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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Apologies for the delay in getting this out to you all, what with one thing and another it kept getting delayed. Hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 78 - Deception
The bell rang just as Clay reached the transfiguration classroom. Students began tumbling out of the door and it took a moment for him to spot Romy and grab hold of her. She looked rather startled at first but when she saw the distressed and rather manic look on her boyfriend’s face she began to worry.
“Harry… fight, Ron… bit Seamus… Hospital Wing,” Clay said in a panic. He had sprinted all the way from the dungeons and was a little out of breath, he was also very aware of the fact that they were not alone and he was trying to keep his panicked whispering down to a low level.
“What, slow down, what happened?” Romy asked, not having understood what was going on; all she could tell was that it was bad, really bad. It had to have been to have Clay worked up into such a state and the only thing she had processed from what he was telling her was that somehow Harry was involved.
“A fight, it got bad, Harry told me to run,” Clay said, a little clearer now but it was still obvious that he was panicking. Romy had understood that and could understand why her boyfriend was in such a state.
“Why, what did you do?” Romy asked with concern as Clay started to drag her in the direction of the hospital wing; now, understanding just how serious this was, she allowed herself to be taken. It was unusual for Clayton not to link their hands together but the urgency of the situation had not left much room for over thinking things and he had just taken her by the arm and started to run.
“I bit Seamus,” Clay said in his haste to get them moving. He needed to find Harry in the hospital wing, he needed to know how bad it was, if Seamus was going to be one of them. He had been so enraged and blinded by hate when it had happened that he couldn’t remember just how bad the bite had been and he was praying that it hadn’t been that bad, that Seamus would not turn.
“You idiot!” Romy said as his words sunk in and she quickened the pace. Both of them now running at full speed towards the hospital wing, which, considering they were werewolves, was pretty fast, and they didn’t much care for the students they knocked out of the way in the process either.
“I didn’t mean to!” Clay tried to say, feeling as if he had failed in some way; he had only just been reprieved from his Omega status and now he had done this. He had truly let his Alpha down and he would not be at all surprised if he was asked to leave the pack. By biting another student he could have seriously endangered, not only their pack, but their whole race. There was enough hatred against them as it was without mistakes like this being made.
“Where are they, where’s Harry?” Romy asked, realising that she was running and had no idea where she was going, she was simply following Clayton and trusting him to lead her in the right direction, which considering how panicked he was might not have been the best idea.
“He told me to run and get you and meet him in the hospital wing,” Clay said as the two of them rounded a corner and almost collided with a wall, they were going so fast. Romy was genuinely terrified of what might happen, she honestly thought that she might lose her boyfriend because of this. Fenrir would have to be told, the whole pack would be, and if the headmaster had his way then there was no doubt in Romy’s mind that the Ministry for Magic would have to step in too, which was never going to end well for Clayton.
FGHP
When the school owl had arrived in the clearing there had been jokes made about the frequency in which the headmaster was having to write to them, everyone was wondering what Harry and Clayton had done now. However, when the contents of the letter was read out no one dared to speak.
Fenrir was furious, as was Damon. All they knew was that a boy had been bitten at the school, and that Harry was taking the blame for it, claiming he had been the one to bite him.
Jenson had been told to remain with the pack, to protect them. Fenrir had given firm instructions that no one was to leave and that they should be on high alert while he and Damon were away but they had to go. Both of them had been summoned to the school as a matter of urgency.
Fenrir very much doubted that his little mate was responsible for this but he needed to find out what had happened and why, because if Clayton had lost his head and bitten a student then there was going to be hell to pay. Damon might be his best friend and he might even have cared for Clayton a great deal, but such behaviour could not go unpunished.
FGHP
The moment that Albus had been informed of the fight, thanks to one of the portraits alerting him to the situation, he had summoned not only Harry and Clayton’s guardian to the school but also Fenrir Greyback too. A student at the school had been bitten and currently he was unclear as to what had happened and why.
The urgent owl would not take long to arrive with the addressees of the letter and the headmaster was patiently awaiting their arrival in his office, before he would head to the hospital wing. He had already spoken to Poppy via floo and she had informed him that Seamus Finnegan had been the one bitten and he was in such a state of shock that she had had to give him a mild sleeping draft to calm him down enough to treat his arm.
The nurse had told him that Harry, Clayton and Romy were all present as well; they were apparently sat on one of the beds together waiting. It was as if the three of them knew what would have to happen next and were just waiting for the storm to start. They hadn’t even needed to be told that they had to remain there, they had just done it.
Fenrir and Damon arrived twenty minutes after the letter had been sent and none of them bothered with pleasantries as the headmaster escorted them down to the hospital wing so that they could talk things over.
Dumbledore was used to the teenagers running to their older pack members upon seeing them, being rejoiced at being reunited; however, as he entered the hospital wing with Greyback and Damon Danes, neither Harry, Clayton nor Romy moved, and they all sat in silence as Albus shut the doors and sealed them closed with magic so that they wouldn’t be interrupted.
“Please explain to me what happened,” Dumbledore said calmly, his eyes sweeping over the three students, his gaze lingering on Clayton accusingly; the headmaster knew that he was the one most likely to have lost control out of any of them.
Harry, however, was the one who stood up, looking to his mate somewhat apologetically before he said anything. “Ron, Dean and Seamus sabotaged my potion in class today,” he began to explain, “Professor Slughorn dismissed us all, sending Clayton and me to the hospital wing because he had been injured.”
“How did they sabotage your potion?” Dumbledore asked his voice still calm; he rather glad that only Harry was trying to explain and that he seemed rather calm and very composed as he was speaking.

“I cannot be sure what it was but they threw something into it and the potion exploded,” Harry said, he had still not looked away from Fenrir, who was standing just behind the headmaster listening to everything that was being said, as was Damon, though he was looking rather more concerned than the Alpha.
“Damn near killed us,” Clayton muttered somewhat bitterly, though Harry chose to ignore him and just continue.
