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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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The amazing response we had to the last chapter made us very happy, particularly all your thoughts on Robin. Anyway, on with the next chapter. hope you all enjoy it.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 82 – Discontent
It was only Tuesday, but it already felt as though it had been a long week. While most of Slytherin house, at least, seemed to have more or less accepted the three werewolves among them, the rest of the wizarding world hadn’t been nearly so tolerant. Harry was now getting quite proficient at destroying howlers before they had had a chance to sprout their profanities.
So, once they were done with lessons for the day, Harry was only too happy to take Theo up on the suggestion to join him and Draco in the common room for a while, to just relax. Of course, Romy and Clay both opted to join them too, without waiting for the unneeded invitation; however, they were all a little surprised when Theo turned to Luna, who had been talking with Romy, and asked her to come along too.
“I would love to,” Luna said, a genuine smile on her face as she looked up at the Slytherin boy, wasting no time at all linking her arm through his. Theo didn’t look half as surprised by this as he had the first few times she had done it, and his friends didn’t miss the slightly dopey smile that crept onto his face.
“Are Theo and Luna…?” Harry asked Draco in a whisper as the group of them headed in the direction of the common room.
“Theo is being… discreet,” Draco told him with a mildly amused smile. “Or at least he thinks he is,” he amended. “But I believe your suspicions might be correct.” He had definitely noticed both that Luna was around a lot more the last week or so, and that Theo seemed quite pleased about this.
“That’s kind of adorable,” Harry said with a grin, watching the newly formed couple. Maybe it was the fact that he was so loved up with Fenrir but he found it adorably cute that the two of them were together.
“You are a ridiculous sap, Harry,” Draco told him with an affectionate roll of his eyes.
“Ah, you just need a little more romance in your life, Draco,” Harry said teasingly, with a wave of his hand.
“I think I have quite enough to worry about as it is, thank you, without adding a relationship to the mix,” Draco told him a little tersely, not wanting Harry to get any ideas about trying to set him up with someone.
“Oh, but Draco, there is always time for a little more love in your life,” Harry went on, chuckling at the glare of warning that Draco gave him. “I mean look at Clay,” he said, gesturing to where his pack brother was walking just in front of them, with an arm around Romy. “Being in love is worth it right, Clay?” he asked.
“Totally,” Clay said, turning to look at the two Slytherins over his shoulder, a huge grin on his face, before pressing a kiss to Romy’s temple.
“I am sure that Daphne…” Harry started to suggest
“Don’t even go there,” Draco said firmly, determined to cut that off before it could even get started. He knew that Daphne had some kind of feelings for him, ones that he couldn’t return, and not only did he not need that complication, he cared about her enough to not want to see her hurt like that.
“Okay, just a suggestion,” Harry said, raising his hands in surrender, as they followed the others through the opened entrance to the Slytherin common room. “How about…?”
“Harry,” Draco said sternly. “I’m serious, no trying to set me up with any girls,” he told him with a completely serious expression.
“Guys then,” Harry retorted, unable to help himself. Draco, however, just scowled. “Yeah, yeah, okay, I get it. No setting Draco up with anyone,” he agreed, “I’ll behave… ish.” He knew better than to promise to behave completely, because they both knew that would be a lie.
“Harry,” Romy said, as they reached the sofas near the fireplace, but before he had a chance to sit down. “Can I have a quick word?” she requested; she had been looking for a chance to ask him about how his brewing had gone on Sunday but haven’t had an opportunity until now.
“Erm, yeah, of course,” Harry said.
Clay watched with confusion as Harry and Romy headed over to a quiet corner of the common room, wondering what it was that Romy wanted to talk to Harry about, but respecting her enough to know she would tell him eventually if she wanted him to know.
“Looks like it is just you and me for a bit,” Draco said a little awkwardly as he sat down on the sofa next to Clay, Theo having been dragged over to the pool table by Luna.
Clay glanced around them and realised that Draco was right; with Harry and Romy talking privately, and Theo entertaining Luna, it really was just the two of them. It was a bit strange but the two of them were really very rarely alone like this and he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
“So…” Clay said, searching for something for the two of them to discuss. “How’s your, erm… our little brother? Brax is it?” he asked. He felt a little bad that he wasn’t even completely certain on his own brother’s name, and despite it being a topic he had chosen in simple need to say something, he found himself genuinely curious.
“Abraxus, yes, but me and Mum call him Brax,” Draco confirmed with a smile on his face at the thought of his little brother. “And he’s good. He was asleep for most of the time I was there last, but Mum writes to me about him. Oh, I have a picture,” he said, suddenly remembering and going to pull it from his bag.
Clay shuffled slightly closer to Draco so he could get a better look at the picture that the blond was holding. It showed a baby, lying on his back and reaching down to try and grab his own toes; Brax was smiling in the picture and Clay thought, even though obviously it was silent, that the baby might have been babbling.
“He looks a lot like you,” Clay commented, and Draco nodded at that. There was no denying that both he and Brax both looked a lot like their father. “I think I would like to meet him, one day, when we get them out of there,” he said, giving Draco a smile. He knew that Draco was doing something to try and get his mother and brother free, even if he didn’t have the details.
“Of course,” Draco said with a nod. “He’s your brother too.” He was a little surprised to realise that he was quite glad to hear Clay actually wanted to meet Brax. “I talked to Father about you briefly,” he told Clay suddenly, not sure that discussing Lucius was a particularly good idea, but knowing they couldn’t avoid the topic forever.
“You did?” Clay asked, looking surprised. “What did he have to say?”
Draco shrugged. “Not a lot to be honest; though after I shouted at him that you were a werewolf I didn’t really stick around to hear him out,” he said with a wry smile. “He seemed pretty agitated by the idea of you though.”
“I am so sorry my existence is such a hardship to him,” Clay said sarcastically, causing Draco to chuckle. “I don’t really care that he is my biological father, you know,” he told the blond unapologetically. “I have no interest in having anything to do with him, let alone have him as my Dad or anything.”
“What about your mother?” Draco asked curiously, wondering if Clay had any information about her; his own mother had implied that she might know who it likely was, but there was no point bringing such things up if Clay didn’t want to know.
“What about her?” Clay asked, looking up at Draco with confusion. He had no idea who she was, and had about as much interest in her as he did Lucius.
“Do you know who she is?” Draco queried.
“Not my biological mother,” Clay told him. “Damon’s all I’ve ever known; he had another mate when I was young but I don’t remember him much, he died before I could get to know him. Fenrir was the one to bite me, I guess he would know.”
“I suppose it isn’t that important,” Draco said dismissively. He didn’t want to make this into an issue when Clay clearly didn’t think that it was. If Clay had been curious, or wanted to find out more, then Draco would have asked Narcissa what she knew but apparently there was no need.
“I don’t think it is,” Clay said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t remember anything about her, and she obviously cared very little if she never came looking for me,” he pointed out. He had had a good childhood with Damon and so he had never really given much thought to where he had come from. “I have my family, I’m not really looking for any more,” he said, giving Draco an almost apologetic smile.
“But we are friends now at least?” Draco asked. He too didn’t really see Clay as a brother either, at least not in the same way that Brax was, but he had come to care about Clay in his own way.
“Yeah,” Clay agreed. “I mean, before I just more tolerated you for Harry’s sake,” he added truthfully, shrugging his shoulders. “You’re far too primped, to be honest, but seeing as we’re brothers now, I’ll look past that,” he told him with a grin.
“Primped?” Draco asked incredulously. Though he too hadn’t really taken to Clay at the beginning, so he was trying not to take it too personally. They had reached a kind of understanding between them now, that had only grown with the knowledge of their shared blood.
