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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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Chapter List
- 86
- 87
- 88
Apologies about leaving you guys on a cliff-hanger for as long as we have, but real life happened, as it tends to do. Hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 87 - Separation
“We don’t want any trouble here, Greyback,” the wizard, who Fenrir knew to be Auror Moody, said; he had his wand out and pointed directly at the Alpha wolf threateningly. The other Aurors were all standing on high alert, wands pointed at various pack members, expecting trouble.
“Then you shouldn’t have come,” Jenson snarled, knowing that Fenrir wasn’t going to bother conversing with these people. The Aurors were a threat, plain and simple; he was going to fight them before he let them hurt any of his pack but that was something that Jenson wanted to avoid.
“We only want the boy,” a woman, who again was recognisable to Fenrir as Tonks, said, looking around the clearing for the one they wanted. “Niko Walker.”
“No,” Fenrir snarled, instantly. He hated the thought that anyone was going to take his son away from him. He would rather kill every single Auror that dared come here than allow them to take Niko away from him, from Harry and the pack.
Up on the platforms on the edge of the clearing, Harry gripped Niko tightly, his mind rushing with every possibility of what they could do to get out of this situation without a lot of casualties. Harry had to think quickly; he didn’t want to see anyone get hurt but he didn’t want to see Niko taken by these people either.
The Ministry had never been favourable to creatures such as them and Niko was so young. However, Harry knew that Lukas was close to having the paperwork sorted out to make Niko legally theirs; it would only take another few days, less if they sped the process up. With his mind racing and panic trying to take over, he had to make a split second decision that he hoped would work out for the best.
The Aurors were slowly moving further into their clearing and he could see that it wasn’t going to take much to cause Fenrir to attack them. It was rapidly becoming apparent that unless they wanted a full on war they were going to have to allow these Aurors to take Niko. Harry didn’t feel right about it, in fact he was damn near terrified about letting his adoptive son leave with these awful people, who had helped render his father in a coma; however, unless the pack wanted a battle it was what had to happen.
“Niko, listen to me,” Harry said, getting his son’s attention with his stern tone. The ten year old was looking as if he was on the verge of panicking. “Lots of people are going to get hurt unless you go with them, but we will get you back. We have all the paperwork that makes you legally mine and Fenrir’s son but we just need a day or two. I promise you that you will be back with us, I won’t leave you, not ever, but for the moment you have to go with them. Do you understand?”
Niko nodded his head, tears brimming in his eyes. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of him, he knew that this was the only option they had, but that didn’t make it any easier to leave. He looked over the edge of the platform at the people who had come there to take him away from his family and he hated them but he trusted Harry, he trusted Fenrir and if this was what they were asking of him then he would do it.
“I’m scared,” Niko whispered, looking at Harry with tears streaming down his cheeks. He really didn’t want to leave here; it was the only place that he had felt safe and accepted since his parents had died. Harry and Fenrir had accepted him as their own and he didn’t want to be anywhere else other than with them.
“I know,” Harry said, hating that he needed to ask so much of the young boy. If there had been any other way then he would have done it just to keep Niko in the territory but even as they watched on it seemed that patience and tempers were being pushed to the limit. All it was going to take was one person to lose their nerve and the situation was going to devolve into a bloody fight to the death.
Fenrir was so transfixed on Moody, who appeared to be the ring leader of the group, that didn’t notice that his mate was disobeying a direct order and was climbing down from the platform. Harry had, at least, come alone, leaving Niko where he was until they could ascertain what was going to happen to the ten year old if they allowed him to go.
“Harry…” Micha gasped in shock, not having expected to see his fellow submissive amongst the others. He had known that Harry wasn’t the smartest when it came to making choices about the ones that he loved but he hadn’t thought that the Alpha’s mate would be stupid enough to get involved here, not when he had already been safely hidden away with some of the others.
“It’s okay, Fen,” Harry said gently, coming to stand by his mate. Before the Alpha had could say anything, Harry placed a hand on his mate’s arm, wanting to calm him and defuse the tension a little before someone did something that lead to a lot of people losing their lives.
