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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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It is so lovely to hear how much excited you all seem to be about the Christmas update schedule. Here is the new chapter, hope you enjoy it.
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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 72 - Maybe Boyfriend
It was early still and the rest of the pack were still sleeping, but Fenrir was having difficulty doing so, knowing that Harry was so close but not in his arms. It was difficult punishing his little mate this way, but the way that Harry had protested and fought him on it was all the proof that he needed that it was working. Getting to his feet, he moved between his other pack members towards his slumbering mate.
Harry had obediently stayed in his bed alone this time, Fenrir was pleased to see, though the hides had been moved so that he was between Micha and Clay. Fenrir sat himself down near Harry’s head, watching his beautiful submissive’s slow steady breaths for a few moments before reaching out to move his hand gently over Harry’s hair.
His mate whined a little in his sleep, his head leaning back a little bit a little as though trying to get closer, a hand reaching up and grabbing hold of one of the Alpha’s fingers. Fenrir froze, momentarily worried he had woken Harry, but then his mate let out a breath and slept on.
“I know you are trying to make a point,” Damon said sleepily, having half sat up on Micha’s far side, peering over the older submissive to where the Alpha pair were, “but you are just punishing yourself now.”
“Go back to sleep, Damon,” Fenrir said firmly. He wanted to just have a few minutes with his mate while Harry was still sleeping.
“Are you deliberately punishing yourself?” Damon asked, with a small frown. He knew how seriously his friend took the protection of their pack and that the constant danger they were in was bound to be weighing on him. “You are a great Alpha, Fenrir. You have kept us all safe and alive,” he said, as he untangled himself from Micha carefully so not to wake his mate and moved to sit next to the Alpha.
Fenrir grunted in acknowledgement at this. So far they hadn’t lost anyone but it had been close on more occasions than he was comfortable with and there were just so many threats against them. This was exactly why he needed to teach Harry to stop being so reckless, to obey him as Alpha before someone ended up paying the price.
Damon sighed. He could see that Fenrir was blaming himself for what had happened, at least in part, but the pack still loved their Alpha unquestioningly. This was evidenced by the lengths that Harry had being going to, regardless of his current punishment, to organise the surprise he was planning for the Alpha, all without Fenrir finding out. This was, of course, proving rather difficult considering Harry was rarely without his mate being a short distance away from him, but nothing was going to dissuade Harry from his mission, and the other pack members were doing what they could to help.
“You will fetch another of the young pups,” the Alpha said after a few moments; he had wanted to wait longer before bringing in anyone else, mostly because of the state that Jaylon was in, but he felt a deep seated need to give Harry every bit of protection he could.
“You really think we’re ready for another when we have Jaylon, who can barely look at any of us, and now Niko to contend with too?” Damon asked, almost echoing Fenrir’s own concerns, but the Alpha had already made up his mind.
“I want to send her to Hogwarts with the others,” Fenrir informed his friend. He had originally intended for Jaylon to go to the castle with them, but it was perfectly clear that the submissive wouldn’t be able to cope in such an environment at the moment. He still needed to talk to the young man about his running away, but with everything else going on that was going to have to wait until the pups went back to Hogwarts.
“How do you know that this new pup won’t be just as damaged as Jaylon?” Damon questioned with a scowl. It had been something that had been on his mind a lot since they had rescued Jaylon truthfully, but had known that Fenrir wouldn’t let him go to the others before he had decided it was time.
“Her parents asked me to bite her,” the Alpha told him bluntly. She was the only one, out of all the children he had ever bitten, who had come to him; most of them he had selected himself, but this young girl’s parents seemed to have understood that it would make their daughter strong, so Fenrir had seen no reason to deny them.
“Oh…” Damon said slowly, genuinely surprised. He had never heard of such a thing happening; werewolves had such a terrible reputation among the wizarding population that it was not something that people would choose to become, let alone sign up their own child for; not to mention the risk of death that came with it, because not everyone survived the bite. “Seriously?” he asked after a second.
“Yes,” the Alpha stated bluntly.
“Why?” Damon had to ask, his curiosity getting the better of him. Even as a werewolf himself, and not remotely ashamed of what they were, if he had a human child he wasn’t sure that he would want them to be bitten.
“It doesn’t matter,” Fenrir said dismissively. He had not truly questioned the girl’s parents on their reasons, but they were adamant and the child seemed strong, therefore he had bitten her as requested. If she had died then he would have cared very little but she had not and now she would be joining the pack, as arranged.
“Okay…” Damon said; he still felt rather unsure about the whole situation, but at this point there was nothing to be done about the choices that his friend had made some decade and a half earlier. “So, she’s still with her parents?” he questioned, wanting to get back to the matter at hand.
“Yes,” the Alpha said. Her parents had already been prepared to adapt their lives to living with their daughter as a werewolf, even having purchased land for her to use on the full moons. Fenrir knew that they would not have let their daughter go anywhere until he sent for her. He had even intended to leave her until last but after what happened with Jaylon, he wanted someone he was certain he could send straight to Hogwarts with Harry.
“And they’re just going to let her come to the pack without a fight?” Damon asked, not looking forward to having to take a teenager girl away from her parents and bringing her to live with the pack.
“Yes,” Fenrir told him, feeling increasingly annoyed that not only was Damon insisting on sitting with him while he wanted a few minutes alone with Harry, but also that his friend was questioning him, doubting and second guessing his decisions.
“I still don’t think that this is a good idea,” Damon admitted, knowing that this might not be the wisest thing to say to Fenrir, but he didn’t like to sugar coat things, particularly when talking to his oldest friend.
“Clay indulges Harry, Romy cannot stop them,” Fenrir pointed out firmly, and Damon couldn’t argue that that wasn’t true. “Robin will be unbiased, she will protect him,” he explained.
“Robin?” Damon asked.
“The girl,” Fenrir clarified. He had brought in Jaylon first, wanting to give Harry someone to connect to, someone to be his friend, but he wanted Robin to challenge Harry’s choices, make his little mate think twice before doing something stupid.
“Ah, I didn’t expect you to know their names, you never told us Jaylon’s,” Damon admitted, watching his friend and Alpha carefully. In truth he hadn’t been expecting for anyone to have asked Fenrir to bite their child and was admittedly rather curious about this Robin.
“I did not know his name, the others I do,” Fenrir explained. What they had been called had never been important when he had chosen the others, but Robin’s parents had introduced him to their daughter properly when they had invited him into their home.
“And you think it’s a good idea to bring this Robin into the pack?” Damon asked; he had his doubts, but he would trust Fenrir to make the decision that was right for all of them. He knew that the Alpha just wanted to keep them all, though particularly Harry, safe.
“Yes,” Fenrir grunted getting more and more irate with the amount of questions Damon seemed to have. He was tired and wanted to simply sit in silence beside his mate and ease his anxious worry a little, he didn’t want to be interrogated in such a way.
“Alright, when the pups go back to school I’ll find some time to go fetch her with Micha,” Damon promised. “If that’s agreeable to you…,” he added quickly, realising that he was making assumptions that he probably shouldn’t. “He doesn’t get out much, I think that he needs to.”
“Fine,” Fenrir said. He had no issue with Micha going along; he trusted that Damon would keep the submissive safe and still manage what needed to be done.
“And Fenrir…” Damon said, remembering what he had left the warmth and comfort of his and Micha’s bed to talk about. “Harry understands what you’re trying to teach him, don’t let this punishment go on for too much longer,” he requested, really hoping that the Alpha wasn’t going to react to bad to his meddling.
“It is not your concern,” Fenrir told him sternly.
“I know but I think he’s learnt his lesson,” Damon insisted; he was glad that Fenrir was taking Harry’s behaviour in hand, but he didn’t want his friend to push things to the point where it might damage the relationship between the Alpha pair. He knew that despite the brave face he put on, Harry was a lot more emotionally fragile than he let anyone see.
“I will be the judge of that,” the Alpha growled, his eyes fixed on where Harry was sleeping next to him, undisturbed by the conversation happening so close by.
“I know but he needs you, more than he’ll ever show you,” Damon told him. “Look at how he reached for you the moment you got close, even in his sleep,” he added, gesturing to where Harry was still clinging to Fenrir’s hand.