“Yeah, no guy should spend that long on his hair,” Clay said with a wry smile. He remembered all too well, from when they had been sleeping in the Slytherin dormitories, just how long it would take Draco to get ready each morning, and that most of that time was spent making sure that not a single hair was out of place.
“I always wondered what it would be like having an older brother… guess I should be careful what I wish for,” Draco said dryly, though the glare he gave Clay was rather half-hearted.
“Yeah, how does it feel being the middle child?” Clay teased.
“Don’t be mean,” Romy chastised as she returned from her chat with Harry, sitting herself down on Clay’s lap and giving him a quick kiss to the cheek. Harry dumped himself between his two pack siblings and Draco, looking at the blond Slytherin with a mischievous grin.
“If you even attempt to kiss me there will be hell to pay,” Draco warned making Harry giggle.
“But you don’t have a girlfriend and my mate is so far away,” Harry said with a pout as he watched Clayton cuddle into Romy. Watching the two of them together was a little jealousy inducing for him, he really missed Fenrir. “I would ask Theo, but it looks like he is definitely spoken for,” he added gesturing over towards the pool table where Theo was getting rather closer than necessary to teach Luna how to play.
“How long do you think it will be before one of them actually admits that they are dating?” Clay asked his friends curiously. He thought that Theo and Luna made a rather odd couple, but they were his friends, so as long as they were happy then it was all good with him.
“I don’t think Luna would deny it if we asked,” Romy told him; her fellow Ravenclaw was bluntly honest about most things. “But I would rather just let them tell us in their own time.”
“Harry, Draco,” Theo called out. “Any of you lot want to play a game of doubles?” he asked when his friends turned his way. Luna had got the gist of the game now, so he wanted to be able to include his friends as well.
“I’ll play,” Harry said enthusiastically, getting to his feet. “You know how much I like to play,” he added with a wink in Draco’s direction.
“Please don’t flirt with me, it’s creepy,” Draco said bluntly, though with no real heat behind the words. It seemed as though Harry really couldn’t help himself and, as amusing as it sometimes was, the blond preferred not to have such remarks directed at him.
“Don’t worry, I’m a taken man,” Harry assured him with a chuckle. “Your virtue is safe.” He cared about Draco a great deal, of course, but, even if he had been single, his fellow Slytherin was very much not his type.
“You know nothing of my virtue,” Draco said somewhat snootily, not wanting to get into that particular discussion.
“Ha,” Harry said with amusement, taking Draco by the hand and pulling his friend up from the sofa. “Well then, come on,” he insisted with a smile, leading Draco over towards Theo and Luna, “you can be my partner for pool; I’ll teach you exactly how to hold the shaft and pocket those balls.”
FGHP
Having skipped breakfast and lunch, the food being too vile to eat, Robin was rather looking forward to dinner and she hoped that they would cook something halfway decent for her. When they had refused to make her anything different for the last two meals she had realised that these people were truly barbaric.
However, it had become apparent that they weren’t going to respond to her usual tactics. She knew that her mother and father had made it easy for her to get what she wanted and for that reason she had let her skills diminish over time, now she would have to see just how much she remembered.
She was going to have Fenrir as her mate one way or another, but she could see that she would have to persuade him the hard way. Whoever this Harry was, he wasn’t going to be around for much longer, she was determined on that matter. Robin knew that she couldn’t stamp her feet and have them all come running to make her happy, she had to use her brain and that was what she intended to do.
Heading for her suitcase, Robin rummaged for what she was looking for, the perfect outfit to seduce the Alpha. It was rather fortunate that she had thought to pack it really, considering it was early march, she almost hadn’t but then they were her favourite. The little denim short shorts barely covered her bum and they showed off her legs perfectly.
Going braless under her skimpy crop top was another way she had found to attract a lot of attention with her ample bosom; to date no man had ever been able to resist her in this outfit. Robin refused to wear trainers, they were a horrid shoes, though she was struggling in heels so she opted to go barefoot, thinking that it was far more sexy anyway. Thankfully the pack were at least sophisticated enough to have managed to put a few warming charms on their so called home, so it wasn’t completely freezing.
While she had changed, the Alpha had gone down to the stream to wash. He had taken the little brat hunting during the afternoon and was covered in dirt and some blood from the rabbits they had managed to catch between them. The boy was bounding around annoying some of the others now, which meant the Alpha was alone.
Robin took her chance, sneaking off through the trees, heading for the stream. The others had been so content to ignore the stroppy sixteen year old girl that no one had noticed that she was leaving, they were all too glad of the peace and quiet.
She couldn’t help but be in awe of the sight she saw upon reaching the stream. So impressed she had to hang back a moment and truly appreciate what she was seeing. The Alpha wolf was a man made of solid muscle and there was one part of him in particular that made her want to see just how good her deep-throating was. She had practiced on a couple of guys but no one as big as Fenrir.
“Go back to the clearing,” Fenrir grunted, turning his back on the sixteen year old girl. It wasn’t to protect his modesty, he cared very little for that. In truth he just wanted to finish washing up so that he could get back to his pack and have dinner; he was starving.
“I only wanted apologise,” Robin said sweetly, coming closer to where the Alpha was standing, rather perplexed as to why he wasn’t looking at her. No man had been able to resist before, but she wasn’t going to let it phase her too much.
“Later,” Fenrir growled, getting rather tired of this girl already. He was even starting to second guess his decision to bring her into the pack, not that he would admit this out loud of course; however, it seemed that Robin might be more trouble than she was worth.
He had wanted to bring her into the pack before the other pups came home for the full moon so to give her an opportunity to settle in and get to know the pack before she left for Hogwarts, but he was now wondering if she would be of any use to him in the way that he needed her to be.
“There was something else too,” Robin said, coming up close to Fenrir’s back and reaching out so that one hand touched the warmth of his skin. At the unwelcome contact, the Alpha spun around and growled at her in warning; only his mate was allowed to touch him in this way.
Robin, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest; she made eye contact with Fenrir and licked her lips in a slow and deliberate way. She reached to touch the defined stomach muscles, but Fenrir grabbed her wrists, preventing her from doing so.
“What?” Fenrir demanded, wanting to know what Robin wanted so that she would leave him in peace. He was rather unnerved by just how forward she was and he didn’t like it one bit.
“To submit…” Robin said softly, “to you,” she added as she began to sink down to her knees, never breaking the eye contact. With her mouth now level with the Alpha’s flaccid cock she licked her lips once again, “and only you,” she finished.
Fenrir still had hold of the teenage girl’s wrists but this didn’t seem to bother her at all. Robin leaned forward, hoping to tease the Alpha until he was hard for her and only her, then he could claim her and Harry could be forgotten. However, Fenrir realised what she was doing and used the grip he had on her wrist, pushed her rather forcefully away.
“I can’t believe I just saw that,” Micha said from a little way away, a look of horror and anger on his face. “You’re damned lucky that Harry isn’t here!” Micha was furious at what he had just seen, he wasn’t sure what he would have done if Fenrir hadn’t pushed her away.
Robin was now sprawled in the mud looking furious in her own right and downright hurt at what had just happened. Fenrir seemed to care very little and simply reached for his jeans and jacket.
“Back to the clearing,” Fenrir said angrily, directing this to both Micha and Robin. He was not happy that two of the pack’s submissives had wandered out to the stream on their own, and was furious that Robin had made a move on him, despite knowing that he already had a mate.
“You realise I’m telling Harry,” Micha said firmly, glaring at his Alpha, “he deserves to know what you’re doing here with… that,” he said pointing at Robin who was picking herself up from the ground.
