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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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Chapter Seven
Clay was sulking in front of the fire. Harry and Fenrir had gone back to Ingleton to fetch some of Harry’s things. Clay was miserable because once upon a time his best friend wouldn’t have asked permission from the grown-up’s. The two of them would have cooked up some reckless scheme and they would have gone together, without telling anyone what they were doing or where they were going and end up in a shit load of trouble. It would be worth it though.

“What’s wrong little one?” Callie asked her nephew kindly, sitting down beside him. Damon had been too busy keeping Micha and Jenson from tearing each other apart to notice that his son was miserable. Micha had enchanted Jenson’s wand to roll away from him every time he reached for it. This had resulted in Jenson chasing Micha around the territory in a rage when he’d refused to reverse the enchantment, Micha laughing hysterically. Normally Clay would have joined in the hijinks but he just wasn’t in the mood today.

Lukas had gone to work, promising to pick up supplies for the pack on the way home and Romy, as always had her nose in a book in a quieter area of the territory, Micha and Jenson having got pretty loud with their antics. No one thought that Jenson would actually do any serious or even permanent damage to Micha, whose jokes were all in good fun, but Fenrir knew that they didn’t have the supplies to be patching the two of them up constantly. It was easier to just intervene and prevent the damage from being done in the first place.

Clay shrugged in response to his Aunt’s question, not wanting to sound like a spoilt brat and whine about losing his best friend. Callie smiled at him reassuringly, having a good idea about why he was so unhappy regardless of whether he told her about it. “Give him some time, pup, he’ll come around.”

“I don’t understand why he won’t talk to me. We’ve been friends for years, he doesn’t even know Lukas and they talk all the time now,” Clay said bitterly. He missed Harry, he wanted his friend back. He hadn’t been permitted to tell him anything about why they were there, he would have done if he could. He had hated keeping secrets. Clay had so badly wanted to share the full moon with his best friend but had never had the chance. Now that they had the opportunity Harry wasn’t even speaking to him.

The next full moon was seven days from now and it didn’t look like they were going to get their friendship back on track in such a short time. Clay was wondering if they were ever going to be able to get things sorted between them at all. The idea that he and Harry would never have what they’d had in Ingleton upset Clay to the core. Sure he had bonded with Micha and he was great fun to be around but he just wasn’t Harry.

“And in all those years he never knew what you were. You knew and couldn’t say anything but he doesn’t know that. I don’t think that Harry really understands the pack yet. He’s only been here two weeks and he’s had a lot to deal with. It’s a good sign that he’s talking to Lukas, he wouldn’t talk to anyone to begin with. He’s spoken to Damon and Fenrir too but you’re not the only one he’s ignored.”

Callie was doing her best to explain it to her nephew, she could understand how upset he was about being ignored by his best friend but the poor child was grieving. He had lost his father, the only parent he’d ever known, and that wasn’t something you got over by waving your wand. Callie had had first-hand experience of losing a parent, she knew how agonising that pain was to experience.
She had watched her own father as he devoured her mother as his first and rather unexpected transformation into a werewolf had overcome him. Callie had been four at the time and Damon nine. They’d run from their home that night, carrying their one year old sister with them, all three having been bitten and infected. One year old, Leah had not survived the night. Neither Damon nor Callie had seen their father since that night.

“Mum, are we going to start dinner before Fenrir and Harry get back?” Romy asked as she appeared beside Callie and Clayton who were sat by the fire. She was carrying her book in her hands, Advanced Arithmancy, something that Lukas had let her borrow. He was very particular about his books but he could see that the young girl was thirsty for knowledge and had promised her that she could borrow any of the books from his personal library as long as she was careful.
Of course Romy had eagerly agreed, devouring each and every book that Lukas had brought back to the pack territory almost overnight before demanding another with enthusiasm. She treated each one as if it were her most prized possession, keen not to upset Lukas by returning his books in poor condition.

“I suppose we ought to, they’ll be hungry when they get back,” Callie said with a sigh. She truly loved the pack, every single one of them. She had found her mate here, and gained an adoptive daughter through him too, but the men were utterly hopeless. None of them could prepare a decent meal if their lives depended on it. It was lucky therefore that she loved to cook and Romy was an eager student in that regard and didn’t mind helping out. “Will you be helping, Clayton?” his Aunt asked him sweetly already knowing what his answer would be.

“Sure,” Clay replied with sarcasm, “I’ll help the moment you want to kill everyone.” He had sworn never to try and cook anything again after the last time. Damon had never trusted him in the kitchen again. The food poisoning had been bad, which was saying something considering the fact that werewolves were designed to eat raw meat and had stronger stomachs than most.

Romy couldn’t help but laugh at him, flopping down beside Clay. He never failed to amuse, sometimes when he didn’t even mean to. His obvious flirting was sweet and hilarious but she wasn’t interested in him in that way. “Cheer up,” she said with a cute smile, “Full moon in a week.”
“I can’t wait!” Clay said with excitement, this would be his first time with the pack. Damon too hadn’t had the chance to transform with them since the pack had been fully formed. As a group of nine it would an exciting full moon for all of them.

“And don’t worry about Harry, he’ll come round,” Romy said comfortingly as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Lukas says he’s just feeling a little lost, maybe the trip with Fenrir will help him.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Clayton responded with a sigh, leaning his head against hers. It felt nice, it felt right. He couldn’t understand how she had remained so resistant to his charms. He really liked her. Romy had been adamant as keeping their bond as just friends seeing as technically they were cousins, even though they weren’t related by blood. However every time he looked at her he noticed every curl in her hair and the flecks of green in her dark blue eyes.

A sharp crack announced the arrival of a wizard apparating into the territory, everyone turned to see Harry striding into the territory alone, tears streaming down his cheeks. Backpack in hand and looking like he had been through hell. Damon, noticing the absence of Fenrir, was immediately by Harry’s side, frantically checking him over and asking what had happened.

Harry however was not in the mood to be manhandled however good the intentions. He tore himself out of Damon’s anxious grasp, glaring at him. “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” Harry shouted as another crack ripped through the air. The young wolf didn’t even look over as the Alpha returned just behind him, instead storming off away from the rest of the group, wanting to be on his own.

Damon had been about to go after Harry and tell him off, firstly for shouting and secondly for swearing, when Fenrir placed a hand on his Beta’s shoulder to stop him. Damon looked at his Alpha who just shook his head solemnly. Clay, Romy and Callie were all still by the fire, looking a little shocked at Harry’s behaviour. Even Micha and Jenson had ceased their antics and turned to see what was going on.

“What happened?” Damon asked, “Was someone there, were you attacked?” He surveyed the Alpha, who seemed unharmed, if not a little ill-tempered.

