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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Last update before the Christmas update, which will be published on the 24^th at some point (whenever both of us can get to computers really). Thank you all for the enthusiasm we have seen over the last few updates, it has been really heart-warming.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 74 - Gnomes
“Wake up,” Harry hissed, giving Clayton a sharp poke to the ribs as his best friend groaned. “Wake up, Clayton, we have trouble to cause.”
“Time is it?” Clayton grumbled, rolling over, trying to get away from his best friend as Harry delivered another, more violent, jab to his ribs.
“Early,” Harry responded cryptically as Romy too groaned at being woken up at the crack of dawn. “Come on, Clayton, you really don’t want to miss this.”
“Miss what?” Clay asked, still sounding rather unhappy at being woken up at such an ungodly hour. He would have much preferred to remain asleep with Romy curled up on one side of him and Harry on the other. Not that Harry was allowing for much snuggling between him and Romy but he was happy just to have the two of them close to him.
“We have a prank to play,” Harry said, sounding far too happy for such an early hour. If Clay’s eyes had been open then he would have seen Harry’s Cheshire cat like grin at the prospect of playing a prank and causing a little trouble.
“What prank?” Clay grunted, doing a remarkable impression of Fenrir.
“What do you mean, what prank?” Harry asked, sounding horrified that Clay had so easily forgotten. “This was your genius idea, how could you have forgotten?”
“Whatever it is, just get up and help him,” Romy snapped, pulling the Alpha blanket around her tighter. “I want to go back to sleep and that isn’t going to happen until you get up.”
“Fine, fine,” Clay groaned, finally sitting up and stretching. He then placed a tender kiss to Romy’s temple before clambering from their bed, though as he did so he glared at Harry, who was still grinning like a mad man. Harry had really been looking forward to this prank since Clay had first suggested it and the submissive was in a good mood this morning.
“You okay here on your own while I borrow your boyfriend?” Harry asked Romy, as Clay finished getting dressed and pulled on his shoes. It was a little odd referring to Clay as such, but it made his grin want to grow even more.
“Fine,” Romy responded sleepily, clearly already half way asleep again. Clay was looking at her and the blanket she was curled up under with envy, clearly wishing that he could have joined her for a little while.
Harry, however, had other plans, grabbing hold of Clay’s hand and pulling him toward the door to their forest classroom, not unlike an excitable toddler. Clay simply allowed himself to be dragged along, the two of them still dressed only in their pyjamas. He was halfway to being amused by Harry’s behaviour now that he was out of bed and almost fully awake.
Now that his brain was functioning, or at least trying to, Clay knew exactly which prank Harry was talking about, so he wasn’t surprised when Harry led him around another corner, down a small set of stairs and through a tapestry, into a corridor lined with suits of armour. It was a prank they had been planning for a few days, and they had been storing their supplies safely inside the particular suit of armour that they now had come to stop in front of.
“Erm… how do we get them back out?” Clay asked, a thoughtful expression on his face as the two of them eyed the suit of armour. It had been easy to just lift the front bit of the helmet and drop things in, but getting them out again now was going to not be so straightforward.
“Either we take the armour apart or levitate them out,” Harry suggested with a shrug as he moved forward and started to attempt to remove the breast plate. As it happened it came away fairly easily but, given that the suit of armour was filled with gnomes, Harry promptly found himself on the floor, the breast plate on top of him and half buried underneath a small pile of gnomes, which all looked like Hagrid.
“Well that worked,” Clay said with a laugh, as he helped Harry to his feet, the submissive brushing himself off and starting to gather up the gnomes that had rolled a bit further away from them. “Do you think we have enough?” Clay asked, as he fished the last few from down the legs of the suit of armour, adding them to the pile on the floor.
“Hmm, probably,” Harry said, looking at the pile of thirty or so mini-Hagrids they had, now that Clay had retrieved the last few. “So where do you want to start sticking these then?” he asked, picking up the breast plate and fixing it back in place. It would not do for their hiding place to be discovered, in case they decided to use it again.
“Well they have to go on the banisters all the way up the Grand Staircase, of course,” Clay said, “and a few in the Great Hall probably wouldn’t go amiss.”
“Of course,” Harry said with a grin and a nod, “but first, one last touch,” Harry said, smiling as he withdrew his wand and scrawled his name on the gnomes’ bright red hats.
“Harry… isn’t it going to be pretty obvious who did this if you actually sign your name?” Clay asked, feeling very confused about why Harry would do such a thing. The whole point of getting up early and doing it before anyone else was awake was to not get caught.
“Yes, well then they will blame me and not you,” Harry pointed out firmly. “And when McGonagall or Slughorn or, most likely of all, Umbridge, tries to get me kicked out, I can just get Dumbledore to stand up for me. You on the other hand would get detention or thrown out, and given you already have detention every Friday as it is… well this is for the best.”
“Harry, I don’t like this at all,” Clay said with a scowl. “It’s supposed to be me protecting you remember. I get that you are basically an Alpha and all that, but that doesn’t mean throwing yourself under the bus. Aren’t you Slytherins supposed to be really good at taking care of yourselves?”
“Nope, we are just ambitious,” Harry pointed out, “we aim high; how we go about getting there varies a lot. Besides, what is Dumbledore going to do, throw me out of school? Yeah, that’s not likely.”
“This doesn’t mean you have to literally write your name on this,” Clay said with an exasperated sigh already knowing that there would be no arguing with Harry on this really. “Okay, come on, I don’t want to argue with you this morning, you idiot,” he said, pulling Harry into a hug. “Let’s go prank this school.”
FGHP
Two hours after Harry and Clay had begun their prank, the two of them had returned to the forest classroom to change into their school robes and walk Romy to breakfast. They had successfully executed their prank and now it was time to sit back and enjoy the aftermath.
“What have you two been up to?” Romy asked suspiciously when her two pack brothers returned to her. She had a vague memory of them leaving very early in the morning but she had been so tired and barely awake that she couldn’t remember what had been a dream and what hadn’t as she had been having a rather interesting dream that had starred a rather naked Clayton.
“Ah, you know,” Harry said smiling, “just causing some trouble.”
“When do you ever do anything else?” Romy asked sceptically as she pulled on her school shirt over her bra. It didn’t escape Romy’s notice that Clay’s eyes had not been able to go any higher than her breasts from the moment he walked in and she was partially undressed. He even continued to keep watching her when Harry threw his clothes at him, and told him to get dressed.