“If it hadn’t been for Clayton’s quick thinking then I could have been very seriously injured from what they did,” Harry said, trying to gloss over what Clay had muttered, not wanting to make the situation any worse than it was already. “However, after all five of us were sent from the classroom, Ron goaded us into a fight.”
“And how may I ask did that happen?” Dumbledore asked patiently.
“The Gryffindor fifth years have managed to deduce what we are, they are threatening to expose us as Werewolves and they were using this knowledge to taunt us,” Harry said, still remaining very calm as he recounted the facts for the headmaster and for his Alpha.
“And how did Mr Finnegan end up being bitten?” Albus asked a little tiredly, as if he was already fed up of dealing with this.
“It was an accident,” Harry stated firmly. “We were all fighting, the five of us, I can’t even be sure of what happened myself. I was trying to defend Clayton as both Ron and Dean were punching him, Seamus just got in the way.”
“And that is how you are explaining it?” Dumbledore questioned with narrowed, suspicious eyes, not quite believing that this was the truth.
“It is what happened,” Harry said flatly. “I’m just telling you the events so that you are informed,” he replied coldly.
“You realise that this is grounds for expulsion,” Dumbledore said flatly; he had an inkling that this was not Harry’s doing at all but Clayton’s and that Harry was simply protecting his friend but he had no proof either way.
“If anyone should be expelled it’s me,” Harry said calmly.
“I can’t expel you and you know that,” Dumbledore snapped somewhat irritably as Harry said this to him. He was at his wit's end dealing with these uncouth creatures and he really didn’t want them at his school, he just wanted Harry.
“Yes you can, the vow doesn’t mean I have to stay in school,” Harry responded, knowing that expulsion was not the worst thing that could happen here. A werewolf had bitten a student, it was grounds for all sorts of magical enquiries and in normal circumstances they would have ended with the werewolf in question being incarcerated in Azkaban. Dumbledore was sure that Harry would have known this and that was exactly why he was taking the blame.
“Harry, a word” Fenrir said rather suddenly. The Alpha didn’t even bother to clear it with the headmaster before guiding his mate gently across the room to where they could have a more private discussion. However, neither of them missed the fact that Albus asked Poppy to summon Remus to them as well. “Did you bite that boy?” the Alpha asked in an urgent whisper, ensuring to keep his voice low.
“Can we not talk about this here?” Harry pleaded desperately, casting a glance over to where Clayton and Romy were still sitting on the bed, holding hands. It looked like Romy was crying a little as Damon wrapped his arms around her to try and comfort her.
“It’s important,” Fenrir said gently. He had the same inkling as the headmaster, thinking that it hadn’t been Harry at all but in fact Clayton and his little mate was trying to protect his friend.
“If it’s just between you and me then no, I didn’t,” Harry said with a sigh, making sure that no one could possibly overhear them. He really didn’t want Clayton getting into trouble over this, he knew that he might never see his pack brother again if the truth came out.
“Clay?” Fenrir asked, just to be sure. He couldn’t believe that it might Romy, she was just too gentle and the way that Harry had said things had happened, she wouldn’t even have been present. There was always Remus of course but he didn’t think that the older man would have done it, not with the guilt he already felt over accidentally biting Lukas.
“Yes but Dumbledore can’t know that, Dumbledore can’t touch me, he needs me, but Clay will have to go to the Ministry; he might be arrested or killed and I won’t let that happen,” Harry stated firmly, his voice still so quiet that it was barely audible as he looked up into his mates golden eyes pleadingly, needing for him to understand why it was that he was doing this.
“I know, little one,” Fenrir said with a sigh. There were no words for how he felt about his little mate right now, he just wanted to hold him close for doing what needed to be done and protecting their pack.
“Why did you need to know?” Harry asked curiously as Harry switched his gaze back to the other three pack members, where Damon had just dragged Clayton into a bone crushing hug just as Remus had arrived in the hospital wing looking rather panicked.
“If it had been you, the boy would not turn; only a dominant's bite is infectious outside of the full moon,” Fenrir explained with a sigh. There was a strong possibility that the boy that had been bitten would now turn; it would depend on the severity of the injuries, of course, but he doubted that in anger Clayton would have been gentle, especially not if he had been protecting Harry.
“Do you think he’ll turn?” Harry asked anxiously, looking over to where Seamus was still out for the count, which was possibly for the best considering. The Gryffindor's arms were heavily bandaged and he had had a fair few potions but not even potions were likely to help him now.
“There is a strong possibility,” Fenrir said, knowing that Harry deserved to know the truth on this matter. Harry had behaved in a mature fashion and had thought on his feet, taking charge when it needed to happen in order to protect the pack. Fenrir was proud of his little mate for what he had done and was rewarding him with honesty and so much more once they returned to the territory together.
“We won’t just abandon him, will we?" Harry asked. "His friends are awful but he’s never done anything against us,” he insisted, wanting to be sure his Alpha understood that. He could not recall a single instance where Seamus had instigated anything towards them. He had always been the one to walk away, caught up in a situation that he couldn’t control as his friends had full on attacked them. Harry wanted to make it very clear that although things had never been friendly, Seamus had never actually hurt them.
“If he turns we will help him,” Fenrir said with a sigh. He could only hope that Seamus was grown enough that he would not be a submissive. As a pack they did not need any more submissives. He could smell it on the boy, what he would have been if bitten young enough, but thankfully it was only boys bitten in childhood or very early on in puberty that had the chance to develop the submissive gene and develop the capability to carry a child.
“Thank you,” Harry said, fighting the urge to stand on his tip toes and kiss his mate. Instead he went to his side and leaned into him as they went to rejoin the others.
“Greyback, Harry,” Remus said a little tersely, the professor having arrived while they were talking. He was trying to remain aloof, as they didn’t want the headmaster figuring out how close they had all become, but his inner wolf was pushing him to be respectful to his Alphas.
“Professor Lupin,” Harry replied, hoping that Fenrir and Damon wouldn’t say anything to give away Remus’ position with them.