The Alpha did look, and it even gave him pause for thought; but that didn’t mean he appreciated his friend’s interference. “Go back to sleep, Damon,” he said firmly, not taking his eyes off Harry.
“Just… think about it,” Damon requested. “He really has learnt more than you think; it’s just that he is sometimes as inarticulate as you. And you’ll sleep better beside him, you know you will… I know because now I have Micha, I couldn’t be without him, not even for one night. I don’t know how you’ve stayed away from Harry for so long.”
“Goodnight, Damon,” Fenrir said firmly, wanting to make it clear that the conversation was over. He wanted a few moments on his own with Harry, without Damon lingering beside him, making unwanted conversation.
“Goodnight, Fenrir,” Damon said with a smile, knowing that he had outstayed his welcome. So, moving back to his bed and Micha, the dominant settled himself down to sleep, never taking his eyes from the Alpha pair and still smiling to himself, knowing that he had done everything he could to get things back to normal, not just for Harry but for Fenrir too.
FGHP
Jenson had been thinking a lot about what the healer had told them on Valentine’s Day about the potion for Callie and the baby; he had read all of the information that the healer had provided, plus done his own research when he was supposed to be working too. He had, of course, talked to Callie about it too and together they had decided that to ensure the safety of their unborn baby they were going to give the potion a try, though only if it was brewed by someone they trusted and that meant Harry. However, first they would have to ask Fenrir if it was alright.
“Fenrir,” Jenson said, approaching the Alpha who was sat on a log bench by the fire, Harry sitting cross legged on the ground beside him, reading.
“Jenson,” the Alpha returned, turning to look at his Beta.
“May I have a word?” he asked before glancing at Harry, thinking that before the submissive teenager heard about this, he needed Fenrir to hear him out first. “In private,” he added.
Fenrir nodded, getting to his feet before hesitating. “Wait here, little one, don’t move,” he instructed. Harry looked up at his mate and smiled.
“Not summoning me a guard?” Harry asked, a little surprised that Fenrir was going to leave him there alone, instead of calling Damon over to come sit with him, as he had been doing since he had woken up the morning before.
“I don’t think you need one,” Fenrir said bluntly, hoping that giving Harry this small amount of leeway would show his mate that he was doing well and not encourage him to push boundaries again. The idea was to give Harry back his freedom gradually, when he had earned it. However, it could be taken away again if Harry acted or behaved recklessly.
“Okay, I’ll be right here, reading,” Harry promised him. “And if I finish the book I will just send one of the many minions… I mean pack members to fetch me another,” he added with a happy grin.
“Good,” Fenrir said, glad that Harry was learning something, even if he managed to turn it around and make some cheeky remark; though he was a little glad of that too, he didn’t want his mate’s strong mind and will crushed, just his recklessness and disobedience curbed.
“Talk,” Fenrir instructed his Beta as the two of them headed off towards the edge of the clearing, away from prying ears. He was trusting his mate to behave, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be away from Harry any longer than he had to be; though that wasn’t truly any different from any other day he supposed.
“It’s about Callie, and the… pregnancy,” Jenson told him, glancing around to make sure that none of the others were lurking nearby.
“Is she alright?” Fenrir asked. He had been a little concerned when he had first been told about it; Callie had never been a strong wolf, her illness when she was younger a constant worry to both Damon and himself. He couldn't help but worry about the possibility that either Callie or the baby might not make it. Having known Callie for so long, Fenrir was rather fond of her, they’d spent many years in the territory alone, surviving; it was not a bond easily broken.
“Yes, fine, a little tired, but actually been a bit better the last day or so,” Jenson told him with a smile and a nod; it was nice to actually hear the Alpha’s concern. They all knew that Fenrir cared deeply for each and every one of them, but it wasn’t often he expressed it even as much as this. “I would like to tell Harry about it,” he said, after a few moments of quiet between them.
“Why?” Fenrir asked, confused about why it would be Harry of all people they would chose to tell, when Jenson himself had been the one who wanted to keep it quiet.
“Callie needs a potion, and while we could just buy it….” Jenson said, his voice trailing off. “I just don’t trust people not to deliberately mess with it, given what we are and how most wizards see us. Plus I have been reading up about it and it is complex, needs to be brewed just right to get the safest results.”
“You want Harry to make it,” Fenrir stated, and though it wasn’t a question, Jenson nodded.
“I didn’t want to just assume that it was okay,” Jenson told him. “He will know what it is for the second I ask him, which is why we would have to tell him the truth, not that I would want to try and lie to him about it or anything.”
“You can tell him,” the Alpha agreed; he didn’t really understand why the rest of the pack hadn’t already been told anyway, as that would mean that they would be better able to protect Callie and her unborn child if need be.
“And you are okay with him brewing it for Callie?” Jenson asked, wanting to be sure that the Alpha had no objections, particularly given the submissive was being punished at the moment.
“Yes,” Fenrir agreed, “but not today.” Harry was still on punishment and he didn’t want his mate starting on potions today, because that would be something he would definitely have to supervise closely.
“Oh, it takes a couple of days to brew anyway,” Jenson told him. “I was hoping to ask Harry before he leaves, so that he might be able to make it at school; though he would probably have to send it here via owl, because Callie definitely needs it sooner rather than later.”
“That’s fine,” Fenrir said with a curt nod. As far as he was concerned, Harry loved brewing and would be helping Callie and the baby, so he had no objections. On the contrary, he actually liked that Jenson trusted his little mate enough to request this of him.
“I’ll talk to him before they go back to school; thank you, my Alpha,” Jenson said gratefully. He hadn’t really expected Fenrir to have any objections but he was still pleased to know that they would have a potion for Callie to take soon; assuming that Harry was happy to make it, but given the teenager's love of potions he wasn’t worried.
“Perhaps talk to Romy too,” Fenrir added, as the Beta went to walk away.
“Why?” Jenson asked with confusion.
“We do not want more pups than we can handle,” the Alpha told him. While he was pleased for Callie and Jenson, despite the timing, he definitely didn’t need any of the other pack members falling pregnant. He actually thought it might be worth mentioning something to Micha and Damon too.
“Why does that mean talking to Romy?” Jenson questioned, struggling to follow Fenrir’s logic.
“Her and Clayton will need to be careful,” the Alpha told him bluntly. It was obvious that the two of them were going to end up as mates, no matter the Beta’s thoughts on their relationship. “Harry could brew what they need.”
“What? They aren’t... I’m sure they’re not... Why would you suggest…?” Jenson spluttered, looking alarmed. “I’m going to talk to her!” he declared suddenly, all but storming off across the clearing towards his daughter.
“Good,” Fenrir said, just pleased that his Beta was going to talk to the teenage girl. He wasn’t that bothered about whether or not Clay and Romy had worked out their issues yet, as long as they didn’t start having children that the pack would need to help them care for any time soon.
“Everything okay?” Harry asked, as the Alpha headed back his way, taking a seat next to him.
“Yes,” Fenrir assured him.
“I was good,” Harry pointed out.
“Yes, you were,” Fenrir agreed. “Good, little one,” he added, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his mate’s head in reward, letting himself inhale Harry’s scent, enjoying the smile Harry turned and gave him as he pulled away.
FGHP
“I am not ready to be a grandfather,” Jenson stated rather abruptly as he sat down next to Romy, his daughter turning to look at him with wide surprised eyes.
“Do you know something I don’t?” she asked. “Because I am not anywhere near ready to be a mother and given my only sibling isn’t even born yet… What did Clay say to you?” she asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
“So you two are…?” Jenson asked, looking completely alarmed. “Please tell me you two aren’t… doing that.”
“Do you know me at all?” Romy asked incredulously, but her Dad didn’t stop looking at her fearfully. “Stop worrying so much, it’s only been a few kisses.”
“Kisses!” Jenson exclaimed. He paled as he stared at Romy, before turning to glare at Clayton, who was currently laughing as he picked Niko up off the floor and righted the skateboard, seeming to encourage the young boy to try again.
“It is going to take a good deal more than that to make you grandfather, as you well know given Mum,” Romy pointed out, rolling her eye in exasperation at her father and his over protective nature. She completely understood why he was, considering all she had been through in her life, but she really didn’t need protecting from Clay of all people; and if she ever did, she was sure she would be perfectly capable of putting her foot down.