It had never occurred to her to be modest in front of her two pack brothers; they saw her naked often enough, so it was nothing new for any of them but now that she was dating Clay, it felt weird almost. It was a little like their relationship had granted Clay permission to look more closely and directly than he had ever done before.
“Claaaaytoooon,” Harry said, waving his hand in front of Clay’s face, clearly highly amused by his best friend’s ogling. “You realise that you’re staring at… you know, Romy’s girly bits.”
“Of course I’m staring, Romy is the most beautiful woman alive,” Clay said with a dopey smile on his face. “Sorry though, I probably shouldn’t be,” he said, as though suddenly realising what he had really been doing, starting to focus on getting himself dressed.
“You can stare if you want,” Romy said with a scarlet blush covering her cheeks, “and even… you know, touch… when Harry isn’t around, if you want to.”
“Yeah, please, none of that when I’m here,” Harry said seriously. “No offence to you two but thinking about you two getting it on does nothing for me.”
“Then maybe you can give us some privacy for a few hours,” Clay said with a wink.
“You’ll miss the reactions to the prank though,” Harry said with an exaggeratedly sad expression.
“And breakfast,” Romy pointed out, knowing that her boyfriend would be in a grump all morning if he didn’t eat anything; though she could admit that a few hours alone did sound appealing. That wouldn’t do much for their decision to keep things slow between them however.
FGHP
The moment the three werewolf pups got to more populated areas of the school Harry and Clay knew that their prank had had the desired effect. The little Hagrid like gnomes, which had Harry’s name scrawled across them, were dotted all across the school, placed there with permanent sticking charms.
They could hear the students around them talking about them, and many were gesturing in Harry’s direction, given that they knew he was involved in some way. They could see Remus sitting at the teacher’s table once they reached the Great Hall, but the older werewolf did nothing more than give Harry a rather exasperated look from where he was sat. In return Harry smiled and shrugged at his professor, grinning unrepentantly.
“Interesting choice of decorations,” Theo said, coming up behind the three pups, as they were heading over towards the Slytherin table. “But signing your name on them… honestly, Harry, that’s a bit blatant even by your standards.”
“Perhaps you can claim that it was Weasley trying to set you up,” Draco suggested, joining them as well, just as they started to take their seats.
“That’s a pretty good idea actually,” Clay said, sounding genuinely surprised. “Is worth a try,” he added, turning to Harry.
“What did they actually do?” Romy asked, having slept through the actual prank and then come there straight from their forest room.
“They put gnomes all over the school,” Theo said with a grin. Even though he had been down in the Slytherin dorms and therefore hadn’t needed to go via the Grand Staircase, he and Draco had gone to see what all the fuss was about. Of course they weren’t at all surprised to discover that Harry was behind it.
“Ones that look like Hagrid,” Draco added with an amused smirk. He was actually rather impressed with the skill that had been demonstrated with the transfiguration of the gnomes; they genuinely were fairly good likenesses of the groundskeeper.
“Stuck down with permanent sticking charms it seems,” Luna added with a dreamy smile as she joined them at the table, taking a seat next to Theo. She had tried to pick one up, thinking that they were very cute, but had been completely unable to do so.
“And Harry’s name on their hats,” Astoria told them, sounding rather disapproving, having arrived with her sister.
“And you got up at some insane hour for that?” Romy asked, looking at Harry and Clay as though they were completely mad. “And your name on them? Honestly, Harry?”
“I tried to talk him out of it,” Clay told her, “but you know how much he listens to me once he has an idea in his head.”
“You know they would have blamed this on Clay if I didn’t,” Harry protested, “and I don’t think he can afford to get into any more trouble at the moment.”
“I suppose that is true,” Romy begrudgingly admitted; she was certainly glad that her boyfriend wasn’t going to get blamed for this, but she didn’t like that Harry was, even if the headmaster would make sure the consequences weren’t too severe.
“If it makes you feel better, I would probably have preferred to stay in bed with you,” Clay whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and starting to pour her some tea.
“Even with Harry wedged between us?” Romy asked with a teasing smile.
“Even then,” Clay agreed, the two of them just smiling at each other, having eyes for no-one else around them. Harry decided to focus on serving himself a full cooked breakfast that morning; he was rather hungry, but that was probably because he had been awake for something like three hours, running around the castle.
“You two are so cute,” Astoria all but squeaked out as she helped herself to some breakfast. She had always thought that Clay was very handsome and likeable since she had first met him, and had sort of hoped that Romy would take up whatever had been going on between her and Draco, leaving Clay available, but that seemed to have petered out into nothing. Now though, seeing how Clay and Romy looked at each other, she couldn’t help but be happy for her friend.
“Astoria, control yourself,” Daphne said firmly. She honestly didn’t know why her sister couldn’t manage to behave more like the pure-blooded young lady she was raised to be.
“Why? They’re adorable!” Astoria said, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting at her big sister, who gave her a rather disparaging look, before helping herself to the food in front of them.
“Mr Prince,” a stern voice said from behind them, before Daphne could carry on bickering with her little sister. Harry didn’t need to turn around to know that it was Dumbledore; only the headmaster could sound so annoyed and so exasperated with him all at the same time.
Harry didn’t even flinch; he simply carried on helping himself to fried food, his stomach growling loudly. He wasn’t really in the mood to talk with the headmaster and certainly wasn’t going to stop sorting his breakfast to do so. If Dumbledore had something to say, then he could damn well say it.
“What?” Harry grunted, doing his best Fenrir impression, not bothering to glance up from his plate of food as he jabbed his fork into a sausage and took a large bite.
“Your additions to my school are not appreciated, I expect you to remove them by the end of the day,” the headmaster said firmly.
“Expect all you like, it isn’t going to be happening,” Harry said as he swallowed his bite of food, smirking slightly into his plate of food. He knew full well that those gnomes weren’t going to be going anywhere. “Besides, just because they have my name on doesn’t mean I did it. You shouldn’t assume things, Headmaster.”
“Have you asked Weasley about them? We all know he would love to get Harry into trouble,” Clay pointed out. “It would be pretty bad for you to punish someone innocent, after all,” he said seriously, looking up at Dumbledore with the most innocent smile he could muster.
“That’s a really good idea,” Romy said, smiling sweetly at the headmaster, “I mean, can you prove that it was Harry?”