“Fetch Clayton, I need to speak with the two of you, NOW!” Damon looked at Fenrir in surprise but slowly nodded his head. He motioned for his son to join them and as a threesome they headed away from the rest of the pack. Fenrir didn’t want the others to hear this.

Clay looked positively terrified, Damon just a little apprehensive. Fenrir was in a towering temper and Harry was no better. Whatever had happened they were about to catch hell for it. Neither the Beta wolf nor his adoptive son had a chance to ask their Alpha anything before Fenrir turned to them, rage burning in his golden eyes. “Did you know?” he demanded from them.

“Know what Alpha?” Damon asked cautiously; very wisely, Clayton remained silent.

“About the cage!” Fenrir snapped in anger. “He had a damned cage made of silver in his basement!”

Damon and Clayton gaped at him in shock. “We honestly had no idea,” Damon said, looking to his son who was shaking his head. “Is that why Harry was angry, because you found it?”

“He told me he still wanted to still be in there! DAMN IT!” He roared as his fist slammed into the tree closest to them. The entire trunk shuddered on impact, dislodging leaves and twigs with the impact.

Clayton looked over his shoulder to where Harry had collapsed at the other side of the clearing, his back to the rest of the pack. Clay couldn’t understand, confusion swept over him. Silver was poisonous to werewolves and could be fatal, everyone knew that, even muggles. He couldn’t comprehend why Harry had done that to himself, why he still wanted to do that to himself. He could well understand the Alpha’s anger and felt the exact same way but he contained it, not wanting to push Harry away from the group more. Harry had been doing so well and now it seemed that he had withdrawn into himself again, cuddled up on his own in a little ball and quite clearly crying again.

“I think this can explain a few things,” Damon said carefully. “I just wonder what else he and Severus were using to control his transformations. If they resorted to a silver cage I doubt it was the only preventative measure that was used.”

“How can any man claim to love his son and yet treat him in such a barbaric manner?” Fenrir hissed in anger, the question rhetorical.

“From what I saw, Severus loved Harry dearly, however as most magical folk don’t, I do not think he would have known the best way to deal with our kind. I think it is a wonder that he didn’t abandon the boy the moment it was confirmed he was a werewolf,” Damon said, choosing his words with care as he was overly aware of the fact that his young son was still listening.

“He might have been better taken care of if he had been abandoned!” Fenrir growled, his temper not easing in the slightest. He could see Harry huddled against the tree, unmoving and clearly upset. It was eating away at him that he had caused that.

“There were no signs that Harry was ever unhappy in his life with Severus. Clayton and I were never far away. If either of us had noticed any behaviour we thought might even hint at abuse or the slightest discontentment at all then we would have done something about it, we would have told you,” Clayton nodded frantically at this. “There was none. He was happy. We didn’t know about the cage or the silver and for that I am deeply sorry.”

“I want Callie to check him over as soon as possible. Being exposed to silver continuously for such a long time could have had had some serious effects. It’s already clear it’s damaged his sense of smell. I want to know what else there is.,” Fenrir said as he flexed his fist, the knuckles scraped from where they had connected with the tree. Thanks to his werewolf accelerated healing the grazes had already stopped bleeding.

“Once he has calmed down, I’ll ask her,” Damon said, thinking that he didn’t want his frail sister anywhere near the angry young teenager right now. She may have been a werewolf but she wasn’t the strongest she could have been and Harry, even at fifteen, was probably stronger than her, his rage would only have added to that. Besides he didn’t think that in the mood he was in Harry would appreciate someone poking and prodding at him while asking him questions.

FGHP

Curled up at the base of the tree not far from the worried glances of the others in the clearing Harry let himself cry. Wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his forehead on his knees he let the tears flow. It was all gone, there was no going back. The blood proved to Harry that Severus hadn’t made it out of that house… his bedroom… alive. He couldn’t understand why Aurors would want to destroy his life like that, he just didn’t know what to think anymore.

What had his Dad done that warranted death? Why were they after him? On top of it all he had shouted at Fenrir. He’d even hit him, well shoved at him, not that the Alpha had been bothered by it. Harry knew that the overgrown beast of a man had deserved it, passing judgement on his Dad the way he had, but Harry still felt bad. He had been looking for a fight to release his frustration, to stop him feeling so helpless. Fenrir had been so easy to rile up, especially after he had seen the cage.

Something else was gnawing at Harry though. When he had first seen his bedroom destroyed and had fallen to his knees Fenrir had been there to hold him, encompassing him in his warmth to offer comfort and reassurance. Harry had repaid that with screaming at him and lashing out. He may have hated the Alpha for what he had implied about Severus but Harry had a lot to thank him for as well. He might not have felt as if he belonged in the pack but they had accepted him without question when he had nowhere else to go. Harry got the distinct impression that if Fenrir hadn’t permitted it then he wouldn’t have been here.

Harry was grateful that they had left him alone long enough to calm down. He would have felt even worse than he did right now if he had shouted at one of the others the way he had at Damon and Fenrir. He also didn’t think that the Alpha would have tolerated him treating the others in that way. He was genuinely surprised that Damon hadn’t followed him to tell him off for shouting and even swearing. As he cuddled his legs, scrunching them up against his body, his only wish was for a hug from his Dad and as that thought crossed his mind he felt lost and entirely alone.

FGHP

Lord Voldemort was, for once, averagely pleased. The conversion of Durmstrang, into an educational institution he could be proud of, was progressing as planned and he was hopeful that within the year he would have at least a few new recruits from there who might be adequate to wear his mark. It was not the conquering of Hogwarts, that he had hoped for, but it was still early days yet. He was, after all, now only nineteen years old once again and yet he had the wisdom of a lifetime of errors that he had learnt from and would never again repeat.
The worst case scenario in regards to Hogwarts was to simply wait until the old fool of a headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, dropped dead of old age; which surely that wouldn’t take long, not judging by the look of him. Tom Riddle shuddered at the idea of being so old, wrinkled, or grey; no he would find the solution to aging he required long before he ever decayed to that revolting point again. Dumbledore had already fallen from grace in the eyes of the wizarding world, something that had pleased the Dark Lord greatly.
Voldemort was still not a particularly patient man and so he was eager to hear how his more proactive plans were progressing. What he had learnt throughout the years was to think much bigger, his desire for change had grown, and now he had grand plans for the world; he would focus on Britain to start off with, before going global. Voldemort was certain, that once his homeland had fallen totally under his control, the rest would see the benefits to his ways and fall in line easily enough.
He intended to make Britain the first country in the world to become entirely populated with witches and wizards. Though he would permit a few muggles to keep their wretched lives, in exchange for this he would expect complete obedience and servitude. They would at least be slightly less revolting to look at than house-elves, he was sure someone would find some use for them. They would certainly be useful when it came to constructing the networks of wizarding towns that would be the base of his empire.