“Are we all in agreement that Mr Finnegan will likely turn next full moon?” the headmaster asked, seeing no reason not to make use of having three full grown werewolves at his disposal who would likely know more about such things than he ever would.
“We think so,” Harry answered before anyone else had the chance; Damon and Remus had not been told of who had truly bitten Seamus and Fenrir was just likely to be rude and blunt to the headmaster in a way that probably wasn’t helpful at the moment. For once Harry actually needed Dumbledore on side, as much as that irked him.
“The arrangements will need to be made,” the headmaster said with a firm nod of his head. He was not in the habit of arranging the affairs of these creatures and he wouldn’t start now. He might not have been able to directly hurt any of them but that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for them.
“He will come with us,” Damon said, looking to Fenrir for confirmation. He honestly thought that this would be the best option; however even Fenrir and Harry didn’t think that this was a great idea, knowing that if Seamus didn’t turn for whatever reason that it would be too dangerous to have a human in the territory when they turned.
It wasn’t them that the Alpha pair were concerned about hurting Seamus, they could curb their natural instincts, especially with Fenrir guiding them all; however, if Seamus ran into the strays then there was no telling what might happen to him.
“And if he doesn’t turn?” Remus asked, getting to the point of what Harry and Fenrir had both been thinking. “We can’t allow you to take him to the pack without knowing for certain; it would be too dangerous. How about the shrieking shack?” the professor suggested, turning to Dumbledore.
“And where would you propose you spend the full moon, Remus?” the headmaster asked curiously. “We can no more allow you to be around him than the Greyback pack,” he pointed out. Remus’ idea had merit, but they would need to find alternative arrangements for the professor in that case.
“You can spend the full moon with us,” Harry added, perhaps a little more eagerly than he had meant to. “It isn’t like there is a risk of us turning you,” he added a little more seriously.
Remus looked nervous, hesitant at the suggestion, but he already knew that this would be what happened. Not only was it the most practical suggestion but he could feel his instincts pushing him towards agreeing, because the idea of a full moon in the territory was undeniably appealing on some level, even if his mind was telling him he wasn’t ready.
“I am not sure…” the headmaster started to say, not keen to encourage Remus and Harry’s bond to grow any more. The last thing he needed was for Remus’ loyalties to switch to the Greyback pack.
“Okay, I’ll do it,” Remus agreed, looking Fenrir in the eye. He was not going to let Dumbledore dictate this to him, and that the headmaster was seemingly against it actually only made it all the more appealing, no matter how childish that thought might be.
“Excellent,” Damon said, “well that settles that then.” He was rather amused by how put-out the headmaster was looking at the moment, and genuinely pleased that the professor would be joining them; there was no doubt in his mind, or any of the pack members', that Remus belonged with them.
“And what about me?” Harry asked, looking to Dumbledore. “Am I expelled?” he questioned. There was definitely part of him that hoped he was, that the headmaster would simply tell him that he was to leave the school and not return, but he didn’t think that was likely.
“No,” Dumbledore said bluntly, an annoyed look on his face. What he really wanted to do was throw the others from his school, have Harry remain, and be done with all this, but there was no doubt that Greyback would take Harry away too then. Of course the teenager would still have to help against Tom, but it would certainly complicate matters more than they already had been.
“You know you want to, Sir,” Harry goaded, “it would get us all out of your precious school and you’d still have me bound to end the war because of the vow.”
The headmaster had to admit that it really was very tempting, but no, for the moment he was determined to keep Harry close, to keep the boy on task and close at hand. “You’ll stay,” he stated firmly.
“Gee, Headmaster, I never knew you cared so much,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes as he turned his head into Fenrir and inhaled his scent. Harry had seriously been hoping that he would have been expelled and allowed to go home but clearly Dumbledore had other plans.
“I want to take them home,” Fenrir said, thinking that he needed to talk to the three pups privately, especially Clayton.
“No,” Dumbledore said firmly, “there have been too many trips home of late; your full moon is approaching in two weeks, I will allow them home for that as agreed but they will not be going again.”
“Are you going to stop me?” Fenrir growled, having had enough of the meddling headmaster to last him a lifetime. As the Alpha of a pack he was not accustomed to hearing his requests denied, though his life with Harry was certainly getting him more used to it.
“Fen,” Harry said gently, “it’s okay, it’s only two weeks,” he said, looking up at his Alpha, pleading with him silently to calm down. The last thing they needed was for Fenrir to kill Dumbledore, however much they all wanted it to happen.
Knowing just how to calm himself, Fenrir hoisted Harry up off his feet and held him close, burying his face in the crook of his submissive’s neck, inhaling the calming scent and enjoying the feeling of having Harry cling to him.
“Will Harry receive any punishment?” Damon asked, he still had Clay and Romy clinging to him desperately and he didn’t mind in the slightest. It was actually rather nice to have the two pups so close, he just wished that Harry could have been with him too but he understood that Harry needed to be with Fenrir.
“Detention,” Dumbledore stated. “With me,” he added, resisting the urge to smirk slightly at the disgruntled expression on Harry’s face when the teenager turned in Greyback’s arms to look at him. “Each night for the rest of the week.”
“Yes, sir,” Harry agreed grumpily. He knew that he had gotten away lightly, that things could be unimaginably worse, and he had no regrets about protecting Clayton the way he had, but detention with Dumbledore was really going to suck.
FGHP
It had been a painful goodbye when Fenrir and Damon had had to leave the school. None of them had wanted to be separated and so Harry, Clayton and Romy had walked Fenrir and Damon to the headmaster’s study so that the two of them could floo back to Lukas’ home.
It was quite clear that Clayton was still very shaken by what had happened, by what he had done, and he was clinging to Romy like a life-line as he watched his father and Alpha leave. Harry quickly took up Clay’s other side, knowing that his friend needed the comfort more than any of them.
“I understand that you were supposed to have detention with Professor McGonagall around now,” Dumbledore said, turning the attention of the three pups back to him. “I am sure that one of the other teachers will be perfectly happy to accommodate you at another time,” he said with a slightly sinister smile. “I will ask them to be in touch to let you know.”