“I never saw him leave the dormitory and I was up early to finish my Charms homework,” Theo added, none of it a lie; he had had to wake up early and finish his homework as he hadn’t been bothered to do it the night before. He also wasn’t lying in regards to seeing Harry leave considering the fact that Harry hadn’t been in the Slytherin dormitory in the first place.
“And he didn’t leave my side all morning,” Clay added, catching onto what Theo was doing in telling half-truths. “I think you might have to accept Harry’s innocence after all, headmaster, but I wish you the best of luck in looking for the true culprit.”
Harry finally glanced up from his breakfast and watched in amusement as Dumbledore tensed, a vein throbbing in his temple as he struggled to work out what to say and how to dispute what he was being told. It took a lot of effort on Harry’s part not to burst into uncontrollable laughter as Dumbledore turned on his heel and walked away.
“I can’t believe you just got away with that!” Astoria said in a hushed whisper as they all watched the headmaster leave. Harry risked a small glance over to the teacher’s table and saw Remus smiling into his mug; they caught each other’s eye and quickly had to look away to stop themselves laughing.
The group of Slytherins were, therefore, in a generally good mood as they all dug into their breakfasts. There wasn’t a lot of conversation going on, but it was a comfortable quiet among them. Plus it was a Friday, which meant they had just four more lessons to survive before the weekend.
The pups also had the added happiness that they would be going home for the day on Saturday. They had managed to get the headmaster to agree on the fact that it was a special birthday and he was clearly trying to keep the peace between them all right now. Harry was jubilant as he devoured his breakfast, barely tasting the food at all as he shovelled it in.
However, the good moods of him and everyone around him were very quickly shattered when a girlish clearing of a throat alerted them to the presence of Umbridge. None of them were best pleased with the fact that she was interrupting their breakfast.
“Can I help you?” Harry asked, very slowly turning to look at the woman, glaring at Umbridge with impatience and annoyance.
“Detention, Mr Prince,” Umbridge said in sickly sweet voice that even sounded pink, or at least what Harry would imagine pink to sound like if colours had sounds.
“Um, why?” Harry asked, placing a hand on Clay’s shoulder when it seemed that he was about to stand up and protest this. Clay knew better than any of them what detention with this odious woman meant and he didn’t want Harry to have to suffer that.
“I don’t believe I need to explain myself to you, Prince,” Umbridge said primly, still trying her very best not to lose her patience with the young werewolves.
“I think you do if you want me to attend this detention,” Harry said, remaining very calm, his eyes narrowed hatefully towards the toad-like woman in front of him.
“Silly schoolboy pranks will not be tolerated, you will attend detention with me this evening,” Umbridge said shrilly. “I’m sure that your friend can tell you where to go.”
“Sorry, can’t, I have Quidditch practice tonight,” Harry said with a shrug, “but maybe we can go out for drinks on Sunday, I have a couple hours, my treat; I’ll take you to the Hogs Head, the bedrooms there are absolutely divine.”
“Tonight, Mr Prince,” Umbridge said a little more firmly, not appreciating being hit on by a student, a werewolf no less.
“You know Dumbledore already cleared Harry of doing this, you can’t just give him detention for something he didn’t do!” Romy said indignantly, absolutely infuriated that Harry was going to have to suffer through detention with this woman, especially considering the methods she used during them.
“Perhaps you’d like to join him then, Miss Howard,” Umbridge suggested, turning her gaze on to Romy. Clayton, who was sat beside her, had tensed at the suggestion of this and if it hadn’t have been for Romy holding on rather tightly to his hand then Umbridge might not have lived to see lunch time.
“Romy, it’s fine, I’ll go, what’s the old broad going to do? She can’t hurt me,” he added with a small grin to his friends, who all knew very well that Harry didn’t feel pain.
“We shall see, Mr Prince, we shall see,” Umbridge said, her tone going back to being extra sickly sweet, a smile gracing her overly pink lips before she turned and left them to it.
“Are you really going to go tonight?” Theo asked, frowned pensively after the nasty witch, who was walking away from them. He had thought, in fact, they had all rather thought, that once the headmaster had decided not to punish Harry, it would be a done deal. Trust Umbridge to burst that bubble.
“I don’t see how I have a choice really,” Harry said as he got up, the others following suit. None of them really had much of an appetite anymore.
Daphne tried to insist that Astoria sit back down and finish her breakfast, but Astoria just shrugged her off and joined the others. Daphne gave a huffy breath, as she pushed her plate away and hurried to catch up with them; she knew they would likely end up in some kind of dangerous trouble if she let them out of her sight for too long.
“You know what she’s going to do,” Clay pointed out to his pack brother, through gritted teeth. He hated even the thought of it, it felt wrong to his very core to let anyone hurt his best friend, his Alpha’s mate.
“She can’t hurt me,” Harry reminded him a little smugly. He wasn’t really at all worried about his upcoming detention, knowing what was likely to happen.
“Yes, she can,” Romy said with exasperation. She honestly was worried that Harry’s ego and self-assured nature were going to be his undoing one day. “Just because you can’t feel it, doesn’t mean that she can’t hurt you,” she told him, genuine concern in her voice. In some ways Harry’s inability to feel pain made him more vulnerable, because his body wouldn’t know when he was seriously injured, when he needed help.
“Look, she’s been torturing Clay for information on me since we got to this school; it’s high time I confronted her myself,” Harry told her firmly. “Then maybe she’ll leave us all alone.” He knew that was likely wishful thinking, but he was done letting others suffer for him, his punishment had made him want to be the Alpha’s mate he was meant to be.
“You’d be so lucky,” Theo said with a tone of disbelief. It was going to take a little more than Harry talking to Umbridge to make her back off.
“Harry, can I have a word a second,” Draco said, knowing that he wanted to speak with his friend regarding the letter he had received from his father the evening before. He and Harry had to be honest with each other if they were all going to get out of this alive.
“Sure, what’s up?” Harry said, picking up on the slight waver in Draco’s voice that made him think that his friend was a little worried about something. Clay and Romy both gave Harry a nod, and Theo apparently got the message, because they led the others a little bit ahead of them; Luna even linked her arm with Theo’s, causing him to look at her in confusion.
