Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything in the fandom. no money/profit is made.

Chapter List
- 74
- 75
- 76
Apologies for the delay in posting this chapter, we honestly intended to get it to you for Christmas, but life got in the way, so now we are giving it to you all as a New Year’s present instead. We hope very much that you enjoy it, and we wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 75 - Thirty-seven Candles
The three pups had been thinking about their trip home all week and so they went to bed on Friday night eagerly looking forward to the next day. It was a shame they couldn’t have gone home on Sunday, which was Fenrir’s actual birthday but this way they got a whole day with the pack, could stay overnight and wouldn’t have rush back for lessons the next day. However, with all their excitement about going home, none of the three pups had been able to get much sleep.
“This is crazy,” Clay grumbled as Harry turned over, to try and find a position he could sleep in, for the third time in less than ten minutes. He had slept even less than the other two because he was between them and they kept waking him. “We are so not getting any sleep,” he said as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes. Romy, who had been tucked into side, rolled onto her back and stared up at the sky-like ceiling above them.
“Clay’s right,” Harry agreed, shrugging off his side of the Alpha blanket and going to find his clothes. It was only half past four in the morning but he didn’t think there was any point trying to sleep more, and he figured that he might as well get dressed. Professor Lupin wasn’t expecting them for another hour but Harry wasn’t sure he could stand just sitting around waiting any longer.
“Okay,” Romy said with a resigned sigh, as she and Clay also got up. “Suppose we might as well wait for Professor Lupin at his office, rather than sitting around here,” she said, as she dug through her things to find warm clothes to wear; Harry and Clay both nodded in agreement, thinking that that way they could go straight to the clearing as soon as the professor showed up.
Romy, too, was determined to get back and see her family as soon as possible, but none of the pack would be awake yet anyway, and she thought that a full day with them would be worth the wait. However, when they arrived at the professor’s office fifteen minutes later, the three pups found that Remus too had been struggling to sleep, though for different reasons.
The pups had been anxiously excited about going home, keen to see their family and Harry to see his mate, but Remus, on the other hand, had been nervous. He’d only been to the territory once before, and that had been a time of heightened stress for everyone, but this time was purely a social call, his first with what could potentially become his new pack.
Remus had actually half expected for the three pups to arrive early anyway; the three of them were always so keen to go home. It hadn’t escaped the professor’s notice though, that Harry looked somewhat nervous about going back this time; usually the teenager was the one that was buzzing with excitement and anticipation.
“Are we ready?” Remus asked, looking at the clock on his wall, which declared it to be quarter to five in the morning. They were all likely to be shattered by the evening but it would hopefully be worth it; even Remus was rather keen to get going, looking forward to actually getting to know Harry’s family better.
“Yes,” Romy and Clayton chorused together. Harry just nodded, too preoccupied with his thoughts. He had had no clue what to get his mate for his birthday, the Alpha was not a sentimental person and he didn’t really have things. When he had figured out what it was he was going to do, Harry had become a bundle of nerves, unsure about whether or not he could go through with it. He knew that he needed to, he needed to show Fenrir, but that didn’t make him any less nervous.
“Come on then,” Remus said gently, looking at Harry with a little concern as the young man stepped forward towards the fireplace. “I’ll take Harry first; are you two okay to follow us?” he asked, looking to Clay and Romy.
Clayton put an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, holding her close to him and nodded. “We’ll be right behind you,” he confirmed.
Throwing the floo powder into the fireplace Remus and Harry stepped in, the latter yelling out the name of Lukas’ home, holding on to his professor as they travelled through the floo network. It was a good thing that Harry had had hold of Remus, as he had never been able to land gracefully and almost tumbled out of the fireplace, saved only by the professor’s grip on him.
Lukas was sat on his sofa with a book when the two of them arrived and looked momentarily confused when he saw Remus; he had not been expecting for him to be there. “You’re early,” Lukas said with a smile; he had strongly suspected that this would have been the case, which was why he had been sitting waiting.
Leaving Remus’ side, Harry went forward and wrapped his arms around Lukas, hugging him. Slightly taken aback, it took a moment for Lukas to respond but finally, as Clayton and Romy stepped out of the fireplace, he put his arms around the small submissive and returned the embrace.
“It’s good to see you again,” Remus said with a small, awkward smile to Lukas, who nodded his head in acknowledgement.
“He has no idea that any of you are coming,” Lukas informed them, letting go of Harry, and smiling at Clayton and Romy, who were all but cuddling each other. “We’ve managed to keep everything as a surprise,” he assured them.
“Can we go now?” Harry asked, leaning into Lukas’ side, needing that comforting contact. He wanted more than anything to just be with his mate; he knew that Fenrir was likely to be sleeping but that didn’t bother him, he just wanted to crawl into bed with the Alpha, even if that might warrant a slight punishment later.
“Are you alright, Harry?” Lukas asked with concern. The teenage submissive had never been in such a state when he was about to return to the territory, normally he was a bundle of excitement and joy; it was a concern to see him so anxious.
“Yeah,” Harry said as he detached himself from his pack brother, looking up at Lukas with a smile. “I just want to see him,” he admitted a little shyly. Lukas smiled with understanding in return; no one, not even him, had expected for the Alpha’s punishment to have such a profound effect on the teenager, though no one was likely to complain that it had.
The five of them shuffled together, getting into two groups ready to apparate; Harry was taking Remus, as the professor still didn’t know the exact location of where they were going, and Lukas took Romy and Clayton, just to make things a little quicker. Both teenagers could apparate but they still needed a little more practice.
With a brief glance to one another, Harry and Lukas nodded, signalling that they were both ready to leave. Lukas went first with a sharp crack and Harry followed shortly after, his stomach feeling like it was doing back flips inside of him.
FGHP
Damon was waiting for them at the apparition point to welcome them back and to keep them all quiet, given that everyone else was still asleep. He and Lukas had got up especially to ensure that the pups returned safely and to keep it as a surprise for Fenrir, and like Lukas, Damon had been sure that the pups would show up earlier than planned.
Ushering them all towards the clearing, Damon didn’t even question Remus’ presence there. He knew that both Harry and Fenrir were keen for the professor to join the pack, and he understood that Remus was family; he didn’t know the man but Harry seemed to trust him and so Damon would have faith in the teenager on that until he had reason not to.
“I’ll get some water and put the kettle on,” Lukas said, keeping his voice to a whisper, gesturing off to their left, in the direction of the stream, a few moments before they reached the clearing. Damon nodded his agreement, as the young man headed off away from them.
“I’ll start breakfast,” Romy said decisively, thinking that her mum could probably use the break. “Remus, would you like to help me?” she asked; it was a little strange calling the professor by his first name, but she felt she should while they were with the pack.
“Wouldn’t you prefer Clayton to help?” Remus asked, not feeling entirely comfortable in the situation; he was not at all sure that he truly belonged here and yet he seemed to have just been accepted.
Romy gave a small, quiet laugh at the Professor’s suggestion. “He’ll help when we need everyone to die of food poisoning,” she explained. “Clay can you start getting all the birthday stuff from the cave maybe?”
“No problem,” Clay said, beaming at her, casting a quick glance over to where Jenson was still fast asleep with Callie in his arms, before giving Romy a chaste kiss to her lips.
“I’m just going to…” Harry said, trailing off as he headed in the direction of Fenrir, who was laying on his back, tucked into their bed.
“Harry…” Damon said softly; he was really not sure whether or not it was a good idea for the young submissive to crawl into bed with the Alpha when Fenrir was in such a foul mood as it was.
“It’ll be worth the punishment if he doesn’t like it,” Harry said sadly, simply glad that he had the opportunity to lie down beside his mate and just be there with him. He had missed him and the intimacy they usually shared.
He shrugged off his jumper and kicked off his shoes and, being extra careful not to disturb the Alpha from sleep, Harry slipped into the pile of hides. He laid his head on his mate’s chest and inhaled the Alpha’s scent, instantly feeling calmer and more relaxed than he had in days.
Tessie, who had always been a light sleeper, had woken at the general movement around her and had come to give Romy a hand; though she was also keeping an eye on Niko and Jaylon, both of whom were sleeping peacefully still. It was only a few minutes later when Lukas returned, joining them and starting to boil water for drinks.
It took a short while, but Remus got slowly talked into helping with the breakfast preparations, even though there wasn’t a great deal to actually do and Clayton was soon back from the cave. Stealing another very quick kiss, given that the Beta was still asleep, Clay started to decorate the clearing with such enthusiasm, that Damon had to remind him to be quiet, so as not to wake the others.
Romy smiled happily as she looked around her, chuckling as Damon hurried to stop Clayton from climbing up a tree to fill it with balloons; it felt amazing to have the entire pack in the territory, Remus included. It was almost as if they would relax a little more now because for now their little family, as odd as it was, was just that little bit more complete.
FGHP
Fenrir was warm and comfortable under his blankets and hides, them keeping away the cold of the early morning’s winter air; he was half asleep and still clinging to the dream that his little mate was curled up against his body. It was such a convincing dream too, as though he could actually smell Harry’s scent, and feel those small hands pressed against his chest.
He kept his eyes closed, despite the vague sounds of some of the pack moving around in the clearing, willing himself back to sleep, so that he might be able to enjoy the dream of having his little mate so close just a little longer. Sleep was only drifting further away, however, and if anything, Harry felt more real. As he felt lips brush against his own, he opened one eye and was met with the sight of his mate leaning over him.
“What are you doing here?” Fenrir asked, pushing Harry back just enough that he could see his face, his young mate’s hands splayed on his chest to support himself; part of him just wanted to pull Harry back in close, but he was surprised and concerned, and his mate’s sudden, unplanned appearance didn’t usually bode well.
“I can leave if you want,” Harry said, feeling a little heartbroken. He had been expecting a slightly cold reaction but nothing so hostile towards him. However, as he started to move away, Fenrir took hold of him, preventing him from going anywhere.
“I did not expect you, little one,” Fenrir said softly, pulling Harry back down to lie upon his chest. He found that it was a relief to have him there again and wouldn’t deny it to himself when he wanted it as much as his mate did.
“I wanted to surprise you for your birthday,” Harry said with a whisper, not wanting to break the mood between them. Everything was so, so quiet, even the rest of the pack were not being as rowdy as they would normally have been.
“It isn’t my birthday until tomorrow,” Fenrir pointed out gruffly. He had never placed any importance on that specific date anyway, not seeing the need to do so. However, he understood that Harry valued things like birthdays and was not about to complain too much when it meant seeing his young mate again so much sooner than he had anticipated.
“But tomorrow is Sunday; if I’m here today I get to spend more time with you. You do want to spend time with me right?” Harry asked, suddenly fearful that Fenrir might not want to. After all he was still being punished and being here meant extra work for Fenrir, ensuring that his punishment was still being carried out.
“I want you here,” Fenrir said bluntly. He would never turn Harry away; it just wasn’t in his nature to be able to do so. Just like he would never have hurt Harry, no matter how angry he got about the choices his little mate made.
“I want to be here, Fen,” Harry said as he nuzzled into his mate’s chest, placing soft kisses there. He had not intended for them to start anything but Fenrir quickly stopped him shaking his head, now was not the time to be vanishing off into the woods to have sex. Besides that, he did not think that it was the right time to fully relieve Harry of his punishment.
“Did the others return with you?” Fenrir asked, not wanting to leave the warmth of his bed where he had his mate with him just yet. He was far too content simply lying there with Harry in his arms, something that he had missed.
“They’re here, Remus too,” Harry told him, settling down again and lying very still, cuddled into his mate’s chest. Just being there and not being pushed away felt exhilarating to him but he knew that his punishment wasn’t over; though he must have been doing something right to have been allowed this extensive amount of contact.
“He came?” Fenrir asked, obviously surprised by this revelation, though pleased that the professor was apparently accepting that he was part of the pack. He had been sure that Remus would accept his place in time, but he was glad that it was sooner rather than later.
“Yes, I thought he belonged here,” Harry said, though he did so somewhat hesitantly. He had tilted his head to look up to his mate so that he could better judge what his mate was thinking; it wasn’t like Fenrir was very forthcoming with his thoughts.
“He does,” Fenrir agreed with a slight nod of agreement, which was all he could manage with the position he was in, lying on his back with his arms wrapped tightly around Harry.
