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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Another update, probably quicker than we usually would do, but this is by special request from one of our facebook followers. Our thoughts are with you, Hélène, hope this helps you through today. Hope you all enjoy this extra update.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 79 - Rejection
“You doing okay?” Harry asked Clay as the two of them were pulling on their school robes. Clay had slept rather fitfully between Harry and Romy, and they were both rather worried about him; he had barely said anything to either of them all morning, simply pressing a kiss to Romy’s lips and one to the top of Harry’s head before climbing out of bed.
“I’m fine,” Clay said bluntly, though there was no heat in his words. He just sounded so defeated that Harry’s heart near enough broke for him.
“We can’t fix this if you don’t talk to us,” Harry said with determination; he wanted to make sure that Clay was okay, he had already taken the fall for biting Seamus but he wanted to make sure that he was coping okay with the knowledge of what he had done.
“You can’t fix it anyway,” Clay snapped, a little irritated. He appreciated everything that Harry had done for him but regardless he didn’t want to think about it too closely. The guilt over what he had done was all consuming, Harry just didn’t understand what that felt like.
“We can try,” Romy said, not liking the tone which Clayton had taken with Harry. She knew that he was struggling with what he had done but that was no reason to take it out on Harry.
“Why did you do it?” Clayton suddenly demanded from Harry, rounding on his best friend with an annoyed expression. “Why did you say that it was you when it wasn’t?”
“I did it to protect you,” Harry said in shock at what Clay had said. “Because I didn’t want to see you arrested, or killed or anything. I knew Dumbledore wouldn’t let that happen to me…”
“Yeah, because you are too fucking precious,” Clay snapped angrily. He had never asked for Harry to take the fall for him and now he was acting as if he had done him a huge favour, made a big sacrifice; well Clay didn’t want the guilt of that weighing down on him as well as what he had done to Seamus.
“Don’t be such an arse, Clayton”, Romy snapped, staring at him in disbelief. Harry might have saved his life with what he had decided to do, simply because he loved Clayton, because he considered them family, and Clay was just throwing it back in Harry’s face.
“I didn’t ask for this,” Harry said calmly, though his eyes were fierce. “I didn’t ask for any of it as you well know. If you can’t accept that I lied to help you, then think of it as something I did for Romy so that she wouldn’t lose her boyfriend, for your Dad so that he wouldn’t lose his son, for myself so that I wouldn’t lose my best fucking friend, who I love even when he is behaving like a complete bastard.”
“You’ll all lose me anyway, when Fenrir throws me out the pack,” Clay said miserably.
“No one,” Harry exclaimed, stepping up close to his friend and grabbing his arms, “is sending you anywhere! You are family! Do you really think we are just going to abandon you because you did one stupid thing?” he asked.
“I am always doing stupid things,” Clayton pointed out. He really believed that this was going to be the final straw; he didn’t think that he would lose his Dad, or at least he really hoped not, but he couldn’t see why Fenrir would let him stay with the pack when he was always causing so much trouble.
“Do you remember the Ministry?” Harry asked incredulously. “You aren’t the only one that fucks up, Clayton.”
“But you’re the Alpha’s mate, you’re not going anywhere, I’m nothing,” Clay said with a sigh, collapsing down on the ground feeling utterly miserable, Harry and Romy going to sit beside him.
“Don’t be stupid, Clayton,” Romy said with exasperation. “Even if we forget that we all care about you for your own sake, you are Damon’s son, Callie’s nephew, my boyfriend, Harry’s best friend, and I am pretty certain that Fenrir is preparing you to be one of the enforcers in the pack more or less the day you turn sixteen.”
“Really?” Clay asked, sounding quite surprised. Their pack didn’t tend to go in for much of the formal rankings as such, apart from the Alpha and Beta, and occasionally Omega, but he supposed that might have more to do with their short supply of dominants rather than something that they just didn’t bother with.
“You done being an ungrateful prat?” Harry asked his best friend teasingly, with a small smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised in question.
“Oh shush, you,” Romy chastised lightly, giving Harry a small playful shove. “Don’t go making things worse. And you,” she said rounding on Clayton, “could do to learn the words thank you,” she said pointedly. “Now, breakfast time,” she said, linking arms with both of them, “and I don’t know about you boys but I think that the kitchens are likely a safer bet than the Great Hall for the moment.”
FGHP
“You are free to go, Mr Finnegan,” Madame Pomfrey said with a curt nod as she ushered Seamus toward the door of the hospital wing.
“Can’t I stay here one more night?” Seamus pleaded, hating the idea of going back to Gryffindor tower. He could only imagine the reaction he was going to get from his fellow Gryffindors.
“No,” Poppy said firmly, she wasn’t going to suffer students messing around just wanting to be off class for a few hours.
“I don’t feel well,” Seamus complained and it wasn’t exactly a lie either. The hospital wing smelt funny today and it was making him feel a little sick. Not to mention the fact that he felt as if he were on fire; he really didn’t think he should be leaving the care of the medi-witch.
“You have a fever, which is normal; now go to class,” Poppy said getting rather tired of Seamus’ fussing when there was nothing wrong with him. She knew it wasn’t his fault that he was turning into a werewolf but that didn’t mean she wanted him in her hospital wing either.
“But I don’t think I will be able to focus anyway,” Seamus said in a last ditch attempt to remain in the medical wing regardless of how horrible it smelt in there. He had never really noticed it before but the place was just terrible. However, even this place was better than Gryffindor common room, given what likely awaited him there.
“Then I suggest having breakfast first,” Poppy said dismissively as she closed the hospital wing doors and left Seamus to go on his way. He just hoped that Harry was at breakfast because otherwise he was going to be alone; he was suddenly very glad that Harry had come to see him the night before and was slightly regretting sending him away.
Arriving at the Great Hall the first thing that Seamus noticed was that Harry, Clayton and Romy were all absent, though he wasn’t sure why he was shocked; after all there were so many rumours flying around about them that it made sense for them to avoid the Great Hall at meal times. He suspected that there might be a few rumours about him too, given the way some people were looking at him.
He sat himself down at the very end of the Gryffindor table on his own and helped himself to toast; the smell of the cooked food was overwhelming, so much so that he found it a little hard to try and force anything down. He couldn’t understand why but everything smelt so much stronger to him this morning; it was making him feel a little nauseous.
“Why are you here?” a disgusted voice snarled out, and Seamus turned to see Ron standing there next to him with a scowl on his face. He was a little surprised that Dean wasn’t right at Ron’s side giving him a similar look, but glad he wouldn’t have to deal with both of them looking at him like that at once.
“I am still a Gryffindor, and I do still need to eat,” Seamus said calmly, even as his heart hammered in his chest. He had sort of expected this kind of reaction from his supposed friend, but that didn’t mean that it made it any easier to actually be faced with it.