It would be glorious, they would all see it his way eventually, but right now he would have the progress report he had ordered for projects a little closer to home. Riddle tapped his index finger on the large, antique table of the Malfoy’s grand dining room, his other fingers wrapped loosely around his wand that wasn’t really his but would do until he could locate his own. The Carrows were late and this pushed his limited patience to the limit. They would pay for making him wait for them, he didn’t wait for anyone. Not even the prospect of a few cruciatus curses would make up for their tardiness.
The large double doors, which were at the opposite end of the room to where he was sitting, flew open and a short stocky witch hurried in. Alecto was quickly followed by her rather squat and stumpy looking brother, Amycus. “Our apologies, my Lord,” Alecto said between wheezes as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Not wanting to anger their Master they had run any distance that they had been unable to apparate.
“You kept me waiting,” Riddle stated coldly. He let out a deep chuckle as he slowly turned his head to observe where the two Deatheaters come to a sudden stop at the sight of the Dark Lord’s pet being present in the room, both of the siblings looking absolutely terrified at what this could mean for them. The enormous basilisk had curled up on the floor around Voldemort's chair, hissing into the deadly silence of the room.
Both of the Carrows seemed to be resisting the urge to close their eyes; they had seen too many others pay the price for that mistake to make it themselves. If Lord Voldemort decided that the last thing they would see would be the yellow eyes of the basilisk then who were they to question it.
It was difficult to resist, particularly when they would never be able to forget the incident where Igor Karkaroff, former headmaster of Durmstrang, had met his death. Karkaroff had been dragged in front of the great scaled monster and made to stare his own death in the face. It was perhaps having to observe the basilisk consume the man afterwards that had stuck in the Carrows’ minds most vividly.
Riddle had found that having the basilisk around was definitely an efficient measure to ensure that all his subject’s eyes and attention were focused exactly where they were supposed to be. On him. The creature was linked to him irreversibly since a part of his soul had come to reside inside of it. No one would be able to kill the great snake and therefore even if his horcruxes were found and somehow destroyed, the snake would ensure that he lived on even though it wasn’t exactly a horcrux itself.
“My Lord…” Alecto began, bowing her head, her brother following suit with this action, wanting to appease their master.
“Do not simper,” Tom hissed. “Tell me what is happening at Hogwarts. Is Umbridge working out … as planned?”
“Things are progressing well, my Lord,” Amycus told him.
“Give me details! You are here to provide me with information; I would hope you would have informed me before now if things had failed to progress. Or are you every bit as useless as you appear?”
“Umbridge has mostly put a stop to Dumbledore’s pathetic leniency on the students; she has found that detentions using a blood quill have been quite effective,” Alecto told him. She really had been enjoying watching those little brats make themselves bleed, it was most… amusing.
“She is also gathering evidence again Dumbledore’s more… sympathetic professors,” Amycus added.
“Excellent, excellent; and what of our dear headmaster?” Riddle asked as he got to his feet. The Dark Lord took a few slow steps towards the brother and sister, who cowered in his presence; the basilisk raised its head and brushed against his hand before going back to dozing.
“There is… not much to… erm… report on that matter, my Lord,” Amycus stuttered, glancing at his sister nervously.
“I instructed you to watch him closely, you fools,” Voldemort snapped impatiently and turning around in an attempt to suppress the urge to strike them dead; he was really looking forward to the moment he could recruit more competent subjects in the coming years.
“What Amycus means to say, is that Dumbledore isn’t at the school much. He seems almost uninterested in the control Umbridge has taken,” Alecto clarified, holding her breath as their master turned slowly back to face them.
“Curious,” he hissed. “What are you up to old man?”
“My Lord?” Amycus questioned stupidly.
“And Draco? What do you have to say about the boy?” Riddle asked, deciding to think about the Dumbledore issue when he didn’t have these two simpering idiots distracting him.

“Draco has been acting suspiciously,” Alecto told him.
“He is avoiding us, my Lord, I believe he knows we are there on your orders,” Amycus added.
“Of course he does!” Riddle snapped in annoyance, “he is not as pathetic as the pair of you; the boy at least has some brains, maybe he will yet prove his worth. Now be gone!”
The Carrows both turned to leave, heading for the door quickly but they had gotten no more than a few paces towards their escape route before the angry hiss of ‘Crucio’ hit their ears and Amycus fell to the floor as pain flooded his body.
“You think I will let you turn up late with no consequence?” Voldemort tormented them with his evil jeer. “We are going to have some fun, aren’t we Alecto?”
She didn’t look like she was enjoying watching her brother’s suffering one bit. “Yes, my Lord,” she said as she nodded obediently, nonetheless and the large doors to the dining room slammed shut, sealing the two of them inside with Tom Riddle and his dreaded monster of a basilisk.

FGHP

Two days after the incident at Ingleton and five before the full moon would be upon the pack Harry finally conceded and allowed Callie to check him over. Harry was aware that she did this at Fenrir’s insistence and that the Alpha was concerned about the affects the silver had had on him. Since their argument they hadn’t spoken to one another. Though Harry was beginning to feel as if he ought to apologise to Fenrir for lashing out at him the way he had. Though if he was going to say that he was sorry then he wanted the Alpha wolf to say it too. They had both said things they shouldn’t have.

Callie poked and prodded at him, testing his reflexes and reaction speeds, which she noted were a little slower than they ought to have been but not drastically so. She then tested his vision, which again was not as enhanced as it should have been but the difference was slight and not too concerning. His sensitive werewolf hearing hadn’t been affected at all she was glad to note but she couldn’t test everything. Callie would have liked to test his healing rate though she didn’t think that Fenrir would react too well to her injuring his mate for the sake of a test.

She therefore declared that until she could watch his transformation, see him in wolf form and conduct further tests, which for the moment the Alpha would not allow; there was nothing wrong with him that she could see. Although she did make a note that he would have to be watched carefully over the next few months. Harry didn’t tell her about the potions. He had kept them well concealed but he knew that they would not last more than three weeks after the next full moon.

It was a huge concern for him that he wouldn’t have enough potion. His Dad had always stressed the importance of dosage of the Wolfsbane potion which could be fatal if too much was drank over too long. However if too little was taken then it would have very little effect when it came time to transform, making the pain of the change significantly worse than if he hadn’t taken the potion at all. Harry just hoped that he would have enough to keep him going until he could figure out where to get all of the ingredients he needed to brew more and where to brew it without any of the others discovering his secret.