“Thanks,” Harry said sarcastically, leading his pack siblings towards the door out of the office.
“Oh, and Harry,” Dumbledore said, causing the teenager to stop just short of the door, “I will see you here this evening, straight after dinner.”
“After I’ve had my dinner,” Harry said stiffly, “after all you wouldn’t want to deny any of your students food now would you.”
“Of course,” Dumbledore said with false sweetness. He was a little tired of Harry’s attitude but he had at least got what he needed, which was time alone with Harry.
“Come on,” Romy said, sending a glare at the headmaster, “let’s go and get some lunch.” Though, truthfully, she was more concerned with having some time with her pack brothers to talk to them about what had happened and also to calm Clayton down; it was clear that he was in shock and needed a minute or ten to calm himself down.
Hurrying away from the headmaster, the three werewolves headed in the direction of their forest room. They needed some privacy so that they could talk things over and this was the place they were going to get it.
“You guys go ahead,” Harry said, “I won’t be long, I’m just going to go and get some food for us.”
“Harry,” Romy said quickly, before her pack brother could run off. “Avoid the Great Hall until we know how things stand; don’t go in there alone.”
Harry nodded, realising that she was right. “I won’t,” he promised, “and don’t worry, I’ll be back.” As he said this he gave her a quick kiss to the cheek and put a hand on Clay’s arm. “It’s going to be alright,” he assured him before running off towards the kitchen as fast as he could.
FGHP
It wasn’t until Harry was on his way back from the kitchens, a basket of food in hand that he ran into trouble; though it wasn’t trouble that he couldn’t get out of at least. However, Draco did look utterly furious.
“Is it true?” Draco demanded. He had been on his way down from the owlrey, where he had gone to send off a letter to his father and the Dark Lord, saying that Harry was denying being pregnant, when he had heard the rumours about what had happened.
He had gone straight to the hospital wing then, but there was no sign of Harry or Clayton, or even Romy, though he had spotted Finnegan on one of the beds. He had hurried off then, to go in search of the werewolves, but couldn't find any of them in any of the logical places, and he had no idea where the werewolves had been sleeping. Figuring they would need to eat, and probably also want to avoid the Great Hall, he had tried the kitchens.
“Is what true?” Harry asked with a sigh, though he already knew what it was likely to be about. If Draco had heard already then it was likely the whole school knew by now, which meant the entire student body likely knew what they were as well.
“That you bit Finnegan,” Draco asked harshly, glaring at Harry accusingly. He wanted to know; he hated that he had put so much trust in this young man, thinking that Harry was righteous in some way despite what he was. He had had so much hope that Harry would have been able to defeat Voldemort but now this…
“Yes,” Harry said, knowing that even with Draco he would have to keep up the pretence. The relationship between Draco and Clayton was fragile enough already, Harry didn’t want to damage it any further by telling Draco the truth. There was also the danger of course that Voldemort would look inside of Draco’s head and therefore this was the best plan for all involved.
“I trusted you! I let the Dark Lord brand me because of you!” Draco raged, though not losing control enough that he raised his voice; he wasn’t stupid enough to go shouting that particular fact for all the school to hear but he needed to know just how much he had suffered through to aid Harry.
“You what?” Harry asked in shock, unsure if he had heard correctly. He didn’t want to think that Draco had been branded by Voldemort, that he had suffered that because of him.
“He didn’t believe I was loyal to him so he made me take his mark,” Draco snapped angrily. He still could barely believe it had actually happened, but he had invested most of his plan for saving his family on Harry’s shoulders. “Now you do this, what the hell?!” the blond demanded to know.
“It was an accident,” Harry said, rather taken aback by Draco’s anger, not to mention that he was completely caught off guard by the revelation that Draco now had the Dark Mark.
“How is biting anyone an accident?” Draco asked furiously, waving his arms in complete disbelief. He was starting to wonder if his father had at least been right on this, that werewolves were all just monsters. He didn’t want to believe that about Harry, or Clayton for that matter, but it was difficult to deny given what they had done to Finnegan.
“It just was!” Harry shouted back, frustrated that his friend was seemingly turning on him now. He trusted Draco, he thought they were friends, but the blond had apparently been hiding just how deep in Voldemort’s pocket he was.
“You were meant to be the answer to all of this mess!” Draco exclaimed, turning his back on Harry and crossing his arms over his chest, unable to look at him at the moment. He knew he could always return his loyalty to Voldemort and his father, but he just didn’t want to; he wanted for Harry to save them. “You were meant to help,” he said a little more quietly.
“I am helping!” Harry insisted, dropping his basket of food to the floor and stepping around Draco, wanting to look him in the eye if they were going to have this out here and now. He had never wanted to be any part of this war, but he was, and he cared about Draco and was going to do everything he could to get Draco, his mother and Brax out of it safely. They were his family through both his father, and through Clay.
“No, you’re making things worse!” Draco insisted, shaking his head. He felt completely betrayed, and he felt like a fool for having put his trust in anyone but himself.
“I’m sorry, I really am trying,” Harry said, reaching out and taking hold of Draco’s arms. He didn’t want things between them to fall apart and he hadn’t really realised how much Draco had come to mean to him until it seemed he might lose him and his trust. “Tell me what else I can do and I’ll do it,” Harry insisted seriously, looking Draco in the eye.
“Help me save my mum and brother,” Draco stated without hesitation. That was all he really wanted at the moment, “before they’re killed by him,” he added a little desperately.
“Fine, I’ll do it,” Harry said confidently; it was, after all, what he wanted too. Brax was as much Clay’s brother as Draco was, not to mention that Brax and Narcissa Malfoy were innocent in all this, and they clearly meant everything to Draco. “What do you need?” he asked.
“I need a cabinet fixed,” Draco told him, remembering his mother’s advice to ask Harry for help. He hadn’t come to talk to Harry about this, but he knew now that he had to try.
“A cabinet?” Harry asked with confusion. He was a little baffled by such a request, but if that really was going to help Draco then he would see what he could do.