“I’ve been summoned home this weekend,” Draco said quietly, once the others were a few paces ahead of them, not wanting to be overheard. His heart had sunk the moment he had read the letter, knowing he would be expected to explain his presence in the Ministry. It wasn’t going to be easily done, but he at least had the excuse that the Dark Lord had instructed him to get close to Harry.
“Home, as in…?” Harry asked, fairly sure that he knew exactly what Draco meant by that, but needing confirmation. Draco’s serious tone only added to his certainty that it really was exactly what he thought.
“Yes, to see him,” Draco told him with a nod. He was definitely nervous, and not looking forward to seeing either Voldemort or his father; however, he was hopeful that he would get time to see both his mother and Brax.
“I guess we should discuss what you’re going to tell him,” Harry said with a sigh, thinking that his day of pranks and fun was rapidly turning far too serious.
“I thought you would try and stop me from going,” Draco said, frowning slightly as he looked at Harry. He wasn’t sure what Harry would say when confronted with the news that he would be going to see the Dark Lord but he knew it was important to tell Harry what was going on, all things considered. The last thing Draco wanted was for Harry not to trust him or to think that he was going home to spill all of his deepest, darkest secrets to Voldemort and his deatheaters.
“Your family is there, Draco,” Harry pointed out. “I know better than to even try.” He knew how he would react if someone had told him he couldn’t see his family, and he already got to see them far more often than Draco got to see his, who had the added danger of living in the same house as Voldemort himself.
“Thank you,” Draco said, with a nod, glad that he wasn’t going to have to explain himself to Harry. Now they just had to work out what he actually was going to say, because Voldemort and his father were going to have questions and want proof of his loyalty.
“How much is he going to demand of you?” Harry asked calmly.
“Probably everything that I know,” Draco told him truthfully. He wasn’t exactly sure that even that would be considered enough to prove his loyalty to them, but he had no idea what else they might expect him to do.
“Then tell him everything that you know,” Harry said with a shrug. It seemed fairly straight forward to him, if that was what it was going to take for Draco to return to Hogwarts safely. They had known that this was likely to happen from soon after they had first met, so this wasn’t a complete surprise.
“But…” Draco protested. He was on Harry’s side in this; he wanted to see Voldemort defeated and so handing him over information so easily seemed completely wrong somehow, even if it was with Harry’s full permission.
“What do you know about me that would give Voldemort any leverage over me?” Harry asked, trying to think if there was actually much that Voldemort didn’t know about him already anyway; nothing much came to mind, certainly nothing of great value.
“Good point, not a lot,” Draco said with a sigh, feeling quite relieved about that in truth. At least all he had to worry about now was actually getting out of Malfoy Manor alive.
“You think I didn’t do that on purpose?” Harry asked with a wry smile. He hated that he had to be that way with his friends, but it was for their safety as much as his. “I’m sorry, Draco. You’re like a brother to me, I count you as my family but until Voldemort is gone…”
“It’s okay, Harry,” Draco said earnestly, not liking the sad expression on his friend’s face. “I understand,” he told him, reaching out and putting a hand on Harry’s arm, “the fact that we’re friends and you trust me, I think that that will be enough to ensure he doesn’t kill me or my family.” At least he hoped that would be true.
“I could come with you,” Harry offered, already knowing that Draco would turn down such an offer. It would be foolish, of course, but he would do it if it was what it took to keep Draco alive.
“You won’t stop me going but you’d offer to come with me?” Draco asked with disbelief. “You really are insane!” he declared with exasperation, and shaking his head. Sometimes Harry still managed to surprise him, and at moments like this Draco honestly believed that Harry should have been sorted into Gryffindor, with his foolhardiness.
“What’s the fun of being sane?” Harry asked, breaking into a grin. He had always thought that sanity was over-rated, a point of view that he and his Dad had never been able to agree on. Harry had always believed it was something he had got from his mother, but now he couldn’t help but wonder if it was from his biological father; perhaps he would ask Remus one day.
“You get to live longer?” Draco suggested, chuckling at his friend’s suddenly improved mood.
“What’s the point in that if the people around you aren’t safe?” Harry said a little more seriously. Sure, he wanted to live, a very long and full life if at all possible, but not at the cost of those he loved.
“I can’t argue with that,” Draco said. A year ago he might have, but now, since Brax’s birth, he truly understood. He supposed he would always have tried to protect his mother, but now he would Avada Kedavra himself, before he let anything happen to his baby brother.
“Then don’t try,” Harry said with a grin, throwing an arm over Draco’s shoulder. It was a little awkward with how much taller the blond was, but Draco just went with it. “Just embrace the insanity and enjoy the ride.”
FGHP
Damon was sat watching the pack around him. Lukas had gone off to work again, as had Jenson, though it had taken quite a bit to talk to latter into going anywhere; the Beta was extremely worried about leaving Callie even in the capable hands of her brother. Damon looked over to where his sister was fast asleep, despite it being the middle of the day.
“You worry too much,” Micha said, leaning over Damon’s shoulder and pressing a kiss to the corner of Damon’s lips. The dominant turned to look up at his mate. “Look at these frown lines,” Micha said with teasing exasperation, pressing kisses to Damon’s face, as though trying to kiss them away.
“Fenrir is sulking,” Damon told him. “He needs to forgive Harry, but he is scared. And when Fenrir gets scared, he gets angry with everything and everyone around him.”
“Well at least he has enough sense not to start yelling at Jaylon,” Micha pointed out, taking a seat next to his mate, the two of them looking over to where Jaylon was tucked into Tessie’s side, watching Niko. The ten year old seemed to be telling them a story, with great enthusiasm, his arms waving all over the place.
“Perhaps I should talk to him,” Damon said with a sigh, not looking forward to that at all, but knowing that they to do something.
“Jaylon?” Micha asked, confused about what his mate would have to discuss with the other submissive. Jaylon was still very nervous around the dominants of the pack, and they had settled the issue of his attempt to run away; Micha was convinced that Jaylon was far too scared to try that again.
“No, I meant Fenrir,” Damon said gesturing off towards where the Alpha had just come back into the clearing having spent most of the day off in the woodland. The Alpha was spending a lot of his time on his own lately, since the pups had gone back to school again.
“Good luck,” Micha said, stealing another kiss from his mate as he got to his feet, heading over towards Jaylon, Tessie and Niko. “Where’ve you been today?” Micha asked the Alpha, as they crossed paths.
“Platforms,” Fenrir grunted, not stopping as he continued to make his way towards the fire in the middle of the clearing.