Callie of course reported her findings back to Fenrir who didn’t exactly seemed satisfied with her evaluation but knew there was little more that she could do. It was two hours after Callie had finished, and left Harry alone again, that the young wolf found that he had company and it wasn’t who he was expecting.

When he heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind him he had hoped that Lukas had come to talk to him and perhaps brought him more tea. Harry loved the fact that Lukas was a little obsessed with the drink and treated everyone around him as if they felt the same way. However when Harry turned his head and cast a cursory glance over his shoulder he saw the large frame of the Alpha wolf.

“May I?” Fenrir asked.

“Your territory,” Harry said with an indifferent shrug.

“Our territory,” Fenrir corrected as he took a seat beside his mate, “Pack territory.” Harry snorted at his as he lent his chin against his knees, determinedly staring straight ahead of him, his arms wrapping around his legs. He still didn’t feel as if he was really part of the pack.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you and hitting you,” Harry said in a rush, wanting to get it over with and out of the way. Fenrir looked at his little mate in surprise, not having expected him to apologise.

“You didn’t hurt me,” Fenrir returned, still a little shocked that he was being apologised to. None of the other wolves in the pack would have said that they were sorry, though none of the others would have been stupid enough to hit him in the first place no matter how angry they were.

“I didn’t think that I did, I’m still sorry,” Harry said a little annoyed at the response the Alpha wolf had given.

“You do need to learn some respect,” Fenrir said to him and Harry had to hold down his temper at those words, he didn’t want another fight, he didn’t have the energy for one. He was too emotionally raw to deal with another screaming match.

“And you need to apologise as well,” Harry snapped a little harsher than he meant to, turning his head to glare at Fenrir.

“For what?” Fenrir asked as he turned to look at Harry with confusion, he hadn’t realised that he had anything that he needed to be sorry for. As far as he was concerned he had simply informed his young mate of his disapproval at his living conditions. He had had every right to be concerned over his mate and the way he had been treated.

“For what you said!” Harry said, unable to believe that the Alpha didn’t realise that what he had said had hurt him.

“I don’t know what you think I shouldn’t have said,” Fenrir stated matter-of-factly.

“What you said about my Dad,” Harry told him with exasperation; staring at the older werewolf in disbelief; did he really not see what he had done wrong?

Fenrir had heard Harry’s arguments and opinions about how he and his father had dealt with his lycanthropy, but he would not be swayed on this matter. There was no acceptable reason to lock up any werewolf, let alone one who was just a pup. “He shouldn’t have put you in a cage,” That was something Fenrir needed Harry to understand.

“He didn’t!” Harry said, feeling tired of trying to make him understand. He didn’t want the pack blaming his father if there were any consequences from being so close to that silver. “I put myself there, it was my choice. But I also meant what you said about him not loving me, he gave up his life to protect me. He has just died and you insulted him,” he added. This was what had really hurt him; this is what he really needed the Alpha to apologise for, if he was ever going to be able to stay with the pack, with him.

Fenrir furrowed his brow as he considered this for a moment, realising that it clearly meant something to Harry to hear him say the words. However he wanted to be very clear what he was and was not apologising for. He wouldn’t apologise for being concerned over his mate or his reaction to the cage. “I did not mean to insult him, for that I am sorry.”

“Thanks.” Harry said, softly, taken aback that he had said it; even more so that it had sounded sincere. He couldn’t take his wide surprised eyes off the Alpha. “He did love me, you know,” he told him.

“So I’ve heard,” Fenrir grumbled under his breath; his beta had been quite clear on the matter and he supposed he would have to trust him on it, no matter his own feelings.

“Heard from who?” Harry asked curiously.

“You,” The Alpha grunted.
Harry rolled his eyes at Fenrir’s obvious avoidance tactic. “And…” he prompted.

There was silence, which Harry was willing to wait out and after a minute or so Fenrir admitted, “Damon, Clayton.”

“They told you?” Harry asked as he looked up at him surprised, but this time he was smiling and the green of his eyes seemed bright.

“They did,” Fenrir confirmed, the corner of his mouth curling up at an imitation of a smile, at the sudden change in his young mate.

“See, you should have believed me,” Harry said, breaking out into a full smug grin.

“Perhaps,” Fenrir said, holding back a groan. He had a feeling that this smug Harry was something he would have to get used to and, though he was sure that life with his mate would never be easy, it was endearing enough that he was sure it would be worth it.
FGHP

The full moon came round quickly enough for the pack. It was nearing the end of September, the weather was getting significantly cooler and wetter. Not that the werewolves seemed to notice. They had their charms and their wards to keep the clearing dry and warm, and they were a little more resilient to the harsher weather that English winters involved.
Everyone was excited except, of course, for Harry. After he and Fenrir had made up, following their disastrous trip to Ingleton, things within the pack had settled into a steady rhythm. Harry still didn’t talk much to anyone apart from Lukas, though now on the odd occasion Romy was permitted to join in on their conversations. Though that might have been because she was the only one intellectually matched to the two males within the group.
It would be the first time transforming and enjoying a full moon with the pack for a few of them. For some it would be the first change not done behind bars, silver or otherwise. Lukas already had the Alpha’s reassurance that they would not be allowed to hurt humans but he was still nervous about it, but it was nothing on how Harry was feeling. He knew that he had been taking the correct dose of the potion and therefore he should be fine out of his cage for this transformation. It had always just been a safety precaution at home, one that had never been needed.
The entire pack had been watching him closely and, even though it had crossed his mind to make his way back to Ingleton and lock himself in the silver cage that Fenrir had detested so much, he had not found the opportunity to sneak away. Apparently Fenrir had been listening closely when Harry had said he still wanted to be in his cage and the pack had been put on full alert in case he tried to run.
Not wanting them to carry on with this high level of supervision he had given them no reason to mistrust him, thinking that it would be nice to get them to relax a little. Only then would he be able to sneak away to get his potion ingredients, that he would need to make his father’s version of the wolfsbane potion, before the next full moon.
The morning of the full moon Lukas came to sit with Harry while they had breakfast. The older of the two of them already on his second mug of tea. Harry didn’t have much of an appetite this morning, his stomach tying up in knots at the prospect of the coming evening. He picked at his porridge that Callie had made for them, playing with it more than eating it.
“You alright?” Lukas asked, sipping at his tea. It was familiar to see him with a mug of steaming liquid now, it was rare that he was ever without one.
“I guess,” Harry said with a shrug.
“You thinking about tonight?” Lukas asked and Harry nodded in confirmation putting his bowl down, the meal barely touched. “Honestly … me too.” Lukas confessed, leaning forward as though to share his secret with the young werewolf alone.
“You are?” Harry asked curiously; if he didn’t know that it wasn’t really in Lukas’ nature he would have thought that he was winding him up. None of the other had shown the slightest anxieties about the rapidly approaching full moon; on the contrary, Harry thought they were slightly disturbingly joyful at the prospect. Full moons had never been a reason to celebrate, they had been something to fear and worry about. There had been no happiness regarding them at home, not like there was here.