“A vanishing cabinet, magical portal like thing,” Draco clarified. If he could just get that cabinet fixed then he would rest a lot easier knowing that he could get his mother and Brax out at just a moment’s notice.
Harry nodded, as he bit his lip pensively for a few moments, before realising something and feeling a bit daft for not thinking of it sooner. “I think I know just the werewolf,” he said, breaking into a smile.
“Not another werewolf!” Draco said with a sigh.
“Yes and I’ll be able to talk to him next full moon,” Harry told him confidently. He had no doubt that Jenson would definitely be the man to talk to regarding this. Magical Artefacts were the man’s speciality after all.
FGHP
“I didn’t mean to,” Clay said again for the third time in the last five minutes. He felt so guilty; he couldn’t believe that he had lost his temper so very badly, bad enough to actually bite Seamus.
“I know,” Romy said calmly. They were sat in the forest room, Clay leaning against a tree, while Romy cuddled into his side, her arms around his waist.
“I’m going to be asked to leave the pack,” Clay said with tears streaming down his cheeks, “I’ve fucked up too many times.”
“You’re not going to be…” Romy started to say but she was quickly interrupted.
“I bit someone, if he turns into a werewolf… or worse, if he dies! Not everyone survives the bite. I can’t live with that, I can’t live knowing I killed him.” By this point Clayton was in such a state that Romy knew there wouldn’t be any way to calm him down and she was glad that it was just the two of them.
“Clayton,” Romy said fiercely, “Clayton, you stop this right now!” she demanded of him, turning around so that she was knelt in front on him and grabbing hold of her boyfriend by the arms. “I love you and we’re going to get through this, we’re going to get you through this because we’re going to do it together.”
“And I’m going to help,” Harry said as he came back into the room. He had intended to tell them about the conversation that he had just had with Draco but he could see that this was clearly not the time.
“How are you going to help if the Ministry turn up and try to take me away?” Clay demanded to know, feeling quite hysterical.
“No one has any idea that it was even you who did it,” Harry told him firmly, putting the basket of food down and coming over to kneel next to Romy, looking Clayton in the eye. “No one outside of the pack will ever know that it was you. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Clayton Danes?” Harry asked seriously.
“But what if they take you away?” Clayton asked in a sudden panic.
“You think Dumbledore would let them?” Harry asked, trying to calm his friend the best way he knew how and that was just to state facts that Clay couldn’t deny to be true. “I’m too valuable to that meddling bastard. We’re all going to be fine, understand?”
Clay nodded a little dumbly. He was glad that Harry had done what he had, had taken the blame, even if that was yet another thing for him to feel guilty for. He understood enough to know exactly why Harry had done it though and knew that his friend might well have saved his life with that momentary decision to take responsibility.
“Thanks, Harry,” Clay said quietly. “I really do love you,” he said earnestly, pulling Harry into a tight hug when Romy moved out of the way, smiling at the pair of them fondly.
Harry snorted in amusement. “Yeah, I love you too, you great idiot,” he said affectionately. “Now, how about we eat something,” he suggested, pulling back and turning to get the food, smiling to himself and pretending not to notice the kiss that Romy pressed to Clay’s lips.
FGHP
The whole pack was on edge as they waited for Fenrir and Damon to return with news and hopefully some kind of explanation about what had actually happened. Jenson was particularly anxious as he had not been allowed to go; he knew that whatever had happened had more to do with the two boys but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about his little girl.
With the crack of apparition announcing the return of Fenrir and Damon, everyone was up and on their feet, desperate to know what had happened and if everything was alright.
“Stay in the clearing,” Jenson barked out firmly, catching the back of Micha’s jumper before the submissive could go running off towards the apparition point alone. Niko giggled at the pout of Micha’s face. The young dominant too was keen to hear news of what had happened at the school, very aware of the tension in the pack. More to the point Micha had just wanted to see his mate.
They all waited rather impatiently for Fenrir and Damon to return to them, which they did a few moments later, heading straight for the fire where the rest of the pack were gathered, eagerly anticipating any news.
“Report,” Fenrir barked, wanting to know if anything had happened in the territory before they got into what had happened at the school. He was rather concerned that this might cause another fight between Jenson and Damon too so he was determined to keep the two of them separate.
“Nothing, it’s quiet here,” Jenson said quickly. “What happened at the school?” he asked with concern.
“First, Damon sit over there with Micha in your lap, Jenson opposite side of the fire with Callie, now,” Fenrir instructed with a firm tone. He couldn’t deal with the two of them fighting today, not with everything else that was going on. The two of them frowned at their Alpha in confused but complied none the less, both snuggling their mates close.
“Are the pups okay?” Callie asked, from where she was now sat on Jenson’s lap, enjoying the moment to just relax against him, even though she was worried about her daughter, Harry and her nephew.
“Fine,” Fenrir grunted out. “Clay bit a boy; Harry claimed it was him to protect Clay,” he explained, summarising quickly, not really wanting to go over it all again. He was disappointed in Clay, particularly given he had just removed him from the position of Omega, but he was also sure that the young dominant had been attempting to protect Harry.
It seemed clear to Fenrir that the task of protecting his young mate was too much for Clayton and Romy to handle on their own. He was now determined that Damon would have to go and fetch Robin and bring her to the pack because they needed someone else at Hogwarts, and Niko was too young, and Jaylon too unstable.
“Clay bit someone?” Micha exclaimed, turning to look at his mate for confirmation. Damon nodded sadly, still unable to believe that his precious son had done such a thing, even if it had been an accident. Fenrir had explained to him what Harry had confirmed to the Alpha quietly in the hospital wing as they made their way back to the clearing, but Damon had pretty much worked that out for himself already.
“And you see now why I don’t want him with our daughter?” Jenson snarled at Callie, still holding her close. “He is clearly unstable.” He rather thought it was wise of Fenrir to have separated him and Damon using Callie and Micha, because he really did want to get up and make it perfectly clear to Damon exactly what he thought of his son.