“I don’t like it,” Jenson stated, as he turned back to his daughter.
“Well I am not asking you to watch,” Romy said with a smirk, but a moment later her expression became more serious as she took pity on her Dad. “I know you are worried for me, and I love that you care so much, but I really want to give him a chance.”
“But…” Jenson tried to object, not liking the idea of Clay doing anything with his little girl.
“I am going to insist things go really slowly,” Romy said to try and reassure him. “I am not ready for anything that serious yet, but he really cares about me.”
“You are fourteen,” Jenson pointed out; there were times though that he looked at her and saw the fragile little eleven year old that he rescued, despite the fact that she can come so far since then.
“I am aware of that,” Romy told him; she knew that if she was thirty that her Dad was still going to think that she needed protecting from the world around her.
“He better keep his hands off you or else I’ll break every bone in them,” Jenson declared, throwing a filthy look at where Clay and Niko were now each riding a skateboard, Clay holding Niko’s hand to help him keep moving.
“Dad, stop, seriously,” Romy protested. “I don’t know what it is about him that bugs you so badly, but I mean look,” she said gesturing over to Clay, where he and Niko were laughing happily, “he is a really good guy.”
“He is a pest,” Jenson said a little petulantly.
“Can’t you just give him a chance to prove himself?” Romy requested. “I know he is a bit… overly enthusiastic, but he is a really good guy, with a heart of gold.”
“Hmm,” Jenson hummed sceptically. “You realise that I am going to talk to him, lay down some ground rules.”
“I would expect nothing less,” Romy said with a grin, “you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t. As much as I want you to accept him for the person he is and give him a chance, he has to accept you too, because you are my Dad, and I don’t want you to change.”
“That means a lot to me, pumpkin,” Jenson said sincerely, wrapping an arm around his daughter and cuddling her into his side. “I don’t want you to change either, and certainly not for some boy,” he told her.
Romy actually laughed at that. “Don’t worry, I will always be me, and if Clayton doesn’t like who that is then he can keep walking,” she told him. “Besides I think Clay would be horrified at the very suggestion of me changing for him; as weird and inexplicable as it seems to me, he loves me for exactly who I am.”
“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Jenson told her seriously. “But does it have to be him?”
“Would you rather I dated Niko?” she asked with amusement, looking over towards the ten year old. Niko was now skateboarding around Clay, who despite his own high energy was struggling a little to keep up.
“No,” Jenson said with certainty, as he looked over at the two young dominants; the very suggestion seemed odd given that Niko was get to go through puberty, but he supposed there was only four years between the young boy and Romy, so it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility.
“Well I did kiss Draco, but that just didn’t feel right,” Romy admitted. “Though I don’t suppose you would approve of that choice either,” she added. “At least Clay is a werewolf.”
“Isn’t that Clay’s brother?” Jenson asked incredulously; he didn’t really want to hear about this at all, about how his daughter was growing up, but his curiosity was winning out.
“Thanks for that, way to make that really weird,” Romy said with a slightly baffled expression, not quite sure how she felt about it when it was put that way. Though maybe it did explain her attraction to Draco. “I really do like him, Dad,” she said seriously. “Clay I mean,” she added at his puzzled expression.
“I should never have sent you to Hogwarts,” Jenson grumbled.
“You would never have been able to deny me access to all those books,” Romy pointed out to him, and Jenson couldn't deny the truth of that.
“I would have liked to have denied those boys access to you,” Jenson responded. “What is it with you and Malfoys?” he asked with a shake of his head, unable to believe that his little Romy had kissed, not only Clay, but Draco as well.
“Well the good news is that the age gap between me and their little brother is a bit too much for my tastes,” Romy told him with a grin, unable to help herself.
“There’s another one?!” Jenson exclaimed in surprise.
“Brax, he’s about six months old,” Romy told him. “Perhaps he can sweep my little brother or sister off their feet,” she added with a teasing grin.
“Over my dead body,” Jenson snarled. It was bad enough knowing that one of his children, his almost grown up daughter, was infatuated with a Malfoy boy, by blood even if not by name; but he certainly didn’t want to think about his and Callie’s tiny jelly bean being grown up enough to be in a relationship, when it wasn’t even born yet.
“I was just teasing,” Romy said, feeling a little bad about it given her Dad’s reaction. “I get that this is your first real kid, that you are going to be extra protective.”
“Romy, pumpkin, you will always be my first real kid,” Jenson said firmly. “You are my daughter, and I love you; this new baby isn’t going to change that. I know that your mother feels exactly the same.”
“I know, Dad,” Romy said softly, in tone that didn’t convince Jenson at all. He hadn’t thought that she would doubt her place in their family, but it seemed that he and Callie would have to talk to her about this after all. “I love you,” she said placing a kiss on his cheek as she got to her feet.
“I love you too,” he told her sincerely. “Are you okay?” he asked, suspecting that she was trying to escape the things she didn’t want to admit to feeling.
“Yeah, fine,” Romy told him, with a bit of a forced smile. “I am just going to go for a walk, I’ll take Clay with me,” she added before her Dad could protest the idea of going for a walk on her own, or else offer to accompany her.
“Okay, just don’t go too far, pumpkin,” he said, giving her a smile as she headed over to where Clay was trying to get Niko to give him his other skateboard back.
“Oh, and Dad,” she said, stopping and turning to face him, suddenly remembering, “Harry asked me to remind you about the cake.”
FGHP
Harry had finished his book and after reading for so many hours straight had needed a break; he was quite enjoying watching Niko and Clay playing on the skateboards, though he really wish he could join them. Lukas and Damon were out at work, but Callie and Tessie were trying to teach Jaylon how to cook, with a little assistance from Micha; though Harry suspected he was not particularly helping matters.
He also hadn’t missed the serious conversation that Romy and Jenson were having, though they were out of earshot. He was starting to understand how Fenrir knew so much about each of them, if he watched them like this all the time; it wasn’t something that Harry thought he would be able to do as intensively as the Alpha did, but it certainly changed his perspective on things.
“You must get to see so much just sitting here like this half the time,” Harry said, turning to smile at his mate, instinctively reaching out to take the Alpha’s hand in his own smaller one.
“Little one,” Fenrir said firmly, though there was more frustration than annoyance in his voice as he caught Harry by the wrist and moved his hand back. “You are still be punished, I am in charge.”
“Okay then, bossy boots,” Harry said with a smile. “Will you hold my hand? I’ve been really good, surely that could earn me a little human contact.”
“You are learning, little one,” Fenrir said with a nod of agreement, taking Harry’s hand in his own, and moving his mate a little closer to him.
Harry grinned happily; he hadn’t been so pleased with such innocent contact since before they were mated. Apparently he just needed to learn to ask; well he thought he could manage that. “Can we go have sex?” he said with a wide grin, hoping that his mate would get that he did actually understand that that wasn’t going to happen.
“Don’t push it, little one,” Fenrir growled warningly, but he didn’t tell Harry off any more severely, apparently too used to his young mate’s sense of humour by now.
“I know, wolfie,” Harry said, “I am just happy you aren’t being such a meanie head anymore.”
Fenrir scowled at him in annoyance, pulling his hand back. He was not happy that his mate, who was already in trouble, was insisting on using the nicknames Harry knew he hated. He wasn’t really in the mood for Harry’s silliness.
“I’m sorry, Fen!” Harry said quickly. “I was only playing,” he added sadly, placing his hands in lap and looking down at the ground. “I was just in a really good mood from you agreeing to hold my hand, and now I messed it all up again.”
“Shush, little one,” Fenrir said, reaching out and taking Harry’s hand in his own again.
“Harry, can I join you, there is something I would like to discuss with you,” Jenson said, causing the Alpha pair to turn and look up at him.
“It’s fine with me, if Fen doesn’t mind,” Harry told him, turning to his mate to make sure that Fenrir had no objections. He had no idea what Jenson would want to talk to him specifically about though. “Where did Romy go?” he asked, realising that he couldn’t see her in the clearing anymore. “And Clay,” he added noticing that Niko was heading over towards Micha; the ten year old snuck up behind Micha and covered the older submissive’s eyes, both of them laughing a few seconds later.