“It’ll be my first time not in a cage for my transformation,” Lukas told him with a faint smile.
“Mine too,” Harry admitted quietly.
Lukas took a deep swig of his tea before he spoke again, “You’re worried about it?” Harry nodded in answer to Lukas’ question. “It was one of the things I asked before joining the pack. I didn’t want to hurt anyone,” he added.
“I don’t either,” Harry admitted, feeling relieved that he wasn’t the only one. This whole idea of letting the pack loose as wolves seemed entirely reckless in his opinion and he couldn’t see how it wouldn’t end in someone getting hurt or killed; be that one of the pack or some poor innocent victim.
“Fenrir assured me that he wouldn’t allow it,” Lukas said, trying to reassure the teen. “Try not to think about it too much, I’m sure it’ll be okay.” And he patted the teen on the shoulder as he went to refill his now empty mug.
Harry watched him go, grateful that he had Lukas as a friend. It was nice to know that he wasn’t the only one who was a little apprehensive about the coming evening. He looked on in amusement as Micha bounded up to Lukas grinning. He had been watching the two of them since he’d arrived, the two of them a great source of entertainment during the day when things got rather dull.
Micha was clearly crushing big time on Lukas, who just wasn’t interested in the advances being made. Not that that deterred Micha in the slightest. If he wasn’t flirting with the newest pack member then he was teasing and playing practical jokes on Jenson, who was never amused by them. Harry liked observing the rest of the pack, it meant he got to know them a little better from a distance without having to interact with them at all. He could see why Clay had taken an instant liking to Micha, not that he was jealous or anything.
As the evening began to draw in and the last of the pack, Jenson, arrived back in the clearing after a day at work, a feeling of dread settled on Harry. Lukas remained as calm as ever not that he ever seemed to be anything other than calm but Harry supposed that that was all the tea he drank, it was supposed to be soothing after all. Everyone else was practically bubbling with excitement at the prospect of having a complete pack on the night of the full moon.
It wasn’t until it was almost full dark that everyone began to undress.
Now, of course, Harry knew that he would have to get naked, failing to do so would only result in becoming tangled in a mass of fabric and making a fool of yourself; it was something he had had firsthand experience of as he had wanted to try it just to see what would happen when he was younger. It wasn’t something he wanted to repeat. Harry hadn’t realised however that they would be undressing and being naked in front of each other before the change took over.
He had never seen a completely naked person before. Topless men, sure, scantily clothed women, sure, but never completely naked. He had always known his sexual preference gravitated towards men, having found no appeal in staring at females the way Clay did, however even the prospect of seeing Callie and Romy in nothing but their skin was equally as disturbing as seeing Clay and Damon, who were his family, without a stitch on. Then of course there was Fenrir … Harry had already woken up several times with a raging hard on after some rather erotic dreams of him. He wasn’t sure how he was going to cope now that those dreams would be part way into becoming a reality.
Seeing everyone else naked however was only part of the problem. The other issue Harry was having was the fact that everyone would be able to see him naked too. He would have much preferred to find a quiet spot behind a tree and get the process over with as quickly as possible in private. Harry was the smallest out of all the men in bulk and height and he was worried that he would he the smallest in other areas too.
He kicked off his shoes first, following suit from Fenrir, whom he kept a discreet eye on. Harry had become accustomed to seeing the Alpha shirtless, he never wore anything beneath his leather jacket and Harry felt as if he had memorized every light blonde hair that led from his belly button down to the waistband of his jeans. Tonight he was going to see what lay beyond that and he wasn’t really sure if what he was feeling was more terror or excitement at the prospect.
His bare feet came to rest upon the grass as his socks were discarded; he wiggled his toes trying to get used to the soft ground compared to the hard floors he had grown up with. Fenrir shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Harry took a moment to look over the glorious chest that belonged to the Alpha wolf. He was a huge man but there was not an ounce of excess flesh on him. It made Harry’s body ache to touch him … but he tore his eyes away quickly, not wanting to be caught giving him longing stares.
He focused instead on himself; for as nervous as he was about being naked in front of them all, it felt as though it would be just as awkward to be the one person left dressed. So, with trembling fingers, he brought his t-shirt up, over his head, discarding it on the ground, leaving himself exposed. He quickly crossed his arms over his slender chest to hide himself as best he could.
The chill in the night air sent goose pimples across his skin, his nipples stiffening as the cold air hit them. He had eyes for no one but the Alpha as Harry’s tongue flickered out, wetting dry lips. It was an action that didn’t escape Fenrir’s attention, nor was the fact that Harry didn’t seem to be able to stop staring at him. He watched his young mate with more subtlety than the teenager could manage, enjoying how embarrassed Harry clearly was by it.
Fenrir reached down, aware that Harry’s eyes never left him, pulling at the button of his jeans, tugging until it came loose. Pushing them down muscular thighs and stepping out of them. He didn’t wear underwear. Nudity was not something that tended to bother Werewolves, it was all a natural process, especially when it came to the change but Fenrir found it rather endearing that his little mate felt so shy about it. Something else that was rather unique about him.
Harry’s breath caught in his throat. He had watched as the jeans had been lowered to the floor and he stubbornly kept his eyes on the now crumpled pile of material for as long as he could, but he wanted to see, and he couldn’t resist the need to know any longer. His eyes slowly travelled up heavily muscled calves, that were covered in hair the same shade of that on the Alpha’s chest and then on up over his broad thighs that were honestly a little frightening and made Harry feel as small and breakable as a twig.
He half believed he wasn’t going be able keep looking up further, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist either; he really had to know, he had to see. He bit his lip as he quickly flicked his eyes up to Fenrir’s groin; his hands flying quickly to cover his mouth when a small ‘eep’ noise escaped without permission from his brain. The Alpha’s soft but deep chuckle made Harry’s eye flick up to the older werewolf’s grinning expression, and, in seconds, Harry was sure that not just his cheeks but his whole body was blushing.
Harry couldn’t take the tension anymore and quickly turned his back to the others, not even wanting to know if the rest of the pack had noticed the interaction between the pair of them. That was going to be all kinds of awkward in the morning; he had already played out how Clay would tease him, in his head before he remembered the two of them were still barely talking. But he was not going to think about that just yet. He had never wanted to transform into his wolf more than he did in that moment, to forgo his human brain for a while. Wolves didn’t feel embarrassment like this and right now Harry wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.
With a deep calming breaths Harry tried to will his heartbeat down to something like a normal pace, which was difficult when the vivid image of Fenrir wearing nothing was burned into his mind, for all eternity he was sure. He clenched and unclenching his fists in a steady rhythm as he kept his eyes pinched tightly shut and slowly he felt his buzzing brain start to calm a little. It was only really at this point that he realised he actually now wanted to take his jeans off, simply because he was hard, and his erection was pressing uncomfortably against the constricting zip.
Facing the other way definitely made it easier to not think too much about the group of eight people standing, in various states of undress, behind him. He knew that was simply denial, but better that than humiliating embarrassment. His nimble fingers played with his zip for a few seconds before he undid it, sliding his jeans and boxers down in one swift movement a few seconds later. The one real benefit of the colder night air was that it quickly helped ease his arousal.
He felt vulnerable, and alone and scared of what his inner wolf might do when given such free reign; even with the potions inside him and admittedly he was perhaps even more scared of what the obviously bigger and stronger wolves might do to him. Harry just wanted to curl up as small as he could make himself, and wait until the change came, but he didn’t want to let anymore of himself touch the muddy ground beneath him. He yearned for the warmth of the Ingleton house basement, the cleanliness of the room and the security the cage gave him. A single tear was halfway down his cheek when a firm hand rested on his shoulder.
“Come on, Harry,” Damon’s warm tones said, comforting Harry more than he expected. His panic easing slightly as he looked over his shoulder and up at the only other adult he had ever really trusted in his life aside from his Dad. “I know it isn’t what you are used to, but we will keep you safe. I promise.”
Harry gave a curt, though somewhat nervous nod and swallowed, he was disturbingly aware that Damon, basically his second parent, was standing barely a few inches from him wearing absolutely nothing at all. Never in all his life had Harry focused so intently on someone’s face before; because as much as he was curious and had wanted to see what Fenrir had in his trousers, he absolutely did not want to see Damon’s; those privates he was quite happy for to stay… well… private. The same went for Clay too, slight alarm filled him at the prospect of seeing his almost brother in the nude.
There was no resisting it though, this would be the first night of many where they would be naked around each other and so biting his lip, and forcing himself not to pinch his eyes shut, Harry turned around. The other werewolves were walking around as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which Harry supposed it technically was. Though he couldn't help but feel highly embarrassed and wholly in need of a sudden growth spurt.
He wanted to cover himself up desperately but he could feel the magic beneath his skin, bubbling furiously; the change was coming. He glanced up at the clear but dark blue sky, lit only but the glowing presence of the perfectly round moon and in that moment, despite his doubts and fears, he wanted it; he wanted the fur that would grow over the entirety of his body and make him feel less exposed.
Harry’s temples began to throb, a tingling sensation spreading from his spine through his arms and down his legs that swiftly turned into a slight burn. His embarrassment and anxiety forming a tight ball in his gut, threatening to explode. He felt his skin begin to stretch, the potion taking away the worst of the pain. He dropped to the ground, focusing everything he had on his breathing, knowing that it would make the difficult transformation from human to wolf easier.
As he had done every month since he had been old enough to know what was happening, Harry tried to anticipate the change as it took hold of his body. Each phase he shifted to accordingly, his head down, on all fours in the mud of the clearing, surrounded by his pack mates, all of them in varying forms of the transformation. His back arched, muscles knotting, twisting and convulsing as fur sprouted over his entire body.
And then it was over.
Stretching and blinking, he had never felt so free. There were no bars to hold him back here but then his natural instincts as a wolf were quashed as the wolfsbane potion kicked in, a wave of lethargy washing over him. it happened very suddenly and almost instantaneously and Harry welcomed it, knowing that he wouldn’t have the strength to do any damage to anyone or anything tonight.
He lay down, tucking his hind legs under him and yawning widely before resting his head on his front legs, closing his eyes. He was happy to just lay here and sleep but a nudge to his behind made him growl. Opening his eyes he glared at the dark blonde wolf beside him that stared at him in confusion with golden eyes, his head cocked to one side questioningly. Fenrir. The large blonde wolf nudged him again, this time by nuzzling at his snout, trying to coax him up and moving.
Harry gave a low warning rumble deep within his throat, as he rested his head down once more. A second wolf approached, this one wasn’t as large as Fenrir but was damned close with dark brown fur and looked between the two of them with steely grey eyes. Harry wasn’t sure how he knew but something told him that this was Damon. Just as his human eyes would have recognized the man, his wolf recognised the beta without question.