“I’m his rightful mate,” Robin spat out hatefully at Micha, “don’t get involved in things that don’t concern you, you little freak!”
“Clearing, NOW!” Fenrir bellowed.
FGHP
“What do you think of the new girl?” Niko asked, sitting himself down beside Jaylon, who was sat on one of the log benches alone. Tessie was helping to cook and the timid fifteen year old was more than happy to simply sit and watch this evening.
Robin had vanished off into the forest not long ago and wasn’t within earshot so Jaylon felt comfortable enough to voice his opinion of her. “Odd,” he concluded, “for one of us,” he clarified.
“I hate her,” Niko said decisively, “she was mean to Harry, she’s horrible.” Niko did not take kindly to anyone hurting Harry, he had decided that he wasn’t going to like Robin at all because of her attitude towards his mum.
“Her attitude is…” Jaylon considered his choice of words for a moment, it had been so long since he had been given the opportunity to speak freely and without fear of retribution that he liked to pick his words with care. He didn’t use many, liking to be to the point and direct, he didn’t need to use many words for that. “Different,” he finally decided, watching with interest as Micha, having slipped from the concerned gaze of his mate, disappeared off into the wood, clearly saying that he needed a piss and wouldn’t go far.
“You two okay,” Tessie asked from where she was stirring the large pan of stew over the fire. She had been keeping one eye on the two pups to make sure that they weren’t causing too much trouble. Niko had been asked to keep it quiet as Callie, now two and a half months into her pregnancy, had needed to get some sleep to preserve her strength.
“Yes, thank you,” Jaylon said smiling at her. He was rather fond of Tessie, she was the closest thing that he had ever had to a mother, at least to his memory which was limited to the room that he had been found in.
“I’m starving,” Niko whined, but his complaint was rather quickly cut short when they heard the Alpha bellow.
“Clearing, NOW!” The sound of Fenrir’s rough bark-like shout had Jaylon jumping a little, though he determinedly remain sat quite still. His breathing a little more intense than it had been a moment before, however, he was at least making progress. The dominants still scared him but he could sit with them without feeling on the edge of panicking, though he still couldn’t approach them or talk to them.
“What on earth?” Tessie asked, though more to herself as she looked over in the direction that the shout had come from.
Damon was already on his feet and heading in the direction that his mate had gone in, only for Fenrir to appear, dragging Robin by the back of the neck, Micha trailing along behind them. The male submissive saw Damon and made a beeline to him, immediately whispering into his ear what had happened.
Whatever Micha had told Damon, it had clearly been enough to shock the dominant from what Jaylon could tell. He was becoming rather good at reading people seeing as he did very little else other than watch the other pack members and learn how each of them thought, moved and interacted with those around them.
“What do you think she did?” Niko asked Jaylon; he was rather enjoying seeing the Alpha dealing with Robin, even if he didn’t like that Fenrir looked to be angry. “The Alpha looks really mad at her.”
“I don’t know,” Jaylon said, watching as Fenrir sat her back down on one of the benches, much like he had the previous evening. The outfit that the sixteen year old was wearing was extremely revealing, Jaylon honestly didn’t know where to look. He couldn’t imagine how she could be warm.
Micha and Damon were having a rather serious discussion in hushed tones off to the side of clearing, both of them looking extremely tense. Jaylon frowned at this, he liked the two of them and he didn’t want them to fight. He sat watching them for a moment, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Jaylon was so engrossed in reading the lips of Micha and Damon that he didn’t notice when Robin finally managed to edge her way over to them.
“What the hell does Harry do that’s so damned special?” Robin huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up and together. Her eyes were on the Alpha but he wasn’t watching her, instead he was on his way over to speak to Damon and Micha.
“He loves him,” Niko said with a small growl that he hoped sounded similar to the Alpha, however it came out a lot cuter. It really wasn’t very threatening at all and Robin only smirked at him.
“Love means nothing,” she retorted dismissively. “The Alpha is still just a man and men can be bent to the will of women easily. I could have anyone here if I wanted them.”
“Shouldn’t you just leave the Alpha alone?” Jaylon asked a little timidly, “he’s happily mated, as are most of the pack; they’re happy.”
“What do you know about happiness, you little weirdo,” Robin sneered, turning to look Jaylon up and down. “No one is ever going to want you as a mate. Your ears stick out, those freckles, ew, and you’re far too thin; no one will ever want a dominant like you, you’re far too weak.”
“He’s a submissive you idiot,” Niko said with a glare. “It’s no wonder the Alpha doesn’t want anything to do with you, you’re so stupid you must be retarded, and seriously, who would want anyone that dresses like a floozy.” He wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but that was what he had heard his Mum call a girl who was wearing clothes like Robin’s one time and he kinda liked the word.
“You don’t even know what that word means,” Robin snapped, “Stupid little child. I’m going to make the Alpha mine, I don’t care what it takes; he’s just a man, men just want sex and I can give him that.”
“You really underestimate him,” Jaylon said, motioning to Fenrir, who was clearly having a long debate with Damon and Micha about something and not looking overly happy about it either.
“Dominants are stupid,” Robin said with certainty, “You’ll see, he’ll be mine and what’s more, as soon as I’m the Alpha’s mate, I’m going to have Harry banished from this pack.”
“The Alpha won’t let that happen,” Niko declared angrily. He felt like he had just found a family again and now this mean girl was trying to ruin it all. He knew that Fenrir would never let anyone be that mean to Harry though, so he wasn’t too worried.
“What are you three talking about?” Tessie asked kindly, coming over to see what was going on. Jaylon was looking concerned, little Niko just looked adorably furious and Robin, as ever, seemed to look self-righteous.
“Nothing,” Robin said sweetly, trying to look innocent. She didn’t really understand why, but it seemed that everyone loved this Harry person, and she really didn’t want to hear how this blond girl was going to start singing his praises too.
“Wonderful,” Tessie said, not buying it for a moment, but not going to pry, seeing as both Jaylon and Niko seemed to be holding their own with the new comer. “Perhaps you could help me; with Callie resting I could use a hand,” she suggested, gesturing towards the fire, where she had started to get things out for preparing the meal.
“No,” Robin stated flatly, looking at Tessie like she had completely lost her mind for even suggesting such a thing.
“Excuse me?” Tessie asked incredulously. She hadn’t really expected for Robin to know what to do, given the rather spoilt attitude the girl had had so far, but it was a bit much to have the offer thrown back in her face, when she had just been trying to be nice and include Robin in their day-to-day activities, so that she might be able to start feeling more at home.
“No,” Robin repeated, a scowl forming on her face. “I’m not a servant. That’s your job, you do it. I’m far too good for that,” she added snootily. “I submit only to the Alpha.” She might not have been given a choice but to submit to Fenrir, but that didn’t mean she was going to let any of the other lord over her.
“Alright then,” Tessie said, realising that she wasn’t going to get the young girl to cooperate with her without help, it wasn’t her responsibility to discipline her after all. Tessie wasted no time, heading straight in the direction of the Alpha and explaining what had happened.
As it was Fenrir had not been in the mood to be interrupted. He had been in the middle of a hushed argument with Damon and Micha when Tessie got to them and the Alpha was looking more and more enraged with each passing moment. It didn’t help that the entire pack heard Micha snap at Fenrir before storming off.
“You go and tend to your little whore then,” he had snapped. Damon had quickly followed after him to make sure that his submissive didn’t get into any trouble. The comment had done nothing to improve Fenrir’s mood as he stormed in Robin’s direction.