“Shouldn’t you be off with the other beasts?” Ron sneered, jerking his head in the direction of the Slytherin table, where he had obviously noticed the absence of the three werewolves too. “You’re one of them now, aren’t you?”
“We don’t know that,” Seamus told him bluntly, trying not to let Ron’s words affect him too badly, but he couldn’t help but feel hurt by them. “And I am still me; I thought we were supposed to be friends, because you certainly aren’t acting like it at the moment. Did it even occur to you that I might actually need some support right now?”
“You want support? What do you expect? For me to sit with you, hold your hand, go, ‘aww, poor Seamus’?” Ron snapped, his face twisting into a repulsed sneer. “Fuck that. If you want support, go snuggle up to Prince and his buddies.”
“I might just do that, you complete bastard,” Seamus said, pushing his plate away and getting to his feet. “Harry has managed to be a better friend to me in a few fucking hours, than you have in the last five years.”
“He bit you!” Ron exclaimed, horrified that Seamus would say such a thing.
“Yeah, so think just how much of a shitty friend and human being you must have been to me to make me prefer to spend time with him,” he said, jabbing a finger into Ron’s chest before turning and storming from the Great Hall, pointedly ignoring all the looks that he could feel being sent his way.
FGHP
Remus hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Seamus Finnegan since he had been called the medical wing the day before. It had brought back all the terrible memories from the full moon he had bitten Lukas accidentally, and that was even with it being a bit hazy from his transformation. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be human at the time and actually remember it fully.
He was fairly sure that it hadn’t been Harry who had actually bitten the boy though, just from the way that the others had been acting; he was pretty certain that Dumbledore had also figured out that it was likely Clayton. Either way, it was currently lunchtime and he was on his way to the Great Hall to request a conversation with the headmaster.
He glanced around as he entered the large room, easily spotting Harry at the Slytherin table, across from Draco and Theo, with Clay on one side of him and Romy on other. He looked to around the hall but there was no sign of Seamus anywhere, and he made a mental note to find the time to talk to the teenager later and see how he was coping.
Remus turned his attention to the table of professors in front of him as he made his way along the hall, approaching the large chair in the middle where Dumbledore was sat. “Albus, could I have a word?” the professor requested politely.
“Remus,” Dumbledore said, looking up from his meal to the man before him. “Of course,” he said, getting to his feet and heading around the table, the two of them walking from the Hall together in silence. Remus wanted to say something but he honestly wasn’t sure where to start, and was rather glad when the headmaster spoke first.
“I was rather surprised that you were so willing to join Greyback’s pack for this full moon,” he said, giving the professor a pointed look. “Particularly given the impact that man has had on your life.”
“It is purely for Harry’s sake,” Remus told him bluntly. “That is James and Lily’s son, I simply saw a chance to better protect him and took it.”
“Hmm,” Dumbledore hummed a little sceptically, but he nodded at the same time. “Keep your eyes and ears open, as I do not believe they can be trusted to act in Harry’s best interests,” the headmaster said, his voice quiet as though Remus was some kind of confidant.
“I shall,” Remus assured the headmaster honestly; however, he had no intention of informing Dumbledore of anything he might discover during his stay with the pack at the full moon; he was quite certain that Greyback and the others were far more likely to act in Harry’s interests than Dumbledore was. “Talking of Harry though,” he said, keen to change the subject, “I believe it is high time that James’ cloak was returned to its rightful owner.”
“I suppose that is true,” Dumbledore said, bowing his head. “I have a detention with Harry this evening, and I shall return it to him once we are done,” he promised.
Remus gave a relieved sigh, glad that he wasn’t going to have to fight the headmaster on this decision. “Thank you,” he said, gratefully.
The two of them continued to walk the corridors for a few minutes, before Dumbledore turned to look at the professor walking next to him. “Was there anything else, Remus?” he asked, with a slight tone of amusement.
“Oh, erm… actually no, not really,” Remus realised, “I’m going to…” he said, his voice trailing off as he pointed off down a corridor to his left, promptly heading off in that direction, planning to go back to his office, and trying to ignore the annoyingly smug and amused expression on the headmaster’s face.
FGHP
Seamus had considered going to lunch, but after the way breakfast had gone and the looks he had been getting in class all day, he really was not in the mood to face that again. He also considered going somewhere and writing to his parents, but that would mean putting what had happened to him down in words, and he definitely didn’t feel ready for that.
He hated feeling so alone, and so instead he decided to take a long shot and see if Rionach was in the common room; she was terrible at remembering to do her homework and so would often inevitably end up there, spending her lunch times catching up quickly. He was a little hurt that she hadn’t come to see him in the medical wing, seeing as they had been dating for about a month now, but it was possible that she didn’t think he was allowed visitors, so he thought it was best that they actually talked before he jumped to conclusions.
Sure enough, as he stepped through the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, he spotted her; she was sat at one end of the largest sofa, her feet up on the seat and her knees bent to support the book she was reading.
“Ri,” Seamus said hesitantly, when she didn’t notice his presence.
Rionach looked up, obviously not having expected anyone. “Seamus,” she said, sounding rather surprised. “I saw you in class earlier, but I didn’t know what to say,” she admitted, sitting up and dropping her book onto the nearby coffee table.
“Nobody does,” Seamus said with a shrug, heading over to her and taking a seat on the sofa, just watching his girlfriend for a few moments. He already had a horrible feeling about how this conversation was going to end. “I am still me, you know,” he told her, when she just stared at him.
“I know, but you were.... you know…” she said, unable to even say the words.
“Bitten? Yeah, I noticed,” Seamus said dryly. Even with the little he had said, he was starting to realised that this conversation was going to go about as well as the one he had had with Ron at breakfast.
“Ron was saying that Prince is a werewolf, that he was the one who bit you,” Rionach said, looking for confirmation of these details, obviously unsure if it was just Ron shit-stirring or it any of it was actually true.
“I wouldn’t believe everything that Ron says,” Seamus told her with a frown, “but yeah, that’s kind of the gist of it,” he admitted. He felt bad confirming Harry’s Lycanthropy to her, but she was his girlfriend and he felt he owed her at least that much honesty.
“So that means you’re like... one of them?” she asked, looking nervous.
“Not for certain, that is a matter of wait and see,” Seamus told her; though even as he said this he could smell every different scent used in her perfume, which she had always used too much of anyway. He knew that something wasn’t right with him. “It might turn out to be nothing, and we will know for certain one way or another in just a few weeks.”
“You know this isn’t going to work right?” she asked him, gesturing between the two of them.
“We could just wait and see; I would like to try and work things out,” Seamus told her. He wasn’t sure he loved her as such but he was certainly very fond of her, and cared about her a great deal, and he didn’t want their relationship to end.