“So I did the right thing?” Harry asked, suddenly a little worried that he had jumped the gun and brought Remus here too soon. He was trying to do the right thing, to predict what his mate would want and to act accordingly but he was still second guessing himself with his decisions, he still needed his mate to confirm that he was doing the right thing.
“Yes,” Fenrir grunted, knowing that Harry needed to hear him say it. He did not mind at all that Remus was there, he had always known that the boy he had bitten would be one of them. He was actually rather proud of the fact that Harry had been able to bring him to the pack at all when the professor had been so reluctant.
“But…?” Harry prompted, hearing the pensiveness in the Alpha’s voice.
“I am going to speak to him. Stay and monitor the others,” Fenrir said decisively as he sat up, bracing himself as the cold air hit him, reaching out for his jacket, which was when Harry saw some of the grazes on Fenrir’s hands.
Harry took Fenrir’s hand within his own, looking it over; however, when Fenrir gently removed his hand from his mate’s grasp, Harry took it as a sign that the Alpha didn’t want to talk about it yet. It took a lot of restraint but Harry knew he had to be more respectful of his mate’s wishes and therefore carried on as if he hadn’t seen them at all.
“You have to speak to him right now?” Harry asked, feeling disappointed that his mate was going to break their contact so soon. He didn’t want to sound like a petulant child though, so he made sure that his tone was more inquisitive than whiny. He was determined to show his Alpha that he could be a good mate and not need constant supervision.
“Yes, I am the Alpha,” Fenrir informed his mate, as though Harry could have forgotten this fact; it was his place as head of the pack to speak with Remus now that he was joining them. In truth he was looking for a reaction from his little mate, wanting to see just how much Harry appeared to have learnt from the punishment he had inflicted upon the teenager.
“And you need to make sure that he’s settling in?” Harry questioned, thinking that he understood. Fenrir stood up and Harry followed suit, reaching for his jumper and shoes, thinking that he would perhaps go and help prepare the breakfast.
“Yes,” Fenrir confirmed a smile twitching at his lips; he was proud of how his mate understood now, and gave Harry a chaste kiss in reward before he headed off in the direction of Remus, who was stood by the fire talking with Tessie, Damon and Micha.
Fenrir held off a little, making it look like he was checking on something else as he approached and heard that the four of them were in the middle of an easy conversation, curious as to what they might be discussing.
"Damn it I spilt some..." he heard Remus said, looking at the front of his robes with a frown. He was only holding a mug so the Alpha assumed that he had simply spilt some coffee.
"Maybe I can suck it off," Micha said with a grin, something that made the Alpha snort in amusement, especially when he heard Damon growl unhappily at his cheeky mate. When Fenrir glanced over he saw that poor Remus was flushing bright red at the submissive’s comment, clearly not used to anyone being so forward.
“The only one you’re sucking off is me,” Damon said, pulling a giggling Micha into him and holding him close, pulling him into a deep kiss.
“Don’t mind Micha,” Tessie said to the Professor, “he’s always like that,” she explained as the other two kissed for a few moments longer. Fenrir took this opportunity to come over and join the conversation, wanting to make sure that Remus was comfortable amongst them.
“Oh, can we… please?” Micha asked, looking at his mate with wide, pleading purple eyes, seemingly uncaring that their Alpha was now amongst them. Damon on the other hand had given his friend a curt nod to acknowledge him, a sign of respect between the two of them.
“Later,” Damon said, chuckling in amusement, thinking that now was not the right time to be gallivanting off into the woods for a blow job with his mate. Breakfast would be ready soon and he was absolutely starving and he knew Micha to be as well.
“How are you finding the pack?” Fenrir asked, looking directly at Remus, who was still recovering from Micha’s comment, though he seemed to appreciate Tessie’s kind words. It seemed he would have to just get used to Micha in his own time.
“It is certainly unique,” Remus said with a fond smile to Micha, who beamed at the newcomer; though it wasn’t lost to anyone that Damon maintained his hold around his mate’s waist, allowing for Micha to remain cuddled into him. Fenrir could not blame Damon for this; it was natural to stake their claims on their mates when there were new members of the pack present.
“We’re a family,” Micha said, “a weird, completely mismatched family. Also, if you haven’t guessed already by how tightly he’s holding on to me, this is my mate.” At this Damon gave Micha a light nip to the neck that only made the submissive giggle.
“I had worked that out,” Remus said with amusement. He found it rather interesting how closely Damon was holding on to the submissive. It made him a little sad; the last time he had had anything close to this was when he was with Sirius, and he missed the intimacy. He did not miss the arguments, however, but just seeing how some of the pack were with one another made him want to find someone slightly less psychotic to spend his life with.
“Subtlety isn’t exactly Micha’s speciality,” Tessie said, looking to her pack brother fondly.
“Why would I be, I am very happy for everyone to know exactly who my mate is,” Micha said, grinning up at Damon. “This is a good pack, you’ll like it here,” he added, looking back to Remus.
“Oh… yeah, I… am not quite sure I am ready for that,” Remus admitted hesitantly, glancing nervously at Fenrir, well aware that the Alpha was determined to have him join.
“Then why are you here?” Fenrir demanded, glaring at Remus unhappily. He was more than happy that the man was here but not if he was uncertain about joining the pack still.
“Because Harry wants me to be,” Remus stated. That really was the only reason that he was even considering joining; he had never thought that he would want to be part of a pack, let alone Greyback’s but he was seriously considering it for the sake of being part of Harry’s life.
“He is mine!” Fenrir snarled, unhappy that Harry was the only reason this man was here, it was not something that he was going to put up with.
“I know that,” Remus said gently, trying not to sound too exasperated. “He is my best friend’s son, I just want to be part of his life. Trust me I have no romantic intentions towards Harry. He is half my age, why would I want to be involved with him in that way.”
“Watch your mouth,” Fenrir growled, not missing the implied dig at the age gap between him and his mate. It had never mattered to him that Harry was so much younger than he was, it was still just a small number of years in comparison to how many he intended for them to spend together. “Or else you won’t be any part of his life,” the Alpha warned.
“My apologies,” Remus said quickly. “It wasn’t my intention to offend but I wanted to make it clear that Harry is my priority but only as being a father figure to him, nothing more.”
“Then perhaps you should think a little before making such comments,” Damon said firmly. He wasn’t about to let this man waltz in and making such remarks, and he was thankful to see that Fenrir wasn’t either. “I practically helped Severus raise Harry, he is all but a son to me; don’t you think I would have stepped in if there was anything wrong with their relationship?” he pointed out with annoyance, pointing a finger at the professor.
“Damon, don’t,” Micha said, taking his mate’s hand. “You got to be there for Harry, but I am sure Remus would have been too, given the chance. Harry can probably use all the parental figures he can get, don’t you think?”
“Look,” Remus said, not wanting to cause a fight. “I might not be entirely… comfortable with Harry’s relationship, but that doesn’t mean I am going to act against it; I have seen for myself how much the two of you obviously care about each other and, I have to admit, actually seem to be good for one another. You won’t get any trouble from me on that front,” he assured the Alpha.
“See that we don’t. I am going to the stream,” Fenrir said dismissively, he was done dealing with Remus; the man had made his intentions perfectly clear. He was here to look after Harry and he couldn’t really object to that, it would mean an extra pair of eyes on him at Hogwarts too. If the man refused to become a fully-fledged member of the pack then that was up to him. Only Remus would suffer in the long run.
“Alpha, may I come with you, I was going to ask Damon to take me and the boys,” Tessie requested and received a curt nod from the Alpha. She wasted no time in gathering Jaylon and Niko together, and leading them off in the direction Fenrir had gone, off towards the stream, so that they could be washed up before breakfast.
FGHP
Harry had cuddled himself back into the Alpha’s blankets and hides when Fenrir had gone to talk to Remus, wanting to enjoy having his mate’s scent around him a bit longer. He was pretty sure that he must have drifted off to sleep for a little bit because, when his eyes flickered open, Fenrir was standing over him with a deep scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.
“You should eat something, little one,” the Alpha stated firmly. He didn’t like that his mate was not sat around the fire with the rest of the pack while the food was being handed out.
“I was catching up on a little sleep,” Harry said through a yawn as he stretched and then sat up in their bed. “Kind of tricky to eat and sleep at the same time, wolfie,” he added with a sleepy grin as he rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up a little more.
“Breakfast now, little one,” Fenrir said firmly, not happy with the return of his nicknames but not about to fight his mate on that small thing when Harry was obviously still half asleep.
“Carry me?” Harry asked teasingly, holding his arms up and giving the Alpha a pleading look. He had been joking, but Fenrir leant down and swept Harry up and over his shoulder; the younger man gave yelp of surprise, not having expected the sudden move, but as soon as his shock had worn off, he couldn’t stop giggling.
“Well you did ask him to carry you,” Micha said with a snigger from where he was sat next to Damon eating his breakfast, which was of course the traditional porridge. They rarely ate anything else for breakfast now that it was so cold.
“Yeah, I think he just enjoys proving that he can haul me around when he wants to,” Harry replied, as Fenrir took a seat on one of the logs and sat Harry on his lap. “He needn’t worry so much, we are not likely to forget who our big strong Alpha is,” he said affectionately, smiling up at his mate.
“Do you want one bowl or two?” Tessie asked the Alpha pair teasingly, seeing that Harry was sat on the Alpha’s lap. It had been quite few days since this had happened and it was nice to see that the Alpha pair’s relationship was back on the right track. It gave the pack more confidence and certainly more stability.
“Two,” Fenrir stated when Harry looked up at him questioningly. “You will eat, little one.” Harry hadn’t been particularly hungry, far more tired than anything else. Since his punishment he had been struggling to sleep, far too used to having the Alpha with him while he was at home; being denied this had affected him on a deeper level than he had ever imagined that it would.
“You heard the man,” Harry said, accepting a bowl from his pack sister, Fenrir taking another. Eating was going to be a little more awkward for both of them while he was sat on his mate’s lap, but as long as the Alpha allowed him to stay there, he wasn’t going to move. He was actually rather hoping that he could talk Fenrir into spending some time alone with him when they were done eating.
“Fenrir,” Harry said after they had both eaten a few mouthfuls of their meals. “Could we maybe go for a walk after breakfast, even if it is only to the stream?” He had added the last part so the Alpha didn’t think that he was trying to get him alone just for sex. Harry didn’t want Fenrir to think that that was all he was thinking about, he genuinely did just want to talk to the older man. Also by leading Fenrir away from the rest of the pack, the others could finish getting the last of the party stuff ready.
Clay and Lukas had cleverly concealed the decorations which had put up, before Fenrir had woken so that nothing seemed amiss. They wanted for it to be a surprise, even though they knew that the Alpha wasn’t particularly fond surprises.
“I will take you to the stream,” Fenrir confirmed, though he was a little suspicious, it was strange for Harry to ask so formally and also for him not to want to go with Clay, Micha or Damon. “After you have eaten,” he added.
FGHP
True to his word, after they had finished their breakfast and the others were clearing away and cleaning up, Fenrir escorted Harry down to the stream so that he could wash. The Alpha male sat down close to his mate, though not right beside him, giving him some space, and just watched as Harry did what he had come here to do.
Fenrir was rather impressed by the fact that there was no strip tease, no teasing at all, it was all practical. He had thought that Harry had led him there for them to have sex, when that was not going to happen. However, the fact that it had been an innocent walk to the stream had made the Alpha realise just how seriously his mate was taking the punishment.
He didn’t want his feisty little mate to change; he probably would never forgive himself if Harry became submissive in his personality and completely docile because that just wasn’t who his young mate was. He would be more than happy for Harry to be Harry; just within reason and as long as he was respectful while being his usual cheeky self.
“I’m sorry I caused you so much trouble,” Harry said quietly, hating that he was destroying the peaceful time they were spending together. Fenrir had been sat so contently just watching but Harry had needed to get this out.
The Alpha’s brow furrowed as he considered his mate. “I know,” he stated simply. He didn’t have any doubt that Harry regretted his actions now, but he didn’t really understand what had prompted this particular apology.
“I am trying to do better now,” Harry said, finally turning to look at his mate, meeting Fenrir’s eye.