“Sit,” Fenrir said, gesturing to the seat on Harry’s other side, though he kept his hand linked with his young mate’s, no more keen to break the contact than Harry was. Jenson did so, before holding out a book for Harry to take.
“What’s this?” Harry asked, looking between the book and the Beta wolf in confusion. “A potions book?” He wasn’t at all sure what Jenson was doing with a potions textbook at all, let alone giving it to him.
“I would like you to brew something specific for me,” Jenson told him. “Or rather, more specifically, for Callie. Fenrir already agreed that you should be allowed to do it while at school and owl us the potion when it is ready. If that is okay with you, of course; it is just that I wouldn’t trust anyone else to make it.”
“Sure, of course I will do my best; what was it you wanted making?” Harry asked, throwing a concerned glance over towards Callie; she had been so much better the last couple of days, but still not quite herself again yet. He was certainly curious as to what Jenson would want brewed for her to take.
“This one,” Jenson said, opening the book to about a quarter of the way through, and tapping on the relevant page. “This is the one she needs,” he told him, watching Harry closely as he started to read through the details.
“But this is for someone who’s… ooooh,” Harry said with dawning understanding, turning to look up at the Beta wolf for confirmation. “Is she really…?” he started to ask, but Jenson quickly pressed a finger to his lips.
“That is something we are keeping quiet for the moment,” Jenson told him with a very stern expression, “but yes, she is. Romy and Fenrir are the only others who know for the moment.”
“Yes; yes, I will make this,” Harry told him, turning to Fenrir and squeezing the hand he was still holding, looking for confirmation from his mate, the Alpha giving him a quick nod. “I am really happy for you guys, and if this will help Callie feel better, then of course I will make it for her.”
“Well it might actually make her nausea worse, but it will help her body cope with the stresses of carrying a child,” Jenson told him. “Which is why I was hoping you might be able to make…” he added, turning the pages again, to just over half way through, “...this one.”
“Anti-nausea potion, not either of the ones I am familiar with, but,” Harry said scanning over the instructions, before breaking into a smile and looking up at him, “yes, I can make this too. I do have some concerns about a few of the ingredients in these two potions clashing with each other, but I will look into it and let you know.”
“Thank you,” Jenson said. “I did the research as best as I could, but honestly potions was never my area of expertise. I would appreciate you looking it over.”
“There will be more books on the subject in the library at Hogwarts anyway, so I will look the details up tomorrow,” Harry told him, giving Fen a quick smile before turning back to Jenson. “I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to check it’s suitability for our kind as well.”
“Mind? Of course not,” Jenson said with a grateful smile. He had honestly been a little worried that he might have missed something in his research so he knew he would feel a lot more comfortable knowing that Harry, someone who had been taught potions by a true potions master since he could read, had double checked it all. “Honestly, thank you, Harry.”
“I am glad to be able to help,” Harry said with a grin; he was beyond flattered that he was Jenson’s first choice to brew the potion for Callie and his unborn child, that the Beta would potentially put their lives in his hands. He wouldn’t let them down.
FGHP
With Fenrir’s permission, Harry had forced Callie to sit down for a change while he, Romy, Tessie and Jaylon prepared the dinner, much to Jenson’s delight. It wasn’t much, it was just stew, but it was hot and it was filling, it didn’t even taste half bad.
Fenrir had watched with pride as Harry had integrated into the pack more fully than he ever had before. The act of taking care of Callie, when normally it was her taking care of everyone else, had been a key moment in Fenrir’s mind that his little mate truly understood the position he was meant to take within the pack.
All the pack members were back from wherever they had been during the day, Damon looking a little stressed and Lukas clearly having finished work early and gone to see Nell judging by the loved up look on his face.
Micha was sat frowning at his mate, who had come back to the territory for dinner but had so far not said a single word to him, instead he had been sat by the fire, reading through a stack of paperwork, almost glaring at it. The submissive didn’t like being ignored and even though he rather enjoyed sitting and spending time with Lukas and Niko, he missed snuggling with Damon.
Grinning at Callie, Harry gave her a bowl with twice as much as normal in it, giving her a small wink as he handed it over. Callie flushed a little, knowing that he knew about little jelly bean; she understood why Jenson had told him, but it did make her feel a little bad that Damon was still in the dark about it.
“Thank you,” Callie said quietly to Harry as she accepted the bowl before Harry moved on, giving bowls of stew to Micha, Niko and Lukas. None of them starting their meals until Fenrir had accepted his own bowl and started eating. Clay, of course, was the last to start his meal, though Harry had made sure he had more than enough to fill his belly.
When everyone had their meals, Harry took his own and went to sit beside Micha; however, Fenrir seemed to have other plans. “Little one,” the Alpha said and Harry turned to look at his mate. “Next to me, little one.”
Harry broke into a huge smile, moving back over to where the Alpha was sat and sitting down next to him. The teenager was jubilant as he took his place at his Alpha’s side and started to eat his meal. “You should eat, Fen,” Harry said, turning to look at his mate, realising that the Alpha was just looking at him pensively.
“You will let Romy, Clay and Micha clean up this evening, little one,” Fenrir said softly so that the others couldn’t hear him. “You will stay and talk with me.”
“Okay,” Harry agreed, nodding his head, “but first, eat,” he encouraged. The Alpha gave him a stern look but did go back to eating his own dinner, though Harry could see that Fenrir definitely had something on his mind and he strongly suspected that it had to do with whatever his mate wanted to talk about.
“You eat too, little one,” Fenrir said motioning to Harry’s own barely touched bowl, the teenager didn’t want to go back to eating until he knew that the Alpha was going to eat too; for one thing it felt a bit odd knowing that his mate was sitting there watching him do so.
Harry rolled his eyes, though being careful not to let the Alpha see it, and took a spoonful of his dinner into his mouth, before turning to look up at his mate; apparently that was enough to satisfy Fenrir, because he too started eating again, turning back to watching the rest of the pack around them.
For the first time since he had come to the pack so many months ago, Harry could finally see each and every pack member. While he loved them all dearly, he had never taken the opportunity to really watch them all, to sympathise with them and connect with them. However, sitting here now and simply observing he finally felt as though he really knew each of them individually.
Harry was almost grateful for the punishment that Fenrir had given to him; if he hadn’t been punished like this then he never would have had the chance to truly see the pack that he was part of. He was only sad that he was going to have to go back to Hogwarts that evening; he would have done anything to stay in the territory just for one more night.
He knew that they had been lucky to have these couple of days at all though, so he was going to try and not be too much of a grump about leaving in a few hours. It was going to be hard leaving Fenrir when they had just started getting some of their affection and closeness back; Harry did hope that maybe the Alpha would let him off his punishment by the time he was back in the territory again but in the meantime he would just enjoy being in the territory.
He frowned when he realised that Damon wasn’t eating, and had discarded his bowl by his side and already had his nose buried back into the papers; it was really obvious that whatever the documents contained they were not good news. Micha too was looking concerned about Damon’s mood, and Harry could see the worried looks that his fellow submissive was throwing at the dominant.
Jaylon on the other hand was eating his own serving with more enthusiasm than usual, but Harry thought this was more because it was a distraction from the hyperactive Niko, who was sitting next to him and Tessie, asking the usual barrage of questions between each mouthful. Jaylon seemed to be coming alive with each moment he shared with Niko; not least because the young boy wouldn’t let Jaylon just hide from him.
It seemed to matter very little to ten year old Niko that Jaylon was drowning in a sea of unhappiness and depression, Niko didn’t understand any of it. Least of all because he had never been told but mainly because he had never suffered in his life, not until his parents had been killed. Sadness had not touched him, not like it had touched Jaylon; even in the face of his parents death, being turned into a werewolf and having to join Gideon’s pack, Niko had managed to find a way to stay positive.
It was clear that some of the pack found Niko’s energy exhausting and difficult to be around, particularly Jenson, who tended to like calm, but Harry thought that it was actually quite welcome in the current difficult times. Clay obviously agreed with him, because Harry could hear him excitedly telling Romy all about how well teaching the young newcomer to skateboard had gone.