Fenrir could see that something wasn’t right with his mate. Though he was a beautiful wolf to behold, pure black fur with the glittering emerald eyes that he had admired from the moment he’d first seen them. However unlike the rest of the pack that were bounding around in excitement, eager to run and to hunt, Harry had settled down, seemingly to go to sleep. The lack of energy wasn’t natural. Even an attempt to coax him on to his feet seemed to do nothing other than illicit an unhappy grumble of complaint.
The Alpha wolf jerked his head, giving off a low rumble of communication to his beta, instructing him to take charge of the other wolves. He was going to stay behind and take care of his mate. Settling beside Harry, who was considerably smaller in size, he shuffled up against him, nudging Harry’s nose with his own and giving him a small lick. The younger, smaller wolf returned the gesture by nuzzling against his Alpha, butting their heads together affectionately.
Fenrir was itching to join his pack in the hunt. To take his rightful place in the lead, as Alpha, and sink his powerful jaws into the flesh of a doe; to feel the animal’s life leave its body. Harry however was asleep or at the very least dozing. He was unlike any wolf Fenrir had ever known. To not want to hunt or to run just wasn’t natural. It made Fenrir think back, with dread, to Damon and his suggestion that the damned silver cage might not be Harry’s only attempt at controlling his wolf.
Whatever plagued his mate, the Alpha didn't like it. It didn't matter what it took, he would find out what caused the feisty young man to turn into such a docile and sickly wolf. But until then, he would keep him safe, he assured himself as he nuzzled his nose into Harry’s fur, letting the familiar scent of his young mate wash over him.
It was a little while later when the others finally returned from the hunt and they did so dragging a carcass of a freshly slaughtered doe. Untouched by the other wolves. Fenrir appreciated this as his stomach was growling with hunger and he was unable to leave his young mate. He wanted Harry to eat too; it was still worrying him greatly that the young wolf had not acted upon what should have been his natural instincts to hunt and feed. Even with the fresh kill so close by Harry showed no inclination to share in the meal the others had brought back.
Bleary green eyes opened and took in his surroundings with mild curiosity, but still he lay on the ground, curled into the Alphas side, his head resting on his front paws. It concerned Fenrir greatly that Harry could ignore the scent of a fresh kill when it was so freely offered to him, the little wolf closing his eyes instead with the intent to fall back to sleep.
The Alpha wasn’t having any of that, he was going to ensure that his mate was fed, whether he wanted to eat or not. Nudging gently at Harry seemed to be receiving no response, so changing tactics Fenrir nibbled gently upon his ear, which initiated a low growl of annoyance from the younger wolf. The Alpha returned the noise of annoyance with a lower, more threatening growl of warning. Harry took note of this, turning his head to look at the older wolf tiredly.
He could clearly see the fresh kill laid out before him, the tear in the throat signifying that it was dead but Harry remained uninterested and it wasn’t until Fenrir began to continuously nudge and nibble at him that he finally got the message and raised himself to his feet to make any attempt to eat. The rest of the pack had gone off to hunt for their own meal leaving the Alpha and his mate alone to satisfy their hunger.
Once he was assured that Harry was eating, Fenrir joined him, continuously encouraging him to eat more anytime it looked as if the younger, darker furred wolf might stop and attempt to lie back down to sleep once more. Once they had both had their fill Fenrir watched as Harry settled himself back down to sleep. The Alpha nestled into him again, enjoying the closeness, licking the blood from his mates muzzle. Harry whimpered but allowed Fenrir this as he fell back into a doze.
FGHP
Harry blinked, groaning with the stiffness of his limbs. He hated the morning after the full moon, always felt so groggy and disoriented. He shifted, adjusting to the warmth that surrounded him. The arm thrown across his waist tightened slightly and the sleeping man that was spooned around him grumbled in his sleep.
Instantly Harry stilled, he was cuddled up to a very naked Fenrir, while he too had nothing more than the flush of embarrassment that now covered his body. To make the situation worse his cock was rock hard, achingly so and desperate for release. However he realised as the older wolf shifted restlessly behind him that the Alpha too was highly aroused.
Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he recalled watching the Alpha undress the night before as he prepared for the change. Imagining the long, thick member enlarged and throbbing behind him was almost too much to bear.
He wanted to find his clothes and to cover himself before making an escape. Fenrir’s grip on him however was relentlessly tight, the Alpha’s breath warm on the back of his neck. The heat of his body encompassed Harry so completely and it felt wonderfully nice.
As Harry adjusted to this he realised that the two of them were not alone. Although none of the others were touching them, the entire pack had surrounded them, all equally naked and as deeply asleep as Fenrir.
It was the first time since arriving at the pack, Harry found himself feeling grateful of his slightly smaller frame. It enabled him to gently wiggle out of the Alpha’s firm grip that had slightly slackened as he had drifted back into a deeper sleep. Harry took great care to ensure that he didn’t wake Fenrir or any of the other pack mates.
Quickly and silently Harry gathered his clothing which had remained exactly where he had left them the night before. He pulled on his jeans before doing anything else, feeling suddenly a lot less vulnerable than he had moments before. Reaching for his wand he headed for the stream, feeling dirty after laying naked on the ground all night.
Casting heating charms on the water he once again removed his jeans, not feeling stupid at all for just having put them on. However he left on his underwear even as he bathed, not ready to feel that exposed again anytime soon.
He remained there for a long while, enjoying the magically heated water and actually feeling clean, something that was rare when you lived in a clearing in a forest without so much as a tap. Though their magical ability meant they didn’t want for any home comforts, Fenrir did so like to keep things simple. Confused shouts roused Harry from deep within his thoughts, it seemed that the rest of the pack was finally awake.
Harry ignored the shouting, drowning it out as he scrubbed every inch of his skin. Dipping his head under the water to clean his hair. As he brought himself up, there was another shout, this one sounding relieved and a lot closer to him.
“He’s here,” Clayton’s voice called, “I found him.” Harry turned his head to see his best friend, thankfully wearing trousers, heading away from him, only for Fenrir to appear a moment later to confirm what Clay had said to be true. The Alpha too had put his trousers on, much to Harry’s relief, he couldn’t have dealt with any more nudity right now.
Fenrir however didn’t leave after confirming with his own eyes that Harry hadn’t run off. He stalked down to the stream where his young mate was extracting himself from the water and casting drying charms on himself and cleaning charms on his clothes. Harry found it very difficult to meet the golden gaze of the Alpha wolf after his reaction to him naked the night before and he was desperate to fully clothe himself too.
“I want to talk to you,” Fenrir said in his usual blunt tone. Harry was used to hearing it from him now but it didn’t stop the swell of panic. He thought that this was it, he had been caught looking inappropriately at the Alpha male and he’d be asked, no, forced to leave.
“Okay,” Harry said nervously as he pulled on his magically cleaned jeans and t-shirt, not wanting to leave himself exposed to Fenrir’s domineering presence. He even put on his socks and shoes, so that he was also ready to run if it was needed and with the Alpha, Harry could never be too sure.
“I need to know what else you were doing to prevent your changes aside from the silver,” Fenrir demanded, trying to keep his tone even and calm, which was why he hadn’t used the word cage. If he had called it that then he would have been close to flying off the handle again and after their bonding the night before he didn’t want to push the boy away again. The Alpha had panicked upon waking to find the boy gone, thinking he had taken his chance and left. The relief upon finding him by the river had been immense.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t being asked to leave the pack for his inappropriate behaviour. However what Fenrir wanted from him wasn’t something Harry wanted to tell him about. “What do you mean?” he asked, trying to play the innocent act. Fenrir simply gave him a pointed look, not fooled in the slightest. “It was just the silver cage,” Harry told him.
Fenrir glared at him. He knew that his mate wasn’t telling him the truth, no wolf could act so placid just from silver poisoning, no matter the length of the exposure. It frustrated the Alpha that Harry wouldn’t open up to him. “You’re lying,” he said with a rough grunt.
“It’s nothing,” Harry insisted defensively, though his mind rested with his backpack still in the clearing, containing his wolfsbane potions. “I guess you were just right about how bad the silver was.” Harry was keen to move the conversation on quickly before the Alpha starting prying too deeply; he was quite certain that Fenrir would not take well to the idea of the wolfsbane potion, given his reaction to the silver cage.
Fenrir narrowed his eyes suspiciously, something wasn’t right, there was no way that silver would have that kind of an effect on any wolf. It burnt their skin and if ingested it would kill them, if in the air it would damage their senses, the Alpha wolf knew all of this but he was also aware that it couldn’t cause what he had seen last night. However it seemed that Harry wasn’t going to tell him, at least not willingly.
That tore at the Alpha wolf, he had thought they had finally started become closer during their transformation. Sure he would have liked to have woken up with his mate beside him, and not be filled with panic because he wasn’t there, but they had been close; he had slept with Harry in his arms, where the little one belonged. It had felt amazing to have him there too. He needed to know what Harry had done to himself to cause his unusual behaviour as a wolf but if he forced it out of him then it could potentially destroy everything they had built the night before. He wasn’t sure it was worth the risk.
“Don’t think that I’m letting this drop,” Fenrir growled with warning and Harry found himself relieved that at least for the moment the Alpha wasn’t going to push the matter further and his secret would remain hidden from him and the rest of the pack.
Harry had enough to worry about, in regards to the potion, without being concerned about its discovery as well. He knew that he didn’t have enough to sustain him at the proper dosage for the next full moon. He had worked out that if he took three quarters of the correct dose then it might be enough but he could still hear his Dad’s warning in his head, telling him about taking the right amount being imperative to its success. He was concerned that it might not be enough to suppress his wolf, to ease his change and that without the cage he would hurt someone.
Harry was still caught up in his thoughts about how he was going to get through the next full moon, when Fenrir started to heading back towards the clearing in silence and Harry couldn’t resist checking on the bag that contained all he had left in the world. The Alpha surveyed his young mate with interest. Watching as he walked away, heading toward the place where he kept his bag of personal items. Harry didn’t seem interested in the fact that Callie and Romy were preparing breakfast or that Micha was still lounging by the fire naked, completely unabashed and still half asleep.
Jenson and Lukas were both clothed and had taken over the chopping of the firewood which was what Fenrir usually occupied his time with; it was obviously not something that Lukas had much experience with because Jenson was letting out chuckles as he corrected the younger werewolf’s technique. Damon and Clay, after locating Harry, had gone to fetch supplies from the cave so that the pack would have a decent breakfast after their transformation, which always left them hungry despite their kills during the night.
It might have been a picture of pack unity, had it not been for Harry’s secretiveness and self-isolation, Fenrir realised. Something he was determined he would rectify sooner rather than later. At least there had been some steps in the right direction; not least Harry’s obvious attraction to him, Fenrir thought smugly.
Harry took a seat beneath what was swiftly becoming his favourite tree to sit under and think. From this position he could see the pack in the clearing, hear them laughing, joking and occasionally arguing. Micha and Jenson were always bickering amongst themselves. However it gave him enough privacy that he could take his potion and not be disturbed or seen.
As he rifled through his backpack he found the unopened letter that he had taken from his bedroom in Ingleton. With the argument in the basement and the following tensions between him and Fenrir, he had completely forgotten about it but now it seemed like a most appealing distraction.