“Potter, we only want Niko Walker. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be,” Moody snarled, hoping that he would be able to talk some sense into the boy. Harry did not take kindly to being addressed in this manner however and turned to glare at Moody rather hatefully.
“Do not speak to me,” Harry snapped, not bothering to correct the man on his surname. Turning look up at Fenrir, Harry got his attention, but the Alpha wolf did not look impressed with him right now. “Please listen to me,” Harry whispered very softly; he didn’t want the Aurors to hear them but he knew with Fenrir’s hearing that the Alpha would be able to hear every word.
“What?” Fenrir growled in annoyance. He was a little angry with his mate, mainly because Harry had disobeyed a direct order from him, but his temper was more being pushed to the limits by the fact that his territory was being invaded and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He probably shouldn’t have taken it out on Harry as much as he was but it was a struggle to hold on to his temper at all.
“They won’t leave without Niko,” Harry said in a hushed but urgent whisper. “Lukas has the paperwork, we just need to sign it all and take it to the Ministry. It’ll take a day to get it all sorted. If we let them take him then no one gets hurt and we will get him back as quickly as we can; and we rebuild the wards stronger than they were so they can’t come back.”
“I won’t let them take him,” Fenrir said with a low warning growl, shocked that Harry would suggest that allowing these wizards to take their son was a good idea.
“I don’t like it either,” Harry said to his mate, wanting to make it very clear how he felt about what was going on; he didn’t want Fenrir to think that he wanted this to happen because it was the last thing he wanted. He was absolutely terrified of what could happen to Niko while the kid wasn’t in the territory, but he knew that if they didn’t do this then there were going to be a lot of casualties and potentially even a few fatalities too. “I just don’t want to see anyone else hurt.”
“Niko…” Fenrir said, glancing over to the edge of the clearing where he knew their son to be hiding with a few of the others.
“Will be fine. I’ve explained to him why and that we’re not abandoning him,” Harry said quickly, wanting to explain to his mate that it was okay. “We’ll get him back, Fen,” he said and the Alpha, knowing when to listen to his mate's logic, nodded. He had never been good at logical thinking himself but that was why he had Harry, who was able to think a lot clearer in situations such as this.
“Fine,” the Alpha said unhappily, turning back to Moody with a furious scowl on his face, watching as Harry took a step towards the Auror to confront him.
“Who sent you here?” Harry demanded to know, determined to get some answers before he would even consider letting these people go anywhere with his son.
“We came to rescue an orphaned child who should be in the care of the Ministry,” Moody said, ensuring that he kept his wand pointed at the beasts before him. He didn’t trust them not to lose their temper and attack them.
“Dumbledore then,” Harry said venomously through clenched teeth, drawing his own conclusions from the Auror's evasive response. This had the headmaster written all over it and knowing that he was behind it made Harry furious.
“We have been sent by the Ministry of Magic. Niko Walker is an orphan and needs to be cared for by competent adults,” Tonks said firmly. This was not the first time something like this had happened, of course it was rare but still something that they had to take very seriously. Niko was a magical child after all, even if he was a werewolf too.
“You know that we are the best option for him now that he is one of us and we will do everything in our power to get him back with us,” Harry said stubbornly. “And I swear that if there is one hair out of place on his head when we get him back I will personally rip open your stomach and watch as you slowly die, while I play with your intestines. Understand?”
Fenrir looked rather pleased with his mate’s suggestion and gave the nervous looking Aurors a rather toothy grin that made a couple of them take a small step back. He really wouldn’t mind carrying out Harry’s threat here and now, preventing them from taking Niko at all, but he knew that that would be counterproductive.
“We want to protect the boy, not hurt him,” Moody told them gruffly, looking rather offended at the implication. Werewolf or not, he agreed with Dumbledore on this one; a forest clearing was no place for a ten year old to grow up and Niko’s orphan status gave them the right to take him into custody to protect him and keep him safe.
“Fetch him,” Fenrir told his mate, glancing up at the platform where Niko was cuddled into Tessie’s side. He hated this but Harry was right; there were too many Aurors and though he was sure his pack could take them on, it wouldn’t be without at least a few injuries to his pack, if not a fatality too and he didn't want to lose anyone in that way.