Romy sat and listened to her almost boyfriend talk about the ten year old, smiling to herself, wondering what it would be like when Clay was telling her all about what their own child had done. She had told her dad that she wasn’t ready to be a mother and that hadn’t been a lie but as Clay told her rather animatedly about how Niko had learnt so quickly to flip the skateboard almost perfectly, she couldn’t help but think about it.
Lukas was talking to Tessie, both of them keeping an eye on Niko and Jaylon, the ten year old talking a mile a minute while Jaylon nodded and smiled, barely keeping up. It was a picture of perfect pack unity as Jenson cuddled close to Callie, the two of them keeping their secret, the Alpha pair united and everyone else trusting in them to keep them all safe.
FGHP
After dinner, Fenrir asked Harry to walk with him. No one had argued as the Alpha had given his orders on who was to do what when it came to the after dinner chores, simply accepting them and getting on with it. Harry was happy to walk with his mate and Fenrir had even permitted hand-holding as they went, though the teenager couldn’t help but be a little disappointed when the two of them didn’t disappear off into the woods so that they could have sex.
“So you wanted to talk to me about something?” Harry asked, when the Alpha didn’t say anything.
“You have done well today, little one,” Fenrir said sincerely. He was so very proud of his mate; he had expected Harry to fight him a lot more, he had expected temper tantrums and arguments, but his submissive had surprised him.
“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly, looking up at him with a grin. He really did love to hear such praise from his mate. “It’s not been as hard as I thought it would be; you must see so much that the rest of us miss,” he said, still amazed how much he must have missed while he was caught up in his own issues.
“What have you seen today, little one?” Fenrir asked, curious to see just how much his mate had really learned, how much Harry had actually seen.
“Tessie being so protective of Jaylon,” Harry said, not really sure where to start, or what it was that his mate was looking for from him, but he was going to try.
“More than that,” the Alpha encouraged. He knew that Harry had already been aware of what most of the pack were up to, even before this punishment, but he wanted to know what Harry had really seen when he took the time to look.
“Umm, okay,” Harry said, taking a moment to think. He had spent a lot of the time since Fenrir had started his punishment just trying to pass the time, staving off the boredom, reading when he was permitted; but then he had really started watching. “I can see how sad Jaylon is, even though he’s trying to smile,” Harry told him, looking to his mate who nodded. “He’s still suffering, and Tessie, she wants to be a full pack member but she thinks she’ll never be one of us, not properly because of her arm.”
“Good,” Fenrir said proudly; that was a lot more like what he had been hoping Harry would be able to tell him. “What else?” he asked encouragingly.
“Jenson… he’s scared for Callie, and for Romy too,” he added with a smile, “though that’s for obviously different reasons.” Harry was sure that the Beta was perfectly aware of how Romy and Clay’s relationship was growing, and none too happy about it; though he was sure that Romy would set him straight at some point, if she hadn’t already.
“What of Lukas?” the Alpha asked, seeing that Harry was starting to drift off into his own thoughts.
“He’s in love,” Harry said happily, turning to look up at his mate with a smile.
“Obviously,” Fenrir said drily. He was still a little unsure about Lukas’ relationship, but until it became a problem he wasn’t going to interfere; he had promised Lukas that he would be allowed to live his own life, and he intended to stay good to his word if possible, while it posed no threat to his pack.
“He doesn’t think we’ll approve so he’s hiding her,” Harry added, “but I don’t think he will for very much longer. He cares too much about her,” he said softly, a pleased smile on his lips; he really did love their pack so much and thinking about each of them made him feel all warm inside; he was about to ask Fenrir if that was how being their Alpha made him feel, but Fenrir got there first.
“What of Damon?” the Alpha questioned, thinking that his mate was doing very well, but keen to push him for more. As the Alpha’s mate Harry needed to be aware of all of the pack, each and every one of them.
“Something is bothering him,” Harry said, a frown forming on his face. “Probably work related,” he went on. “He seems stressed and Micha is clearly thinking it’s him because that’s what Micha does.”
“You are learning,” the Alpha told him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head in reward; truthfully he wanted to lean down and capture his young mate’s lips with his own, but he resisted for the moment.
“I know, thank you,” Harry said, looking up at his mate. Fenrir gave a curt nod, which just made Harry shake his head. “No, I really mean it, Fen,” he said insistently. “I’m glad I got to see the pack the way you do, it meant a lot to me.”
“You are welcome, little one,” Fenrir said, looking pleased; he knew that Harry was learning, that he was understanding, but to hear that he was glad for that knowledge was more than he had hoped for. That meant that Harry might hold onto the lessons, use them.
“Fen…” Harry said, coming to a stop, “I have to go back to school soon and…” again he hesitated, not wanting to make his Alpha angry at him all over again. “Can I have a kiss before I go? I mean a proper kiss?”
“You are still being punished,” Fenrir said firmly, giving Harry a pointed look, though he didn’t sound at all annoyed with the request.
“I know, and I get that it wouldn’t mean that was over, but just one kiss?” Harry said softly, not wanting to push the Alpha and end up losing the contact he was being allowed, nor the pride that Fenrir was showing in him at the moment.
That was all the understanding that Fenrir needed, and all the temptation he could stand, and so the Alpha leaned down, taking Harry’s chin loosely in his free hand as he pressed their lips together. He felt his little submissive gasp in surprise, before starting to tentatively kiss him back; it was unlike Harry to be so hesitant, but it was also unlike them to go for two days in each other’s company without sharing many kisses and much more.
The taste of his little mate was intoxicating though, and Fenrir moved his hand from Harry’s chin to thread his fingers into Harry’s hair; he tipped the submissive’s head back, just enough to deepen the kiss, being rewarded by a little wanton moan against his own mouth.
The two of them were gasping as Fenrir forced himself to pull back; he didn’t want to, he never wanted to stop kissing Harry, now that he started, but he knew that if he didn't stop now then he was going to end up taking things much further than he meant to.
“If that’s what a kiss is like after two days of restraining ourselves, then the sex is going to be mind blowing,” Harry said a little breathlessly, unable to look away from the golden eyes of his mate, who was still towering over him. It hadn’t occurred to him that going without might make everything even more intense, but it undeniably had.
Unable to stop himself, Harry’s comment going around in his mind, Fenrir closed the gap between them once again, pressing their lips together, knowing that this time he might not be able to stop himself. Fenrir deepened the kiss, pulling Harry to him so that their bodies were pressed close together.
Harry’s hands glided up his mate’s chest, loving the feeling of the soft fuzz that covered the firm muscle; however, he knew that this had to stop, not that he wanted it to but because he was still being punished for what he had done, he couldn’t allow himself to become lost in his Alpha, not now.
“Fen…” Harry said breathlessly, pulling himself away with difficulty given that the Alpha obviously wasn’t ready for it to be over. “We can’t.”
A little startled, Fenrir looked down at his little mate, surprised that it had been Harry to put a stop to what they had been doing. It took a few seconds for the Alpha’s mind to clear, but it didn’t take long for him to realise that if Harry hadn’t put a stop to it, then they would have got carried away and he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. He wanted to claim Harry again, but knew that his little mate was right, it shouldn’t happen while Harry was still being punished.
“I want to, Fen,” Harry told him, watching his mate with a little concern, “I really, really want to, but not just yet, not until we are really okay again. I don’t want either of us to regret it, and I know you didn’t intend for it to be now. I sound like some blushing virgin,” he added with a chuckle.
“You did good, little one,” Fenrir told him, his voice still a little deep with arousal. It took a great deal of strength for him to release his hold on Harry and take a step back.
“I love you, Fen, I know it’s sappy as hell but I want to be with you until we’re both really, really old and have children and grandchildren and great grandchildren. I don’t want what we have to be ruined; what we have, it’s for forever.”
“I will make that happen, little one,” Fenrir said with certainty. He was not going to let anything happen to Harry; they would have many children, who would grow up strong and safe to have their own families, they would protect their pack and he wouldn’t let anything stop them.
FGHP
“Clayton,” Jenson snarled rather dangerously as the three pups were preparing to leave the territory and go back to Hogwarts. “A word,” the Beta wolf said.
“Dad,” Romy said warningly, “be nice.”