“You shouldn’t have said that,” Damon said to his mate as he caught up with him. He had a frown on his face, and was looking at Micha with a mixture of frustration and concern. “Fenrir wouldn’t cheat on Harry.” He was quite certain about this, and even more certain that it wouldn’t have been with Robin even if he did.
“I know what I saw,” Micha said with a huff, turning and glaring at his mate, his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s not my fault that you don’t believe me.”
“I do believe you,” Damon said with a sigh; he hadn’t wanted to upset his mate but he just couldn’t believe that Fenrir would ever do anything with Robin. Harry meant far too much to the Alpha for him to cheat. “I just don’t think that Fenrir would do that to Harry.”
“She’s vile,” Micha said, glaring at Robin from across the clearing where he could see Fenrir talking to Robin rather sternly. The young girl was pouting considerably, her arms folded over her chest as she gave the Alpha her large puppy dog eyes.
“Well…” Damon said, not really able to disagree with his mate, but really not wanting to encourage Micha to speak about any member of their pack that way. “She isn’t really my cup of tea either,” he said after a moment, reaching out and trying to pull his mate into his arms.
“Does she have to stay, I mean look,” Micha said, waving an arm towards Robin and Fenrir. “She is flirting with him, and I bet those clothes are meant to show off her… assets,” he added with a sneer, letting Damon wrap an arm around his waist. He had been attracted to women in the past but he just didn’t understand the appeal of the sleazy look Robin had going at all.
“Yes she has to stay,” Damon said with a sigh, hoping that things would settle and Robin would become a little easier to deal with sooner rather than later. “But do you really think that Fenrir could be swayed from his love of Harry so easily? Does he look like he is remotely interested in her?” he asked his mate, looking over to where Fenrir was towering over the young girl.
“You didn’t see what I saw,” Micha said, remembering how close Robin had come to giving Fenrir a blow job, “but no, I don’t think the Alpha would cheat on Harry. I still think Harry needs to know.”
“Don’t be causing trouble,” Damon said pleadingly; he didn’t think that it was wise to give Harry more to worry about, considering what he had to worry about already. “There isn’t anything that Harry can do about her and besides, Robin will be going to Hogwarts with them after the next full moon.”
“That’s almost a full week away,” Micha said with a frown, not liking the fact that Harry was unaware that the little tramp was here and hitting on his mate. He knew that if the situation was reversed then he would have wanted to know if there was someone else trying to get between him and Damon.
“The time will fly by,” Damon said with a small smile. “I just don’t think that Harry needs to worry about it, not considering the fact that the Daily Prophet has outed them as werewolves. It’s causing something of a problem for them at school.”
“I know but if it was you and someone else then I would want to know,” Micha said adamantly. “I’d want to know if I was about to lose you.”
“You are never going to lose me and Harry is never going lose Fenrir,” Damon said, pulling Micha into his arms properly, turning the submissive so that they were chest-to-chest, looking into each other’s eyes. “Those two are going to be together until one of them kills the other and with the way that they argue that’ll probably be sooner rather than later.”
Micha couldn’t help but snort at that. Damon had a point, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still have concerns. “I just don’t want anything to change,” the submissive told him seriously. “I like our pack and she’s just… she isn’t welcome.” He felt a little bad saying it, but it was true. “I don’t even understand why she’s here at all; she clearly doesn’t want to be.”
“Fenrir wants her here to help protect Harry,” Damon explained, wondering already how good a job she would be able to do of that if she was apparently determined to try and get between the Alpha pair. “There are two others that are meant to be coming as well but I suppose when they arrive will be up to Fenrir and his moods but I don’t think it will be long.” He hoped it wouldn’t be long, and that at least one of them would be more up to the task of keeping Harry safe.
“Don’t you think there are enough of us?” Micha asked, almost pleadingly. Neither the addition of Jaylon, or of Robin had gone as anyone had expected, so he was doubtful about how wise it was to bring in more.
“There are a few of us but there aren’t many dominants, at least not that are of age,” Damon pointed out. Fenrir had told him that both of the other two that they would be fetching were dominants. “More can’t hurt, it’ll make us stronger,” he said, pressing a kiss to Micha’s temple.
“NO,” a voice shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to the person who had yelled; Robin was glaring at Fenrir, daring to challenge him on what he was saying. “I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING. I REFUSE TO BECOME A SERVANT TO ANYONE!” she bellowed, turning and storming off across the clearing.
“Then you won’t be eating until you do,” Fenrir told her loudly; his whole body was tense and he was growling under his breath, but he let her go. He was done wasting energy on her.
“FINE!” Robin yelled back, not even turning to look at him as she continued to storm towards the tree line. “I don’t want to eat that muck anyway!” she declared as she dropped herself down the ground, her back against one of the trees, determinedly not looking at the rest of the pack as tears filled her eyes.
She squeezed them closed, trying to stop the tears from falling but was unable to do so. She hated this, she hated this place, it wasn’t at all what she had expected and she wanted to go home. Her parents had never treated her like this, they treated her how she knew she deserved to be treated.
Robin just didn’t understand why the Alpha wasn’t attracted to her, she was wearing all the right clothes, her hair and make-up were perfect. She had had to give up on heels, the mud and dirt simply ruined them. She didn’t know how she felt about being outside, part of her actually rather liked it, she had always felt so confined being inside, now she knew why, though not having the luxuries that she was used to, like running water and a toilet, wasn’t enjoyable at all.
Once the Alpha came round to her way of thinking things would be better, she knew it; however, it seemed that he wasn’t going to be as easily swayed as she thought he might be. She had offered herself to him on a plate and he had refused. That was something she just didn’t understand at all but she wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t giving up easily either.
She brushed at her wet cheeks with the back of her hand, clearing away the tears that had fallen, glancing over to the pack, who had now all gone back to doing their own thing and were thankfully leaving her alone for the moment. This was all wrong, but she was determined to make it right; if the Alpha wouldn’t take her when she was throwing herself at him then she would have to find another way.
If that took cooperating with his stupid rules and proving herself worthy of him then she was going to do just that. She didn’t fancy helping cook, that was servants work but she was going to find some way to make the pack realise how amazing she was. That would teach the Alpha; he was going to regret sticking with whoever this Harry guy was. She was clearly the better option, the strong and handsome Alpha was going to be her mate.
FGHP
By Wednesday Lukas had needed some time away from the pack; the tensions were high and things with Robin were not much better than they had been when she had first arrived. Thankfully though, no one had questioned it when he had told them he would be spending the day working at his house.
Truthfully, he did have some work to get done, but he was also hopeful that he would find something from Nell. He knew she had been to see the doctor on Monday, and so he was hopeful that she would have written to him by now to let him know what they had said.
Sure enough, when he opened the door there was a letter on the floor just inside. Picking it up as he shut the door behind himself, he smiled at his name in Nell's now familiar handwriting; he did notice that there was no stamp or address though, and so he could only assume she had delivered it by hand. He was sorry he hadn't been there at the time, that he had missed the chance to see her, but that she had dropped it off, rather than just posting it, made him feel warm and hopeful that all was not lost between them.
Shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over one of the hooks by the door with barely a glance, he headed into this office and dropped into his chair, quickly opening the envelope and pulling out the letter from his girlfriend. He had missed her dreadfully and was hoping that soon he could see her again, whether she was pregnant or not.
A grin slowly spread across his face as he read, her words confirming what they already suspected. Nell was really pregnant, they were going to have a baby together; he felt a little bad that they had rushed into things so fast and that they were both so young, but he wasn't even going to pretend to not be ecstatic about the idea of being a father.