Harry nodded, heading off towards the treeline and by the time he had got there, Niko had already climbed down to meet him. “I really have to go with them?” the ten year old asked in a whisper.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry said, wrapping his arms around his son and hugging him tightly. “Just for a day or two, and then I will come get you. I promise.” Crouching down, Harry looked him in the eye. “You are my son, no matter what anyone else tells you, and if I have to tear down the whole Ministry to get you back, then that’s what I will do.”
Niko giggled a little at that, his anxiousness showing, but Harry could tell that Niko was trying to be brave. “Maybe try Lukas’ paperwork thing first,” the ten year old suggested cheekily, as he tucked himself into Harry’s side, the two of them heading back over towards the Alpha.
“You can tell Dumbledore that until Niko is back with the pack, I will not be returning to Hogwarts; the others will but I will not,” Harry said firmly. When Fenrir looked questioningly at his mate, Harry leaned close to the Alpha, Niko between them, and whispered, “Remus needs to go back and the others need to be there for Seamus, whatever happened,” he explained.
Fenrir nodded, filling with pride at his young mate for thinking of this, as he too wrapped an arm around Niko. He was still hoping that he wouldn’t have to do this and was honestly tempted to just kill all the Aurors for trying to take the ten year old away.
“I can do this, Dad,” Niko said confidently, looking up at the huge Alpha with a determined look on his face, despite the tear tracks that were still marking his cheeks. Fenrir grunted in agreement as Niko threw his arms around Harry’s middle. “I love you,” the ten year old said in little more than a whisper.
“I love you too,” Harry said, squeezing Niko tightly before reluctantly letting him go; Fenrir’s arms wrapping around Harry and pulling him close was all that kept him from reaching out and pulling Niko back as the ten year old started off towards Moody and Tonks.
“I hate you, just so you know,” Niko said to Moody with a glare, folding his arms over his chest grumpily, trying his very best to copy what the Alpha would do in a situation like this. He heard Harry stifle a laugh as he said this and Niko turned back to give his mother a small smile as Moody took hold of the scruff of Niko’s neck and they apparated away, the other Auror’s following suit.
FGHP
“I can’t believe you let them take him,” Clay said once all of the Aurors were gone and the others had climbed down from the platforms. Harry was still feeling a little delicate, shock having set in now that he was realising that his son was gone.
“Don’t, Clayton,” Damon said, realising that now was not the time for Clay to be jumping down Harry’s throat about the choice that Harry had made. It had been a difficult one to make and Damon personally thought that it had been the right call.
“We could have taken them,” Clay said in a huff. However, he received a clip round the ear for his comment. Damon wasn’t going to take any attack on Harry lightly right now, not when it was clear that the teenager just needed a moment with the Alpha to compose himself.
“Damon, take Micha and return the pups to school with Remus. Harry will stay here,” Fenrir instructed. He too needed some time to gather his thoughts and he couldn’t do that when he was worrying about the pups and their opinions about what had happened. He knew that Harry had made the right choice; it was not necessarily the one that he himself would have made, however, he knew that it had been the right one and it had potentially saved lives.
“I need to talk to Dumbledore,” Harry said softly, realising that if Damon and Micha escorted the others back to school they wouldn’t be able to do that.
“We need to talk to Lukas first,” Fenrir reminded him, knowing that this was not the only reason they needed to delay talking to the headmaster. The Alpha wolf knew that if he saw Dumbledore now then it was less likely that they would be talking and far more likely that he would tear the elderly man’s head off. Fenrir needed a moment to regain his control. Losing Niko had been a huge blow to him and the anger bubbling inside of him was not to be taken lightly.
“We are going to get him back, aren’t we?” Harry asked, suddenly panicked and second guessing himself. “I promised him that we would get him back to us,” he continued, really afraid that they would never see Niko again.
“We will get him back,” Fenrir said firmly. There was no other option in his mind, they were going to get their son back no matter what it took. “They’re leaving,” he added, nodding his head vaguely towards the others pack members, knowing Harry would want to say goodbye.
Damon had rounded up Clay, Romy and Robin together, so that he could escort them back to Hogwarts. Remus was stood close to Damon, saying goodbye to Tessie and Jaylon, who the professor found he was going to miss dreadfully while he was at the school this month.