Clay gave Romy a hesitant look before turning to Jenson and nodding in agreement. He wasn’t sure what the Beta wolf wanted but he thought that it might have something to do with the blossoming romance between him and Romy; she had warned him that that conversation would happen eventually. Somewhat slower than he would normally have done, Clay moved to follow Jenson, who was heading away from the others, something that worried the Omega wolf slightly.
“I’m not going to hurt her,” Clay said the moment that they were out of earshot of the others, completely jumping the gun and not letting Jenson get a word in first.
The Beta wolf narrowed his eyes at Clay, not liking how fast the dominant teenager had been to say that. “You had better not hurt her, even accidentally, because, believe me, I can make you suffer a whole lot worse. I would break every single bone in your body before I let you hurt her.”
“Wow… okay… good thing I love her then isn’t it,” Clay said, though clearly he was rather nervous about how threatening Jenson was being towards him.
“If you dare touch her…”
“Whoa… seriously, she doesn’t want to move that fast and I respect that, I won’t force her to do anything she isn’t ready for; hell I wouldn’t, and probably couldn’t, force her to do anything, ever," Clay pointed out. Romy was one of the most headstrong individuals he had ever met, and he loved that about her. "I know what she’s been through, I wouldn’t do that, I swear to you.”
“I will happily rip out your insides and wear them as a hat if you ever do anything like that against her will, hell if you do anything like that to her in general. She is not a plaything, Clayton," Jenson snarled, "she is my daughter and I will kill you if you do anything I consider to be unsavoury.”
“Okay, while I get that you are protecting her and everything, but exactly how much we do or don't do, and when, is entirely Romy’s decision,” Clay said firmly. He respected Jenson as both the Beta and as Romy’s father but he wasn’t going to be pushed around by him, and he certainly wasn’t going to let the man put limits on their relationship before it even really got started. “I love her, and if there are things she wants to do with me, then I am not likely to stop her. If you have an issue with that then it is probably Romy you need to be having this talk with.”
Jenson flexed his fists at his sides, not liking any mention of his little girl being intimate with this … boy. He was ready to punch Clay in the nose for the mere suggestion of it; however, he knew that not only Romy was watching them but Callie was likely to be as well and therefore he had to be on his best behaviour, no matter how much he didn’t want to be.
“I already have,” Jenson said with a low growl. “You keep your hands off her or you’ll be finding them broken and unable to touch anyone in any way again.”
“Look, thanks for the warning and all but I knew all this,” Clay said, staying strong, even as Jenson deliberately puffed himself up to tower over him even more. “I won’t hurt her, she’s everything to me and nothing you do or say will ever change the way I feel about her.”
“Clay, we have to go,” Romy called over to them, knowing that her maybe boyfriend and her father would need to be separated before Jenson did some serious damage to himself or to Clayton. He had had the talk he wanted to with the teenager and Romy was hopeful that her Dad would now leave well enough alone.
“I have to go,” Clay said with a soft smile, not deliberately taunting Jenson but irritating the Beta wolf regardless of his intention.
“I’m warning you…” Jenson said as Clay turned away from him and headed back towards the others.
“Yeah, yeah, break every bone in my body, innards as a hat, I get it, I get it,” Clay muttered under his breath as he made a quick escape back to the rest of the pack where he joined Romy, having already said goodbye to his dad, Micha, who he still insisted on calling mummy, and Niko.
Harry was rooted firmly by Fenrir’s side, having said goodbye to everyone but his mate. The submissive teenager wanted to hug the Alpha male, hold on to him and never let go. It felt weird, wrong even that the two of them had not had sex in the brief time that they had been together on this occasion and this had unsettled Harry considerably. He didn’t want to go back to school, he wanted to be here, even considering the fact that his punishment was still on-going. Harry wasn’t even seeing it as a punishment any more, not really. He saw it as a chance to learn and to observe, the way that Fenrir did all the time.
“I really would rather stay here, Fen,” Harry said quietly, before looking up at him, “but you get why I can’t though, right?” He knew it was still difficult for Fenrir to think about the vow or the prophecy, or any of the mess that came with it, but he hoped that his mate at least understood his choices now.
“Yes,” Fenrir said, though it was more of an annoyed growl. He understood, but didn’t like it; Harry not returning could potentially cause problems with the vow, which was a gamble on Harry’s life that they just couldn’t take.
"I understand that you need me to obey you," Harry said, still looking up at his Alpha, not breaking the eye contact that they had. It was the one way that he could feel a more intimate connection with his mate, something beyond holding hands and it felt nice to have something, even if it was as simple as looking into each other's eyes.
"Good" Fenrir stated with a firm nod of his head, giving his little mate a very small smile, oddly pleased with all the progress that the teenager had made in such a short space of time.
"But you know I am still going to argue with you sometimes, right?" Harry added, needing Fenrir to know that sometimes he was still going to be opinionated, he was still going to stand up for what he believed in if the Alpha challenged that. He would never change who he was for anyone, not even for Fenrir, who had stolen his heart so completely.
"Yes," the Alpha said slightly unhappily, though he knew that he wouldn’t have had Harry any other way. He liked that his mate was so strong willed and able to stand up for himself, even though on occasion it wasn’t the right thing for him to do.
Harry grinned at his mate, happy that Fenrir had conceded this point without much in the way of argument. "Okay, just checking," he said. "Wouldn't want you getting your hopes up of me being too well behaved... I mean, how boring would that get?"
"Little one..." Fenrir growled lowly in warning, as he pulled Harry close to his chest; the submissive let out something close to a squeak of surprise, at the entirely unexpected action and contact. “You are mine,” the Alpha stated, wrapping his hand around the back of Harry’s head and tilting it forwards and to the side, pressing his little mate’s cheek against his chest, as he exposed the nape of Harry’s neck.
“Yours,” Harry agreed without hesitation, wrapping his arms around the Alpha’s waist; he wanted to make the most of the moment and figured he could always claim he needed to do so for balance if Fenrir questioned him. But his dominant mate said nothing, and instead ran a finger over the mating mark there, making him shudder happily.
Leaning down, the Alpha pressed a kiss to the mating mark, before nipping at it; he wasn’t able to have sex with his submissive but he was going to remind Harry, and everyone else, exactly whose submissive Harry was.
FGHP
Leaving the territory was, of course, never easy for the three pups, but they were getting rather used to it at this point, given how often they had been doing it lately. Not that they were about to complain; saying goodbye was just an adverse side effect of coming home and seeing their pack, so they didn’t mind too much.
It had been Lukas and Damon who had brought them back to the school. Lukas had only really tagged along because he had a date with Nell… though he hadn’t really specified that, it was just obvious from the goofy expression he was wearing on his face.
“Behave,” Damon said looking to Clayton and then to Romy, giving them both a pointed look. “You too, little one,” he added, ruffling Harry’s hair.
They had returned directly to Remus’ office, having neither wanted to deal with Dumbledore, or else have to make the walk up from Hogsmeade. The professor was stood next to his desk, watching their goodbye, though Harry got the distinct impression that he was holding his tongue with the many things he wanted to say; he supposed that it probably was best the two of them talked without any of the others present.
“I’ll keep them in line,” Romy promised her uncle with a grin. “I won’t let them get into too much trouble.”
“Try keeping yourself out of trouble too, young lady,” Damon said with a pointed look, though he was smiling in amusement as well.
“I’m only ever in trouble when Clay or Harry put me there,” Romy said, smiling right back at Damon, who couldn’t help but laugh at this, mainly because he could very well believe that this was true.
“You might not want to mention that to your father,” Clay said with a crooked smile; he was half joking but he certainly didn’t think that giving Jenson that kind of ammunition was particularly wise.
“You are going to tell me what he said to you right?” Romy asked; she knew vaguely what her Dad had wanted to say to Clay, but she still wanted to know exactly what the two of them were saying to each other, at least when she knew full well it was her they had been discussing.
“Yeah, if you want to know,” Clay said with a shrug; he had no reason to keep it from her. Jenson had been the one thinking that he would be able to make demands on how Romy behaved, not him.
“We’ll leave the three of you to it then,” Damon said, seeing as Clay and Romy apparently had things to discuss. He was really proud of how much his son had grown up lately, and thought that Clay was really starting to come into his own; other people were starting to be able to see the young man that Damon always knew he would be.