He was still smiling, feeling a little in shock at the confirmation that this was really happening, as he finished reading before putting the letter down on his desk. He desperately wanted to go to her, to hug and kiss her, and celebrate together, but apparently she still wasn't quite ready to see him yet, and he was determined to respect that no matter what his instincts were telling him to the contrary.
Lukas ran his fingers over the words she had signed off with, 'With love, Nell'. With love... she still loved him, despite all the trouble he had brought into her life in the few months they had known each other. He was second guessing what he had done, showing her his magic but he knew that he couldn't have kept it hidden forever and it would have been a lot worse if he had waited until after their baby was born. It was better if she knew now.
He folded up the letter, knowing that he would stare at her words all day if he didn't, but that let him see what was underneath. He frowned in confusion able to only see the corner of a very familiar seal, on an envelope, which definitely hadn't been there when he had left on Sunday night.
Pulling it from underneath Nell's letter, his frown deepened with worry at the sight of the Ministry of Magic's logo. Taking a deep calming breath, he quickly opened it up and pulled out the parchment to read.
His face paled the more that he read. Apparently his apparition in front of the muggles had not gone entirely unnoticed as he had hoped. Apparently Edward and Ann-Marie had had to have their memories modified, but not before they had implicated him, and now he was expected to turn himself in and explain his actions.
This was bad, really bad, and he was definitely going to need some serious help to get out of this mess, he realised with a sigh. Part of him knew he should go straight to Fenrir with this but political and legal matters were not exactly the Alpha’s speciality and that would mean explaining about Nell, which he wasn’t quite ready to do yet.
There was one person who might have a suggestion or two though, and already knew about Nell, he realised and so, pulling a blank piece of parchment from his desk and grabbing a quill and ink, he started to pen a letter. He just hoped that they would be able to pull enough strings to make this go away, because this was honestly the last thing the pack needed at the moment.
FGHP
It had been a long week for Seamus since he had been bitten. He had had nowhere to go, since the Gryffindors had rejected him, and most of his stuff was still missing, even though Luna had been valiantly been trying to help him find it all; though she did seem somewhat preoccupied with other things recently.
Not wanting anyone to know what had been going on, Seamus had been sleeping in a lot of empty classrooms. He was grateful for the fact that he was averagely good at Transfiguration and at least skilled enough to be able to create temporary beds for himself, that were moderately comfortable, out of the various other pieces of furniture he found in the rooms.
The day before, when he had been searching for his missing uniform, he had had the first stroke of luck that he had had in a while. He had come across a rather unique room. He had been going around in circles on the seventh floor corridor a little bit when a door had appeared quite suddenly in front of him. Of course this had startled and confused him quite a bit, but when Seamus had investigated further he had found a small but beautiful en-suite room with a few changes of clothes and even a desk for him to do his homework.
It had taken him a little while to work out how the room worked and manage to get back in when he had returned to it after dinner, but he was now lounging on the comfortable bed, thinking over everything that had happened to him over the last week. He looked around himself at the bedroom he now had; he genuinely couldn’t believe that he had stumbled upon something so perfect for himself.
It certainly made his life easier. He didn’t want to tell Harry or the others what was going on and he had been on the verge of doing so and asking for help, despite not wanting to because of how humiliating that would be. At least this way it made it easier to take care of himself without asking for help from the people that had put him in the position in the first place.
He was more than grateful that Harry and the other werewolves hadn’t shunned him; in fact quite the opposite, they had welcomed him into the group almost but he was still unsure if he wanted to align himself with them. It wasn’t that he disliked them, it was just that it was a lot to think about.
He wasn’t sure that he was a werewolf, though he had been told that it was likely that he would be. His friends had already abandoned him, as had his girlfriend, it was why he had been putting off writing to his parents as he truly wasn’t sure how they would take the news. He was scared that they might hate him for what he was going to become. That was if he survived; he had done the reading and even though he had a good chance because he was a wizard, it wasn’t a given thing that he would survive the transformation.
He was going to have to bite the bullet soon and write to his parents. If he didn’t survive the transformation then he didn’t want to not have written to them, it felt unfair. However, every time he tried to formulate a letter he just couldn’t find the words. The full moon was getting ever closer and there was no telling what was going to happen to him.
Harry had said that they wouldn’t just abandon him but there wasn’t much choice for the first full moon. He had to be alone; he couldn’t be with Harry’s pack in case he didn’t turn and he couldn’t have someone with him who wasn’t a werewolf in case he did turn. He was going to be very much alone and that scared him.
The worst bit was he had no one to talk to. He had been avoiding the only people that might know what he was going through. He just didn’t know what to say to them either, words were completely escaping him at the moment. He needed to just not think about it for a while, and so he swung his legs off the bed and stood up.
He made his way over to the desk which was now covered in his books and pieces of parchment; he didn’t really want to do homework, but given he hadn’t been able to do any properly for the last week he knew he should; he reasoned that the professors were only going to let him get away without doing any work for so long. So, with a sigh, Seamus sat himself down at the desk and pulled the Charms textbook towards himself and flipped it open to the relevant page to start reading.
FGHP
“Fenrir’s really not happy that she won’t help,” Tessie said quietly to Callie, as the two of them worked on making lunch for the pack. There was no doubt about who Tessie was referring to; Robin was still stubbornly refusing to help with the cooking, despite what Fenrir had said to her the day before, and she had stomped her feet all the way to and from the stream when Jenson had taken her with him to fetch water earlier that morning.
“I don’t think any of us are really,” Callie said, with a glance at the young girl, who was currently using a hand-held mirror to touch up her make-up. “But I agree, Fenrir is going to lose his temper with her soon. Particularly if she keeps up with this flirting.”
Tessie chuckled. “If you can call it that, I think she is more confusing Fenrir than anything.” It was obvious what the girl was trying to do, but she was going about it in all the wrong ways. If she hadn’t been causing them such trouble, it might have been amusing to watch the Alpha’s reactions.
“Confusing Fenrir isn’t a good thing,” Callie said with a concerned glance at the Alpha, who was stood a little way across the clearing talking with Jenson and Lukas; she knew that confusion was only going to make Fenrir more likely to lash out. “Harry isn’t going to take kindly to her,” she added with a sigh, dreading Harry’s reaction if he ever saw Robin flirting with Fenrir the way she had been.
“None of the other pups are,” Tessie pointed out with a wince, as she too glanced over to where Robin was sat brushing her hair now, to make sure the girl wasn’t listening in; they didn’t need to make things worse with her by having her overhear this conversation.
“I agree, none of them are going to respect her much,” Callie agreed, with a nod of her head. “I really don’t see how Fenrir is going to send Robin to Hogwarts with them. Harry respects Clay and Romy and he won’t listen to either of them, I’m not sure what the Alpha expects Robin to do. She is far too self centred to care about anyone other than herself.”
“Fenrir has less than a week until the full moon,” Tessie said, “it isn’t much time to get her in to line.”
“She isn’t ready to go,” Callie said with a frown, glancing over to the vain girl; she was pouting at the mirror and primping herself, seemingly practising her smile. Callie didn’t understand the obsession Robin seemed to have with mirrors, it seemed all very odd to her.
“I doubt Fenrir will see it that way, he just wants to protect Harry,” Tessie said as she spotted an owl winging its way towards the clearing. “Speaking of Harry, I think we’re about to get some news from the school.”
“Oh goodness,” Callie said with a sigh, “what have they got up to now?” she asked rhetorically as the owl became closer. Panic instantly set in as she worried over what might have happened. Romy was always going to be her daughter and being away from her always put her on edge, regardless of how much she trusted Harry and Clayton to take care of her little girl.