Harry wasted no time in going to say goodbye to Clay, Romy and Remus, though he didn’t even spare a glance to Robin. He was not in the mood for her right now. He pulled Romy into a tight hug, whispering into her ear. “You’re in charge until I get there. Look after Seamus, make sure he’s okay for me, he’ll need a friend,” he said before finally letting her go.
“I will,” Romy said softly, not knowing what else to say to him, only smiling weakly. She couldn’t imagine what it was that he was going through, losing a child was something she never wanted to experience.
Harry then turned to Clay, pulling him into a tight bear hug too. “Protect Romy and, whatever you do, don’t let Robin into our room; it’s ours and she isn’t welcome.” Clay nodded at his instructions as Harry pulled away, understanding that Romy was in charge as the daughter of the Beta. He knew without question that while at school if Harry wasn’t there, Romy would automatically take on that responsibility.
“I’ll make sure they’re all okay,” Remus said reassuringly. He wasn’t sure what it was that Harry had said to his two pack siblings but he hoped that his words would provide some comfort to Harry.
“Thank you,” Harry said earnestly, “though don’t think I will forget that we need to talk about the potion you’re still taking.” He wasn’t happy that Remus was still using the Wolfsbane potion but he needed to focus on Niko for the moment and he figured they had the best part of a month to discuss the issue. “You won’t be able to protect them if you’re knocked out on Wolfsbane,” Harry added quietly, motioning to Tessie and Jaylon, and Remus had the decency to look a little embarrassed.
“I understand,” Remus said with a nod as Fenrir came to stand behind Harry, just when the submissive needed his mate to support him. Watching the others return to Hogwarts was difficult, knowing that he should be going with them and that Seamus was there and would need to talk but Harry's first priority had to be Niko.
“Do you always feel this way?” Harry asked, turning to look up at Fenrir questioningly as Remus moved over to go and join Damon and the others.
“Like what?” the Alpha asked with a grunt, looking at his little mate in confusion.
“Like you’re being pulled in a hundred different directions and you don’t know which way to go first,” Harry said. Fenrir just sighed and nodded, understanding that Harry truly had become his mate, a true Alpha mate, sharing the weight of that responsibility and how painful it could be.
FGHP
Terrell was confused. Gideon had sent him off to walk the boundaries and check on the Greyback pack but it seemed like the wards on the Greyback territory were down; this was great news if it was true, but he didn’t want to report it back to the Alpha until he was sure.
“Terrell,” Jack said hesitantly, limping over towards the other man. The omega wolf hadn’t really been feeling up to walking anywhere, let alone the boundaries, but Terrell was becoming increasingly possessive as of late, much to the ire of not only Jack but the others who wanted a turn with the Omega.
“Wait here,” Terrell barked out, as he headed a bit further into a section of the woodland that he was sure was usually behind the protective enchantments; there was none of the usual thrum of magic in the air though and he was sure they really were gone.
“What are you doing?” Jack called out irritably from where he had stayed put; he had long since learned that not obeying Terrell was very bad for his health.
“Checking something,” Terrell told him bluntly, heading back past Jack and back in the direction of the rest of their pack. “Hurry up,” he commanded, not slowing his pace at all, even as his smaller limping pack mate lagged behind.
“You try walking faster than this when you’ve practically been torn in two,” Jack grumbled.
“If you don’t walk faster I'm going to tear into you again,” Terrell snarled. He needed to tell Gideon about this right away and he had no patience for Jack’s whining.
“Maybe try using some lube or something next time,” Jack suggested bitterly, already knowing that Terrell wouldn’t. This omega lark was going to kill him, he was sure of it, though whether the last thing he would feel would be a fist to the head or a cock up his arse was left to be seen.
“Shut the fuck up,” Terrell said dismissively, as they reached the clearing, heading straight over to Gideon. “Alpha, the Greyback wards are down,” he said without hesitation, catching the attention of most of the pack.
“You’re sure?” Gideon asked in surprise, looking up from the hushed conversation he had been having with Russ.