“We could,” she agreed, “but I don’t want to.” There was no two ways about it really and she didn’t see the point in pretending otherwise. “Whether you turn or not, you were still bitten by a werewolf. I just don’t think I could actually be with you knowing that.”
“This really changes everything that much?” Seamus asked, wondering if he had ever really meant much to Rionach at all. One bite shouldn’t be able to change how someone felt about you, no matter who or what it was from.
“Yes,” she told him bluntly. “Sorry,” she added a second later, as though that would make it hurt any less.
It didn’t; he still wanted to shout at her, demand answers, demand she change her mind. All he felt he really could do is stand up and walk away, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he managed that. He headed up the stairs to the dormitory, praying that no-one would be there; he just wanted to be alone for a short while before he would have to go to his next class.
It had been one day, and he had already lost Ron and now Rionach too; he hadn’t even seen Dean at all, and had no idea where he stood on everything. He felt so alone, and was suddenly dreading writing to his parents more than ever. Flopping down onto his bed, he buried his head into his pillow and screamed in frustration; it just wasn’t fair, not at all.
FGHP
After avoiding breakfast and then having an almost successful lunch, the three werewolf pups decided to attend dinner in the Great Hall. They couldn’t avoid it forever, they all knew that and this was why they were currently settling themselves at the Slytherin table.
The attention was not on them, which was somewhat of a relief; however, it was quickly made apparent that the reason was that Seamus was getting the brunt of the negative attention. Seamus was sat on his own at the very end of the Gryffindor table looking entirely miserable, food was being thrown at him from his so called friends and even the girl that was meant to be his girlfriend.
“Oh, that’s not right,” Romy said with anger as she watched some mashed potato land on Seamus robes followed by a glob of gravy which landed in his hair.
“What can we do about it?” Clay asked, looking to his girlfriend curiously. It wasn’t their battle to fight, however Romy seemed to feel differently.
“I can do this,” Romy said suddenly getting to her feet. She walked determinedly across the Great Hall, before either of her pack brothers had a chance to stop her, and towards the Gryffindor table. “Excuse me,” Romy said politely, “can I sit here?” she asked Seamus.
“No,” Ron shouted, “fuck off, you animal.”
Romy, however, ignored him and took a seat when Seamus wordlessly nodded. “You realise that you don’t have to sit here and take this,” she said as more mash potato came towards them and she deflected it with her wand.
“This is my house table,” Seamus said quietly and even though these were the words that came out of his mouth, Romy could tell that he didn’t really believe them. Seamus didn’t feel as if he belonged anywhere now that his friends and even his girlfriend had abandoned him.
“I’m a Ravenclaw,” she pointed out with a small smile, “I sit on the Slytherin table; you are more than welcome to as well,” she added, deflecting a shower of peas and another glob of gravy as it was catapulted in their direction.
“Yeah, fuck off with your new friends,” Dean snarled across the table at them.
“Thomas, if you continue acting like an imbecile then I will put you in your place,” Romy said calmly; however, Dean did not react so calmly to the insult, getting to his feet and taking a step toward her his fists clenched.
“You can’t hit a girl,” one of the other Gryffindors said; it was an older girl who looked utterly horrified at what was about to transpire, but Dean was not backing down. He was furious; he hated these beasts and he didn’t care, they had contaminated his friend and had seemingly got away with it, for that they had to suffer.
“She’s not a girl, she’s an abomination,” Ron hissed as he too got to his feet. Romy sighed, she could see that things were not going to go smoothly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Harry was holding Clay back, not wanting to let him get involved, especially not after what had happened the last time. She was glad that Harry had the sense to keep Clayton back; she didn’t want either of them getting involved, this had been her choice, her battle to fight and she knew she was strong enough to fight it.
Getting up from where she had sat, Romy glared at Dean, who was no more than a few centimetres from her; she was both shorter and far more petite than him but she knew for a fact that she was stronger and smarter.
Seamus too was now on his feet, not liking how his former friends were acting, it just didn’t seem right to him that they were threatening Romy, werewolf or not. He moved to stand in front of her, not wanting Romy to get hurt because of him. Romy, however, was not having any of it; she moved so that she was beside him, to ensure that he knew that they were equals in this.
“If you would like to try your luck, Thomas, then be my guest,” Romy said with a sweet smile on her face, “I assure you that I don’t need Harry or Clay to defend me, care to find out why?”
“Romy, don’t,” Seamus said, looking at her as if she had gone a little mental. He couldn’t believe that she was full on challenging them; however, what Seamus didn’t know was that Romy had been trained to fight and was very much unafraid.
“Don’t do it,” Hermione said from where she was still sat at the Gryffindor table. She didn’t want to be involved in any form of fight but equally she didn’t want to see her fellow Gryffindor’s get in trouble either.
“You should listen to Granger,” Romy said, turning to Hermione and smiling at her, “she knows what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a slap from me.”
“I was more thinking that if he touched you he might get contaminated too,” Hermione sneered, finally getting to her feet herself. The tension was mounting between the group and Romy knew that she and Seamus were outnumbered considerably.
It was Ron who lost his temper first, barging past Dean and lunging for Seamus, who had taken a step forward to defend Romy, not wanting for her to get hurt. Romy, however, had been ready for this, using her quick reflexes to grab hold of the front of Ron’s robes. Then, using her strength, which was fairly considerable considering she was a werewolf, threw him across Gryffindor table.
The red-head rolled across the table, through all the food and unceremoniously fell off the other side, hitting his head on the bench on his way to the floor. Romy then turned to Dean, not having even broken a sweat, smiling ever so sweetly at him she asked, “Want a turn?”
“Hell no,” Dean said backing away from the smaller girl. “You’re a fucking freak,” he added but this time it was Seamus who had had enough.
Stepping forward the Irishman clenched his fist and punched Dean on the nose with every ounce of strength he had. “Don’t you dare call my friends freaks again!” he snarled as he turned to Romy, who was beaming at him.
“Come on,” Romy said linking her arm with Seamus’, “you belong with us now.”
Slightly bemused by what had just happened and what he had just done, Seamus allowed himself to be lead away from the Gryffindor’s and towards the Slytherin table.
“Told you she could handle herself,” Harry said proudly as Romy took a seat next to Clayton, Seamus sitting next to her. Clay wasted very little time in pulling Romy on to his lap and sniffing all around her, checking for injuries.
“Are you sure it’s okay that I sit here?” Seamus asked, looking around somewhat nervously at the other Slytherins. It was all very well and good for Romy and Harry to say that he was welcome but judging by the looks some of the others were giving him they were not going to be as welcoming.
“Anyone that punches Weasley in the face is a friend to us,” Draco declared loudly, almost daring to see if any of the others would challenge him on this. There was a muttered, begrudging agreement but at least there was agreement.
