ishtar, some Artemis. Your mate and his pack call me Mother Moon. I suppose I am all of these women, and they are all me.” She smiled and laughed again as the moon in the sky turned, her face shifting and changing with it.

“Is this…am I at the cross roads?” He asked in awe.

“Only a version of them little Harry, there are many cross roads in life, you have merely hit a point in your life where you must choose your path.” She pointed behind him, “behind you lies the way you came, the way you cannot go back. Back there you had two choices, you could either reject what others told you, reject the idea that Tom Riddle might actually be a good soul instead of a twisted one and continue onto the path that would lead you to Dumbledore’s side, the other was you could accept what was told and pushed your path forward to where you are now. Now…now you can either accept the gift of the Moon and move on…or chose the path that your body rejects the wolf inside of you and die.” Her ever changing face looked saddened.

“So you are saying I have a choice?”

“But of course, humans were not put on earth to be puppets, you have choices to make and you must deal with those consequences that those choices will make.” She offered him a sad smile, “you humans are such beautiful but sad creatures, we Old Ones had no idea what we were getting into when we made you.” She reached out and brushed her hand against his cheek.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed, “I have a pendant from you, well I mean one of your priestesses.”

“I know my dear. That Priestess did not see you through her own sight. I gave her my sight so she could see you, I knew you needed that pendant. I knew you needed to hear those words. I have taken a great intrest in you Harry Potter. You were, and still are, a very special soul, I have guarded and guided you your whole life, but your decisions and your actions were yours alone. Every child gets a god, goddess, or other form of deity to watch over him or her. You are not the first, nor are you the last I will watch over. So tell me what path will you chose? What is truly in your heart that you want, an end to everything you have suffered? Or will you go on living, fighting, loving?”

Harry watched her as she stood between the two paths, the dog now at her side. He looked down each path, the one leading to him rejecting the wolf was easy paved road with little overgrowth. The other, leading for him to grow more and continue living was still paved, but cracked and covered in undergrowth and vines and roots. He sighed and smiled at the irony of it before laughing softly. The goddess looked down at him with confusion in her eyes and he quickly sobered up. “I-I’m sorry, I was thinking of a poem Remus read to me once…The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost.”

She laughed softly, “Oh yes, I have heard that poem many times in refrence to myself, I can see how that would be funny, given the situation you are in. But tell me Harry, which path do you chose?”

Harry smiled back at her, “I’m going to take the Road Not Taken, yeah sure I might stumble over a root or an upturned stone…but I’ll have Remus and Sirius and Fenrir with me…but the best path in life is to take the one that offers more of a challenge, if you don’t then you don’t ever learn and you don’t ever live.”

The goddess nodded and held her hand out to him, smiling when he took her hand. She guided him to his chosen path and put her hand on his shoulder as she bent to kiss his forehead. “Walk your path with your head held high, and know that I am always there with you. Never regret your path, never regret your choice, and remember, those who love you will always be by your side.” She pushed him forward with a gentle shove, “go, forge your path.”

Harry took a deep breath as he began walking, he stopped a few paces to see that she was still standing there, a serine smile on her face and waving for him to keep moving. Harry smiled back at her and turned, lifting his chin as he walked the path he had set himself on. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and looked around. He was still in the study, and something very large, very warm, and very heavy was making his arm numb. He looked over to see Fenrir laying on his arm, completely asleep, and completely human…as well as naked. Harry blushed a bright red as he rolled onto his side to ease the ache in his shoulder and he took the moment to examine the sleeping werewolf.

Fenrir’s face was softer while he slept, giving him a relaxed look that was never seen while the man was awake. He was still beautiful and Harry reached forward to brush some of his hair out of his face, letting his fingers linger on the strong jawline. He felt great, well rested and whole, he had never thought he would speak to the Goddess herself and he felt himself hopeful about the choices he was making in his life. He could still feel her kind lips on his forehead and knew he had her blessing to move on with his life and continue walking his path. Knowing you had a goddess on your side made everything a little easier, he chuckled softly to himself and stifled his laugh when Fenrir suddenly snorted and grumbled, pulling Harry closer to him and nuzzling into his hair.

Harry gave a small squeak and blushed even more as he felt a certain part of Fenrir’s anatomy push into him, clearly more awake then its master. “Fenrir?”

The wolf grumbled and lifted his head to blink weary eyes at him, “Harry? Why you in my bed?” He mumbled.

The blush deepened, “Fenrir, I’m not…you bit me last night remember? To turn me?”

Fenrir grunted as he pulled the boy closer and nuzzled his neck, “I remember, sorry, not much of a morning person. Though I could really get used to waking up like this, though you would usually be more naked.” He sighed and kissed the wound that already seemed to be scaring over. “It seems like the curse has been accepted into your magical core. By the next moon you will be changed and able to run with the pack.”

Harry smiled, “I know, trust me last night was something else.”

Fear and concern flashed through the man’s eyes, “please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t but if I could feel my arm that would be fantastic.” Harry grinned up at him, lifting his hand to brush his fingers lightly against Fenrir’s skin.

The older man jumped and yelped glaring at the offensive hand and making Harry laugh and sigh in relief as his circulation started flowing through his arm again. He laid there looking at Fenrir, “so…that’s it…now we just wait till the moon and then I turn 15.”

Fenrir gave him a devilish grin, “and when that day comes you will have the world laid out before you. You will be the mate of Alpha Greyback, and you will want for nothing.” Fenrir stroked his cheek lightly his grin softening into a beautiful smile that Harry was learning only he would be seeing. “Ask anything of me Harry and I will give it to you.”

Harry bit his lip, “if anything comes to mind I’ll let you know. Now how about we go get something to eat? The pack will be wondering where we are.” Harry blushed as he watched the man get to his feet and quickly averted his eyes. “And you may want to put on some pants at least.”

Fenrir barked a laugh and bent down to kiss Harry lightly, “your innocence is so cute and refreshing. But be honest with yourself, you only want me clothed so you don’t have to have others ogling at what is yours.”

Harry shivered at the heated words as his cheeks went hot with the blush. “And if that is the case?” Harry challenged lightly.

Fenrir shook his head and moved to where he had a pair of pants waiting for him. He slid into them easily and held out his hand to Harry. “Then it is your right as my mate to ask that of me. Now let’s go, I am finding myself in need of food and a distraction, I fear if I stay alone in here with you for too long I might just ravish you and stay here all day.”

Harry took his hand and blushed as he fallowed the man out of the manor, stepping into the sunlight and embracing his life for once. Doing exactly what he wanted to do, his life was his own and he was going to live it how he saw fit.
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