“He isn’t unstable,” Callie told her mate firmly, not liking the way that Jenson was talking about her nephew. “He is a young dominant werewolf, and I have yet to meet a grown up dominant who didn’t have anger issues, let alone one who is dealing with teenage hormones at the same time.”
“Humph,” Jenson grumbled, not missing the insult in his mate’s words. Given that he had just been thinking about how he would like to punch both Damon and Clay he could hardly argue against her point. “It is those teenage hormones that make me worry about him around our little girl.”
“Romy is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, Jenson, and if I ever hear you imply otherwise, particularly in her hearing range, then you and me are going to have serious issues,” Callie told her mate firmly. There was no way she was going to ever let Romy believe she was anything less than she was, not because of her biology as a submissive and certainly not because of all the horrible things others had done to her.
“I wouldn’t, I know,” Jenson said, feeling somewhat cowed by his usually quiet, submissive mate. He knew that Callie was strong, just like Romy, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted to keep them both safe from the evils of the world. He never wanted for Romy to doubt herself though and he knew he would have to, to some extent, trust her to make those choices for herself.
“Damon, what we discussed, it needs to happen,” Fenrir said cryptically.
“Fenrir…” Damon said, wanting to stand up and go and talk to his friend, make him see reason but with Micha snuggled on his lap, touching and stroking things that shouldn’t be touched or stroked in a public place, Damon was a little suck where he was.
“No, we need her,” Fenrir said firmly.
“Her?” Tessie asked hopefully, thinking that maybe they meant her little sister. It was a slim hope but the Alpha had promised to help get Jilly out of the hell she was currently living in.
“Another teenager,” Damon said, realising that they couldn’t keep it from the rest of the pack any longer. Soon enough she would be amongst them, there was very little point in keeping it a secret from them now, not if Fenrir was serious about bringing her here within the next few days. “I have a business meeting in a couple days, I’ll take Micha and we’ll fetch her then. Is that soon enough?”
Fenrir grunted and nodded. He knew that they probably wouldn’t be able to send Robin to Hogwarts before the next full moon anyway, and that would still give them some time to settle her within the pack before then. He didn’t like waiting, it was something that he had never been good at, but he agreed that it made sense for Damon to fetch her while he was already away from the territory.
Callie was watching her brother and Fenrir talk, but her attention was mostly on Tessie; she could see how sad her fellow submissive looked, even from where she was sat a little way away, and she thought that she knew why too. However, there was nothing that she could do to comfort her; Callie feared that if she moved from her mate’s lap then Jenson was going to do something to hurt Damon, she could practically feel the anger radiating from him. Thankfully though, Jaylon seemed to have picked up on Tessie’s sadness and had leaned into her side, giving her a hug.
Niko didn’t really understand the implications of what had happened today, he could only sense the tension between the pack members and so he got to his feet, heading over to Fenrir and throwing his arms around the Alpha’s waist.
“What are you doing?” the Alpha asked, a little bemused by the small child that was in his charge now and was even practically an adopted son because of the bond that the ten year old seemed to have with his mate.
“If Harry was here he would hug you,” Niko said, still not letting go. “He’s not here so I’m hugging you.” It seemed pretty obvious to the ten year old that the Alpha had needed that affection, and he didn’t think that it was right that Fenrir only got hugs when Harry was home.
“Come, we’re going hunting,” Fenrir said as he finally managed to detach the ten year old. At this, Niko’s face lit up, clearly excited at the prospect of hunting with the Alpha.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Niko said, hugging Fenrir again; the Alpha just looked completely bemused by this, it was only hunting. All the dominants needed to learn so he didn’t understand why Niko was so excited.
Damon couldn’t help but snigger a little; his best friend just didn’t seem to understand that Niko saw Fenrir as a father figure, which only made sense considering the young dominant saw Harry as a maternal figure. It was just that Fenrir was yet to figure that out.
FGHP
Wanting to make it perfectly clear that Dumbledore was not his priority, Harry leisurely ate his dinner with Romy, Clayton, Draco and Theo at the Slytherin table. Luna also joined them but she was the only one. News of what they were had spread across the school like wildfire, though apart from a few snide comments no one really knew how to act towards them, many of the students clearly thinking it was just a stupid rumour.
“Draco, make sure that Clay and Romy are okay for me, I have to go,” Harry said, knowing that he had procrastinated enough and now he just wanted to get the detention over with.
“Where are you going?” Theo asked; he had been told about what had happened and what had happened to Seamus but his loyalty had not changed, he wanted to see Voldemort destroyed and he knew that Harry was the best and probably the only way to have that happen.
“Detention with the Headmaster,” Harry said with a sigh as he got to his feet, placing a soft kiss to Romy’s cheek and giving Clay a huge hug. “Stay out of trouble, all of you,” he said with a smile, ruffling at Clay’s hair before he headed for the door.
“Come on,” Draco said once Harry had left, “if we stay here much longer then something is bound to go wrong. Let’s go back to Slytherin common room for a while, no one is likely to turn on you there.”
“Yeah, maybe watching me kick your arse at pool, Draco, will help Clay quit this grump of his,” Theo commented with a smile, before turning to the Ravenclaw sat with them. “You joining us, Luna?” he asked.
“Oh,” she said, looking a little surprised. “That sounds lovely,” she commented, getting to her feet, and linking her arm through Theo’s, causing him to look at her with confusion, before the group of them headed for the door.
FGHP
“Good evening, Harry,” Dumbledore greeted with a stern expression on his face as the teenager entered his office. Harry said nothing, and simply stood close to the doorway awaiting instruction. He would accept his punishment, without complaint, but he wasn’t going to make this easier on the headmaster than need be. “Have a seat,” the headmaster instructed after a few moments of awkward silence, gesturing to the chair across his desk from him.
Harry did as instructed, remaining silent as he moved across the room and took a seat. He sat upright, his back straight, his knees together and his hands in his lap, remembering the instructions his father had always given him when he was in trouble. He kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, though not quite meeting the headmaster’s eye; he hoped that Dumbledore wasn’t foolish enough to try and look into his head at this point, but he wouldn’t put it past the man, and he simply couldn’t afford to risk letting him see the truth about who had bitten Seamus.