“Here, here,” Theo said, raising his glass in Seamus’ direction and the Irishman actually managed a small smile at that. Apparently the Slytherins were not all as terrible as the Gryffindor’s had always made them out to be.
“Thank you,” Clayton said somewhat awkwardly, not really wanting to look at Seamus but knowing that he owed the teenager a debt of thanks. After all, the Irishman had defended his girlfriend, even though she hadn’t really needed defending.
“Oh,” Seamus said, not really knowing how to take this from the teenager that had bitten him, “I think I have a lot more to be thankful to you three about than you do to me,” he added with a small embarrassed shrug of his shoulders.
“Let’s not think about it,” Harry said with a smile. “Welcome to the club,” he added with a smile, patting Seamus on the back, resisting the urge to hug him and scare the poor boy off.
“But what if I’m not one of you?” Seamus asked a little hesitantly, looking at the three werewolves and the rest of the Slytherins, wondering if he would really be able to remain as one of them if he didn’t turn on the next full moon
“I don’t think that that is very likely at this point unfortunately,” Romy said with a frown from where she was sitting on Clay’s lap, snuggled into him and enjoying this sweet and rather protective side of him. “But regardless you are still a friend, if you want us that is,” she added.
“And I warn you, that isn’t always easy,” Draco said teasingly, giving Harry a small smile. He had not forgotten their argument but he would not give up the friendship the two of them had so easily, regardless of the stupid mistakes Harry had made. For one thing, Draco still knew that Harry was the best and only chance of defeating Voldemort and saving his family.
“Yeah, not sure how we put up with them sometimes,” Theo added with a wink, rather enjoying being in the company of his friends and not even a little perplexed by the fact that Luna seemed to be holding his hand under the table and humming happily to herself.
“I resent that, we’re awesome,” Harry said with a wide grin, looking over to the teacher’s table where it was perhaps fortunate that the headmaster and Umbridge were missing. Remus, however, was giving them a small tired smile as if he couldn’t believe what he had just watched transpire.
Professor McGonagall was over at the Gryffindor table, trying to make sure that Dean and Ron were not too seriously injured while berating them for attacking a third year girl. Neither Ron nor Dean quite knew what to say it seemed as neither of them were doing much of anything other than looking at their shoes. Both looked rather embarrassed at the fact they’d been beaten in a fight by two werewolves, one of whom was a girl younger than them.
“Yeah, awesome in the sense that you’re always causing trouble,” Draco said with a smile, “but most of the time it’s not too bad.”
“You’re one to talk, little brother” Clay said with amusement, “you helped us with the last prank, which went rather swimmingly if I do say so myself.”
“Not to put a downer on the mood,” Seamus said a little sullenly, “but because of that prank Hermione sent of a lot of information to the Daily Prophet about what you are.”
“Seriously?” Harry asked with a sombre look on his face, clearly thinking things over and not actually all that surprised by this information. “Well there isn’t anything that can be done now,” he concluded with a sigh, “most of Hogwarts already knows; we’ll see what happens when the rest of the Wizarding World find out that their only hope of defeating the Dark Lord is in the hands of a Werewolf.”
The group sat in silence for a moment, mulling that fact over and eating their dinner, none of them minding that there was now an extra person amongst them, just accepting him there as if he had always been.
“Harry,” a familiar voice asked from behind them, “can I see you in my office? Bring Clayton, Romy and Seamus too,” Remus said with a smile before whispering, ever so gently, “I have a surprise for you.”
Harry gave Clay, Romy and Seamus looks of excitement as they nodded, though Seamus somewhat hesitantly as the three pups jumped to their feet and bid farewell to their other friends, following Remus out of the Great Hall.
FGHP
“Can I ask, where are we going?” Seamus asked a little hesitantly as the five of them made their way through the castle, towards Remus’ office, though Seamus had no idea that that was where they were heading, having never been there before.
“You’ll see,” Remus said as he opened the door to his office and a little blur of energy bounded out of the room and into Harry’s arms.
“Mum!” Niko said excitedly, wrapping his arms around Harry and almost making them fall over. Harry couldn’t help but laugh as he had to grab hold of a wall to steady himself before returning the embrace.
“Dad,” Clayton said breaking into a huge grin, the first that had been on his face since he had bitten Seamus, running over to Damon where he hugged him for all he was worth. Romy, seeing how happy her boyfriend was at the sight of his dad couldn’t help but smile herself as she went and gave Micha a hug.
“What are you guys all doing here?” she asked as she too took her turn at hugging her Uncle. Niko, however, had still not let go of Harry and was rather enjoying being back with his mum.
“We decided that you all needed a treat,” Damon said with a smile, “it’s nice to finally meet you,” he added, turning to look at Seamus as Remus ushered them all into his office and shut the door.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Seamus said, extremely bemused at what was going on. “Did he just call you mum?” Seamus asked Harry, looking between the young boy and Harry in bemusement.
Micha couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I like him, he’s cute,” he decided. “Do we know if he’s a dom or a sub yet?”
“Hush, Micha,” Damon said, giving his submissive a chaste kiss to his lips, “I would guess that this is all fairly new to Seamus, let’s not scare him too soon. We don’t even know if he’ll turn, not until the full moon.”
“And yes,” Harry added, “he did call me mum, Niko's my adoptive son.” This, however, didn’t seem to clear anything up; in fact it only seemed to make Seamus a lot more confused but he just nodded his head, a slightly gormless look on his face.
“So where are we going?” Clayton asked, looking at his Dad with excitement.
“Who said we’re going anywhere, we could just be coming to see how you’re getting on since…” Damon had to stop himself, looking over at Seamus with a small apologetic smile to the young boy, who was more than likely going to be one of them in two weeks time.
“But we are totally going somewhere right?” Harry asked, hoping against hope that Fenrir would be there so that he could have cuddles. He missed his mate more than ever and just wanted to be in his arms.
“We are; but it is neither a Dumbledore nor a Fenrir approved outing,” Damon said, wanting to make sure that they were all aware of the situation before they went any further.
“Won’t we get into trouble?” Seamus asked thinking that leaving the school without the permission of the headmaster was bound to get them in all sorts of trouble.
“That’s part of the fun,” Clayton said with a huge grin. He was happier now than he had been since he’d bitten Seamus, more like his old self with the prospect of mischief to cause.
“I’m not sure,” Harry said, hesitant about whether he should be doing anything that Fenrir didn’t approve of. He had only just been relieved of his punishment, he had taken the fall for biting another wizard, the last thing he wanted was for Fenrir to be angry at him for leaving the school without his permission.
“Harry,” Damon said with a sigh, realising that his ward was a little unsure, “I wouldn’t take you anywhere dangerous or uncouth. I didn’t run it past Fenrir because I knew he would insist on coming with us and I do not think that this is the place for him. I believe he would rather stand out.”