“Oooh,” Micha said with a laugh, turning and walking backwards, before calling out, “is that what they are calling it now?”
Fenrir looked over his shoulder and growled in annoyance, watching as Micha very wisely hurried off towards where the two other submissives were trying to get the youngest member of their pack to talk a little more slowly and calmly.
“Fenrir, can we talk?” Damon asked, having approached the Alpha, while the larger man was looking the other way. “I’m worried about you,” he explained, when Fenrir just looked confused.
“Don’t be,” Fenrir grunted, moving passed his friend and continuing towards the middle of the clearing. His head was still full of all he had learned, all that Harry had confessed to; he was so angry with his little mate, and with the headmaster for putting Harry in such a situation. He just wanted to bring his pack members home and for the world to leave them alone, but the stupid meddling wizards always fucked it all up. He hated them all and he didn’t want to take out this hatred on his pack members so wisely he had stayed away.
“I really think you need to forgive Harry,” Damon said, determined to talk about this, and not at all surprised that Fenrir was reluctant to do so.
“No,” Fenrir snapped, angrily, trying to ignore Damon. He didn’t want to think about this and he wasn’t ready to forgive his mate for taking that vow.
“And you need to forgive yourself,” Damon added, knowing that the Alpha would be mentally berating himself for not having better protected Harry.
“I shouldn’t have let him go to that fucking school,” Fenrir snarled under his breath, as he dropped down heavily onto one of the log benches and stared into the fire. He knew it was too late to bring Harry home and keep him there now, but he regretted not having done so from the beginning, now that he knew it might cost him everything he had worked so hard to get.
“Fenrir…” Damon said, sadness in his voice, hating that his friend was in such pain; even if the Alpha didn’t know how to express it, he could see it clear as day. “It wasn’t your fault what happened to Alexis...” he said quietly, knowing that he was treading on dangerous ground.
“Harry isn’t going to die!” Fenrir bellowed, getting back to his feet and towering over the smaller dominant, this particular subject of conversation not one that he was willing to even think about let alone discuss. He hadn’t thought about Alexis in years; the small reminder of what had happened to her, what could still happen to Harry, was enough to make his blood boil.
“Of course he isn’t, we will do everything we can to protect him,” Damon told him firmly. He had seen Fenrir when he got like this before, this was how he dealt with his fear, by trying to make himself feel strong. “But what has happened with Harry isn’t your fault either. You are a good Alpha and a good mate to Harry. He loves…”
Damon, however, never got a chance to finish his sentence before Fenrir punched him in the face with a roar, sending him tumbling to the ground. The Alpha roared again, his anger bubbling over. He could see Micha rushing over towards them and, even through the fog of his fury, knew he had to leave before he hurt one of the submissives or pups. Ignoring Micha’s angry sounds of his name, Fenrir turned and stormed off into the woodland once more.
FGHP
“And I had such high hopes for today,” Harry said with a sigh, as he flopped down onto the grass covering the floor of their forest room and stared up at the false sky above them.
“It wasn’t that bad,” Romy said with a chuckle, lying down next to him. Clay had gone to the kitchens to fetch them dinner, as the three of them wanted to spend a little time alone together given that both Harry and Clay had detentions to go to later that evening; besides, Harry really didn’t want to see Dumbledore, and both he and Romy were a little worried that if Clay caught sight of Umbridge then he might just kill her.
“Well they gave us enough homework to keep us going until next Christmas,” Harry said with a pout. Of course he knew all the material, but it would still take him a while to work through it all and make sure that Clay vaguely understood it too. “I miss Fenrir,” he said quietly. “Maybe I could just ask Remus to take me home quickly after my detention, talk to him, try and figure things out with him.”
“We’re going home tomorrow, Harry, you’ll see him then,” Romy tried to reason, thinking that he needed a distraction before he did something rash, like skipping his detention and going home early. Romy wouldn’t have put it past him to do this either.
“I know but…” Harry began, not really knowing how to put his thoughts into words without sounding utterly pathetic and heartbroken.
“But what?” Romy coaxed gently, knowing that Harry needed to be able to express how he felt in his own time.
“I want to make sure he doesn’t hate me,” Harry said with a sigh, knowing that he sounded like a needy child at this point. Since being home and being denied affection it had been playing on Harry’s mind a lot that he and Fenrir might not be able to move past this bump in their relationship. It terrified Harry to think of what his life would be without his mate.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Romy said with a sigh, shuffling closer to Harry and cuddling into his side. “He loves you very much, no matter how much of an idiot you are. We all do.”
“I don’t know why he puts up with me to be honest,” Harry said sadly. He had caused Fenrir a lot of trouble, and it might all be for nothing anyway if this war killed him in the end.
“Well at least you didn’t snog your boyfriend’s brother,” Romy said, not wanting to let Harry’s thoughts go too far down that path. She understood why Fenrir was so angry and hurt, but she was also certain that the Alpha would forgive Harry, it would just take some time.
“I don’t think Fenrir has a…” Harry started to say, but stopped as his brain kicked in and he turned to look at Romy with wide eyes. “You snogged Draco?” he asked, not sure whether to take her seriously or not. “Seriously?”
“Well it was before me and Clay were together,” Romy said, wanting it to make it very clear that she hadn’t cheated on Clay; she hadn’t been with him long, but she loved him and wouldn’t do that to him.
“When? Or perhaps more importantly, why?” Harry asked, sitting up.
Romy smiled, glad that the distraction had worked so effectively and sat up, twisting so that she and Harry were sat facing each other. “Valentine’s Day, and I was curious,” she told him with a shrug. “We both agreed that it wasn’t right, though,” she explained, wanting to be very clear on that.
“So it was… bad?” he asked. He knew full well that Romy and Draco had had something going on between them, even if it was just a bit of a crush, since they had first come to the school and he wondered now if it had anything to do with Romy changing her mind about Clay.
“Not bad exactly, just… weird, kind of awkward,” Romy told him, “but it was pretty clear that nothing would ever actually happen between us after that.”
“And so you just hooked up with Clay instead?” Harry asked with an annoyed scowl on his face and his hands clenched into fists. Clay was his best friend, and head over heels in love with Romy and now it just sounded like she had decided against Draco and therefore accepted the other obvious option available.