“Looks like it’s heading for you,” Tessie said with a frown as she saw the owl heading in their direction. It seemed to be carrying a small package in its talons, which confused Callie a little, she just hoped that it wasn’t some form of joke from Clayton, she didn’t think that her heart would be able to take it.
“What is it?” Fenrir demanded as the owl dropped the package into Callie’s outstretched hands, having headed straight over to the two women when he had seen the owl approaching. “Harry?” He was a little concerned about what could have happened, he had seen the owl and worry had instantly set in about his mate and the other pups of the pack.
“Not sure,” Callie said, as she started to unwrap the small parcel; however, a smile spread across her lips when she saw the enclosed phials. There was also a folded piece of parchment with Fenrir’s name scrawled across it. “Think this is for you,” she said, holding it out the Alpha to take, as she picked up one of the small bottles and looked at it closely.
“Is that…?” Jenson asked, as he came and took a seat next to his mate.
“Yes and there is an anti nausea potion too; that boy is a life saver,” Callie said with a relieved smile, gesturing the small label attached the phial still in the parcel’s wrappings in her lap.
“Looks like there is a note for you too, love,” Jenson said, pointing it out to her as he could only just see it beneath the phial still in the packaging. Callie smiled, as she put the bottle in her hand down and pulled out the note from underneath them, her own name written on this one.
“How come she gets a present and I don’t?” Robin pouted, glaring at Callie, and trying to get a closer look at whatever it was the parcel had contained. “I want a present.”
“I don’t think Harry is going to send you gifts any time soon,” Micha snapped at her, snuggling into Damon’s side, really disliking her for all the right reasons.
Robin sneered at him. “I bet I can make better potions than him,” she said as she spotted what it was that had been sent. She didn’t like that the Alpha had become so engrossed in the note that Harry had sent him, paying no one any attention whatsoever; well she was going to change that.
“It just explains about the anti-nausea potion,” Callie said, as she read the note, paying no attention to Robin as the girl got up and headed towards the Alpha. “And he promises that they are behaving,” she added with a sceptical chuckle.
“Why do I not believe that,” Jenson asked with a smile, thinking that pigs would fly before the pups actually behaved themselves.
A sudden crack of harsh skin-to-skin contact caught the attention of the pack, and they all turned towards the Alpha, who was towering over Robin. The girl was sat on the ground, looking shocked, her hand pressed to her cheek.
“Do not touch me again,” Fenrir growled out angrily, as he reached down and snatched the note back from the girl. Her snatching Harry’s letter from his hand had been enough to finally make him lose his temper with Robin completely. He had not meant to hit her so hard but he did not regret it in the slightest, in fact he rather hoped that it would teach her a very valuable lesson.
Micha couldn’t help but giggle, looking rather pleased with what had just happened and not feeling at all guilty for enjoying seeing her in pain. “Serves you right,” he said, sticking his tongue out at the sixteen year old, who was still sat on the ground, rubbing at her cheek.
“Micha, enough,” Damon warned sternly. It wasn’t often that Damon took that tone with him and Micha very quickly stopped talking, instead turning into his mate, nuzzling into him, wanting to show that he was sorry for what he had said.
No one got up to offer her help, not even Tessie or Lukas who would genuinely do almost anything for anyone, they still weren’t willing to go to Robin’s aid, not after her attitude towards them all. Everyone knew that it had served her right, none of them would condone violence, especially not towards submissives, but sometimes it was a necessity and with Robin it certainly was.

“The lunch is almost ready,” Tessie said quietly; the pack had fallen silent in the aftermath of the Alpha’s violent outburst towards the young girl. Robin had remained on the ground, too shocked to move or speak, and the Alpha had simply sat back down and resumed reading the note from Harry that Robin had snatched off him.
“Help her,” Fenrir barked at Robin, motioning towards Tessie. Callie was reading over her own note from Harry, which contained instructions on when to take the potion and how he had found an anti nausea potion that wouldn’t react badly with the first potion. She wasn’t going to be in any position to help with the lunch now.
“I don’t want to,” Robin said with a little sniffle, trying to fight back the tears, not wanting to cry in front of these horrible people.
“Then leave,” Fenrir said with finality, he was quickly losing all patience with this girl. He had another two sixteen year old boys that he could bring into the pack to do what he needed Robin to do; he had brought her in thinking that Harry would appreciate having a fellow submissive, but she was very replaceable. If she wasn’t going to cooperate and become a functioning member of the pack then he would gladly see her leave. She had to learn that she had to start being part of the pack and pitching in, she wasn't doing herself any favours acting the way she was.
“What?” Robin asked, gaping up at the Alpha from where she was still on the floor; she wasn’t willing to believe that she had just heard him tell her that she could leave. That was not how things were meant to go at all, she was meant to be his, he wasn’t meant to turn her away.
“If you cannot function as part of this pack, leave,” Fenrir said, giving her more words than he would have given anyone else aside from Harry. He had truly had enough of this girl, she was annoying him and he couldn’t be bothered with her any more, he cared very little if she tried to leave, she would soon find out what the world was like and how sheltered she was from that, even now.
“I have nowhere to go,” Robin said with a whimper, thinking that her parents probably wouldn’t want her back. Not that she would ever go back to them, not after they abandoned her to this place and this life; it was humiliating.
“Then stay,” Fenrir said with a shrug, getting to his feet, having tired of this conversation and wanting some time alone to truly appreciate the words that his mate had taken the time to write for him, “but if you stay then you help.”
The rest of the pack remained where they were, utterly shocked at what had just transpired, watching with some degree of surprise as Robin grumpily stood herself up and stormed over to where Tessie was working on the dinner. It wasn’t much, and the girl was obviously reluctant, but the ultimatum seemed to have kind of worked, or was at least a start.
No one had been given the option to leave like that before, no one had ever pissed Fenrir off enough for him to give the ultimatum. No one would have complained if she had chosen to leave, that was for sure, but if she was going to stay then her attitude needed to change. She couldn’t be a pampered little princess here, not even Harry, who was the true Alpha mate, acted like such a brat, at least he didn’t any more.
Harry had proven himself and had taken the mantle of Alpha’s mate as he had deserved to do. He had made mistakes along the way and he had learnt from them, the entire pack could appreciate this fact now and they also knew, just from observing Robin, how bad the young man could have been. Harry had come a long way and no one wanted to see Robin replace him; it was just good to know that Fenrir didn’t either.
FGHP
Harry groaned softly as an annoying tapping woke him up, and from the near darkness outside he could tell that it was far too early for his liking. He glanced at Romy and Clay, who were fast asleep and cuddled up together next to him, before rolling over onto his other side to glare at the window.
Spotting an owl there, trying to get in, he forced himself up out of bed and went to open it, allowing the creature into the room. It hooted softly at him as it landed on the window sill and held out the letter for him to take.
"Thanks," he said through a yawn as he took the letter, speaking quietly as he didn't want to wake his pack siblings. The owl hooted again softly before taking off out of the window; however, Harry's attention was already firmly on the letter from Lukas, as he walked over to one of the trees and sat down with his back against the trunk.
Apparently things hadn't gone well when Lukas had gone to dinner with Nell's parents and he had had to get them out of there in a hurry. Harry wasn't sure what he could do to get the Ministry off of Lukas' back about the illegal use of magic in front of muggles, but he was sure that he would think of something.
If he had to, he would go to Dumbledore; he was certain there would be something he could use to leverage the headmaster into helping. As bad as this was though, Harry couldn't help but be touched that Lukas had come to him for help, that in itself was only adding to his determination to fix this. Though it did make him wonder why Lukas hadn't gone to Fenrir, he was the Alpha after all and he made a mental note to talk to his pack brother as soon as he could.