“I’d say,” Micha said with a snort of amusement. He could not see Fenrir anywhere near what they were going to be doing this evening, just imagining it was enough to make him break down in hysterical laughter.
“So where are we going exactly?” Romy asked; even she had to admit that she was a little excited at the prospect of getting out of the castle for a while. Tempers were a little frayed and there was a lot of tension surrounding them, it would be good to have a break for an evening, even if it was only for a few hours.
“We get to go ice skating,” Niko said happily, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement. His parents had never taken him anywhere like this, they’d always told him that he was too hyper and they couldn’t take him because they couldn’t control him. He had never had so much freedom in his life and he loved it.
FGHP
“There’s no one else here,” Harry said when they arrived to a small outdoor ice rink. Harry, like Niko, had never been ice skating before in his life; Clay had been once and Romy a handful of times only. Neither Micha nor Remus had ever been either but Damon had insisted that it was fun and knew that Micha would absolutely love it.
“I hired the whole place for a few hours,” Damon explained as he motioned them over to where the ice skates had been laid out for all them on a long bench.
“Now I get why you didn’t think inviting Fen was such a good idea,” Harry said with a wide grin on his face as he imagined his large brutish mate attempting to balance on ice and failing miserably.
“You can have fun without him you know,” Micha said softly to his friend, wanting to assure him that it was going to be fun without the Alpha there to watch over them. He took his skates and along with Harry sat down and started to put them on.
“I know,” Harry said with a sigh as Niko came and sat beside him and began to struggle with his own skates. “I just miss him, you know.”
“Yeah, I know,” Micha said glancing over to where Damon was helping Clayton into his skates, the dominant pup having got frustrated with them, and Romy was being no help as she stood back giggling at her boyfriend. Seamus, who was sitting close by them, couldn’t help but laugh too and even Remus was finding it amusing.
“Help me,” Niko pleaded, turning his puppy dog eyes on to Harry, who had only just finished lacing and clipping his own skates onto his feet. He couldn’t help but laugh at the ten year old’s little face as he ruffled Niko’s hair, going down on to the floor to help him.
Fifteen minutes later and they were all on the ice. Some of them a little more successful at it than others. Romy had taken to it like she was a natural and had been doing it her whole life; the grin on her face as she sped around the rink was a sight to see. Niko too was whizzing around the ice, though Harry thought that was mainly because he wasn’t scared of falling over and every time he did he just picked himself up and carried on.
Clayton, Remus and even Damon were more cling to the side types, not wanting to let go for fear of falling. They were not worried about injuring anything other than their ego of course but it didn’t make them any less inclined to fall on their arses and they seemed quite content to watch the others as they slowly moved around.
Harry and Seamus were somewhere in between the two extremes, neither clinging to the barrier nor confident in their movements. Harry had forced himself to be at least remain on his feet because he had to keep gliding over to Niko and checking that he was alright. It was quite miraculous that the ten year old hadn’t done himself an injury yet, but he was having fun, so Harry wasn’t about to discourage him.
“You know I could get you a penguin, Clay,” Romy teased, grinning in her boyfriend’s direction, as she motioned to the small plastic penguins with bright yellow handles sticking out of neon blue heads that were clearly used for small children who came to use the rink.
“Don’t make me come over there,” Clayton threatened, though it was light hearted and Romy knew it because she couldn’t help but giggle at her boyfriend. He was definitely not much of a fan of this ice skating thing, but he loved the look on happiness on Romy’s face too much to put up any kind of complaint.
“Like you could catch me,” she said in a little sing song voice as she spun a little and gracefully glided backwards, something that none of the others had attempted, except for Niko who had tried, failed, fallen over several times and then declared that he was a master skater regardless.
Seamus, although not the best, was just about managing to remain on his feet; however, it was as he went past Harry that he lost his balance and automatically grabbed hold of the nearest thing he could to keep his balance. Unfortunately that thing was Harry. The two of them went down with a small shriek and then plenty of laughter, Seamus landing on top of the smaller teenager in a rather compromising position.
“Careful Harry,” Micha teased, looking far too amused, “Fenrir might get jealous.”
Seamus, blushing heavily, made quick work of scrambling off the smaller teenager, making rushed apologies, unable to make eye contact. Harry, however, just laughed as he picked himself up, giving Seamus a huge hug to show that he had forgiven him.
“Don’t listen to him,” Harry said with a smile on his face once he let go, “Micha’s only teasing.” Despite Harry’s words Seamus didn’t look so sure. He hadn’t yet had the courage to ask but he had heard the name Fen and Fenrir batted about casually between the werewolves and he knew of only one werewolf with that name and it worried him a little.
The thing was that everyone seemed so happy. None of the teenagers that he had known for two months of being at school with them, had come across as anything other than happy and confident, cockily so. He hadn’t thought that anyone in league with Fenrir Greyback could ever be that way and therefore he was certain that it couldn’t be that Fenrir. Though he was determined to ask when he felt more comfortable in the group.
After two hours on the ice they were all freezing and their feet sore. It was a unanimous decision to stop their activities, even though they knew that the end of their fun would inevitably mean a return to school too, which none of them wanted to do just yet
Damon, however, had yet another surprise for them all when they had changed back into their regular shoes and had used their wands to dry off a little bit. Niko had taken twenty minutes of Romy, Remus and Harry all using their wants to dry him off properly because he had fallen over so many times, seemingly having managed to get each layer of his clothing damp.
Eventually though, a young woman brought out hot chocolate for them all, she had topped it off with cream and marshmallows, even Clay’s which made Harry and Romy groan. Niko settled on Harry’s lap, cuddling into him as they drank, and Harry held him close, lost in thought.
Romy and Clayton sat side by side, holding hands calmly with one another, Romy resting her head on Clay’s shoulder. Damon and Micha had discarded their hot chocolate claiming that it was too hot and were a little lost in small kisses and nuzzling into each other.
“How are you feeling?” Remus asked, taking the opportunity presented to talk to Seamus. With the rush of everything that had happened the day before he hadn’t had the chance to speak to him before now.
“Honestly,” Seamus said, looking over to the Professor, sipping gently at his hot chocolate, “a little numb,” he admitted. It was a lot to take it, and there were so many things that he felt he should be feeling but they were nothing like the actual thoughts and feelings in his head.
“If you accept them,” Remus said motioning to the werewolves around them, ensuring to speak quietly, “you’ll be happy with them. You couldn’t ask for a more, unique and happy family.”
“I haven’t told my parents yet,” Seamus confided, “I don’t know if I can.” The rejection of his friends, his girlfriend, his house mates, had been hard enough; he wasn’t sure how he would cope if his family saw him that way, like some monster, now too.