“I would very much like to talk to you, at some point,” Lukas said to Remus, not wanting to miss his chance to say so. “Not now, I have somewhere to be,” he clarified, “but I would like a chance to get to know you.”
“I would like that, perhaps I can try to come back with these three sometime,” Remus suggested, and he saw that Harry was looking particularly pleased with that suggestion. “That way we can take our time to talk properly.”
“I actually have an idea on that front if you want, it’s something of a surprise though,” Harry said with a grin, thinking of everything he had planned for his mate.
“Perhaps you can explain later, it seems rather late to be discussing surprises,” Remus said with a small smile, not liking just how devious Harry looked as he mentioned this.
“Harry maybe that isn’t such a good idea,” Damon said with a stern expression.
“You worry too much,” Harry said with a grin, “we’ll see you really soon,” he added giving Damon one last hug before the two adult dominants headed back to the fireplace leaving Harry, Clay and Romy alone with Remus.
“Could I meet the two of you in the forest room in a bit?” Harry requested; he knew they weren’t going to be happy leaving him there so soon after they had returned, but there were things that he had to discuss with the professor that he thought were better done privately.
“Why?” Clayton asked suspiciously. He was looking between the Professor and Harry with narrowed eyes, wondering what the two of them could want to discuss while they were alone.
“Leave them be, Clay,” Romy said linking her hand with his and giving him a meaningful look. “We’ll go ahead and meet Harry there.”
Clayton, not the brightest of the pack, still cottoned on pretty quickly to what she was suggesting and smiled at her, before looking back at Harry for a moment. “Yeah, okay," he agreed after a moment. "No problem, we’ll meet you there.”
“Yeah, just try not to be doing anything too… icky when I get there,” Harry told them, though he was grinning as he spoke.
“Define icky,” Clayton said with a wink as Romy tried to drag him from the room to give Harry and Remus some privacy to talk.
“Anything you wouldn’t want to see me doing with the Alpha,” Harry retorted sending Clayton a rather pointed look as Romy wrenched the door open and tried to make a quick get away with her maybe boyfriend. She was really going to have to clarify whether or not that is what he was to her soon.
“So I take it there is something you want to discuss with me,” Remus said, once the two other teenagers had left the room, closing the door behind them. He gestured to the empty seat across his desk, as he took the one behind it.
He was actually rather glad that Clayton and Romy had left, he really didn’t want to know what they had been hinting at going to do either. It was not his business and he wasn’t going to be the one to tell them that that kind of fornicating was not permitted within the school or its grounds thanks to Umbridge and her many additional rules.
“Yeah, well I kind of wanted to apologise,” Harry said, as he sat down in the offered chair. “Things got… out of hand the other day,” he tried to explain. “I certainly didn’t mean for you, or anyone for that matter, to get caught up in the middle of it.”
“What’s done is done,” Remus told him, watching the teenager with curiosity. “I do appreciate your apology none the less. However, I feel I might owe you one of my own,” he said with a sigh. “That and an explanation, perhaps.”
“It really wasn’t your fault that I went to the ministry you know,” Harry told him quickly, worried that the professor was blaming the conversation they had had just before for his actions. “I was already planning on going to the Ministry, and I was already in a bad mood and I overreacted.”
“You, Harry, are a teenager,” Remus said with an amused smile, “an adult like myself should probably know to expect overreactions; they are in your nature. I should not have pushed the issue of your parents so hard but I am seriously considering a place with your pack, and did not want these matters to come back to haunt us later.”
“I know you were just trying to be honest with me,” Harry said with a nod of his head.
“I wanted you to know the truth before… well, before I seriously consider joining the pack,” Remus told him. “I suppose I miss my friends too; I loved James, much like you love Clay, and to hear him being denied his place as your father, something he literally died for… Sorry… I didn’t mean to get into this again.”
“No, it’s okay,” Harry said, though he still looked a little uncomfortable. “I suppose I hadn’t really considered how it would make you feel. I do know that he is my father, by blood at least, but I just never knew the man.”
“I think I understand,” Remus said a little sadly; it still hurt to know that Harry had no love for James, and seemed to have no interest in learning about him, at least not yet, but that Harry was accepting the truth of the matter, that was enough for now. “Now, do you want to tell me exactly what was at the Ministry that was so important?”
“Not really,” Harry said truthfully, though he had a crooked smile on his lips. “A prophecy, one that said I would be the one to destroy Voldemort; or that he would be the one to destroy me,” he added a second later.
“This is why Dumbledore wants you here,” Remus said with a sigh. He certainly didn’t like that the headmaster seemed to be using this young boy to fight his war. “I assume Dumbledore has some kind of plan that he has you working on,” he said; the headmaster was a man who always had a plan of some kind, but it was more whether or not the old man had decided to share it with Harry.
“Yeah, he does,” Harry said with nod. He was reluctant to drag Remus into it, but he was also trying to keep in mind all the lessons that Fenrir had been teaching him; the professor would help him if he asked, of that Harry was sure and so he decided to take a gamble on the truth. “Have you ever heard of Horcruxes?”
“Yes, the name is familiar, but… oh Merlin,” Remus said, his eyes wide and looking rather nauseous. “You-know-who created a Horcrux?”
“Yes and no,” Harry said, relieved that he didn’t have to explain that part to the professor. “We believe he created six of them, splitting his soul into seven pieces. It is those that Dumbledore wants my help to destroy, or at least that is what he wants my help with for now.”
“And you have no choice but to help because of the vow,” Remus said sadly, looking at Harry and wondering if the teenager knew what he had let himself in for, if he knew what hunting down Horcruxes meant for him and those that he cared about.
“Dumbledore knew what he was doing,” Harry said unhappily. “We have made some progress though, well kind of… Dumbledore has destroyed a ring, and we believe that the Voldemort that was resurrected was one of the others; but Dumbledore also found this locket. It was supposed to be another but it turned out to be a fake.”
“A fake?” Remus asked, watching on with curiosity as Harry dug into his pocket and pulled out a locket, placing it on the desk.
“I have taken to keeping it with me,” Harry explained, “sort of a reminder of what I am looking for.”
“This is…” Remus said, picking it up and looking at it closely, a frown on his face, “familiar. I am sure I have seen this before somewhere,” he told Harry. “Do you mind if hold onto this for a bit, see if I can remember where?”
“No, of course, go ahead, any help you can give me really,” Harry told him with a shrug. “There’s a letter inside it too,” he informed the professor, watching as Remus then opened the locket and carefully removed R.A.B.’s note.
“Interesting,” Remus said, his brow furrowed with thought as he read it over; he had an idea, but he wanted to check a few things first before he got Harry’s hopes up. “Leave this with me, and I will get back to you on it,” the professor told him, placing the locket safely into his desk drawer.
“Talking of things you will get back to me on…” Harry said, remembering one of their previous discussions, which they simply hadn’t had time to discuss since. “Were you about to find anything out about the people who attacked us at the full moon?”
Remus sighed; he had honestly tried but if these people were who he thought they were, then there wasn’t a lot of information available about them. “I believe they aptly call themselves Werewolf Hunters,” he explained. “They aren’t so much a group, as a selection of people with a vendetta against our kind. I don’t think you need to worry about them too much.”
“Don’t need to worry? They attacked us and tried to kidnap me and Romy!” Harry exclaimed, looking rather alarmed at the professor’s assessment of the situation.
“Okay, you’re right,” Remus conceded, “you should definitely be wary, but they are not a well organised group, and I think it is likely that these few individuals were hired for that specific occasion. Their founder was man whose family died when a werewolf attacked them, or at least that is what the records I could find indicated, but I am fairly sure they have never really managed any kind of organised attack.”
“So you don’t think they are targeting us specifically, or if they were, then you think it was a one off?” Harry questioned; he would certainly feel a lot better if that was the case, giving them just one less thing to worry about.
“I will keep looking, but at the moment, I believe they are unlikely to come after you again,” Remus said with a nod.
“I’m going to tell Fenrir either way,” Harry told him decisively. “Werewolf Hunters, threat or not, they’re still dangerous; I don’t care if they’re organised or not, we need to take them seriously.”