Fenrir sighed, realising that apart from the argument where he had ripped up a tree they hadn’t had any kind of discussion about what had happened, Dumbledore, or the vow. Clearly it was something that Harry felt as if they needed to talk about; though Fenrir was not sure he would be able to keep his cool long enough.
“You protected the pack,” the Alpha said bluntly. “In the wrong way but you still protected them.”
“I wish I had been able to think of a better way,” Harry told him earnestly. He hated that he had had to take the vow, but it had been the only option he had that would ensure his family’s safety from Dumbledore’s schemes.
“You should have come to me,” Fenrir growled. He was still angry with himself as much as Harry, that he hadn’t been able to protect his mate from everything Dumbledore had done. It was too late now though, and like Harry had said, he was trying to do better.
“Next time I will,” Harry said as he came and sat beside his mate, glad that they were finally being given the chance to talk about these things without it turning into a huge argument. Harry felt a lot more mature all of a sudden; he had always been scared that if he talked to the Alpha the answer would be a firm no, but now he was realising that if he had reasons and counter points then Fenrir would only deny him when he had a justifiable rationale to do so.
“There will not be a next time,” Fenrir said rather forcefully as he pulled Harry up on to his lap, holding him there with strong arms around the smaller man’s waist. It was a comfort to Fenrir to have Harry there, to be breathing in his scent.
“I know, soon we don’t have to think about it anymore, all I have to do is destroy Voldemort; once that is done Dumbledore will still be held to his word, my part in it will be done though. He can never hurt us, our pack or our future children,” Harry pointed out. He was at a place in his head where he was fully accepting of their future children and was actually looking forward to that time when he was able to give his mate that.
“Promise you won’t do anything alone; we will help you,” Fenrir insisted, nuzzling close to his submissive. He had missed this contact and was glad that Harry had come back, regardless of the reasoning behind that choice. He didn’t care that it was his birthday, he was just glad Harry was with him rather than at school.
“I promise,” Harry said and he truly meant it. On his own there was very little that he could do against Voldemort, after all he was only fifteen, almost sixteen; going up against a dark wizard with a lot more power than him was crazy. However, with his pack behind him there was nothing they couldn’t do. At least that was what Harry believed, his mate was strong and in Harry’s eyes undefeated.
There had been two occasions in the short time that Harry had known Fenrir where the Alpha male had come close to death and yet prevailed. Gideon didn’t stand a chance against Fenrir, Harry was confident about that.
“I do have one more confession for you,” Harry said quietly. He hadn’t been going to mention anything but things were so good for them right at this moment that he didn’t want anything to spoil it.
“Go on…” Fenrir said dubiously, not liking where this was going. Anything that involved Harry and a confession was never going to end well. The last confession had ended in him ripping up a tree from the roots, he wasn’t sure that he wanted to hear anymore; though he doubted that it could ever be as bad as the truth about the vow, particularly given how calm Harry seemed about telling him.
“I’ve kind of planned a surprise party for you up in the clearing, so ummm… please pretend to be surprised,” Harry said a little sheepishly. The party had been an idea before the punishment, before he had come to realise that doing things like this might be a slightly bad idea. He wanted to make it right before it happened so that he didn’t get into more trouble.
“A party…” Fenrir said, his tone heavy with disapproval. He had never liked social gatherings of that sort. He knew, however, that his mate held a lot of sentiment when it came to the celebration of ageing and therefore he couldn’t get angry at him for it, besides it would presumably just be their pack.
“I wanted to do something nice but I’ve come to realise that maybe a surprise party was not the best way to go about being nice,” Harry admitted, feeling slightly better for having been honest, though slightly surprised that Fenrir was taking it so well. He had at least been expecting to be turfed off the Alpha’s lap.
“So you want me to pretend to be surprised,” Fenrir said drily. He wasn’t entirely pleased with this idea but supposed he could manage that much for Harry’s sake. It occurred to him then, that it was likely that at least some of the other pack mates must have helped Harry too, as he was sure that his mate would not have been able to organise a party in secret, particularly while being so closely watched.
“Yeah, that would be great,” Harry said with a smile, looking up at his mate and placing a soft kiss upon his lips before withdrawing. He was being very cautious with how far he pushed the Alpha male, knowing that his punishment wasn’t over yet. Fenrir, however, had other ideas, his hand moving round to the back of Harry’s head and pulling him into a far more passionate kiss.
FGHP
Jenson had been lucky that he had been able to convince Callie to not get involved in the day to day activities of the territory, though he knew that that was less to do with his charms and more to do with how ill she had been feeling. She was pale and looked frailer than she had looked in a long time.
It was almost lunch time and the party to celebrate Fenrir turning thirty-seven was well underway. Harry had not left his mate’s side for the whole day, though they weren’t completely all over each other as they usually might have been; it seemed that finally the two of them had learnt how to restrain themselves somewhat.
Damon and Micha had not learnt the same restraint however; they were snogging one another senseless off to one side of the clearing, completely lost to one another and not really caring a great deal what was going on with anyone else.
Niko had encouraged Jaylon out of his shell a little more and the two boys were playing cards. Tessie was stood close by talking to Remus, getting to know the newest pack member. Lukas had been actively avoiding spending any time with Remus, not wanting to face those particular demons just yet. Instead he was sat with Jenson and Callie, the former was keeping a very close eye on Romy and Clay.
Clay had managed to get some music to play and Romy was currently teaching him how to dance. They were giggling constantly and not a lot of dancing was going on seeing as Clayton seemed to be lacking all coordination when it came to which feet to move when but they were both smiling so no one was about to pull them apart. It was nice to see them like this instead of bickering for a change.
Everything was going so well, no one was fighting, there were no real tensions within the pack aside from Lukas and Remus and no one could blame them for wanting to avoid that particular discussion. If it wasn’t for Harry clearly having something on his mind then it would have been perfect.
“I thought that you had already confessed everything to me, little one,” Fenrir said with a frown. The confession about the party had been a relatively minor thing, so the Alpha had assumed that there was nothing else that his mate was keeping from him, but he could see that there was something bothering his little mate.
“It’s not something I can confess to you,” Harry said, shaking his head a little as he looked up to meet Fenrir’s eye. “It’s something I have to show you,” he told him, reaching out and running his hand across his mate’s chest, thinking about what he was about to do.
“Then show me,” Fenrir stated bluntly.
“Okay, but please just go with it… it might seem a little strange,” Harry said as he took his mate towards the fire, feeling a little nervous. Fenrir was looking at his submissive oddly, unsure what was he was doing.
“Little one…” Fenrir said with confusion as Harry released his hand, turning to face him, clearly nervous as he dropped down to his knees. At first Fenrir thought that Harry might be attempting something that they really shouldn’t be doing in the clearing where ten year old Niko was playing cards and he really didn’t think Jaylon was ready to witness anything like that.
However, the Alpha was taken by complete surprise when Harry lowered his gaze, baring his neck and very clearly submitting to him in front of everyone. For a moment Fenrir didn’t know how to react, it wasn’t something that he had been expecting. It was something that Harry had never done before, he had never submitted to him willingly in front of the entire pack.
Damon and Micha had come out of their little bubble and both of them were looking at the Alpha pair with open mouthed expressions. They couldn’t believe what it was that they were seeing. Jenson and Callie too were completely taken aback, sitting completely still, not daring to move.
“No fucking way,” Clay said in complete disbelief before Romy managed to clamp a hand over his mouth. She didn’t want for her boyfriend to ruin the moment between the Alpha pair.
The only one who didn’t look overly pleased about what was going on was Remus, who looked as if he had been sucking on lemons. However, he did have the good sense to keep his mouth shut; next to him Tessie was smiling at the two of them, and so given that, and the reactions of the other pack members, he knew his opinion was not wanted at the moment. Even Niko and Jaylon had stopped their card game to gape at the Alpha pair.
Harry’s heart was racing, unsure about what Fenrir was going to do next. He wanted for this to be over; he really didn’t like being the centre of attention for this reason. He could have cried as Fenrir came down to his knees in front of him, his teeth going to rest upon the soft flesh of his throat. The Alpha held his position there for a brief moment before withdrawing, looking at Harry with such pride.
The moment wasn’t broken until a loud whoop and a round of applause sounded and of course it had to come from Clayton. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at his best friend’s reaction which started a domino effect with the rest of the pack, all of them clapping their hands together for the Alpha pair as Fenrir got to his feet, dragging Harry with him and kissing him for all he was worth.
FGHP
After Harry’s submission the entire pack had felt as if there was so much more of a reason to celebrate. There was now a special kill roasting over the fire, the mood very jubilant as the day progressed. Romy had ceased in teaching Clay to dance, having given up with his lack of coordination, fearing for the safety of her toes. Instead he was teaching Niko more tricks on the skateboard. The ten year old seemed to have something of an aptitude for it.
Romy had retreated back to sit with her mother, seeing as Jenson and Lukas had gone to the cave to prepare the birthday cake ready to be brought out after the main meal; they still had to figure out how they were going to place all thirty-seven candles on it as per Harry’s instructions. The young man had really wanted for it to be special. When they had left the two of them had been debating the best way to light and then transport the cake with all the candles.
“So, how are things with you and Clayton?” Callie asked, looking at her daughter with amusement as the young girl flushed scarlet at the question, her cheeks flaring up to the colour of beetroot.
“We’re, you know…” Romy mumbled, unsure if she wanted to be discussing this with her mother, who seemed far too pleased with herself currently.
“Dating?” Callie suggested with amusement. It was rather entertaining to watch her daughter squirm at these questions and she wasn’t about to relent with her interrogation either. It had been clear the last time they were home that things had changed between the two teenagers, and she knew that Jenson had had a talk with Clayton, but she wanted to hear Romy’s thoughts on what was going on.
“Friends…” Romy tried to say but she knew that that wasn’t really true and her mother seemed to see right through it as well, especially if the snort of disbelief was anything to go by.
“Romy, darling, not even your father would believe that, no matter how much he wants to believe that that is all the two of you are,” Callie told her. “So come on, I swear that if you tell me I won’t tell your Dad.”
“We haven’t actually…” Romy began, casting a subtle glance over to where Clayton was showing Niko how to artfully fall off the skateboard without injuring himself.
“You’re upset about that?” Callie questioned, sensing the sadness in her daughter’s tone. She had been a little concerned about that but thought that it was perhaps a good thing that they weren’t diving into things head first.
“No, Clay is being the perfect gentleman; I tried to initiate something but he said he didn’t want to rush things with me…” Romy confided and Callie nodded her head in understanding.
“My darling girl, I am glad that he did, he was looking after you. The two of you have plenty of time for that, simply enjoy each other. And for goodness sake don’t tell your Dad,” she added with amusement.
“What about you? How are you doing?” Romy asked looking at her mother with a questioning glance, briefly looking down to her stomach, keen to change the subject. “How’s my little… did you call it jelly bean?”
“Nice diversionary tactic there, sweetheart,” Callie said with a chuckle, thinking that her daughter had picked up a thing or two from Harry in the pups’ time away. “Jelly bean is just fine, and I will be just fine too, nothing for you to be worrying about.”
“But you are still unwell?” Romy said, frowning at her mother. Callie could tell her not to worry all she wanted, but nothing short of knowing her mother was in good health again was going to stop her.
“Harry is going to brew a potion that will help,” Callie assured her daughter, taking Romy’s hand in her own and squeezing it gently. Honestly she knew that the potion might make her sickness worse rather than better, but it would help the baby, and she wanted to make Romy worry less not more.
Romy gave a relieved sigh; whatever it was, she trusted Harry to brew it correctly, presumably her parents did too, given that he had been asked to make it. “So Harry knows…?” Romy asked, a little surprised by that revelation, even though she was glad to hear that he was making something for her mother to take.
“Yes, though he knows not to say anything,” Callie told her, “which is why he wouldn’t have said anything to you. This potion was recommended by a healer, it’ll get me through the worst of it,” she explained. Callie still had a lot of concerns and fears about the pregnancy but Jenson’s excitement was infectious, and she had grown to love the way that her mate’s hand would drift to her belly when no-one was looking.
“Okay, well as long as you aren’t pushing yourself too hard,” Romy said sternly.
“You need to stop worrying; that’s my job, sweet girl,” Callie said with amusement. “Enjoy being young and in love, you deserve it so much.”