“What, no, it wasn’t like that. I mean, the kiss made me sort of rethink things with Clay, but I am with him because I really want to be,” Romy said, reaching out and prying one of Harry’s fists open enough that she could hold his hand without losing the circulation in her fingers. “I promise,” she added, when Harry continued to look sceptical.
“Okay,” Harry said. He did believe her, but he hated to think how Clay would feel about this if he knew that Draco and Romy had kissed, no matter how innocent or insignificant it was to them. It was probably best for all involved if it remained a secret, even if Harry didn’t like the idea of deceiving Clay. “I assume there are no plans to inform your boyfriend about this?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.
Harry could only imagine what Clay might do to his newly discovered brother if he ever found out about what Draco and Romy had done. It would not end well for Draco that was for sure. Not to mention that Harry thought it might give Clay unnecessary insecurities about his relationship with Romy.
Romy gave a nervous laugh. “I was kind of thinking that what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him,” she explained, looking guilty. “Things are tense enough between Draco and Clay without me adding to their troubles.”
Harry nodded his agreement to that. “I can’t believe that neither you or Draco told me about this before,” he said, shaking his head in amusement, but Romy just grinned unrepentantly.
“I’m pretty sure that he didn’t want it to become public knowledge,” she said with a small smile. “I don’t regret it though, it brought me to Clay, it made me realise that what I have with him… well… I won’t go into details.”
“Yeah, please don’t, I might throw up,” Harry said giving her a playful nudge, both of them ending up rolling around on the forest floor in fits of laughter, which was how Clay found them five minutes later when he returned with dinner for them all.
FGHP
The sun was setting on the clearing by the time that the Alpha returned, but even in the low light levels Damon could see how thoroughly his best friend was soaked in blood. Fenrir was walking normally though, so Damon was confident in assuming that none of it was the Alpha’s, but it was clear that whoever it did belong to would not have survived.
“Feel better?” Damon asked as his best friend approached the fire where most of the pack were sat. The bruising on his face from where Fenrir had hit him had been mostly healed, but Micha hadn’t left his side since the Alpha had stormed off.
“Yes,” Fenrir stated bluntly, as he carefully placed his jacket onto one of the log benches. He had taken great care to see that it remained free of blood; he wouldn’t tarnish the precious gift his mate had given him, not with the blood of those disgusting strays.
Damon nodded, glad that the Alpha had found a way to let off his anger; Micha, however, was looking far less satisfied as he got to his feet, moving around his mate to glare angrily at Fenrir. The Alpha just looked at the submissive with confusion as Micha shoved him hard.
“Bully!” Micha declared, suddenly swinging his fist up, punching Fenrir’s jaw. He was so angry that the Alpha had hit Damon, particularly given that his mate had just been trying to help Fenrir. “Okay, that really hurt,” Micha said as he cradled his fist to him. Fenrir just looked completely un-phased by what had just happened.
“Let me see,” Callie said with a sigh, getting up from where she had been sitting beside Jenson and going to examine Micha’s hand. “I don’t think it’s broken, it’ll be swollen for a little while though.”
“Idiot,” Damon said affectionately, kissing his submissive on the top of the head.
“Going to wash,” Fenrir grunted, not wanting to put up with the cute couples all around him when his mate was so far away and still being punished. He was covered head to toe in blood, not just one person’s either. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to remove a lot of it from beneath his nails, not after he had put his fist through another man’s stomach.
They had deserved it, every one of them that he had killed had deserved death, the strays were a threat that he could not tolerate and now there were three less of them. He hadn’t gone out with the intention of hunting them down but when the opportunity had presented itself he had been unable to resist. There was only so much frustration he could vent while hitting and uprooting trees.
“My Alpha,” Jenson interrupted before Fenrir could get very far, he took the Alpha’s grunt as permission to continue. “Whose blood is it?”
“Strays,” Fenrir said.
“Aiden?” Tessie asked, a little fearful for her cousin.
“No,” Fenrir replied before continuing to walk off towards the stream and this time none of them called him back or tried to stop him as he went.
FGHP
Harry watched a little mournfully as Draco and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team headed out of the castle, heading down to the pitch for their weekly practice. He would definitely have rather been going with them, than facing his detention with Umbridge; he had heard enough from Clay about her methods now that he knew it was likely going to be bad, but that didn’t change anything.
He had been in two minds about going to Dumbledore about it; after all, the headmaster had cleared him of the crime… kind of. However, going to the meddling old man meant asking for help and Harry’s pride was not about to let him do that so he was going to go and face Umbridge with his head held high.
He was choosing to focus on the fact that he would be going home tomorrow, and he was determined not to let Umbridge ruin the happy feeling that thought gave him. He would face his punishment, protect his family and then go home and enjoy some time with his mate. If his mate still wanted him, but again that was something he would find out tomorrow.
First though, he had to get through this evening, and with that thought in mind he turned and headed in the direction of Umbridge’s office. Clay had already, begrudgingly left for his detention with McGonagall. Neither of them were best pleased that Romy would be spending the majority of the evening without them; however, they had left her in the Slytherin common room with Astoria and Daphne and she had promised not to go anywhere other than the bathroom until they got back.
He cared very little for the fact that he was already ten minutes late, Umbridge could wait; and when he did reach her office, he strolled in much like he had always done whenever Dumbledore tried to summon him.
“You’re late, Mr Prince,” Umbridge said with obvious annoyance, her lips pinched into a line when she looked up from her desk to peer at him. It was odd to see her without her two bodyguards flanking her; it seemed that for this evening she wanted it to be just the two of them.
“And your point is?” Harry asked, as he dropped himself into the chair across the desk from where Umbridge was sat. He already knew that she was going to likely try to torture him, so he felt no fear in provoking her, knowing this would likely just get all over quicker anyway; not to mention that there was nothing that they woman could do to make him feel pain.
“I don’t appreciate tardiness,” she replied sharply, her eyes narrowing at the rudeness of the boy sat across from her. Clearly he just didn’t know what she was capable of and she didn’t mind showing him. She prided herself on the fact that she wasn’t like any of the other teachers in the horrid school.
“What do you appreciate? Might be a shorter list,” Harry responded a little cheekily, lounging back in his chair, coming across as rather carefree. Appearances were deceptive however, because he hadn’t let his guard down, he would never risk it with this odious woman.
“Truthfulness, Mr Prince,” Umbridge said with a sickly sweet grin. She had been only too pleased to have been handed an excuse to give Harry detention that morning, given she had been making so little progress with Clayton Danes. “It is something I appreciate very much indeed.”