FGHP
“Whoa, hey!” Theo shouted, as he managed to deftly managed to catch the wrist of third year Gryffindor who had gone to give Harry a shove as they were walking past them on the stairs. “Not smart,” Theo warned, quickly releasing the boy and letting him and his friends run off, before Clay or Harry decided to take more serious action.
“Urg, I am getting really sick of having to watch my back all the time,” Harry grumbled, as he watched the boy run off; it wasn't helping any that he was so tired, not having been able to get back to sleep after reading Lukas' letter that morning.
They had just finished their last lesson of the day and were making their way down to the Entrance Hall where they were planning to meet Romy, Astoria and Luna. “Thanks for that though,” Harry added, giving Theo a grateful smile. If the boy had succeeded in what he had been planning then Harry was likely to have ended up falling down the stairs.
“No problem,” Theo said with a shrug. There had be a fairly steady barrage of attacks, both verbal and physical, against all three of the pups, but most of it aimed at Harry; both he and Draco had become rather proficient at seeing it coming by this point and even better at stopping them.
Clay seemed to be struggling with it most, however, his protective instincts sometimes almost overwhelming him. It was in part the memory of having bitten Seamus that was holding him back; he didn’t dare get into any kind of fight out of fear that something like that might happen again, but that was barely holding him back by a thread.
This was why the moment that they reached the Entrance Hall he pulled Romy into his arms, holding her close as he breathed in her scent, letting it calm him. He needed her more than ever now, he needed his whole family really but Romy was enough, he loved her deeply and that was never going to change.
“What happened?” Astoria asked, looking between them and taking in the tense expression they all had.
“Some idiot tried to shove Harry again,” Theo told her as he pulled Luna into his side. He hadn’t actually said anything to his friends about what was happening between the two of them, but everyone seemed to have just accepted it none-the-less.
“Again?” Romy asked with a frown. She wasn’t liking how frequently these attacks were happening, she didn’t dare tell Harry and especially not Clayton that she had been the victim of a few attacks too. She didn’t trust that Clay wouldn’t track down and kill anyone that hurt her.
“Yeah, it was just some snotty little third year,” Draco said dismissively. “And Theo stopped him before he could actually do anything anyway.”
“We’re in third year,” Astoria said with a scowl, gesturing between herself and Romy.
“Oh yes, so you are,” Draco said with a chuckle, throwing his arm over her shoulder and leading the group in the direction of the Great Hall. “So I suggest you don’t try to push Harry down any other stairs or Theo will have to send you running too.”
“Prat,” Astoria said, though she made no attempt to escape from under Draco’s arm as he led her towards the Slytherin table, their friends following behind.
“Since when did I become the seventh wheel?” Harry asked with a snort as he looked around at his friends who all seemed to be pairing themselves off. He didn’t really mind at all though; Romy and Clay were perfect together, Theo and Luna just made some kind of very strange sense, and even Draco and Astoria were kind of adorable in their own way, even if they weren’t actually together, but it did make him miss Fenrir a lot.
“Aww, well one more week and you can have your own cuddles,” Romy said with a teasing grin, as she and Clayton took seats at the table across from where Astoria and Draco had sat down.
“I’m having a damn sight more than cuddles,” Harry added with a salacious smirk. “Which is more than I can say about you lot,” he added, looking between the six of them as he took a seat next to Clayton. He was fairly certain that Romy and Clay weren’t doing anything yet, Draco and Astoria weren’t even together, and Luna and Theo hadn’t been together long at all.
“You aren’t aware of the extent of my relationship, Harry,” Theo told him, Luna just smiling innocently, and helping herself to some dinner, from where she was sat next to him, apparently not going to say anything on the subject.
“Oh yeah,” Harry said sceptically, not believing for a minute that the two of them were actually sleeping together already. “Luna is far too sweet and innocent than to let you sleep with her that quickly,” he insisted. Theo opened his mouth to say something more to that, but they never found out what it was, because he was interrupted by Clayton.
“Oh geeze, here we go,” Clay grumbled at the sight of several owls winging their way towards them. The rest of the group turned to look up at where he had been looking, and could easily make out the numerous red envelopes that they were carrying.
“They must really hate you,” Draco said with a frown, as the parliament of owls headed their way. “Special delivery owls and everything,” he added, as they started dropping the letters onto the table in front of Harry.
“I’m honoured,” Harry said dryly, as the pile slowly grew, more and more people around them turning to watch, “hatred that runs so deeply it can’t wait till morning for them to tell me.” He had been getting howlers every morning, along with the usual post, but it was a bit much to be getting them at dinner as well.
“Just incinerate them,” Romy said with a sigh. “Though it looks like there is an actual letter in there too,” she added, pulling the note out from between the red envelopes and handing it over to Harry.
“What else would I do?” Harry asked, scowling at the letter in his hand. “Listen to them? Hell no; I don’t need to know how much people hate me,” he told her, incinerating the howlers with a casual wave of his wand and a muttered spell. “Though to be honest I’m not really hungry; think I might sneak away while everyone is eating and get a start on my homework and maybe not read this letter as it looks to be from Dumbledore.”
“Someone should go with you,” Clay said, not trusting the other students in the school not to take advantage of Harry being alone and undefended, and using it as a chance to attack him.
“No, it’s fine,” Harry said, putting a hand on Clay’s shoulder as he got to his feet. “You stay and eat, I’ll be fine; most people are here anyway,” he pointed out, gesturing to the students around the hall. “I’ll meet you in the forest room.”
FGHP
Thankfully Harry had been right, the corridors of the school were more or less empty as he made his way towards their forest room. He knew that if he opened the note he had received from Dumbledore then he would need to go and see the tedious old man; however, the more he tried not to think about it, the heavier the envelope seemed to be in his pocket.
“Damn it all,” he cursed quietly, coming to a stop and looking around to make sure he really was alone. Seeing that he was, he pulled the letter out and opened it; sure enough, it pretty much said what he had expected. Dumbledore wanted to speak with him, and had instructed him to come to the headmaster’s study.
He bit at his lower lip as he thought; he didn’t want to go, that much he knew beyond doubt, but he knew that he should. It was possible that the headmaster actually had something to talk to him about, something regarding the Horcruxes, something important.
“Really can’t be bothered with this tonight,” Harry said to himself with a sigh, looking longingly in the direction of the forest room, thinking of just how wonderful it would be to ignore the letter and go straight there, do his homework and pretend to be normal. Harry knew that he couldn’t though, he wasn’t normal, he had a job to do.
Hating how responsible he was being and wishing that he could be a little more reckless, Harry turned around and headed in the direction of the headmaster’s study, hating the elderly man more with every step he took in the opposite direction of the forest classroom.
FGHP
Dumbledore had been waiting for an hour; he had expected Harry forty minutes ago at the latest. He was getting angry about this now, they had a job to do after all and when he demanded Harry come to him, he expected for the teenager to show up. There were still two horcruxes left and they needed a game plan about how they were going to find them.
The war was close to being won, the two horcruxes and then Tom himself, he could taste the victory, the praise and the admiration that would come with it, not to mention the satisfaction of seeing Harry dead, the last piece of the puzzle. It almost made all of the boy’s cheek and back chat worth it. Tonight, though, he had another matter to discuss with him.
“You are seriously starting to piss me off,” Harry said as he barged into the office, glaring at the headmaster venomously.
“Good evening to you too,” the headmaster said tiredly. It was all he could do not to clench his fists and return the heated glare that the teenager was giving him; however, he reigned it in, controlling himself and instead just smiled sweetly at Harry as the young werewolf flopped down in a chair and propped his feet on the headmaster’s desk.