“There might not be anything to tell,” Remus said with a small smile, knowing the fear of rejection that the teenager was feeling all too well, “just trust that either way there will be a place for you.”
FGHP
Harry had far too good an evening to let himself worry over the fact that he was running a little late to his detention with Dumbledore; it had been more than worth whatever consequences the headmaster decided on to spend some time with his family, particularly Niko, and to give Seamus a bit of a chance to just relax with them. After the stresses of the last few days, or the last few months really if Harry was honest with himself, they had all needed that time to just relax and enjoy themselves.
“You’re late, Harry,” Dumbledore stated as the teenager stepped into the office. The headmaster looked more than a little unhappy about this fact, and was leaning back in his chair slightly, elbows resting on the armrests and his hands steeped together.
Harry just shrugged; he hadn’t exactly hurried to say goodbye to his pack, making sure he knew where to find his pack siblings, before heading off to see the headmaster. Romy and Clay had headed back to the forest room, and Seamus had gone to the library make a start on his homework; Harry had suspected that he was mostly avoiding the Gryffindor common room, but didn’t want to push too much. He just hoped that Seamus would talk to them if things got too bad there.
“I cannot condone you leaving the school without permission, Harry,” the headmaster said, his bright blue eyes still fixed firmly on Harry with a look of disapproval.
“I had permission, just not from you,” Harry retorted a little cheekily. Remus had seemed perfectly happy to let them leave and, from what Harry could tell, had had a lovely evening too. He didn’t say that though, as he wasn’t sure how much Dumbledore actually knew and didn’t want to get Remus into trouble.
“It is against the school rules to leave the grounds without my permission, Harry,” Dumbledore told him firmly.
”What are you going to do?” Harry asked with a shrug. “Give me detention?”
The headmaster frowned at that. It was tempting to give the boy another week’s worth, but there seemed little point when it obviously did nothing to curb Harry’s behaviour and he could summon the boy any time when he did actually have something to discuss with him.
“So, lines again?” Harry asked, taking a seat across from the headmaster and sounding far too unperturbed by that prospect for Dumbledore’s liking. “What did you have in mind this time?”
“I was thinking that we could use this time a little more productively,” the headmaster told him calmly. “I would like to discuss the remaining Horcruxes.”
“Okay…” Harry said slowly, not really sure where to start with that particular conversation. He, after all, only really knew what the headmaster had told him about them; that felt like an oversight, now he thought about it, and made a mental note to possibly look into them himself later.

“As I mentioned, while we were at Grimmauld Place,” Dumbledore said, sitting up in his chair and leaning against the edge of his desk, “I have reason to believe that we might be looking for the Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff’s Cup.”
“Well the Lost Diadem doesn’t sound overly promising,” Harry commented, though he agreed that they could easily match the items that he had been seeing in his nightmares for years. “Do you have any idea where to start to look for either of those?”
“Well, as you rightly pointed out, the Diadem has been believed lost for millennia, and so we have little to go on in that regard,” Dumbledore explained. “However, there are records showing that the cup was owned by one Hepzibah Smith, some years back, a woman who died in somewhat mysterious and sudden circumstances.”
“Well that kind of has Voldemort written all over it,” Harry said with a shake of his head. “I assume it hasn’t been seen since then?” he asked, not sure how the information about where the cup was before Tom Riddle got his hands on it was actually useful.
“Sadly not,” Dumbledore said with a sigh. “The locations he has hidden his Horcruxes might be as significant as the items themselves, however.”
“And do you have any ideas on that instead then?” Harry asked, feeling a little exasperated. The headmaster seemed to have this need to fuss over details that didn’t actually help them at all. If they didn’t have any idea where to look for the items, then knowing what they were was fairly pointless.
“A few, but alas so far my attempts to locate them have been in vain,” the headmaster admitted. “Will you tell me again, your dream of where you saw these items?”
“Yeah, okay, I can do that,” Harry agreed, thinking back to the nightmare that had plagued him once a year for as long as he could remember. He discarded many of the things he saw, not wanting Dumbledore to drift off topic of locations again. “A treasure room of some kind,” he said pensively. “And a cave, with a lake.”
“That was where the locket was originally located,” the headmaster informed him, nodding encouragingly, “in the middle of the lake in that cave.”
Harry nodded his understanding and tried to think of the other places he had seen. “A big room, huge, full of stuff; all sorts of things stacked high. And a ruin of a house, in woodland, I think.” He wasn’t sure, it was difficult to remember as the dream tended to focus far more on the objects rather than the locations.
“I believe that house was where I found the ring,” Dumbledore said, smiling approvingly. “That leaves a room full of treasure and a huge room filled with things stacked high?”
“That is what the dream seems to indicate,” Harry said with a shrug. “Though I haven’t a clue where either of them would actually be. I suppose that if we are talking significant places then maybe the treasure room is in Gringotts?” Harry suggested. “But even if we assume that, there are hundreds, probably thousands, of vaults and I don’t see the Goblins letting us in to check for bits of souls.”
The headmaster hummed pensively. He thought that the idea of one being hidden at Gringotts had a good deal of merit, and it was not a location that he had considered before, but sadly, Harry was also correct about the large number of vaults, not to mention the inaccessibility of them. “At least this gives me something to work with now,” Dumbledore said, thinking out loud; it made a nice change to have Harry actually be relatively cooperative this evening.
“If you’re right about him being sentimental then wouldn’t the vault belong to someone he trusts?” Harry asked. “It wouldn't be with just anyone.”
“You have a good head on your shoulders, I think you could be right,” Dumbledore replied, smiling with something that looked a lot like pride. “There are very few that he would trust with such a precious object. Only his most loyal of followers would have been trusted.”
“Yeah, glad to help,” Harry said a little dismissively, not quite sure how to handle actual praise from the headmaster. “Well I’ve got no fucking clue on the room piled with stuff, that could be anywhere,” he went on; he had certainly never seen anywhere like it in his life and he just hoped that Dumbledore had more ideas for that than he did.
“Yes, anywhere with meaning to Tom,” the headmaster amended. “There are very few places that he would feel comfortable leaving a part of his soul,” he reminded.
“So I can leave that with you to figure out then?” Harry asked hopefully, wondering if he was actually going to get away with getting out of his detention earlier than he thought, and without even having to write any lines either.
“Hmm, yes, yes, I shall let you know what I find out,” the headmaster said, already clearly lost in his own thoughts as he mulled overall that they had discussed.
“You do that,” Harry said, all but jumping up from his chair and rushing for the door. He wasn’t about to give Dumbledore a chance to change his mind. However, just before he could reach for the door handle, the headmaster spoke again.