“I’m sure,” Terrell said with a firm nod of his head, ignoring the pained yelp from Jack a little way behind him; presumably someone had done something to the little shit and while normally he didn’t like to share the omega, there were more pressing matters at hand.
“We should attack,” Irwin insisted, several of the others around him nodding their excited agreement. “We can take them out, if they really have no wards to hide behind.”
“It could be a trap,” Aiden pointed out quickly, sharing a worried glance with Dean. He had no idea what was going on with Greyback’s pack but that the wards were down was very worrying, and he wanted to discourage the strays from charging in.
“So what!” Sid argued. He was itching for a fight, as were many of the others. They didn’t understand why it was that the Dark Lord was keeping them from attacking already, but it was starting to really annoy most of them.
“We kill them,” Axlar said, licking his lips in anticipation. “Kill them all!” he cried out loudly, most of the pack around him shouting out their agreement.
“Shut up!” Gideon bellowed, getting to his feet. “We’ll investigate first,” he told them firmly when he had the attention of most of them. “Aiden could be right. If it’s a trap then it could hurt our numbers and the Dark Lord will not tolerate that.”
“Fuck what he wants,” one of the newer strays declared, “I say we attack. The Dark Lord will learn to respect us when we give him their heads.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Dean shouted over the loud agreement from a few of the pack. “Even if you don’t respect the Dark Lord, you will respect your Alpha.” He didn’t much care how hypocritical his words were, given he had no respect left for Gideon, as long as it kept him and Aiden safe.
“It is none of your business why the Dark Lord has given the orders he has,” Gideon said, moving through the pack gathered around him, “but he doesn’t want them all dead.”
“But some of them?” Axlar asked hopefully, clearly keen to get his hands on some new victims.
“Some of them we can kill,” Gideon agreed. “But first we investigate what the fuck is going on. Russ, Dean, Terrell will come with me,” he instructed before turning to his Beta. “Anyone tries to go anywhere without permission then incapacitate them, just try not to kill them,” he instructed, and Axlar’s grin broadened.
FGHP
There was a big part of Remus that had wanted to stay with Harry in the clearing, given the events of the morning, but he had lessons to teach, and they were already running a little later than he would have liked in getting back to the school. Though Harry wasn’t the only reason that he wanted to stay, Tessie and Jaylon were not far from his thoughts either.
They were making their way across the ground of the school, heading towards the large entrance to the castle. Romy and Clay were walking a little ahead of him, their heads bent together as they whispered to one another, about what he couldn’t hear.
“My place is with Fenrir,” he heard Robin insist again. The girl was a short way behind him, with Damon and Micha, who were getting increasingly frustrated with the young girl stubbornly dragging her heels.
“Your place is where you are told to be,” Damon corrected irritably. Between his worries about Niko, and his concern for how both Harry and Fenrir were faring, he really was not at all in the mood to listen to Robin’s griping. “We need to take you to see the Headmaster,” he told her before she could think of something else to whine about.
“I need to get to class,” Remus turned and told him, wanting to make sure they were all on the same page. He wasn’t sure what time it was exactly but it was likely that there would be students waiting outside his room by the time he got there.
“Of course,” Damon said with a nod of his head. “Those two need to get to class too I assume,” he added, gesturing towards Clay and Romy, and Remus nodded in agreement.
“Why do I need to go and see the headmaster when they don’t?” Robin said bitchily, trying to pull her skirt up a little so that it was shorter, the fabric barely covering her bum.
“Because you need to be sorted,” Remus told her impatiently. He really wasn’t looking forward to teaching her, she was far too self centred to be a good student. He was fairly sure that he knew exactly where she was going to be sorted but it still had to be made official.
“Whatever,” Robin said dismissively, crossing her arms under her breasts, all but pushing them out the top of her half undone shirt.
“Do you think they would sort me too?” Micha asked with a grin. He had heard Harry and Romy talking about the Hogwarts houses and was a little curious where it would put him.
Damon laughed a little at that. “You can ask if you like, but Dumbledore is a bit of a stick in the mud, so probably not, trouble.” Micha pouted a little bit but nodded, cuddling close to his mate as they entered the castle.