“You’re starting to talk like an Alpha wolf, what exactly happened while you were away these last two days?” Remus asked, looking a little surprised and impressed at the teenager's decision. He was sure that the Harry from the previous week would have decided not to worry his mate with something like this.
Harry shrugged. “Fenrir showed me a lot, I am the Alpha’s mate after all,” he pointed out. “I need to start thinking and talking like it… I can’t put myself at risk selfishly anymore.”
“I do not think the vow was selfish, Harry,” Remus told him, leaning forward on his desk to look the teenager in the eye. “In fact, the opposite, you kept your pack safe with it.”
“The Ministry was selfish,” Harry clarified. He had taken the vow to protect those he loved, and that was a decision he could stand by, but the danger he had put them in at the Ministry was unacceptable. “I could have got them killed… I shouldn’t have gone,” he said sadly, disappointed in himself.
“No, you shouldn’t,” Remus agreed, glad that Harry understood that, “but I don’t believe that that was entirely your fault either.” He was certain that Dumbledore’s meddling was written all over what had happened, and it made him distrust the man even more than he already did.
Harry nodded his head in acceptance of that. “Regardless, I should be more careful,” he added. “People depend on me now, I want to live for them. And you know that the vow protects you too… you’re a pack member or you will be,” Harry pointed out, sure that Remus hadn’t even thought of this, “I already consider you part of it.”
“That is why you included future members…” Remus said softly; he wasn’t sure if Harry had done it specifically for him, or just in the knowledge that he would care for all those that joined their pack, but either way he was touched by the thought.
“Partly,” Harry said with a smile. “I knew you would join us eventually, I just felt it… I just didn’t want Dumbledore finding a loophole, I wanted my family safe,” he said firmly.
“And in return I will help to ensure your safety,” Remus promised. He had always intended to protect Harry from the moment that he had found out he was alive, but this only reinforced his determination to do so.
“You know that if you join the pack I’ll be above you in the hierarchy,” Harry told him with a smirk. “It might be a little weird here at school, I mean you’re meant to be my teacher.”
Remus chuckled. “I am sure that we can find some middle ground,” he said, not truly worried about how they would make that work.
“So you will be a member of the pack…?” Harry asked hopefully.
“Perhaps you should tell me about this… thing you wanted to invite me to first,” Remus requested, hopeful that it would mean he would get a chance to know the rest of the pack better before he was truly one of them.
FGHP
“Yeah, he told me he was going to threaten to break every bone in your hands,” Romy said with a sigh. Clay had been telling her all about the conversation he had had with Jenson, as they slowly made their way towards the forest classroom, hand in hand.
“He actually said he would rip out my insides and wear them as a hat,” Clay pointed out. “I have to admire his creativity, though I might suggest a few other people for him to try it on rather than me; I prefer my insides… well… inside.”
“Ah, don’t worry, Clay, I will protect you from my Dad,” Romy told him with a chuckle. “He is mostly bark rather than bite; so as long as you don’t do anything stupid, like break my heart, I am sure you will be fine.”
“If I was ever to do something so stupid, then I would cut my innards out and make them into a hat for him myself,” Clay told her sternly.
“That is both the sweetest and the most disgusting thing I have ever heard, Clayton,” Romy said shaking her head.
“Oh, I am sure I can do better on both counts,” Clay told her with a grin, as they reached the door to the forest room. As he pushed open the door, he felt the wards recognise him, moving around them both to allow them inside.
“That doesn’t mean you have to try,” Romy pointed out with exasperation, already knowing that he would.
The moment that the door was shut Romy pressed herself against Clay, smiling at his startled expression, as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Standing on her tiptoes she pressed her lips to his and eagerly, Clay kissed her back.
However, he did take hold of her hands as she tried to push them under his jumper, trying to stop her from removing his clothing. “Don’t,” Clay said, his voice soft as their kiss broke.
“What, why?” Romy asked, moving back slightly and looking up at Clayton questioningly, not sure what he was protesting about. This was what he had wanted since they had met and she couldn’t understand why he was trying to stop her.
“Firstly because we don’t have nearly long enough, Harry will be back soon, and secondly I promised your Dad,” Clay explained. “Besides, you are far too precious to me for some quick fumble. I don’t ever want you to regret doing anything with me, and if we did anything more now… I just worry that you would.”
“You really mean that don’t you,” Romy said, slightly awestruck by the seriousness of Clay's words; she knew how much he wanted her and yet he was saying no, just because he was worried about her.
“Of course I do," Clay told her firmly. "When are you going to get it into your head that you are the most important thing in the world to me?”
“So, we’re… together?" Romy questioned. "Like properly together… you’re my…. boyfriend?”
“I damn well hope so, given all the kisses and cuddles,” Clay said firmly. “I might cry if you tell me we’re not and then you will have to explain to Harry what you did to reduce me to tears.”
Romy couldn’t help but chuckle at that, and went on tiptoes again to kiss the pout from her boyfriend’s face. “Well we can’t have that now, I guess you will have to be my boyfriend then,” she said.
“Glad to hear it,” Clay said as he pulled Romy close to him, holding her close to him, inhaling her scent. “I love you, Romy, so much.”
“Then why can’t we…?” Romy asked, pressing herself against his front and looking up at him pleadingly. “Believe me I won’t be telling my Dad and I’m not going to regret it… Please, Clay… I don’t want to be scared of it anymore.”
“The fact that you’re scared of it makes me certain that it isn’t time,” Clay said with certainty. “Trust me when I say that when it is time I’m going to make it amazing for you but not here, not today.”
“Clay…”
“No, I won’t hurt you, Romy," he interrupted, "not for any reason.”
“How come you get to decide when I am ready?” Romy asked him with a frown.
“I don’t, but I am just certain that you aren’t yet,” Clay told her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Trust me, you will know when you're ready, I think we both will.”
“What if I think I’m ready now?” Romy asked.
“You’re scared and I don’t want to rush this,” Clay told her. “I want to treasure this, every first I have with you… I want to remember it as amazing, not as rushed or hurried because you’re scared… You told me what they did to you, Romy, what your brother did too… you deserve so much better than that and I’m going to give it to you; but not yet.”
“Fine,” Romy said a little grumpily, cuddling into him. “Damn you for being such a good boyfriend already,” she said a bit petulantly, smiling when she heard him chuckle, and felt his arms tighten around her.
“You deserve me to be and I will always be the best I can be for you, Romy,” Clay promised, “always.” He had never really let himself believe that Romy might actually return his affection, but now that she did, he was determined to prove himself worthy of her.
“I don’t deserve you,” Romy said quietly. She still didn’t understand why Clay was so in love with her, though she had accepted that he was.
“You deserve so much more than me, Romy,” Clay said, pulling back from her enough to look her in the eyes. “Never put yourself down, you are more than I could ever hope for,” he told her seriously.
“Oh for goodness sake, could you two be anymore sappy or romantic,” Harry said, as he came into the room, and closed the door behind himself. “I swear I’ve never been that sappy with Fenrir; Damon really has rubbed off on you, Clay.”
“Ignore mini grumpy-pants,” Romy said with a grin, throwing Harry a look over her shoulder, “I like your sappy, romantic side,” she said, turning back to her boyfriend.
“Just please tell me that you two aren’t going to start groping each other in the night,” Harry said with a groan, “because we are definitely going to need a second Alpha blanket if that starts happening.”
“You can keep the Alpha blanket,” Clay said smiling, “I have the girl of my dreams, she is all I need.”

We know that a few of you have said that Harry’s punishment is very harsh, but as many of you pointed out in the past, his behaviour was very childish, spoilt and even bratty; this is due to him having been raised to get his own way and to be very independent, as Severus always believed Harry might one day have to fend for himself. However, the life with the pack works differently, and Fenrir is now using this punishment as a chance to show him that; and as you saw in this chapter, Harry is coming to understand that now. It won’t change who Harry is, but it will teach him some responsibility.

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Littlepanther – Yes, Damon had to act as something of a translator for Harry, which was very helpful because it really gave Harry a chance to get the most from the punishment. Damon is very good at dealing with Fen, thanks to many, many years of practice, as we saw at the beginning of this chapter. I bet Niko hugs are awesome, he is such a sweetie, even if he doesn’t know how to stop asking questions.
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