FGHP
“Clayton, a word,” Fenrir barked out as Harry left his mate’s side to go help Tessie and Jaylon carve up the meat that was almost done roasting on the fire. Harry was riding on a high better than any orgasm could have been since Fenrir had accepted his submission in front of the rest of the pack, and the Alpha was pleased to see his young mate looking so happy, as he joined his pack mates.
Clayton, heeding his Alpha’s call, abandoned Niko and the skateboard and headed over to where Fenrir was standing, slightly apart from the rest of the group and looking somewhat pensive.
“Yes, my Alpha,” Clayton said respectfully as he reached Fenrir. He wasn’t sure what this was regarding, but he didn’t think that he was in trouble and therefore wasn’t overly worried.
“You have a relationship with Romy,” Fenrir stated, taking Clayton by surprise. In truth he was a little shocked that it was being addressed by the Alpha. He was wondering whether Jenson, unable to separate them, had asked Fenrir to step in instead.
“Umm, yes,” Clayton confirmed somewhat hesitantly.
“Romy is the Beta’s daughter,” Fenrir said and again this was a statement of fact than anything else. He had his arms folded across his broad chest, staring down at Clayton, expecting him to either confirm or deny the statements he was making.
“Yes,” Clayton confirmed, though again he was hesitant in his confirmation. He wasn’t sure the purpose of these questions but he was getting increasingly more concerned with each one.
“You have grown up a lot,” Fenrir said, this time he sounded very approving. He truly did appreciate how much Clayton had grown up since he had been relegated as the Omega of the pack. Both he and Harry were starting to take their roles a lot more seriously now and it was something that needed to be addressed, not just with Harry but with Clay too.
“Okay,” Clay said, not sure that he was quite getting where there conversation was going; however, he now was fairly certain, from the tone of his Alpha’s voice, that he wasn’t in any trouble. This, of course, made a nice change from the norm.
“Enough to not be the Omega anymore,” Fenrir continued, thinking that Clayton had proved himself enough to earn his place amongst the pack. It had been his childish and reckless behaviour that had seen him demoted to the lowest rank within the pack, but now he had proven himself worthy of being so much more.
“Seriously?” Clay said, looking at the Alpha in shock. It had taken a few moments for this to sink in but as it did he broke out in a huge grin, unable to believe his luck. He had genuinely thought that he would be left as the Omega forever with the length of time the punishment had stretched on for.
“You are almost an adult,” Fenrir said, thinking that with Clayton’s sixteenth birthday fast approaching it was time that he began to learn more of the ins and outs of what was expected of him when he became a fully-fledged member of the pack. This would of course be difficult while he was at school, but they had already begun with the hunting. There was still so much for him to learn, and now that he was in a relationship it was time to learn everything he needed to know.
“Awesome,” Clay said with enthusiasm, rocking back on forth on the balls of his feet, practically buzzing with excitement over the fact he was no longer the lowest ranking pack member. Being the Omega was a punishment and for that reason their pack didn’t really ever have one, not unless you had done something to deserve being there. Clayton would freely admit that he had deserved it.
“Do not make me regret this,” Fenrir warned, unsure whether he had made the right decision. Clayton was a bundle of energy, rivalled only by Micha and now Niko. Their pack was certainly filled with a lot of high energy personalities that was for sure.
“Can I hug you?” Clay asked, forgetting himself for a moment in his excitement.
“No,” Fenrir said firmly, though Clay had made no move to follow through with his request, much to Fenrir’s relief. He could see the funny side of Clay’s reaction to this news even though he wasn’t entirely approving.
“Right, leave that to Harry,” Clay said, feeling a little giddy. He was rather keen to go and tell Romy what had happened. It was something that had concerned him a little; his position in the pack was not exactly one worthy of the Beta’s daughter. He wanted to be better for her because she deserved it.
“I’m going to regret this,” Fenrir said with a sigh as Clayton lost the battle with his self-restraint and bounded off towards Romy and Callie, who were sat having a chat by the fire. Fenrir took a moment to look over his pack, smiling to himself as he saw Harry smiling and talking to Tessie as they dished out the meat on to plates.
He couldn’t help but cast a wary glance over to Remus, who was looking a little out of place, sitting by the fire simply observing. Fenrir could respect that but he could not forget that the man’s loyalty was not to him but to Harry only. He could accept it for the moment but eventually he would have to demand that Remus submit fully to him too.
FGHP
The dinner had been a great success, and it seemed that even Fenrir was enjoying himself, having pulled Harry on to his lap again; though this was mostly to make sure that his mate remembered to actually eat something rather than just spending the time chatting with their pack mates.
Fenrir had actually been quite content to let Harry remain there after they were all done eating, but Harry, having skipped the clean-up for breakfast that morning, felt like he really should lend a hand with dinner. However, before he had had a chance to offer his assistance, Micha had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him over a little way away from the others and smothered him with a full on bear hug.
“I’ve missed you,” Micha said, a little hyper from the busy day they had had. “Thought I should steal you for five minutes to catch up before the Alpha decides you need to give him more cuddles.”
“I was here two days ago,” Harry pointed out with a laugh, as he hugged Micha back. He had missed the other submissive too; it wasn’t like they had had much time together the last time he was home. Harry found himself looking forward to the summer when he would be home for a full six weeks with no interruptions.
“Yeah, but things were weird with your punishment and everything and we barely got to talk,” Micha said with a slight pout. He understood why his friend had had to be punished, even agreed with it somewhat but he was glad that things were getting back to normal.
“You know I am still technically being punished,” Harry pointed out, as the two of them separated from their hug, Harry casting a quick glance over to Fenrir who was subtly watching them out of the corner of his eye.
“Yeah, yeah,” Micha said dismissively with a wave of his hand, “with the way Fenrir’s been with you today he has so forgiven you.” He completely understood why the Alpha had had to punish Harry so severely, but the difference from how things had been when Harry was home earlier in the week was obvious. “You should have seen him yesterday,” the older submissive said with a scowl, remembering what Fenrir’s mood had been like the day before.
“Was he that bad?” Harry asked, as the two of them sat down on the ground, just a short distance from the fire so that neither of their mates would start fretting. Both submissives could feel the watchful eyes of their dominants on them.
“Yes,” Micha said decisively. “Definitely, yes.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry said with a frown. He could only imagine the mood his mate had been in after he had left to return to Hogwarts, though it was nice that Micha was telling him, because he thought that he probably wouldn’t have found out otherwise.
“Yeah, well you should be,” Micha said with a frown; there was probably not a member of the pack who wasn’t at least a bit hurt by what Harry had done. “But I forgive you too,” he added with a grin; like the rest of the pack, he still loved Harry dearly despite everything. “And you know I am perfectly capable of dealing with Fenrir no matter how grumpy he is being.”
“I was going to ask what he did, but I have a feeling the question I really want to ask is what did YOU do,” Harry said, half amused and half concerned. He could only imagine what had happened while he had been at school.
“Yeah… I totally didn’t punch the Alpha,” Micha said sarcastically, trying, and failing, to look innocent.
“You punched Fen?!” Harry asked staring at Micha in complete disbelief. “Did he deserve it?”
“Of course, I don’t make a habit of throwing punches at people for no reason,” Micha stated, and Harry had to concede the point there. “He punched Damon,” the older submissive explained after a few seconds when Harry continued to look at him expectantly.
“Wow. Yeah, I might just have punched him myself if I had been here,” Harry said with a nod and a sigh. He felt so responsible for all of the mess he had caused, and it seemed that further consequences just kept cropping up. “Is this related to what happened to his hands? He didn’t want to talk about it this morning.”
“Not exactly. He was in a really bad mood,” Micha explained with a frown, “he just left after punching Damon and when he came back he was covered head to toe in blood.”
“Merlin! What did he do… or more to the point, who did he kill?” Harry asked with concern, making sure to keep his voice low as he didn’t want Fenrir to overhear what they were discussing.
“Some strays, three of them I think,” Micha said gently. “It’s only because he was missing you that it happened; he really loves you Harry, I know he’d never say it because… well, he’s so grumpy, but he does.”
Harry nodded. “I think that he has put up with this whole party thing without complaint proves that,” he said with a grin, gesturing towards where the Alpha was frowning at some of the bunting and balloons that had been hung from the trees at the edge of the clearing.
“He does seem rather confused by the whole thing,” Micha agreed with a giggle. “I was half expecting him to just walk away when we all surprised him this morning,” he admitted.
“Ah, well I might have mentioned something to him, just to try and keep the peace somewhat,” Harry confessed. “I know we worked really hard to keep it a secret, but I just couldn’t do that to him when things were suddenly so much better between us.”
“Yeah, that makes sense,” Micha agreed with a nod. He knew that surprises probably weren’t really the Alpha’s thing; Damon had even tried to tell Harry as much when the party had first been suggested, but Harry had been so determined to do it for his mate that he hadn’t wanted to listen. Micha supposed that Harry really had grown up a lot, for him to now be able to see that the surprise had been for his own sake rather than his mate’s. “Sorry you didn’t get to surprise him.”
“Well I still got to see his reaction when I told him,” Harry pointed out. “Not to mention he was pretty damned surprised when I submitted.”
“Yeah, what made you do that?” Micha asked curiously. He had been as shocked as anyone when Harry had gone down on his knees in front of the entire pack; the significance of this act had not been lost on him. No one had needed it explaining to them, not even Niko had questioned it, realising what a huge deal it was.
“It was something I needed to do; it was more for you guys than for him,” Harry explained. “I submit to him and no one else, I’m his.” It was a sign that he had truly accepted his position. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t yet sixteen, which was when he should have more fully taken his place at Fenrir’s side, he was ready now. Together they were the leaders of this pack, the Alpha pair.
“I can’t really imagine you submitting to anyone else’s will on anything, pretty much ever,” Micha said, sticking out his tongue childishly. He truly did love his friend and never wanted him to change, not really; however, he did wish for all of their sanity that Harry could be a little less inclined to life threatening idiocy.
Harry gave an exaggerated gasp. “Are you implying I’m stubborn? Or maybe even...” Harry gave another gasp, “opinionated?”
“Just a little,” Micha said cheekily, grinning at his friend. As much as he loved Damon, there was nothing quite like having a submissive chat with Harry. They just understood each other.
“You’re lucky I love you so much,” Harry said with a smile, pulling Micha into a hug. It was made a little difficult by the fact that the two of them were sat cross legged and facing one another but the two of them managed it somehow, wrapping their arms around each other and just holding on.
“Don’t tell Fenrir, he might get jealous,” Micha said, whispering the words into Harry’s ear as they clung to one another.
“He is watching us cuddle right now,” Harry pointed out with a laugh as he just continued to hug his friend. “I think telling him would be a little redundant at this point.”
“Ah I guess Fenrir and Damon will just have to accept that ours is a love that will never die,” Micha said overly dramatically, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead and flopping backwards onto the grass.
“Quick, act normal, Fen is coming,” Harry said with a giggle.
“Why, Alpha, whatever could bring you our way?” Micha said in the poshest accent he could muster, sitting up and smiling sweetly at Fenrir as he approached.
“I don’t know why I even bother suggesting normal with you,” Harry said, chuckling and shaking his head. “I think Micha found one of Damon’s chocolate stashes,” he said, turning to look up at his mate.
“He has multiple stashes?” Micha exclaimed with genuine excitement. “I have some exploring to do, I’ll be back,” he said quickly getting to his feet and going to walk away from the Alpha pair; however, the large dominant had other ideas.
“Not on your own,” Fenrir stated, getting hold of the older submissive’s arm before Micha could get anywhere. The last thing that they needed was for anyone to go off and get lost in the woods or have an accident and hurt themselves, something that Micha was prone to doing.
“Meanie,” Micha said under his breath with a pout. “Can Harry come with me, I really need some chocolate?” he requested, giving the Alpha a hopeful smile.
“Harry is coming with me,” Fenrir informed Micha, giving him a firm look. He wasn’t best pleased that the older submissive had thought that going off into the woods when it was near enough dark and taking Harry with him was a great idea.
“Clay, I should take Clay chocolate hunting,” Micha said decisively, looking to Fenrir for approval. “He will probably know the kind of places Damon will hide things too.”
Fenrir frowned in thought, torn about whether or not to agree to that; on one hand he had just give Clay a lot of trust in removing his Omega status, so that he could do things just like this, but on the other, Clayton was still only fifteen years old, one of the pups.