Very quickly, Remus, Romy and Clayton said their goodbyes and hurried off to go to where they needed to be. Remus was already late for his class and he knew the students would be waiting.
“Come on,” Damon said, leading Robin and Micha towards the large staircase, “it’s this way I think.” He had been to Hogwarts and to the Headmaster’s office before but wasn’t completely certain where they were going. He figured he could always ask one of the portraits if they got lost though.
FGHP
Niko turned to glare at the man next to him, letting out a soft growl when the heavily scarred man’s hand pressed against his back again, encouraging him forward. He wasn’t sure exactly where they were, but he thought it might be the Ministry of Magic from what he remembered his Mum and Dad telling him about the place.
“Keep moving, kid,” one of the Aurors ordered when Niko looked around the place a bit.
He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be at home and it was taking a lot to stay strong like he knew his new Mum and Dad would want him to. He certainly wasn’t going to let these mean people see him cry like some baby.
They all but herded him into a lift and Niko crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, just like he had seen the Alpha do. He wasn’t going to let these people scare him, even though deep down he was definitely a little bit scared, particularly when he couldn’t see a thing thanks to everyone around him being so much taller than he was.
“Why do we need so many of us for just some little kid?” he heard one of the Aurors whisper to another, only catching it thanks to his werewolf hearing, and he turned to glare at them.
“Because my dad is going to kick your arse,” Niko told them confidently, causing all the Auror crammed in the lift to turn and look at him, wide-eyed and surprised to hear such words from the small werewolf.
“Isn’t his dad dead, isn’t that the whole point,” another one of them commented, looking confused.
“My new dad,” Niko told them with the exasperated frustration that only a child can really express.
“He means Greyback,” Moody said with a growl of his own, making several of the other Auror’s recall in fear at the name, something that Niko found highly amusing. “He thinks we are scared of some mangy wolf,” he added pointedly, disapproving of their cowardice.
“You should be,” Niko told him with a toothy grin that he could only have learned from Fenrir. “And you heard what my mum said, he will rip you to shreds if you aren’t nice to me.”
“Potter won’t do anything,” Tonks said adamantly. “Why would any of them care about you? You’re not anything to them, you probably won’t see any of them ever again.”
“We’re pack, we’re everything to one another,” Niko said confidently, not about to allow this strange woman tell him that his adoptive parents didn’t care about him. “We’re better than family, you’ll see.”
“Whatever, kid,” someone said, with obviously forced confidence, as the lift came to a stop and they herded him out into a bustling corridor.
The group of them had to pause for a moment to allow a couple of wizards with stacks of paperwork higher than their heads waddle passed. Niko wasn’t about to miss his chance though, while the Aurors all tried to move their little group forward, and he ducked under one of the female Aurors’ arms and made a run for it.
The corridor was suddenly filled with shouts from the Aurors and from the people that Niko was barging past in his haste to get away. Niko laughed as he looked over his shoulder and saw the now furious looking men and women chasing after him; he knew his mum and dad were going to come for him but that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy on these evil people in the meantime.
“Ooof!” The sound left the ten year old involuntarily as he collided with someone and fell backwards onto his bum. He huffed a little as he realised the Aurors were definitely going to catch him now, and turned to glare up at the man he had collided with. However, there was something about him, and Niko scrunched up his nose in thought. “You smell like my uncle Clay,” the ten year old commented, looking at the tall blond man in confusion.
Lucius Malfoy’s annoyed expression showed a flicker of surprise and alarm as he reached down and dragged the boy to his feet by the back of his jumper. He had nothing to say to the young boy though and so turned his attention to the approaching group of Aurors, his emotionless mask in place once more.
“Did you lose something, Moody?" Lucius asked pompously, as he pushed Niko towards the gnarled Auror. "I thought that an Auror as infamous as you should be able to keep track of one small child,” he added with a decidedly smug curl of his lip. “You really should be careful, people might think you are getting too old for this job."
“No one asked your opinion, Malfoy,” Tonks snapped in annoyance, holding onto Niko’s arm, when Moody passed the kid to her. Niko tried to pull away, but two other Aurors quickly moved to help her, grabbing hold of the back of his jumper and his other arm.