“I was rather hoping we could have an honest discussion about what happened earlier today,” the headmaster said, leaning forward slightly on his desk, and fixing Harry with stare.
“I already explained to you what happened,” Harry stated simply. He wasn’t surprised that the headmaster hadn’t completely believed that it had been Harry to bite Seamus, but he was somewhat bewildered that Dumbledore thought he was just going to admit to it having been Clayton now.
“You do not need to lie here, Harry,” the headmaster said gently, softening his expression. “We both know that you would not have bitten Mr Finnegan.”
“It was an accident, sir,” Harry stated flatly. He hadn’t been sure what he had been expecting in this detention but it hadn’t been this.
“Harry…” Dumbledore said with obviously restrained frustration. He had not met anyone quite so frustrating since James Potter and Sirius Black had been at the school, and it seemed that the combination of James’ genetics and Severus’ parenting had given Harry the ability to drive him to his wit’s end even with the simplest of statements.
“So what would happen if I told you it was Romy or Remus or Clay?” Harry asked, getting annoyed with the headmaster’s determination. “What would happen to them? Do you honestly think that I’m stupid? I won’t let any of my pack take the blame for what I did, it’s not how our family works.”
“It seems that it is,” the headmaster said with annoyance, hating that Harry was so blatantly lying straight to his face; though admittedly there was something about the teenager’s resilience that he couldn’t help but admire. “I know that you are covering for Mr Danes.”
“Do you? What did Seamus have to say about it?” Harry asked, partly out his own curiosity; if there was anyone who could complicate matters it would be him. It had seemed as though Seamus had been buying that it had been Harry who had bitten him so far though.
“He said that he couldn’t be certain,” Dumbledore told him, a frown on his face. He had been hopeful when the teenager had woken up, that he might be able to confirm that it had been Clayton, but Seamus had seemed quite convinced it was Harry, even if he had admitted that it had been a confusing fight.
“Well then you are going to have to trust me, headmaster,” Harry said, trying to keep from looking too smug about that. There was something about satisfying about seeing the normally very composed Dumbledore so close to losing his temper.
“I should just expel him,” the headmaster said, half to himself, and half as a threat to the boy across from him. He knew it was Clayton who had bitten Seamus, and even if he couldn’t turn the boy over to the Ministry, because he had no proof, he still had the authority to throw him out of Hogwarts.
“We’ve been over this,” Harry said, with a put-upon sigh. “If he goes so do I,” he stated, reminding the headmaster exactly the way that this was going to work. Harry knew that it was ultimately Dumbledore’s choice, but if the headmaster wanted Clay gone then he had to accept that Harry would leave too.
“You still have the vow to uphold,” Dumbledore reminded him, as though that might be something that Harry could have forgotten.
“Yeah,” Harry admitted, leaning forward on his chair slightly, smirking a little. “But that doesn’t mean I have to be in this school,” he pointed out.
“You would not leave,” the headmaster rebutted confidently, “your ‘father’ is here.” The vow would, of course, hold Harry to his word, but it was still helpful to have Severus as leverage to get what he wanted; not that he would be foolish enough to overplay his hand on that.
“And he’ll still be here whether I’m here or not, I’ll still get to see him and he’ll still be protected. There was nothing in the vow that said I had to stay at this school, so don’t push me, Dumbledore,” Harry warned, before adding, “you won’t like me when I’m angry,” with a little chuckle to himself, having been unable to help himself.
“I am guessing that is some form of muggle reference,” Dumbledore said with a tired sigh at Harry’s smirk. It was hardly the first time that Harry had used such references but it was still just as frustrating to have the boy making remarks that he didn’t fully understand.
“Yeah, don’t strain yourself trying to understand, Professor,” Harry said with a dismissive shrug, “wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He kind of hoped that Dumbledore would go and look some of his references up, because the idea of the headmaster reading comics was just too amusing. “So are we just going to sit here and annoy each other all evening, or did you have a plan for this detention?” Harry asked after a few moments of the headmaster glaring at him.
“I want you to tell me the truth,” Dumbledore said, still determined to have Harry admit what he was certain had really happened earlier that day.
“I’ve told you the truth,” Harry said with a sigh. “Now either get me to do lines or something or let me go, I’m bored. Or we can even just sit here in silence and both be bored, but I am done with this ridiculous questions which I have already answered repeatedly.”
“Very well,” Dumbledore said pulling out a piece of parchment and holding out a quill. “You will write 'I will not lie about biting students', fifty times I think.”
“Seriously?” Harry asked unable to help it when he laughed a little. The headmaster really was an extraordinarily childish man for someone so old, he thought. “As long as it’s not an Umbridge quill then fine.”
“An Umbridge quill?” Dumbledore asked curiously.
“Oh like you didn’t know,” Harry said bitterly. He was fairly certain that the headmaster was aware of most things that went on in the castle, he wouldn’t actually be surprised if Dumbledore knew about their forest room; though admittedly Harry had never really been given cause to believe that the headmaster actually did.
“Please enlighten me,” Dumbledore said calmly, hopeful that Harry was actually going to explain himself because he honestly wasn’t sure what it was that the teenager was referring too.
“Gee you really are a fucking idiot,” Harry said offering his scarred hand out for the headmaster to look at. “You’re not the first one to get me to write lines, Sir.”
“I was not aware of this,” the headmaster said, genuinely rather shocked as he looked at Harry’s scarred hand. “But now that I am,” he went on, looking up at Harry, “I will endeavour to stop it.”
“Of course you will,” Harry said with a roll of his eyes, not believing the headmaster for even a moment, “good luck with that.”
FGHP
By the time that Harry had finished with Dumbledore, after all the banter and he had finished his lines, it was rather late. However, that was actually kind of perfect because there was something that he wanted to do and he didn’t want anyone else around while he did it.
Rather than going straight back to his forest room, where Romy and Clayton were likely finding some way to occupy their time while they waited for him to return, Harry headed for the hospital wing, wanting to see Seamus.