“Don’t be all nice and fluffy, it doesn’t suit you,” Harry snapped, at his wit's end with everything today. The howlers, the other students attacking him without provocation and now a cosy chat with the headmaster, it was enough to make Harry want to lash out at the closest person to him and if that happened to be Dumbledore then so be it.
“Very well,” Dumbledore said with a curt nod of his head. “Do you remember the Chamber I mention to you before, the one where Voldemort was revived?” he asked.
Harry nodded his head. “Where Ginny Weasley died, the one you think can only be accessed with parseltongue?” he asked, wanting to make sure they were talking about the same place.
“Yes,” the headmaster confirmed. “I was hoping you would consider accompanying me down there, to retrieve her body. I know things are complicated between yourself and Ronald, and I imagine that such a thing would go a long way to earn some good faith.”
“I’m not interested in any good faith towards him, not after the way he’s treated me and my pack,” Harry told him sharply, though his mind was already mulling over the other reasons he might want to go along with the headmaster's wishes. “But I’ll do it regardless because if it was my family that was down there I would hope that someone would find it in their hearts to help if they could.”
“You surprise me,” the headmaster hummed; he had wanted to do something to try and stop the fights between Harry and Ron, because they were causing problems throughout the school. “I thought that it would take more convincing than this,” he admitted.
“Well, some of us are actually capable of just doing the right thing occasionally,” Harry said through clenched teeth. He meant what he said, and was sure he would have done this even if he didn't need Dumbledore's help with Lukas, but he was also quite happy for the headmaster to remain oblivious to his ulterior motives. “Besides," Harry added, "I’m glad you keep underestimating me, it means that you really don’t know me well at all. I am more than just someone for you to use in your war.”
“So it would seem,” Dumbledore said with a rather patronising smile, nodding his head slightly. “Either way, I am sure the Weasley family will be most grateful for your assistance in returning their daughter to them.”
“They deserve the right to bury her properly,” Harry said bluntly, thinking of all the family he had never had a proper chance to say goodbye to; his mother, James, even his Dad, though thankfully he had not be dead like he had believed. He did feel sorry to the Weasley family, empathised with their loss; he might hate Ron, but he didn’t even know the others.
“Quite so,” Dumbledore said with a nod of his head. “I will of course need to make some arrangements, and I believe it would be best left until the weekend so…”
“The full moon is at the weekend,” Harry interrupted with a frown, sure that the headmaster was probably already aware of this. “If you want it to be a weekend, it will have to wait until the one after that.”
Dumbledore took a calming breath, not at all appreciating being interrupted but growing used to it from Harry. “Very well,” he agreed, “I shall make plans for us to go down there the weekend after next.” For one thing he wanted to speak with Arthur and warn him what he and Harry were going to do.
“Great,” Harry said dismissively. “Can I go now?” he asked impatiently. He hadn’t wanted this meeting in the first place, and was keen to get out of there as quickly as possible; he was sure that he could use this to get Dumbledore to pull strings at the ministry, but he wanted to let the headmaster think that this favour was for free for a short while first, that way he could threaten to retract his offer to help if Dumbledore decided to be difficult.
“No, we need to discuss the remaining horcruxes,” Dumbledore said sternly. He understood that Harry didn’t really want to be there, to be honest he didn’t much want the teenager there either, but it was the only way they were going to win the war.
“Great, do you know any more about them than you did the last time?” Harry asked; if the headmaster genuinely had more to talk to him about then he wanted to hear it, but he was sceptical.
“No, not as such,” the old man admitted with a sigh. He wished he had more news to give but even with all they had learned with the discovery of locket, there wasn’t a great deal to go on.
“Then what is there to talk about?” Harry asked, swinging his feet off the desk and leaning forward in his seat to glare at the headmaster.
“Your dreams are the only clue we have as to their whereabouts…” Dumbledore pointed out with exasperation.
“And I’ve told you every detail about them,” Harry insisted; he honestly didn’t know what else he could tell the headmaster. “If you have nothing more to add then we have nothing more to discuss, which means I’ll be leaving,” he added, getting to his feet and heading for the door.
However, he didn’t get more than a few steps before the headmaster spoke. “Harry, don’t be unreasonable,” Dumbledore said, standing up behind his desk.
“Unreasonable? Seriously?!” Harry exclaimed, turning around to glare at the headmaster. “You can go and fuck yourself with your unreasonable. I just want to have a quiet life, do my homework, go to class, be with my mate and you,” he said angrily, pointing an accusatory finger at Dumbledore, “keep fucking that up. You took my dad away from me, you dragged me here, you’re poisoning my whole life and you think I’m being unreasonable?” he asked incredulously.
“I think that perhaps you need some rest,” Dumbledore said with a sigh, his hands resting on his desk, his eyes narrowed on the teenager. He really was most definitely not in the mood to deal with one of Harry’s temper tantrums. “Go and get some sleep,” he suggested firmly, “I’ll write you a note in regards to your homework, I’m sure you already know the material anyway.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re doing me any favours,” Harry spat out venomously, ignoring the part of his brain that reminded him that the headmaster would be doing him a favour soon if all went well. “Though if you really want to let me recuperate and rest then we’ll all be going home for the full weekend," he added, thinking he might be able to really milk this after all. "I need to get away from this damn place for a while and if you give a damn about me, as you claim to, then you’re going to let us go.”
The headmaster sighed, looking down at his desk for a moment, before glancing back up to see Harry watching him with determined eyes. “Very well,” he agreed. "Anything else I can do for you?"
Harry knew that Dumbledore's offer had been in jest but it was the opening he needed and he wasn't about to pass it up. "Just one more thing, seeing as we are doing each other favours and all that," the teenager said, looking the headmaster in the eye, and just about managing to keep the smugness from his face, "I was wondering if you would look into a case at the Ministry, regarding Lukas Faris..."
FGHP
“See, I told you he would be with Dumbledore,” Romy said to Clay, as she pointed out Harry’s name on the marauder’s map. He and Romy had been rather worried when they had got back to the Forest room and realised that Harry wasn’t there, but an educated guess, given the letter Harry had had at dinner, had clued Romy into where he had likely gone.
“Yeah, but without telling us,” Clay pointed out grumpily. Harry was supposed to have come back to the forest room and work on his homework, and he didn’t like that his friend had gone off on his own.
“But that was the point of the map,” Romy said tiredly, “so we could always find him. Look he’s on the move, I bet he’s going to see his Dad, he’s heading in that direction, why don’t we go and wait outside the hospital wing for him?”
“Yeah,” Clay said nodding in agreement. “Then I can lecture him about not telling us where he’s going,” he added decisively, heading for the door.
“Clay, love, he’s been through enough today,” Romy said, grabbing Clay’s hand before he could get very far. “Let’s just let him have the time he clearly needed. Dealing with that horrid old man can’t be easy on him,” she pointed out, as she stepped closer and smiled up at him.
“Then he should let us help him,” Clay said unhappily, a scowl on his face. “It’s what we’re here for,” he reminded her. He just wanted to help Harry and didn’t understand why Harry wouldn’t let him.
“Harry looks after us as much as the Alpha does,” Romy pointed out, cuddling against Clay’s chest, his arms wrapping around her. “He’s part of the Alpha pair. Can you imagine the responsibility of that weighing down on him as well as everything else he has to deal with? Maybe we can cut him a break, just this once,” she suggested, smiling up at him once more.
“Always the voice of reason,” Clay said with a smile, pulling Romy into a sweet kiss, holding her close as he deepened the kiss, revelling in the fact that she was his; he wasn’t ever going to let her go.

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