Harry turned it over in his hands, eyeing the seal on it suspiciously. He of course knew about Hogwarts, he had read about it in the Prophet, when he and Clayton had taken them when their fathers weren’t looking. What Harry couldn’t understand was what anyone from Hogwarts would want from him; but there it was, plain as day, addressed to Harry Potter/Prince. He wasn’t sure what the Potter bit was all about but maybe that was his mother’s name; he decided to shrug it off.
He supposed that there was only one way to find out what it was about so he slid a finger under the seal and pulled it open. The parchment fell out into his hands and he took great care to unfold it, taking in the poncy looking green writing; clearly whoever had written the letter thought a lot of themselves. Harry half considered just screwing it up and discarding it, but that would leave him with no reason not to join the rest of the pack for breakfast, so he rested the pages against his knees and started to read.
Dear Mr Harry Potter
Due to the lack of a formal tutor I have been informed by the Ministry of Magic that you currently require a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so as to complete your magical education. It is therefore with great pleasure that I, as Headmaster of this fine institution, have agreed to grant you a place, starting on the 3rd January 1996, where you will start in your fifth year.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Order of Merlin 1st Class, Grand Sorc., D. Wiz., X.J. (sorc.), S of Mag.Q.
Harry nearly laughed at the ridiculously long title that Dumbledore had used, not having a clue what any of it meant apart from the headmaster bit. He found that the man had also included the list of equipment, which he would need, with the letter. He scanned over the required items, amazed that so much that he would need. He considered this offer, knowing that he would no doubt have to talk to Fenrir if he even wanted to consider accepting.