“Before you go, Harry,” Dumbledore said, and the teenager had to resist the urge to groan as he turned around to face the headmaster, who was now getting up from his seat. “There was an item that was leant to me by your father, James,” he commented as he made his way over to one of the numerous shelves that lined the walls and removed what looked to be folded fabric.
“Okay,” Harry said, heading back into the room as little as the headmaster stepped around the desk and approached him.
“I was kindly reminded by Professor Lupin recently, that it should be returned to you,” the headmaster said, making it sound like they were all doing Harry some great favour by returning an item to him that was rightfully his by blood.
“Thanks,” Harry said dryly, as he accepted the fabric and let it unfold. He actually gasped then, as he took in the sight of the strange material and realised what it was that he was holding in his hand. An invisibility cloak, the cloak that Remus had told him about; he had forgotten that the professor had told him to talk to Dumbledore about it. “Thank you,” Harry repeated, a little more earnestly this time, knowing that this might genuinely be useful.
“You are welcome, Harry,” Dumbledore said with a nod of his head. He kept his face straight and serious as Harry turned and left the office; he could not let the boy see the smugness that he felt inside, the vicious glee he felt in knowing that he had given away little more than a cheap imitation of the beautiful Deathly Hallow that he could now keep entirely for himself.
FGHP
It was rare that Dean and Aiden got the opportunity to escape the confines of their disgustingly foul territory and just be together, the two of them. It was hard pretending that they were just friends when there was so much more to their relationship.
They were grateful that Gideon had asked them to check the boundaries and they didn’t think that he had done so by accident, not when he could have sent any of the others. It gave the two of them time to simply be the two of them. Unknown to Gideon though, it also allowed for the perfect cover to send word to Fenrir’s pack.
Dean was still not overly convinced that this was the right thing to do; however now that little Niko was in that pack he wanted to ensure his safety and therefore wasn’t complaining too much. However, Dean wasn’t going to be satisfied with just leaving a note in a tree.
The two of them had stepped across the boundary and into the Greyback pack’s territory and to show that he was no push over Dean had a rather interesting idea. The moment that Aiden had stored the letter in a small hole in the tree, Dean came up behind him, effectively pinning him to the trunk.
“What are you doing?” Aiden asked, his breathing uneven as he felt his lover’s hands glide over his hips to the fastening of his trousers, and quickly Dean had them undone.
“Taking what’s mine,” Dean said somewhat cockily, reaching inside of Aiden’s now open trousers and gently stroking at the flaccid length he found there, wanting to make it hard.
“What’s yours?” Aiden asked in amusement, trying to stifle a groan as his lover continued to stroke him. “I’m not so sure that I belong to you,” he said half teasingly; while he enjoyed Dean’s possessive dominance, he was still very much a dominant in his own right, and wasn’t going to let his lover forget that.
“Oh, I think that you do,” Dean responded, nuzzling affectionately at Aiden’s neck as he continued to stroke his lover’s growing erection. “Every inch of you,” he added as he pushed down Aiden’s trousers with his free hand, leaving them at mid thigh level. It left Aiden feeling very much exposed.
“Fuck,” Aiden groaned as he felt his lover’s hand ghost gently over his arse cheeks teasingly. Before he and Dean had got together, he had been without anything sexual pretty much since his pack had been attacked, and it hadn’t really bothered him a great deal, but now he couldn’t get enough of his lover.
“Are you sure you don’t?” Dean said as he bit down on the nape of Aiden’s neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh, wanting to mark him and stake his claim on this man.
“Merlin, I’ll belong to you if you fuck me,” Aiden said, his forehead going to the trunk of the tree as one of Dean’s fingers brushed over his entrance. His lover was never one for much teasing though, and so he wasn’t surprised when the fingers disappeared, and he heard Dean suck on them.
He groaned at the thought of it, and half wished that he could turn around and see, but Dean kept him pinned to the tree, and a moment later Aiden’s thoughts all narrowed to the pressure of the saliva slicked digit pushing its way into him. “Still claiming you are not mine?” Dean asked, leaning close and whispering the words into Aiden’s ear.
“Yes, prove I’m yours,” Aiden suggested, keen to encourage his lover into action; the one finger probing at his arse was a good start, but he was horny and wanted more. He groaned happily as Dean thrust a second finger in next to the first, his lover’s other hand jerking his now hard length just a little quicker.
“Don’t worry, I am going to fuck you hard enough that you’ll never forget you're mine,” Dean promised, pressing his body even more firmly against Aiden’s, rutting his own hard cock against his lover’s body, as he started to stretch him open. He pushed the jeans a little further down, until they were almost around Aiden’s knees and kicked at the inside of one of Aiden’s feet and chuckled deeply when his lover automatically spread his legs a tiny bit wider, despite the restriction of the jeans around his legs.
“Dean,” Aiden moaned, pressing down against the fingers inside him, and pushing his body back against Dean’s. “More,” he requested, and the word was barely passed his lips before a third finger pressed inside him, making his entrance burn at the stretch.
Dean chuckled again. “You like this hard and fast.” It wasn’t a question, he had realised that about his lover pretty quickly, and it was certainly something that he enjoyed too. “You’re a bit of a kinky fuck really, aren’t you?” he asked, as he thrust a fourth finger in, causing Aiden to cry out in surprise, his head tipping backward at the almost overwhelming pressure suddenly inside him.
“Sure, let’s call it kinky, just make sure you keep doing that,” Aiden said between pleasured gasps as moans, as Dean’s fingers moved in and out of him, stretching him wider for what was to come. The friction was almost too much, with Dean having only used his saliva, but he found he enjoyed that too.
Dean’s trousers were stretched tight, tented by his own erection which was achingly hard for the sight of Aiden pinned to the tree and speared open at his hand. His lover whined a little when he removed his hand from Aiden’s cock to undo his own trousers, his erection easily popping free and pressing against one of his lover’s exposed arse cheeks.
“I think,” Aiden gasped out, moaning happily when Dean’s hand wrapped around his erection once more, “that you’re mine too. I can feel how fucking hard I make you,” he said, a smirk growing across his face, as Dean ground the length against him.
“Maybe,” Dean growled out deeply. “Or maybe I just know how hot you’ll look bent over with this shoved up inside you,” he stated crassly, thrusting against his lover again; he didn’t miss the shudder his words sent through Aiden’s body.
“Just quit all your yapping and fuck me already,” Aiden instructed firmly, shoving his own jeans down to the floor, letting them fall around his ankles, spreading his legs as much as he could with the denim restricting him, and bending over a little to press his arse back towards Dean.
Dean didn’t have to be told twice, and so, withdrawing his fingers, spitting in his palm and rubbing the saliva over his cock, he lined himself up and pressed forward. They both groaned happily as the head pushed inside, stretching Aiden open with a slight burn despite the preparation, but Dean didn’t stop, pushing himself further inside his lover until nearly half his length was inside.