“Stick to the clearing,” Fenrir said, deciding that he really didn’t want any of the pack wandering off this evening, not now that it was dark. Micha pouted, clearly trying to sway him from his decision, but that move didn’t work when Harry tried it, so it certainly wasn’t going to work this time.
“I’m sure if you asked nicely Damon would just give it to you,” Harry pointed out, getting to his feet and cuddling into Fenrir’s side. “I’m sure you have a few ways in which you could convince him.”
“Yes, good idea, I shall try that,” Micha said decisively, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek, and going to rush over to his mate. Fenrir had had to stop himself from letting out a low warning growl at the innocent peck to the cheek, reminding himself that the two of them were just friends and the only reason he was getting so jealous was that he had not claimed his mate in such a long time, something he was hoping to change very soon.
“But no cake until we get back,” Harry called after Micha, and the other submissive just waved a hand in the air vaguely in acknowledgement that he had heard. He wouldn’t eat the Alpha’s cake, not until they had sung him happy birthday at least, something Micha was looking forward to. He thought that it was going to be hilarious to see Fenrir’s distaste for the song, sung just for him.
“Cake?” Fenrir asked, looking bemused. He wasn’t sure when the nightmare of the festivities were going to end or to what lengths his mate had gone to just to celebrate his ageing. He was just hoping that very soon it would be over and the only reason he was putting up with it for as long as he had was because he knew that Harry wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t his birthday.
“I might have got you a cake for your birthday too,” Harry said, with a wry smile up at his mate, however it slowly morphed into a salacious grin. “Though I can think of things that I would much rather be eating,” he added. He felt a little nervous pushing things between them further, but between the lack of contact due to the punishment and being away at school, and then the affections the Alpha had been showing him all day, he was seriously horny.
“Then show me, little one,” Fenrir said, more than receptive to the idea of disappearing away from the others for a little while and just spending some time together, just the two of them.
“You do realise I meant you, right?” Harry questioned, thinking that Fenrir had misunderstood what he had meant. He didn’t honestly think that his mate was just going to have sex with him; as far as Harry was concerned he was still being punished and that meant contact only when Fenrir allowed it. He had never considered that the Alpha would take him up on his suggestion.
“Yes, little one,” Fenrir said, amused by the look of surprise on his mate’s face. It made him strangely proud to know that Harry really had just been teasing and would have accepted his decision completely if he had denied him instead.
“Okay, we definitely need to find somewhere a little more private as soon as possible then,” Harry said, grinning from ear to ear. “Now would probably be good, if you want to lead the way,” he said, pressing himself a little closer to his mate and looking up at Fenrir expectantly.
The Alpha picked his mate up, Harry wrapping his legs around Fenrir’s waist and his arms around the Alpha’s neck. The submissive beamed at his mate, loving the feeling of being back in his arms again; Damon had been right, he had been taking so much for granted, and Fenrir’s punishment had taught him to appreciate the moments like this all the more.
“I love you, Fen,” Harry said softly, as Fenrir began to carry him off towards the tree line. The Alpha said nothing, but quickly pressed their lips together; it made walking a little trickier, but Harry was absolutely convinced it was worth it, feeling the return of affection that he knew his mate wasn’t, and might never be, ready to vocalise.
With his eyes closed it was rather tricky for Fenrir to watch where he was going and they quickly ended up with Harry’s back up against a tree, grinding against one another in full view of the rest of the pack. Neither one of the Alpha pair seemed to care that much, it had been too long for both of them, they needed each other.
“Do they do this often?” Remus asked in a whisper to Tessie. He was finding it rather difficult to watch the fifteen year old whom he had known as a newborn baby, kiss a man twenty-one years his senior. In Remus’ mind, Harry was far too young but he knew that he couldn’t say anything, he was just glad the two of them hadn’t gone off for private time.
“You have no idea,” Clay said dryly, before Tessie could answer. His werewolf hearing had made it easy to catch what the professor had said. He had grown used to seeing Harry and the Alpha together, but he didn’t think he would ever really be completely comfortable actually seeing them making out right in front of him; and he really hoped he never saw anything more than that.
“They’ll find somewhere more private soon,” Tessie said, trying to reassure the newcomer that they wouldn’t do anything more than what they were in full view of the pack.
However, Remus just looked even paler now. “That really does not make me feel any better,” he said with a frown. “You’re all really completely okay with this?” he asked, looking around at the pack curiously.
“Of course,” Callie said sweetly. “I have known Fenrir a very long time and there is no doubt about how much he loves Harry. And Harry is stubborn enough that if there was ever something that he really didn’t want to do, he would make absolutely certain that Fenrir knew it.”
“You’re just going to have to trust Harry,” Romy pointed out and Remus nodded reluctantly, glancing over at the Alpha pair, just as the two of them managed to stumble off through the trees and out of sight.
FGHP
Harry moaned happily as Fenrir pinned him against yet another tree, and nibbled teasingly at his neck and jaw. He could barely believe that this was really happening, nor how hard he was already; he supposed that going without for so long had its perks because everything felt extra sensitive.
“I want to taste you,” Harry whispered, his voice breathy with arousal. He needed a moment to calm himself as much as anything else, but he had also been unable to shake the thought of having his mate’s cock between his lips since he had made the teasing joke back in the clearing.
“Yes, little one,” Fenrir said, lowering Harry down onto his own two feet, and stealing another quick kiss. He was as achingly hard as he had been able to feel his mate was, and was keen to get properly reacquainted with his submissive, but having Harry suck him off would probably mean he would be able to last a bit longer when they got to that.
The submissive all but fell to his knees in his desperation to touch his mate, his hands going to the Alpha’s jeans and undoing them. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of the length, fully hard, as he exposed it. He had almost forgotten just how big it was, and didn’t even try to hold himself back when he leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of his mate’s cock, his eyes flitting up to meet the Alpha’s.
“Fuck,” Fenrir cursed, his fingers threading into Harry’s hair and pulling him forward in encouragement for more. Seeing Harry knelt in front of him, looking up with wide eyes, tongue and lips on the base of his cock, was one of the most beautiful sights he thought he might ever see.
Harry pulled the Alpha’s jeans down a bit, until they were held up only by the man’s large muscular thighs, and he grinned for a moment before grasping the erection in his hand to direct it between his lips. He lapped at the pre-cum that was beading on the tip in his mouth, teasingly taking a little more between his lips and enjoying the delighted moans from the Alpha above him.
Slowly Harry started to bob his head, his hand keeping pace as he teasing the underside of the length with his tongue, taking it deeper and deeper. The scent of his mate was all around him, and the feel of the heavy cock in his mouth was turning him on even more; he couldn’t keep his hips from thrusting, finding just a small amount of friction against the front of his own jeans.
He pushed forward until he felt the tip of the Alpha’s impressive length pressing against his throat, meeting Fenrir’s eyes as he held himself there for a few seconds before going back to worshipping the erection as best he could. He was quite sure now that he was going to come in his own jeans and couldn’t even bring himself to care at all, everything just felt too fucking good.
Even just pleasing his mate was a turn on now, everything they did, from the simplest touch and the most innocent of kisses was enough to make Harry’s heart beat a little faster and for his body to react in the most pleasurable ways.
“So good, little one,” Fenrir praised, his voice deep and Harry could hear how close the Alpha was, as much as he could feel it. Fenrir’s fingers tugged at his hair a little, desperate for that last bit to send him plummeting over the edge.
Harry couldn’t resist any longer and reached one hand down between his own legs, as he took Fenrir’s cock into his throat once more and held himself there. He thrust against his own palm, despite the fabric in the way, as he swallowed against the tip of his mate’s erection. He knew he must have looked debauched, he could tell that much from the way that Fenrir was looking at him, but he loved it and it seemed his mate did too, because the Alpha came hard, growling out his orgasm as he emptied himself down Harry’s throat.
It was a powerful sight and sensation, and with a little pressure against his own full and aching balls, Harry came just a second later, moaning happily around the length that was slowly softening in his mouth, the knot swelling against his lips and making Harry rather glad that he hadn’t been able to take the entire thing into his mouth. He eased it out from his between his lips slowly, his breath coming in harsh pants, but feeling more complete than he had in a while.
“We are not done yet, little one,” Fenrir said, letting his jeans fall down to his ankles as he picked Harry up off the ground and smashed their lips together, determined to maintain the pace between them.
“Good,” Harry gasped out, as the Alpha broke the kiss and started to create a love bite on his neck. “I want to feel you inside me; I need you to claim me again. Please,” he added softly, moaning at the feel of his mate licking gently against the mark he had just created.
“You will, little one,” the Alpha promised. He had every intention of doing exactly that, looking forward to feeling the tightness of his mate’s body wrapped around his cock once more, to be connected with Harry how he was supposed to be; it was why he had wanted to bring his mate out into the woods in the first place and to him, the blow job was just an amazing warm up round.
Harry leaned up enough to press their lips together again; he tucked his hands under the shoulders of the Alpha’s jacket, helping him to shrug it off, the leather falling to the ground behind him. “I have too many clothes,” Harry whispered against Fenrir’s lips, as he realised that his mate was now almost completely naked while was completely clothed.
“You do,” Fenrir agreed, stepping out of his jeans and lowering Harry down onto the ground so that the teenager lay upon his jacket. The submissive was already wriggling out of his jumper and t-shirt, when the Alpha reached for the fastening of his jeans. Harry couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the urgency with which they were both undressing him. It was only just dawning on Harry in this moment that his punishment hadn’t only hurt him, it had hurt Fenrir too. The Alpha had hurt himself to make sure that Harry understood the consequences of his actions.
Seeing as they had both come once already, Fenrir wanted to make this moment last between them. It had been too long since they had been this intimate with one another and the Alpha was determined to make it the most memorable. He had suffered too much already with the distance he had forced between them, he wanted his mate back, needed him even. It wasn’t like he could keep punching members of his pack after all.
Once Harry was completely without his clothes, Fenrir positioned himself over his younger lover, holding himself over the smaller man so not hurt him, kissing him for all he was worth, tongues colliding together as the younger man’s hands wandered urgently across his lover’s skin. Harry couldn’t help himself, pushing his hips up so that his already growing erection could find some friction against his mate’s, needing the contact.
“I need to prepare you,” Fenrir said, breaking the kiss. Harry’s eagerness was overwhelming him and he knew that if they didn’t pace themselves then they were going to get carried away with the intensity of being together again. He didn’t want to end up hurting his little mate because he was simply too impatient, though he was glad he had planned ahead enough to have put some lube in his pocket; and was thankful that they hadn’t moved far from where they had discarded their clothing. He could easily reach over to his jeans without having to leave his mate even for a second, something that was a blessing seeing as they couldn’t stop kissing one another.
“Oh Merlin, yes,” Harry moaned; his brain had been so focused on the idea that his mate was going to be inside him again, that he had almost forgotten that the Alpha would need to stretch him first, but now he found himself keen and eager to experience that again too.
By the time that Fenrir had turned back to his little mate from reaching for the lube, Harry had his knees bent and legs spread wide, looking at his mate with wide, lustful eyes, clearly knowing exactly what such a sight would do to the Alpha and wanting to see the reaction that he would undoubtedly get.
Fenrir growled possessively, as he leant back over his mate, settling himself between Harry’s legs; the submissive gasped and then moaned as the Alpha’s erection brushed over his unprepared entrance. “Patience, little one,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips before moving to his jaw and then down to his chest. He paused as he reached the submissives nipples, nibbling and kissing at them gently until they were hard nubs.
Harry was moaning and pleading for more by the time Fenrir moved further down his body. The Alpha paused to lube his fingers, smirking at his little mate as he reached between Harry’s legs and ran the digits against the sensitive flesh there. He did not take his eyes from the teenager, watching each gasped breath and moan of pleasure as it escaped him.
“Fen, please,” Harry whimpered, trying to press down onto the fingers, desperate to feel them inside him; he was growing achingly hard again, despite his recent orgasm, and his whole body felt like it was throbbing with need. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, when his mate thrust a single finger inside, holding it there, unmoving, just to drive him to the edge of wanting it.
“You’re mine,” Fenrir stated, his voice deep and raspy, as he leaned his body over Harry’s again, shifting the finger inside his little mate, before adding a second alongside it. He watched smugly as the submissive writhed, back arching, his whole body begging for more when he had lost the ability to vocalise what he wanted.