“Ah so you want to ask me questions,” Harry said with an exaggerated show of dawning understanding. He was, of course, not at all surprised to hear that Umbridge intended to conduct some degree of interrogation; not that it would do her any good, he thought smugly. “Couldn’t get what you wanted out of Clay so you thought you’d give me a try.”
“You have information I want,” Umbridge told him, her smile taking on an even more sinister edge. She wasn’t even going to acknowledge Harry’s dig about the Danes boy; it made no difference to her what these disgusting half-breeds thought.
“Oh wonderful,” Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “You realise I’m not telling you anything, right?” It wouldn’t matter what she did to him, he wouldn’t tell her anything; he had the upper hand here.
“We shall see,” Umbridge said smugly, placing a quill on her desk in front of where Harry was sitting. She despised being close to such a creature, however she wanted to watch the pain she inflicted and to see his reaction as the quill cut into his flesh. She did so enjoying watching lesser beings suffer.
“Do your worst you old hag, you’ll get nothing from me,” Harry said picking up the quill, glaring at the horribly pink woman. “What exactly do you want me to write?”
“I will learn some respect,” Umbridge told him decisively.
“Will you? That makes a change,” Harry said cheekily.
“No, Mr Prince, that is what you will write,” Umbridge returned, starting to get annoyed with the teenager already.
“Fine,” Harry said in a huff. “Give me some parchment then, because I’m not using mine.”
Umbridge frowned at that, but pulled some out from her desk nonetheless, sliding it across the surface until it was in front of the teenager. “Begin,” she instructed impatiently.
“You really just want me to sit here and write lines?” Harry asked, as he picked up the quill. “I thought I had information you wanted,” he reminded her. He was actually rather hopefully that they could skip the pretence of a real detention and go straight to whatever it was that Umbridge had really brought him for.
“In time,” she said sweetly, wanting to watch Harry suffer first. Sighing, Harry put the quill to parchment and wrote his first line before he paused and watched as the words he had just written appeared on the back of his hand. “Oh cool, look at that, it’s awesome… this could be a really handy way to remember stuff.”
As quickly as they had appeared the words vanished. Umbridge was looking at him with wide, horrified eyes. She was confused as to how it hadn’t hurt him at all, how the werewolf was still smiling.
“Mr Prince…” Umbridge said, at a loss of what to do.
“Shall I keep going or do you want to ask me those questions now?” Harry asked, looking at Umbridge questioningly.
“You will learn some respect, Mr Prince,” Umbridge hissed, losing the sickly sweet tone. Harry was feeling rather smug about this, knowing that he was already getting under her skin.
“I respect those who deserve it,” Harry said as he wrote out his line again, watching in fascination as the words were carved into his skin only to fade a moment later, leaving faint, slightly pink lines on the back of his hand.
“Like the pack leader,” Umbridge said, thinking that talking answers from Harry would be easier than demanding them from him. Demanding anything from this particularly stubborn teenager seemed to get nowhere. Umbridge was not aware of all the details surrounding this boy, she had simply been told by the Minister for Magic to find out what she could. So far she had failed miserably, the Danes boy being very resilient to her methods, she was hoping that by going to the source she would get what she wanted.
“My Alpha has earned my respect a hundred times over,” Harry said very matter-of-factly as he wrote his line for the third time. There was no pain from it, it simply happened and each time he watched with a morbid fascination as his own skin was cut into.
“And what do you know of the infamous werewolf, Fenrir Greyback? Surely your kind talk to one another, I’m sure you know him,” Umbridge said and Harry could have laughed, clearly she had no clue whose pack he was in, only that he belonged to one.
“The world renowned child killer?” Harry asked, thinking that he could have some fun with this. Umbridge nodded in confirmation, thinking that she was finally getting somewhere with the teen. “I know him, he’s my boyfriend, we cuddle all the time and trust me when I tell you he’s amazing in bed.”
“I told you, Mr Prince, that I appreciated the truth,” Umbridge said, truly fed up with the insolent werewolf. She removed her wand from her fuchsia robes, clutching it in her hand, tensed and ready to use it.
“Alright then, the truth is, he’s amazing at giving cuddles, which I think is a combination of his huge muscular arms and the warmth his body radiates when he holds me close. Oh and there is this thing he does with his tongue…” However, Harry never got to finish what he was saying before he was hit with the cruciatus curse. She was horrified when Harry did not fall to the ground, writhing in pain and instead only laughed at her.
Umbridge didn’t know what to say or do; she couldn’t fathom why it wasn’t working. She tried the curse again, but this just made Harry laugh even more as she slammed her hands down on her desk in barely restrained anger. She wanted to know more about Harry for Cornelius, she wanted to know what Dumbledore needed the boy for and also where Greyback was. She had hoped to achieve so much, however, if she had no means of harming the boy, she had no idea how she was going to get any of the information she so desperately wanted.
“Fifty lines of ‘I must learn some respect,’” Umbridge said shrilly, her anger almost bubbling over, frustrated with the fact that it looked like she wouldn’t be getting the information she needed from Harry.
The submissive smiled sweetly at the overly pink witch and just got on with it, writing out the lines that had been demanded of him feeling overly smug with himself for getting one up on her. He could see her anger and frustration and took great pleasure in it, the quill still carving the words into his hand as he wrote.
FGHP
With Fenrir in a foul mood, Jenson and Lukas had taken refuge at the cave for a couple hours, restocking and hiding things for the next day. No one had questioned their absence, they were both still meant to be at work after all.
“Spit it out,” Jenson suddenly said, causing Lukas to look round at him in confusion.
“Spit what out exactly?” Lukas asked; he had been a little preoccupied that was true, he had been thinking about Nell and how serious their relationship had become in such a short space of time. He was sure that she was his soulmate; in fact there was no doubt in his mind about that. He had thought that he had been more subtle about it though.
“Whatever it is that is on your mind,” Jenson said a little tiredly. “I can see that there is something you’re not telling us, you’ve been vague for a few weeks now; what’s up?” Jenson knew that Lukas had been seeing someone and he was keen for the other dominant to confide in him. The sooner Lukas decided to trust them all with this information the better.
“Oh, um … well…” Lukas began, not really sure if he was ready to tell everyone yet; he knew that Harry knew, having caught him and Nell in the act, and he had told Fenrir personally, but he still felt confident that most of the pack had no idea.