“You’re mine,” Dean whispered, squeezing Aiden’s cock in his hand, and thrusting forward hard, pushing himself in almost balls' deep. Aiden fingers dug into the bark of the tree as he cried out, part in pain, but also in pleasure as Dean pressed firmly against his prostate; his whole body was shuddering and he was quite sure that it was Dean’s hold on his erection and the cock inside him that were holding him up.
“Fuck, Merlin, yes, yours,” Aiden all but whimpered as Dean pulled out fast and thrust back in again hard. It felt huge inside him, and he felt so dirty for how much he loved it, but that only turned him on more, pre-cum dripping from his own tip. There was no way that either of them were going to last long at this rate.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Dean groaned as he thrust repeatedly into his lover’s body. It felt so great to have someone to do this with again, and it was made even better by the fact that he liked Aiden; though admittedly the fact that the younger man had an amazing body was a definite plus too. “Going to fill you up,” he grunted, as he moved in and out of Aiden, jerking his lover off at the same time, his free hand pressed against his chest to hold their bodies together as they moved.
“Do it, so close,” Aiden moaned, pushing his body back to meet Dean’s every thrust. He could feel his lover’s balls hitting against his arse and the knowledge that Dean was burying himself so deep inside him only added to the pleasurable sensations that were fogging his mind.
Dean didn’t give any warning, before he pushed himself in all the way and held himself there, his hand stilling on Aiden’s erection as his knot swelled and he emptied his load into his lover’s willing hole. Aiden moaned at the feel of Dean’s semen inside him, and whined a little, desperate for that last bit of friction needed to push him over the edge; Dean jerked Aiden’s cock once, teasingly, before using the grip on his lover’s erection and the hand against his chest, to hold Aiden still.
Aiden was ever so aware of how big the knot felt inside him, stretching him wide and locking Dean inside him. His lover’s hands were holding him still, dominating him, and that was keeping him on the precipice of coming, his whole body throbbing with need.
He moved one of his hands to his own cock, which was still held in Dean’s grip and, wrapping his hand around Dean’s, jerked himself a couple of times, until his erection was splattering the tree with his come, his breath coming out in harsh gasps as his orgasm swept through his. Aiden’s knees felt weak and so he was thankful when Dean moved them forward half a step to lean bodily against the tree.
“Were you deliberately trying to get both our… scents all over the message for Greyback?” Aiden asked a few moments later, an amused smile on his lips as he looked over his shoulder as his mate, who was essentially leaning against his back.
“... Maybe,” Dean replied. “I am not letting you go,” he added, a pensive expression on his face as he stood up a little more so that Aiden wasn’t pushed so firmly into the rough bark of the tree. “If they want you in their pack, then we both go,” Dean said firmly.
“Agreed,” Aiden said with a soft smile as he turned his head enough for Dean to see it, wishing he could face his mate properly, but unable to with the knot still inside him. “We’ll figure it out, because I am not leaving you here.”
“You would need my help wrangling Niko anyway,” Dean said with an amused half smile, and Aiden hummed in agreement to that. “Maybe…” Dean started to say, but his voice trailed off uncertainly.
“Maybe what?” Aiden asked curiously, unused to Dean be hesitant; the man was usually one to say and take exactly what he wanted, unapologetically.
“Maybe we can find a submissive, to join us, give us pups,” he said, watching Aiden’s face closely to see his reaction. He had never really considered himself the paternal type, but the idea of a family with Aiden was oddly appealing; particularly if they could get themselves a place in a pack that would help protect them.
“You think there is anyone quite mad enough to put up with both of us?” Aiden asked teasingly, though he too rather liked the idea. “I didn’t think that you would want that? The whole family with kids thing.”
“I didn’t,” Dean told him truthfully. “But with you it’s different.”
Aiden hummed in appreciation of the sentiment, it was definitely something he understood completely. “I know exactly what you mean,” he said, tilting his head in a clear request for a kiss that was quickly granted.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Dean asked as he felt his knot start to go down.
“Only a little, and nothing that I didn’t enjoy, I promise,” Aiden replied honestly, wincing a little as he felt Dean’s softened cock slip out of him, and he turned to face his mate. “Don’t look so worried about me,” he chastised lightly. “You would definitely know if you were doing something I didn’t want you too.”
Dean snorted in amusement at that, pulling Aiden into his arms, cuddled against him; he didn’t doubt it for a moment now that Aiden had said it. He enjoyed their roughness, but that didn’t mean he wanted his mate hurt.
FGHP
Seamus had remained in the library until Madame Pince had kicked him out, warning him that it was only half an hour until curfew. Resigned to the fact that he couldn’t put it off forever, Seamus was now heading back to Gryffindor common room.
Rounding the top of the final flight of stairs though he noticed a Gryffindor tie that had been tied in a crude knot to one of the banisters. Thinking it was a little odd he left it and headed inside.
The common room was as it usually was in the evening, students playing gobstones, exploding snap and wizards chess. A few were attempting their homework and others were just laughing and joking. However, when Seamus walked in most of the noise stopped.
“What are you doing here?” Ron asked, getting up from where he had been sat by the fire with Dean and even Hermione, which was something of a shock considering they usually didn’t talk to the girl.
“I’m still a Gryffindor,” Seamus said with a sigh. He had been expecting some form of hostility, especially since he had punched Dean in the nose that morning but he hadn’t been expecting for them to not even want him in the tower at all.
“You don’t belong here,” Dean said, now also getting to his feet and glaring at his former friend, “and if you come any closer then I’m going to pay you back for what you did this morning.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to hit Romy then,” Seamus said with a sigh, he was really not in the mood for this. He was tired and it had been a long day. His head was throbbing, he was still a little feverish and everything he smelt seemed to be twice as strong and making him feel a little sick. He just wanted to go upstairs and go to bed.
“Since when are you on first name terms with those monsters?” Hermione asked angrily as she joined the confrontation, glaring at the Irishman.
“Since they were nicer to me than you lot,” Seamus snapped angrily. “Let me get my stuff and I’ll leave you to it.”
At this Ron laughed, a long and self satisfied laugh that had Seamus a little concerned. “Your stuff isn’t up there,” the red-head said with a rather smug look on his face.
“We took the liberty of removing it,” Dean said, he too was looking rather pleased with himself and it had Seamus’ concern growing more.
“Where are my things?” he asked, wondering what on earth they had done to them. He knew that they were willing to stoop quite low but he had never thought that they’d do this.
“You’ll find them all,” Hermione said with a smile, “eventually.”
Seamus sighed, feeling utterly fed up and not wanting to deal with any of them anymore, he turned and left. He could hear his former friends laughing at him even after he closed the portrait door. This was when he saw the tie again and with a sigh, realised that it was probably his and went to start undoing it.

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