“All yours,” Harry gasped out in agreement, knowing that he would never belong to anyone else. Fenrir began to spread his fingers, trying to open his mate up more, so that his beautiful submissive would be able to take his girth without being hurt. He had no delusions about his own size and refused to let this be ruined because they rushed and hadn’t prepared Harry properly.
Fenrir kept his fingers moving, as he went back to teasing Harry’s nipples with his teeth. He growled happily as his mate’s fingers threaded into his hair, pulling slightly; he was certainly enjoying his submissives enthusiasm. After a few more moments he slipped in a third finger, watching with pleasure as Harry gave a silent scream of pleasure, bearing down upon the three digits inside of him.
“Fenrir… please,” Harry managed to choke out as his hands moved to fist the damp ground beneath him, feeling as if he was at the point of exploding as his mate teased him. He could feel the coil tightening inside of his belly and knew that he was going to come if his mate continued to brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. Fenrir didn’t relent however, continuing, determined to see Harry come before he entered him.
The Alpha’s free hand took hold of Harry’s erection, stroking him in a slow motion, his thumb grazing over the tip that was leaking beads of pre cum. The teenager was utterly lost in the sensations washing over him. He wasn’t even able to give his mate a warning before his second orgasm claimed him, come splattering all over Fenrir’s hand.
Fenrir smiled, licking some of the come off his hand as he removed the three fingers from inside his lover. He reached for lube again, squirting some on to his erection, coating himself, as Harry caught his breath. His little mate was still floating in post-orgasmic bliss when he lined himself up and pushed the tip of his cock inside his submissive.
Harry moaned happily, his body relaxed and splayed beneath the Alpha, as Fenrir eased himself deeper into his mate, his hands gripping the submissives hips firmly. It felt amazing to be back inside of his little mate. It felt so good in fact that he had to hold himself inside of Harry for a moment to stop himself from coming.
Harry reached his hands up and gripped Fenrir’s shoulder blades, his nails digging into the soft flesh of the Alpha’s back. He had to move his legs to stop his muscles from cramping up in them, letting them relax a little, his toes curling into the damp ground as Fenrir moved back and pushed himself back inside.
“Fen,” Harry gasped at the sensation of being stretched open around his mate’s length, and the Alpha pressed their lips together again as he thrust into him once more, the submissive whimpering happily as Fenrir’s erection brushed over his prostate. His own cock twitched, making a valiant attempt to grow hard once more, despite already having come twice in fairly short succession.
Fenrir picked up the pace, his hips hitting Harry’s arse with each firm thrust, the two of them groaning into their kiss as they moved together. The submissive was only half hard, but his body was still tingling with pleasure, from the way that the Alpha was pummelling his prostate relentlessly.
The Alpha knew that he wasn’t going to last very much longer, Harry was just too tight and hot around him, the connection between them too intense for it to last. He was getting close, his balls pulling up, as he continued to claim his mate. Harry was making increasing wanton noises, and suddenly cried out happily in surprise, the submissives body shuddering, his arse clamping down around the Alpha’s cock.
It was enough to send Fenrir tumbling over the edge, roaring in pleasure as he spilt himself into his submissive. He held himself inside his mate, as his knot began to swell, stretching Harry further.
“That,” Harry said a little breathlessly, still clinging to his mate, “was worth the wait.” A moment later though, he peered down at his body with a mildly confused expression; he had never had an orgasm without actually coming before; he hadn’t even known it was possible, but that was definitely what had happened.
“Little one?” Fenrir said gently as he spotted the expression on his mate’s face, as he sat back on his heels, lifting Harry as he went, such that his little mate was sat straddling his lap and wrapped up in his arms.
“That last time, I came, but… I didn’t,” Harry tried to explain, and Fenrir chuckled a little. He kind of enjoyed the reminder that his mate was relatively innocent, had never experienced these things with anyone but him.
“I know,” the Alpha said, holding his mate close. “You already came twice,” he pointed out by way of an explanation.
“I know that,” Harry said chuckling a little now too, he wasn’t stupid, he had figured out pretty quickly what had happened, that his body simply hadn’t been able to go for a third time in such a short space of time. “I just had no idea that could happen, it was… really intense,” he said with a contented sigh.
There was a meaningful pause from the Alpha male where his fingers just ghosted over his mate’s skin, caressing him gently. Harry liked to think that this was the moment that Fenrir would have told him that he loved him had he had the ability to vocalise his feelings. However, instead the Alpha drew Harry into a gentle and yet passionate kiss, carefully stroking the sweat damp strands of raven hair.
FGHP
“You know scowling at the woods isn’t actually going to change what Harry and Fenrir are doing,” Lukas said, a gentle smile on his lips as he came over to stand next to Remus. He had been umm-ing and ahh-ing over whether or not to talk to the man for most of the day, but knew that he would regret it if he didn’t at least try to before he left; he had seen the professor standing there alone and so had summoned his courage.
Remus turned to look at Lukas, a little surprised to see the young man there actually smiling at him. “I really don’t understand how you and the rest of the pack are all okay with them doing that,” he said gesturing towards the woodland he had been glaring at, which was roughly the direction that Harry and Fenrir had gone in earlier. “Particularly Damon; I mean he claims he is practically Harry’s father but…”
Lukas shrugged his shoulders, knowing he probably wouldn’t be able to adequately explain it to the older man. “It is different with the pack I guess, I suppose it is a big age gap, but they love each other, and respect each other, so that is already better than some relationships I have seen.”
“I suppose that is true,” Remus said turning back to look at the woods again, thinking a little bitterly about how his own relationship had ended up. “But I don’t think you really came over here to talk to me about Harry and Fenrir, did you?”
“Honestly, no,” Lukas said with a sigh. “I just felt like we should talk, I mean you are my sire, as weird as that sounds. I mean I never thought I would actually meet you.”
Remus nodded. “Well, as you know, I thought you were dead,” he said sadly. “I will never forgive myself for what I did to you,” he stated; it was something that he had never been able to put from his mind and had long ago given up trying to do so.
“You should,” Lukas responded. “You should probably forgive Fenrir for biting you too, or at least talk to him about it. I know you want to join the pack for Harry’s sake but we’re a family, and unless you are ready to be a part of that, with all of us, I don’t think you should.”
Remus turned to look at Lukas again in surprise. It was the first time any of the pack had been anything other than insistent that he should join them. “You don’t want me here?” he asked; he wanted to be a part of Harry’s life but he wasn’t sure he could do so if Lukas really didn’t want him around, not after what he had done to the boy all those years ago.
“That’s not it at all,” Lukas said, shaking his head. “I want you to be part of our family, not pretending to be because of your friendship with a man who died fourteen years ago, and some supposed loyalty to his son.”
Remus nodded in understanding. “I never thought I would want to be part of a pack, I’m not really sure how this is going to work, with me being here, but I have really enjoyed today. Everyone was very welcoming,” Remus said with a smile, remembering how cheeky Micha had been and how easily everyone had accepted him.
“As long as you are making the choice for you and not because you want to be closer to Harry,” Lukas said with a smile. Harry had a solid and stable life with the pack; the only worrying anyone had to do was whether or not he could keep himself out of trouble.
“It’s not just Harry, I would quite like to be part of your life as well,” Remus told him. “I don’t think I would quite be able to get my head around thinking of Fenrir as family yet, but I can be respectful until we figure it out,” he added a little dismissively, not wanting to make a big deal out his issues with the Alpha.
“It won’t work if you have a problem with the Alpha. He’ll tolerate it for a little while because of your loyalty to Harry and because of me to some extent; however, unless you are willing to submit to him you won’t be able to stay here,” Lukas said, trying to make it very clear that it was no laughing matter.
“So I am really going to have to take your advice and talk to him like a grown-up then,” Remus said, smiling softly, and Lukas chuckled a little at that. “I shall consider it, though perhaps I will save that for another day; wouldn’t want to ruin Fenrir’s birthday, after all.”
“I don’t think he would care, but Harry might, so that’s probably best,” Lukas told him, glad that the professor was going to at least try and figure things out with the Alpha, even if he was doing it his and Harry’s sake rather than his own.
FGHP
Fenrir was looking very sour; he probably should have been in a better mood considering he had just had two orgasms and he had Harry by his side now. However, as Jenson and Lukas carried the cake forward, he was looking less and less impressed. Harry had ensured that there really were thirty-seven candles on the cake, all of them lit. In fact it was rather hard to see the cake at all.
“What now?” Fenrir asked in bemusement as the cake was held in front of him, Jenson and Lukas looking at him expectantly. Harry was a little shocked to discover that Fenrir had no clue what to do when presented with a birthday cake.
“You blow them out,” Harry said, keeping his voice low; he didn’t want the Alpha to feel stupid for not knowing. Fenrir’s brow furrowed, still confused but willing to go along with it because he knew that it would please his mate. “But not until we sing to you,” he added when Fenrir went to do just that.
“Sing?” Fenrir asked in confusion, this he had not been expecting and in truth he didn’t appreciate it.
“It’s traditional,” Damon said, smirking at his best friend. He had tried to tell Harry that this whole birthday celebration idea wasn’t really Fenrir’s thing, but now he was finding that he was rather glad that the submissive had been stubborn about it and insisted, just so he could watch the Alpha’s reactions. “Happy Birthday to you,” he started to sing, gesturing for the others to join in. He wasn’t going to wait long enough for Fenrir to outright tell them not to.
“Happy Birthday to you,” the whole pack sang, Niko doing so with particular enthusiasm. Romy had taken a few steps away from her boyfriend, who had been stood right at her side, as Clay started to sing, far too familiar with how tone deaf he was to want to have that sung in her ear. “Happy Birthday to Fenrir. Happy Birthday to you.”
As the pack stopped singing, the Alpha leaned forward slightly towards the cake, and glanced at Harry again, as though he still expected his mate to say that he had been joking about blowing them out, just having him on, but the submissive just nodded encouragingly. Deciding to get it over with, Fenrir blow at the numerous candles; a fair number of them went out, but it took a few more puffs to get the rest to go out as well.
The pack burst into cheers of happiness and clapped a round of applause. By this time Micha was having trouble containing his amusement at how confused the Alpha seemed by the whole process; he was very carefully not meeting Harry’s eye, knowing that that would probably the final straw and send them both into fits of giggles.
“Let us all eat cake,” Micha said in a sweet sing song voice. Damon chuckled, wrapping his arms around his mate and nuzzling him affectionately, at least in part to keep the submissive from rushing in and getting carried away with how much cake he should eat.
“I second that,” Clay said jovially heading towards the cake; Niko giving a woot of excitement at the prospect. Jenson quickly took charge of serving out the cake, really not wanting to spend the whole evening having to try and calm the pups from a sugar high, which would be inevitable if Clayton was left to hand out portions.
“Thank you,” Harry said quietly, pulling his mate down into a chaste kiss; he knew that Fenrir had only tolerated it all for his sake, and he wanted his mate to know he appreciated it. “Happy Birthday.”
FGHP
With the long and extremely busy day they had had, most of the pack had turned in early once the night had really set in and the temperature had begun to drop; Harry, Romy and Clay were particularly were exhausted, given that they had been up so early. Niko had tried to stay awake, but had fallen asleep leaning against Tessie’s side about ten minutes after Harry, Romy and Clay had all decided to go to bed and Jaylon did the same on her other side not long after.
Callie too was shattered, and so she and Jenson had been the next to call it a night, and Micha and Damon had snuck off for a little alone time, which just left Lukas, who was lying down reading under a couple of blankets, Fenrir, who was watching over his pack, and Remus, who felt completely lost. He just didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He vaguely remembered camping when he had been a small child, and he had spent time with the werewolves abroad, but that had been mostly in caves; the idea of sleeping on the ground like this was strange to him.
“You should sleep,” Fenrir said bluntly, making Remus jump a little, not having heard the Alpha approaching him. Fenrir knew that the professor had been awake as early as his little mate, and wasn’t sure why Remus hadn’t decided to sleep like the others.
“It seems a little… peculiar to sleep like this,” Remus admitted to the Alpha; he saw no reason to bend the truth on this matter. After all he needed to at least attempt to feel a little more comfortable with the Alpha male if he was truly going to stay here with them, and he thought that Fenrir would appreciate his honesty.