“Lukas…” Jenson prompted. “You don’t have to tell me but if this is bothering you then you need to talk to someone.”
“I’ve been seeing someone,” Lukas suddenly blurted out, as if getting it out fast was something he had to do, otherwise he might lose his nerve. “A girl,” he clarified.
“Is that it?” Jenson asked with a laugh. “I thought there would be more to it than that, the way you’ve been acting we’d all pretty much figured out that you were seeing someone.”
“That obvious was I?” Lukas asked, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that everyone seemed to know without being told, simply by the way he had been acting. In truth he hadn’t thought that he had been acting any different, but clearly he had been wrong.
“Look around the pack next time you have the chance,” Jenson said with a fond smile, “most of them are idiots in love, hell, even I’m an idiot in love. It is nothing to be ashamed about.”
“Well at least I’m not the only one,” Lukas said with slight amusement in his tone. He was glad that his behaviour had only been noticeable when in a comparison to the other members of their rag tag group.
“What is she like?” Jenson asked, curious about the girl whom had stolen Lukas’ heart so aptly. It was nice to see a softer side to the serious young man; it had always been a worry to Jenson that Lukas was so serious for one so young. He was glad that finally he had found a reason to relax a little.
“Perfect,” Lukas said with a goofy grin on his face, “she has the most amazing red hair… and she makes me laugh all the time; she has such a vivacious personality. I’ve never met anyone like her. She even loves tea, she has all the different brews…”
Jenson chuckled. “Let me stop you there,” he said, “It sounds like you’ve found your perfect match. When do we get to meet her?”
“Oh, well, she’s a muggle…” Lukas said with a frown. “I’m not sure that that is going to happen, I mean… I’d love to bring her here to meet everyone… I’m just not sure that Fenrir would agree.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure he would be okay with that,” Jenson agreed with a frown. He had been thrilled that Lukas had found someone to be with but he wasn’t sure that a muggle was exactly the best choice. “Does she know what you are?”
“She knows I’m not exactly normal but being a wizard and a werewolf is a lot for anyone to digest,” Lukas admitted, thinking that Nell had taken everything remarkably well so far and he hadn’t wanted to push his luck where that was concerned.
“How did she cope with the knotting?” Jenson asked curiously, before realising how personal a question it was. “Sorry… that was out of line.”
“No, it’s fine, truthfully I was worried about that too but she never mentioned it… She’s only nineteen and fairly innocent when it comes to things like that,” Lukas said, blushing a little. He wasn’t used to discussing his private life in this way but it did feel like a weight had been lifted from him.
“How serious are you about her?” Jenson asked, curious about how far the relationship had gone. It was not what he had suspected from Lukas; it was a huge risk for them to date muggles and he was worried that it wasn’t going to end well.
“I’ve met her parents, I’m determined to marry her one day, I would say that it is very serious,” Lukas informed him and Jenson nodded his head.
“I think that we should get to meet this woman then,” Jenson said kindly, knowing that it wasn’t going to go down well with Fenrir, especially not with the mood that he was in. “Perhaps wait until Harry is back until you broach the subject with the Alpha.”
“Yes,” Lukas agreed, thinking that now was not the time to be talking to Fenrir about anything. “Perhaps after his birthday, he should be in a better mood after that.”
FGHP
Clay had returned from his detention first, finding Romy in Slytherin common room where she had promised to be. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close and breathing in her scent as she leaned against him. Having detention with McGonagall was never as bad as the ones with Umbridge and it hadn’t actually been too terrible, but it was still not the way he would have wanted to spend his evening, and he felt a lot better now that he had Romy back in his arms.
“No Harry yet?” he asked, looking around the room, as he loosened his hold on his girlfriend. The others were still at their Quidditch practice so the common room was fairly quiet and he could easily see that his best friend wasn’t there.
“Not yet,” Romy told him, leading him over towards where she had been sat with Astoria and Daphne. “Don’t think we need to worry though, I am sure he will be back before long.”
Clay didn’t look pleased but nodded his agreement; he knew better than most what Umbridge detentions could be like and didn’t want Harry there a second longer than he needed to be.
“Stop worrying,” Romy said firmly, as she practically pushed Clayton into one of the armchairs close to the fireplace, before climbing onto his lap and cuddling up against him. Clay sighed, and wrapped his arms around her, as the two of them settled in to wait for their pack brother.
By the time Harry finally appeared, about twenty minutes later, Astoria and Daphne had both headed off to bed, leaving the two werewolves to have some time alone together. He came in and flopped down on the sofa just across from his pack siblings, looking a little tired, though jubilant for it. Instantly Romy and Clay were on their feet and coming to inspect their Alpha’s mate, Romy promptly checking his hand.
“Fenrir won’t like this,” she said with a frown, seeing the words scrawled into the back of Harry’s hand.
“Can you heal it?” Harry asked her, not wanting for their day at home to be ruined by Fenrir getting angry that he had been injured. “I just really don’t want him to worry and it’s not like it actually hurt me…”
“I think I can,” Romy said with a sigh, cutting Harry off, before he could work himself into a state; she understood that it wouldn’t do anyone any good if Fenrir was to find out about it. “Though perhaps we should take this back to our room, before the others come back; we’ll never get out of here if that happens.”
“I agree,” Clay said. He wanted to know what had happened in the detention and this was not the place to discuss it. Clay wanted to find out what kind of things Umbridge had asked and see if she had asked him the same thing.
“Yeah,” Harry said, thinking that being in their forest room was just what he needed before going home the next day. “Let’s go… I’m kinda tired,” he said, getting to his feet, “and just want to put tonight behind me.”
“You should try to get your detentions with McGonagall in future,” Clay joked, as he reached out and took Romy’s hand, “at least they're only boring.” Harry nodded his agreement to that sentiment, even if the detention with Umbridge hadn’t been as bad as he had expected, and together the three of them headed off to their forest room.

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Littlepanther – Glad we were able to make you laugh. Yes, Cedric could probably do with a bit of a smack. XD Silly boy. He is very determined to “help” Harry, whether Harry wants to be helped or not. He certainly had no intentions of giving up. Glad you liked the video, took quite a while to make, so it is nice to know that it was worth it. :D As for it ending that way… well it is sort of a hint about what might happen, but we wouldn’t end the actual story on such a cliff-hanger, promise.
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