Poppy was in her office clearly sleeping when Harry snuck inside, making sure that he remained quiet as he tiptoed over to Seamus’ bed where he found that the Irishman was already awake and had been crying.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked in a whisper, getting Seamus’ attention. The Gryffindor turned his head to see who it was and didn’t seem startled at all to see that it was Harry.
“I don’t know,” Seamus responded half heartedly. No one had come to visit him, none of his supposed Gryffindor friends had bothered themselves to come anywhere near him since he had been admitted.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said with a sigh, knowing that saying it wasn’t going to make it all better; he had said it a few times now and it didn’t seem to be doing any good. “For what it’s worth, this wasn’t intentional,” he added as he took a seat next to Seamus’ bed, intending to talk to him for a little while.
“You’re not the one that bit me,” Seamus said quietly, turning his head so that he could more fully see Harry. He was rather keen to talk to him too.
“You remember?” Harry asked with wide eyes, definitely surprised to hear the Irishman say that. “Dumbledore said that you’d told him it wasn’t very clear what had happened.”
“Yes, I remember,” Seamus said, wanting to make it clear that he wasn’t stupid, he knew what had happened and he knew that Harry had jumped in for whatever reason to protect his friend. It was a loyalty and a friendship that was seemingly lacking between him and the other Gryffindors.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Harry asked in bewilderment, starting to think that he had seriously misjudged Seamus.
“I figured that you had your reasons for saying it was you,” Seamus said, trying to shrug, though it didn’t come off very well considering he was in a bed, but he figured Harry got the idea.
“I did, thank you for not saying anything,” Harry told him earnestly, smiling at the Gryffindor. He only wished that there was some way to truly show how much he appreciated the fact that Seamus hadn’t said anything. If the Irishman had wanted to then he could have made life very difficult for them and yet he hadn’t, despite what had been done to him.
“What happens now?” Seamus asked. He was curious, he had been unconscious for a lot of the talks and conversations but he knew that there was a good chance that he was now a werewolf; Madame Pomfrey had informed him as such. She had also told him that he would be spending the next full moon in the shrieking shack, just in case he turned, which was a horrifying thought all on its own.
“We see if you turn,” Harry said sadly, he almost wished that Seamus wouldn’t, just to make his life easier but he knew, just from what Fenrir had said, that it was unlikely that he wouldn’t turn. Fenrir had said it would depend on the severity of the bite but Harry had seen it, he knew just how bad it had been and there was no doubt in his mind.
“And if I do?” Seamus asked, concerned about what would happen to him. The Gryffindors had already turned their back on him it seemed, time would only tell what his family did but he knew what his mother was like and he didn’t hold out much hope for what they would think on the matter.
“You’d be part of our family, our pack, there is no question, being bitten by one of us… we wouldn’t let you suffer,” Harry said with utter certainty. He had already made sure that Fenrir wouldn’t turn him away so he could tell Seamus this with certainty now.
“You’d do that?” Seamus asked, confused as to why anyone would simply allow a stranger, someone they hardly knew to just be accepted into their family, which by all accounts was very close from what he had seen of Harry, Romy and Clayton.
“Yes,” Harry stated simply. “You think I never noticed but you never wanted to fight us, not like Ron did; you honestly don’t have to but the option will be there for you,” he told him honestly. “No one is going to force it on you though,” he said with a small smile. He wanted to make sure that Seamus didn’t feel trapped; Harry wanted to make sure that he knew he had choices.
“And you can honestly say that your Alpha will just accept me?” Seamus asked; he had no idea who Harry’s Alpha might be but with talk of a pack he knew that he would have one. Seamus wasn’t stupid after all, he knew that Alpha wolves were not exactly pushovers, they were violent and brutal.
“Our Alpha isn’t like other Alphas, let’s just say he’s my snuggle bunny,” Harry said with a small smile. He knew that many people feared Fenrir, and rightfully so to some extent, but if Seamus really was going to be pack then the Gryffindor would never have cause to fear the Alpha.
“You’re an Alpha mate?” Seamus asked in shock as Harry nodded. He didn’t really know a great deal about werewolf packs but enough to know that being an Alpha’s mate was considered a fairly serious thing, and made Harry very important within their family. It certainly went some way to explaining why the other two followed him around as they tended to.
“Yeah, I am and that’s why I know with certainty that our Alpha will accept you,” Harry said with a huge grin. He was finding that he actually rather liked Seamus now that he could spend some time with him, without Ron there to piss him off or cause trouble. “Basically it will be your choice,” Harry reiterated, “and we will do what we can to help you, whatever that might be.”
“I don’t know yet,” Seamus told him honestly, still not sure that the reality of it had sunk it, “but I will let you know. And if I have questions…”
“Then feel free to come and ask,” Harry told him with a wry smile. “Been doing this whole werewolf thing since before I was two, think I have most of it figured out; and anything I can’t answer, I know people who almost certainly can,” he assured him. “Oh and if the Gryffindors give you trouble…”
“I am betting Ron and Dean won’t want to be around me anymore,” Seamus said a bit miserably.
“Possibly not,” Harry said sadly, “but you’re not in this alone,” he promised.
“Well no offence, but right now I would quite like to be on my own for a bit,” Seamus said, giving Harry a slightly apologetic half smile.
“Yeah, no, it’s fine, I get that,” Harry said getting to his feet. “I really am sorry though, I’ll talk to you soon,” he said before turning to leave the medical wing. He sort of wished he could stay and talk to Seamus more, but he would respect his wishes. Soon they might have ample amounts of time to talk because it was possible Seamus might be one of them.

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Littlepanther - Well that is the question. They don't know for certain what will happen to Seamus and will have to wait for the full moon to find out for certain. Robin is a couple of chapters away yet, but her introduction has been written. Sirius is pretty much the same, still stuck exactly where we left him, alive but being toyed with by the deatheaters. And same with Severus, he is exactly where we left him, still in a coma. They will both likely remain this way for some time.
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