“We’re werewolves,” the Alpha said a little gruffly, taking a seat next to the professor.
“I know, I wasn’t criticising,” Remus assured him quickly. He knew that Fenrir didn’t view what they were as a curse, or anything negative, not like how he had always been raised to believe; Harry, Romy and Clay had been slowly helping him to view things a little differently, enough that he could accept that their way of life wasn’t wrong, just different. “But it is still strange to me,” he pointed out. No matter their opinions, that didn’t change how odd it felt.
“You’ll get used to it,” Fenrir stated. If the professor couldn’t, then he wouldn’t be able to be part of the pack, because this was how they lived and they wouldn’t be changing that.
“I suppose I will,” Remus said, realising that this would be the life he would be signing up for if he was going to join the pack; he had been so focused on the idea of being in Harry’s life and his fears about the full moons, that he hadn’t really taken much time to consider what day to day life would be like.
“I am not forcing you to be here,” Fenrir told him sternly. “But if you chose not to stay, you will leave Hogwarts too.” The Alpha was not going to be making any compromises with this. If there were Werewolves around his mate and the pack’s pups then he wanted them in his pack or they wouldn’t be going near them.
“It’s not much of a choice; there are not many places that would offer someone like me work,” Remus said with a sigh. On this point he did believe that Fenrir was being slightly unreasonable; however, he wasn’t about to say that to Fenrir. He didn’t want to challenge his authority or start an argument.
“Jenson works,” Fenrir stated somewhat impatiently, “Damon too and Lukas,” he added. “I work when needed.” This he was very proud of; he might not have held down a traditional job like the others, nor had money to burn like Damon, but the pack was never without. They didn’t have to steal, and they were able to stay off the radar almost completely.
“Then they are very lucky,” Remus said, amazed at how many of the pack held down jobs, it wasn’t something that he had been expecting.
“You make it seem like this is a bad choice,” Fenrir said unhappily, not liking that anyone would think living in a pack was a bad thing. Werewolves were naturally drawn to living amongst their own kind, though he knew that Remus had been fighting his natural instinct and of course there was the potion, which Fenrir could deduce, Remus was still taking.
“Not bad,” Remus explained hurried, “just not something I thought I would be drawn to. I have lived with werewolf packs from around the world, trying to seek answers to what we are and why we are the way we are. So many different cultures, different ways of life but I never experienced life with a pack in my home country. I imagine it will be a new adventure.”
“What did you find,” Fenrir asked, curious now, “when you stayed with those packs?” He had never been able to travel, he had never had the opportunity to meet other Alphas or experience life in other packs. He didn’t know if what he was doing was right; he was just doing what he felt was the best for those that he was Alpha of.
“I found that there was a lot of discrimination towards the women and submissives of the packs, they are treated as less than what they are. In most cases the Alpha would rule over his pack with an iron fist. It isn’t like this pack.”
“This is why you were concerned for Harry,” Fenrir clarified and Remus nodded his confirmation. Of course now he knew how much the Alpha male cared for Harry those fears had been lifted, but he still couldn’t help but worry regardless.
“I’m helping him in any way I can with his end of the vow,” Remus said gently, not sure how wise it was to broach this particular topic of conversation, but he thought that while it was just the two of them it was worth trying.
“How?” Fenrir asked curiously. He had been at a loss of how to help his mate. When it came to physically fighting then he knew exactly what he was doing; however, the intellectual stuff was slightly more complicated to figure out. He was more than able to be strategic when it came to looking after his pack, but in a delicate political and strategic battle he wasn’t sure he would be of any use and that made him feel utterly powerless.
“I am currently looking for a Horcrux,” Remus informed the Alpha, who didn’t seem to know much about how Harry was going about fighting the war and keeping his end of the deal. Though, Remus supposed that they had not had much of a chance to discuss what they were going to do so it wasn’t much of a surprise.
“What is a Horcrux?” Fenrir asked in confusion; it was not something that he had heard of before and he had no idea what it could have to do with Harry.
“Voldemort created seven of them. Each Horcrux has a part of his soul inside of it and only once they are all destroyed will Harry be able to kill him,” Remus explained, thinking that it was rather peculiar that no one had thought to explain this to the Alpha already.
“Where can they be found?” Fenrir asked, his tone a little demanding. He thought that maybe if he could find them then he would be able to end Harry’s part in all of this sooner; however, it only took one glance to the other werewolf for him to realise that it wasn’t going to be that easy.
“I don’t know. It is something that Harry and Dumbledore are figuring out together,” Remus said with a frown, he really didn’t like the amount of time those two were spending together. He knew that the war couldn’t be won without the headmaster’s aid but that didn’t mean they had to like it.
“Keep him safe,” Fenrir said, glancing over to where his mate was sleeping peacefully in their bed. The Alpha wished that Harry could have this weight lifted from him but he knew that it just wasn’t the case, at least not yet. Fenrir was determined, however, that the two of them would have the life they were meant to have together with children and grandchildren, a strong pack, something to be proud of.
“Of course I will, there was never any question of that,” Remus said with certainty. “You should be very proud of your pack,” Remus said as an afterthought, truly meaning it and thinking that the Alpha should be made aware of just how amazing what he had with these people was. “They are a credit to you and show just how good an Alpha you are to them.”
“I am,” Fenrir said with pride in his tone. He knew exactly how lucky he was that he had a pack like this, werewolves who were not only here because they wanted protection but because they wanted to be here and they were a true family. “Now sleep,” Fenrir instructed.
“Umm, where?” Remus asked, looking over the sleeping bodies of the others. Clay and Romy were sharing a bed, cuddled up together, as were Jenson and Callie. Damon and Micha had still not returned from their romp in the woods, though Fenrir seemed unconcerned by this. Tessie had Jaylon and Niko on either side of her, Lukas close to them.
Harry was alone in the bed that he shared with the Alpha and it looked as if this was where Fenrir was heading, clearly wanting to spend the last few hours they would be here with his mate.
“Anywhere,” Fenrir said with a shrug. He didn’t care where Remus slept as long as he was warm and comfortable. “Hides and blankets are there,” he pointed out where the spares were stacked, before gently sliding into bed beside his mate. Harry stirred in his sleep, turning and snuggling into his Alpha subconsciously as Fenrir lay down beside him.
Remus watched them both as he fetched his own blankets, deciding that it would be too weird to sleep too close to any of the others. Though he did decide to remain close to the fire at least, not that he was sure he would be able to sleep. He had not missed Harry’s instinctual reaction to get closer to his mate, even in sleep, none of the unhappy abused submissives he had met on his travels had ever been like that. If anything they had shied away from their Alphas.
It made him rest easier that Harry was happy. He was a strong teenager, one that James would have been proud to call his son. Remus knew that he would stay here, he would live with the pack and he would even submit to Fenrir when the time came. He had heeded Lukas’ warning about not joining unless it was for himself and not some noble reason but he wanted to remain close to Harry and he could see very clearly that he could have a good quality of life here. The only thing he was not willing to negotiate was the Wolfsbane potion.
FGHP
Draco was trying to calm himself, but he couldn’t help the fear he felt as his father led him in the direction of the Manor’s large dining hall, with a firm hand on his shoulder. He was no fool, he knew exactly who would be waiting there for him and, while he didn’t think that the Dark Lord was going to summon him there just to kill him personally, he understood that there really wasn’t any predicting what the man might decide to do.
Lucius tightened his grip on Draco’s shoulder as they reached the heavy oak doors of the dining room, bringing them both to a stop, and stepped in front of him. “Don’t even try to lie,” Lucius told his eldest son sternly.
“I know, father,” Draco responded, with a curt nod of his head. He was glad his father still cared enough to at least try and offer him good advice, even if it hadn’t been needed; Draco knew what the Dark Lord was capable of.
Lucius turned and opened the door, striding through into the room beyond with his head held high; Draco quickly took a calming breath before following him. Sure enough, Voldemort was sat in the large high-backed chair at the far end of the table, the huge basilisk trailing around the floor of the room, its head close to where the Dark Lord sat; Draco kept his gaze fixed on Voldemort, however.
“Draco,” the Dark Lord hissed, as he swept to his feet. Lucius used a firm hand on his son’s back to move Draco forward until the teenager was stood barely two feet from Tom Riddle.
“My Lord,” Draco said, bowing deeply, wanting to be respectful; he might not like what the man was doing to their world but that didn’t mean he couldn’t respect the power the Dark Lord had; he felt that it would have been foolish not to.
“You seem to have rather taken my instruction to befriend young Harry to heart, Draco,” Tom said, his voice simpering as he slowly walked around the teenager, whose head was still bowed. He had always enjoyed Lucius’ ability to show such reverence, and was glad to see the man had taught his son this skill.
“I am your loyal servant, my Lord,” Draco replied, straightening up but keeping his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him as Voldemort continued to move slowly in a circle around him.
“Are you?” Voldemort hissed, suddenly sounding far angrier. “And yet Greyback’s mongrels protected you at the Ministry; you aided the boy against me.”
“I did not wish to break my cover, my Lord,” Draco said, his voice trembling a little bit as Voldemort stepped in front of him, and pressed a wand under his chin, using it to tilt his head back up until their eyes met. “Harry trusts me,” the teenager stated confidently.
“So it would seem,” Tom agreed with a chuckle, enjoying the fear he clearly instilled in the young man. “So you claim your loyalty remains with me?” he asked, a smile twitching at his lips.
“Yes, my Lord,” Draco said quickly; he didn’t hesitate, knowing that if he did that might create doubt he couldn’t afford, but that didn’t mean he had missed the note of challenge in the man’s words.
“Then you shall prove it,” Voldemort stated, his smile becoming increasingly sinister. “Perhaps by telling me what you know about Harry’s pregnancy,” he said slowly, his eyes piercing into Draco’s as though he could cut the truth out with a look, something that the blond knew to be not so far from reality.
“Pregnancy?” Draco asked, his eyes going wide with genuine surprise. He had suspected it was possible, though he hadn’t done the research, but he knew Harry was a submissive, and that the male submissives of many creatures could bear children; however, he didn’t think it likely that Harry would decide to do so while so young, or in the middle of a war. It was possible it was accidental of course but he still doubted it.
“I know he is making a potion,” Voldemort went on, still watching the blond teenager closely, “one that is only required for pregnancies. I am told he even confirmed that he was carrying Greyback’s spawn to another student. Do you expect me to believe that you, one of his most trusted, didn’t know?”
“I didn’t, I had no idea,” Draco said hastily, willing himself not to look away from the Dark Lord; he knew that Voldemort might take the moment to peek inside his head but all he would find there would be confirmation that he spoke the truth. “I could ask him, when I return to the school,” he suggested. “He might not have told me, but I don’t believe he would lie if I was to ask him directly.”
The Dark Lord continued to watch him curiously for a few moments before seeming to accept his words. “I will await news, Draco, and it would be wise not to make me wait long,” he warned, removing his wand from under Draco’s chin and the teenager almost sighed with relief; however, his reprieve was brief. “Now, kneel,” Voldemort hissed no more than a few seconds later. “I shall bestow you with a great honour.”
Draco’s eyes widened slightly; nothing that the Dark Lord called an honour was going to be good but he still didn’t hesitate to drop to his knees when he felt his father’s hand press down upon his shoulder.
“Your left arm,” Voldemort demanded, and the teenager looked up at him with dawning understanding. Draco wanted to look behind him to see if his father was really going to allow this to happen, but he didn’t dare, and already knew what he would see there anyway. There was nothing that either of them could do to keep this from happening now, not if they wanted to live.
Resigned to his fate, Draco raised his arm and didn’t even wait for the instruction before pulling up his sleeve to expose the pale flesh of his forearm. He didn’t want this; he had never wanted this, even before he had become so completely disillusioned about the Dark Lord’s war.
Tom smirked as he pressed the tip of his wand to forearm of the teenager knelt before him; he wasn’t certain in the boy’s loyalty, but Draco had got close to Harry and he would exploit it whether the Malfoy heir liked it or not. He was also rather enjoying the tension he could see in the older Malfoy’s body; he strongly suspected that Lucius didn’t like the idea of his heir being tied to someone else but that only encouraged him onwards.