It was the name Albus Dumbledore that made him want to accept. His Dad had warned him not to trust the man and something was telling Harry that Albus Dumbledore was the one with the answers. Someone had gone to his home, killed his Dad, destroyed his life and now he was being offered a place at Hogwarts; not to mention finding the letter in his bedroom.

It seemed too much of coincidence and that was exactly why he wanted to go. He wanted to know what was going on. Right now he was clueless; if Dumbledore wanted him at Hogwarts then it seemed likely that Hogwarts was a good place to be to get what he needed. The one thing he was certain on, was that he wouldn’t get his answers sitting around moping in the pack territory.

FGHP

An anguished scream tore through the ancient halls of Malfoy Manor, Narcissa Malfoy was in the nursery and she was entirely alone except for a single loyal house elf. Not that she wanted anyone else there; certainly not anyone who was currently in residence, not when she was so vulnerable.
She was crouching down, rocking herself back and forth as a contraction ripped through her abdomen and she screamed again, tears escaping down her pale cheeks as she sobbed, struggling to catch her breath. She was terrified, she had asked for a healer to be summoned but so far none had come. According to the house elf Lucius had been too concerned with his Ministry paperwork to pay much heed to the needs of his wife.
It wouldn’t be long now. She had been in labour since the early hours of the morning and her contractions were coming fast without so much as a minutes rest between them. She knew that soon she would have the urge to push.
Breathing heavily as she had been taught to, Narcissa manoeuvred herself cautiously onto her bed, taking it slowly, not wanting to do anything that might hurt her baby. It was an odd thought to have but she wanted her other son. He wouldn’t have abandoned her to suffer this alone, he would have brought her help.
The urge to push took over and that’s exactly what she did. Straining, her fists clenching in the sheets beneath her. Sweat beaded across her brow as she strained to bring her second child into the world. Her body acted on instinct and a lot of it she remembered from when Draco had been born all those years ago.
Finally, as the sun rose on the first of October 1995, Abraxus Cygnus Malfoy was born. He was perfect as Narcissa had always known that he would be. He looked exactly like Draco had when he had first been born, wailed for attention like him too, and from the moment she first laid eyes upon the young boy she loved him and knew that she would give her life to protect him, just as she would for Draco.
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