Draco suddenly let out a scream, as a burning pain shot through his arm, splintering out from the tip of Voldemort’s wand and feeling as though it was burrowing down to the bone. His fingers of his right hand bunched into a fist around the fabric of his trousers, and he pinched his eyes shut; he clenched his teeth together, to keep the pleas for it to stop from escaping.
And then it stopped. He gasped for air, his body trembling; he felt as though he had been submerged in icy water and was only now able to breach the surface once more.
“You took that better than your father,” Voldemort sneered, the voice breaking through the haze of pain that was fogging Draco’s mind.
The teenager forced his eyes open, knowing how dangerous it was to keep them closed in present company; it was difficult to focus on the world around him, and he was certain that if he moved too quickly he was going to vomit, but he was vaguely aware of the Dark Lord’s robe brushing over the stone ground as the man moved back towards his chair.
“Leave,” Voldemort hissed out impatiently, with a wave of his hand.
“Get up, Draco,” Lucius hissed, all but pulling his son to his feet and dragging him from the room quickly. Draco was actually quite grateful for that though, as he wasn’t sure he could have stood on his own just yet, let alone walk without some kind of assistance, and Voldemort was not the type to tolerate such disregard of an order.
Neither of them said anything as they made their way through the corridors and Draco wasn’t really paying attention to where they were going, still feeling a little in shock from what had been done to him. He was therefore a little surprised when he found himself being practically shoved into his father’s study.
Realising where they were, Draco took a deep breath and steeled himself, his befuddlement thankfully fading; it wouldn’t do for him to lose his head now, because Lucius Malfoy could be almost as dangerous as the Dark Lord if he wasn’t careful. The door of the office sounded loud as it was shut, and Draco turned to meet his father’s stern gaze.
“Is this what you wanted for me, Father?” Draco demanded to know angrily, meeting his father’s eye; he knew that there was nothing that Lucius could have done to stop the Dark Lord from branding him, but that didn’t mean that he blamed his father any less for having cornered him into the situation in the first place. “Shall we just bring Brax down here now and let him put this stupid mark on his arm too?” he snapped, waving his left arm at his father. “And how about Clay? Why not give the Dark Lord the full set!”
“Clay?” Lucius asked with a bemused expression. He had been rather taken aback by his son’s anger and had been about to deal with his insolence but now he was just confused; the name was familiar but he couldn’t place it and he wasn’t sure what it had to do with anything.
“Yeah, you know, Clayton Danes, Harry’s best friend and my older half-brother,” Draco said crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes at Lucius, trying to work out if his father’s confusion was genuine. “Or did you forget you were messing about on my mother before I was even born?”
“I did no such thing,” Lucius snarled, grabbing hold of Draco by the hair and leaning close to his son’s face. He assumed that Chloe had taken their child with her when she disappeared off to Europe, but Draco’s words had him second guessing that. “And you will watch your tongue or I will teach you some manners.”
“He’s a werewolf by the way, part of Greyback’s pack,” Draco said a little viciously, looking Lucius directly in the eye, knowing how much that information would bother his father. He was doing his very best to ignore the twinges of pain in the top of his head, where Lucius was still gripping his hair tightly.
“He is nothing but a bastard,” Lucius said in a dangerously quiet voice; it pained him to think that the child he and Chloe had created together, even if he should never have existed in the first place, had now become such a beast.
“Does Mother know?” Draco asked coolly, finding it rather satisfying to have unsettled his father so.
“This is none of your concern, Draco,” Lucius stated releasing his son and walking over to his desk; he rested his hands on the surface and took a breath to calm himself, to regain control of his temper. He didn’t know what to think but all that seemed to be sinking in right now was that his and Chloe’s child was a boy, a son, named Clayton, who had somehow ended up a werewolf. He was seriously considering tracking her down with a few choice questions.
“Don’t worry, Father, he wants as little to do with you as you do with him, and I feel no different than Clay in that regard,” Draco spat out, before turning on his heel, yanking the door open and storming from the room without giving Lucius a chance to stop him. He was just so angry and he was determined to at least try and salvage something good from this trip by seeing his mother and Brax before he had to return to Hogwarts.
The corridors of the Manor were thankfully quiet but Draco was still feeling on edge as he reached the door to Brax’s nursery a few minutes later. He knocked on the door; he could get through the wards, but he didn’t want to scare his mother by just letting himself in. He could barely stand still for even the few short moments it took for Narcissa to get to the door and open it.
“Draco,” she said happily, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of her older son.
“Mum,” Draco said, the word gasped out softly as he stepped into the room, and wrapped his arms around his mother. Narcissa was just able to reach the door to push it shut quickly before she embraced her son; she could feel him trembling slightly against her, which worried her, but then she heard a sob and her concern increased tenfold.
“What happened?” she asked softly, trying to pull back, but Draco held on tight and it definitely sounded like he was crying now. “Talk to me, Draco, please,” she requested gently.
Draco sighed, trying to stifle a sob. He felt embarrassed that he was actually crying; he was nearly sixteen years old and had been raised to be more in control of himself than that, but it had all just become too much. The mess at the Ministry, the mark now burned on his arm, the revelation about Clay’s paternity, the constant threat of danger for him and his family, whole war in general; it was more than he could stand and the weight of it was crushing him.
“Come,” Narcissa said, unwrapping Draco’s arms from around her and leading him over to the small sofa near the window, “come sit.” She hadn’t seen Draco this upset in a very long time. He didn’t fight her guiding hand, allowing her to lead him, glancing at Brax’s crib on the way past; his almost five month old brother was sound asleep there and he managed to smile at the sight.
“We really have to get the two of you out of here,” Draco told her pensively, taking a seat and brushing the tears from his face. “I know you want to stay and help but what good is it doing?”
“I see things here, Draco,” Narcissa said with a weary sigh, as she sat down next to him. “Things you can tell Harry, like that Sirius Black is imprisoned here, in the dungeons, and they have at least one other person down there, a young blonde girl. I know it isn’t much, but what if I can find out something that will help.”
“I don’t care about that, Mum,” Draco insisted sounding a little panicked. “Look what he did,” he said, pulling up his sleeve and showing the ink black mark, standing out in harsh contrast to his ivory complexion.
Narcissa gasped in shock, holding Draco’s arm carefully in her hands so as not to touch the mark. She wanted to weep at the sight of what had been done to her child; she had seen the same blemish upon her husband’s arm, more times than she liked to think about and to her it symbolised all that had destroyed her family. She would never forgive Lucius for allowing this to happen to their boy.
“You expect me to just leave you here in the house with the man who did this to me?” Draco asked, watching his mother’s reaction, to see if she worked out whether he meant Lucius or Voldemort; truthfully he wasn’t entirely sure himself.
“Yes, I do,” Narcissa said firmly, clasping Draco’s hands in her own and looking him in the eye; “even more so now. We cannot make our move until the time is right,” she explained at her son’s confused expression. “I will not see him torture you, any more than I would let him hurt Brax and he would use the mark to punish you. Now, have you made any progress with fixing the cabinet, my dear one?” she asked.
“I can’t, Mum…” Draco said, looking fearful; he wanted to help her and Brax so much but everything he tried failed. “I don’t think it’s possible,” he told her, “I need more time, I need help!” he exclaimed, his voice raising as he became a little panicked. They glanced towards Brax’s crib when they heard a small whine, but there was no further noise, and it seemed that the little boy hadn’t even woken properly.
“Ask Harry,” Narcissa suggested softly as she turned back to Draco, reaching out and cupping his cheek in her hand. “He might be able to help you,” she told him, smiling softly when her son leaned into her touch. “I know you will do what you must.” She knew they couldn’t leave yet, but it was becoming increasingly clear that she and Brax needed a way out; she just had to trust Draco to ensure they did.
“I wish you would just leave with me,” Draco said, a pleading looking in his eyes. “I hate the idea of leaving you here with Father.”
“He is not as bad as you believe him to be, Draco,” Narcissa said with a sigh. She remembered the man her husband had once been, and she still held a small hope that she might be able to save him yet; though that hope was fading each time Lucius broke through the wards and took his anger out on her.
“No he is far worse than you believe,” Draco retorted. “He has another son you know,” he blurted out suddenly. He hadn’t been at all sure whether or not he should mention Clay to his mother, but he loathed the way she still defended the man after everything. “Brax and I, we have an older half-brother.”
“Are you quite sure, Draco?” Narcissa asked, torn between surprise and scepticism. It wasn’t that she didn’t think that Lucius had been with other women, it had been widely rumoured that he had been involved with Chloe Wilshaw after all, but that had been back before their marriage and she had not thought Lucius careless enough to end up with a bastard child.
“I’m sure,” Draco said with a firm nod of his head and narrowed eyes that dared his mother to defend his father against this accusation. “His name is Clayton, he is a few weeks old than me. Lucius has never been the faithful husband you believed.”
Narcissa sighed, her brain going over the dates, the time scales. Draco had been conceived quickly and born early, and so she felt confident that this Clayton was a product of whatever Lucius had got up to before taking her hand; it didn’t really change anything either way now. “I don’t believe your father, despite his many other faults, has ever betrayed his vows to me,” she said firmly.
“But…” Draco started protest but his mother pressed a finger to his lips and he fell silent.
“I believe you, that he has another son, we both know there is no expectation for any man to be pure for their wife, but I am certain that your father has not been with another since our wedding,” Narcissa clarified. She was not going to get into the specifics on her and Lucius’ intimate relationship, nor her speculation of her husband’s past, but she did want Draco to at least understand and be clear on that much.
“You know who Clay’s mother is,” Draco said, his voice a little breathy with surprise, leaning back on the sofa somewhat and watching his mother as she gave him a sad smile and a small nod. He found himself curious but Clay had made it clear that he didn’t care about who his parents really were and so it felt wrong to ask.
“I have my suspicions,” Narcissa confirmed. She had heard that Chloe Wilshaw had had a child, around the same time Draco had been born, but the two of them had never moved in the same circles; Narcissa was fairly sure she remembered hearing that Chloe had left for Europe, but that would have been more than a decade ago.
“He’s friends with Harry,” Draco told her, “Clayton I mean. He is part of the Greyback pack. No idea how he ended up there, but he did.” Draco was starting to relax a little more; he didn’t know why the knowledge that his father hadn’t had an affair made him feel better, but it did. He smiled as Narcissa relaxed too, glad that she didn’t seem upset about Clayton.
“I am sure your father is very proud to have a werewolf for a son,” Narcissa said with a mildly amused smile on her lips. She was rather curious how the boy had come to be where he was, but it was not really any concern of hers and it wasn’t like she had any way to find out.
Draco laughed. “I don’t think Father even knew he existed,” he told her, “or at least not any details. He seemed genuinely surprised when I mentioned it and he even got quite upset.”
“Your father feels more than you believe him capable of,” Narcissa said firmly. She had always suspected that Lucius had been in love with someone else when they married and she felt certain now that it was Chloe; she couldn’t help but wonder if Lucius had known that he was leaving a child behind when he had taken their vows.
“Maybe,” Draco said sceptically, knowing he wouldn’t persuade his mother otherwise. “But I’m still going to get you away from here, you and Brax, I promise.”
“I know, my dragon,” she said, reaching out for her son and pulling him into her arms. “I have every faith in you,” she told him earnestly.

With all the updates we have given you lately, we have more or less drained our supply of pre-written chapters, however, we are very close to finishing the next one and will hopefully be able to write more soon, now that the madness of the holidays is mostly passed. In the meantime, please do take a moment to leave us a review, we would love to hear your thoughts.
Review Responses:
little panther - We can hardly believe we are up to chapter 74 either, the time (and writing) has gone so quickly (that we are over a million words is still amazing to me). Indeed, Jenson (and most of the pack, even if Lukas isn't aware of that) knows about Nell now, and Lukas is coming to realise that he is going to have to introduce her to them sooner rather than later. And yes, no feeling sorry for Umbridge, she made her bed, now she can lie in it, ^_^ Apologies about the delay with this update, but I hope you enjoyed it none-the-less.

Anon- Apologies; StrawberryGirl's young daughter fell sick, and then with alll the madness of the holiday season, the editing of the chapter to be posted wasn't able to happen, but we hope you will be happy to have a New Year's update instead of a christmas one.
- 74
- 75
- 76
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Fragmented Soul