“I suppose not,” Lucius agreed, sounding almost amused. “However, it seemed you rather needed my help, given we really cannot allow such little… monsters,” he said, pausing to look down his nose at Niko, “to run around our beloved Ministry.”
“Bet you’re a monster too, ‘cause you smell like Uncle Clay,” Niko said, sneering at the towering blond. He rather enjoyed the shocked expressions on the faces around him as he spoke.
“Little brats like you really need to be taught to hold their tongues,” Lucius snarled angrily, swinging his cane up and pressing the end against Niko’s chest, as he stepped forward, “allow me to oblige.”
Moody, however, knocked the cane away and stepped between Niko and Lucius, looking entirely unfazed by the way the blond man towered over him. “He is a ward of the Ministry,” he stated, “and not yours to teach anything.”
“These beasts know only violence,” Lucius sneered furiously. “It is the only way they will learn anything,” he added before sweeping past the group of Aurors and disappearing off into the crowds.
“He’s a butt,” Niko said, once Lucius was gone from sight. “I don’t like him.”
“Something you and I can agree on,” Tonks commented, as their group headed off to speak with welfare services, this time keeping a rather firm hold on Niko.
FGHP
It took a little longer than it should have to find the headmaster’s study as they had encountered several rather unhelpful portraits and one poltergeist, who had insisted on pelting them with spit balls. Fortunately only Robin had been hit before they had managed to get away from the mischievous spirit.
Dumbledore had been waiting for them, though rather impatiently as they were running late and the headmaster did not like to be kept waiting. Not that Damon cared much about this, he was actually looking forward to informing the elderly man that Harry would not be back today and that it could be a few days before Harry could return to the school.
“Mr Danes,” the headmaster said, getting up from behind his desk. “I was not expecting to see you or your… friend this morning,” he said, not even bothering to hide the distaste with which he regarding Micha.
“Well someone had to bring Robin here,” Damon told him, feeling a firm hold on his mate’s hand. “And thanks to your band of merry men, who came and stole Niko away, Harry and our Alpha have more pressing matters to deal with at the moment.”
“I see,” Dumbledore said, clearly not all that bothered by Damon’s angered tone. His attention, instead, was focused on the young blonde girl they had brought with him. “Miss Page I presume,” he said, as he approached her.
“Yeah, but no one bothered to tell me who you are,” Robin said, taking a step back from the headmaster; this, however, just caused Dumbledore to chuckle in amusement.
“Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts,” he said pompously. “Well, we might as well get to business. You will need to be sorted, so that we can work out where you belong in my school,” he told her, levitating the battered old hat down from its shelf.
“What is that?” Robin asked, looking at the hat with something akin to horror. “Is it a hat? I am not putting that thing on my head!” she exclaimed.
“I will!” Micha said excitedly, causing the other three to turn and look at him; only Damon looked amused. “I mean, to show Robin its safe,” he said, unable to keep from grinning. Damon had to stifle a laugh as Dumbledore looked rather irritated at the prospect.
“Yeah, let him do it first,” Robin said, crossing her arms over her chest. “For all I know it will scramble my brains, or ruin my hair,” she said, actually shuddering at the very thought.
“What brains,” Micha whispered to Damon who couldn't help but laugh.
“Oh alright, if it’ll get this done quicker, I have other more important matters to attend to after all,” Dumbledore said with irritation. He would have preferred to just force the girl to sit down and be sorted but something told him that she was going to have a worse attitude than even Harry, which was saying something.
Micha could barely stand still as the headmaster carried the hat over to him and placed it on his head. And then nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise when a voice spoke to him.
‘My, my, what have we here?’ the voice asked, and Micha could only assume it was coming from the hat itself. ‘A bit old for a student here, I think. Many hard years you have lived through, and such sadness,’ the hat said sympathetically. ‘And yet, you have a joyful mind, full of much love. Interesting, definitely interesting. I think there is only one place for you,’ it said decisively. “Hufflepuff!”
“See, it is perfectly safe,” Dumbledore said, all but tugging the hat from Micha’s head impatiently. This, though had the rather unfortunate effect of making his hair stand up a little and on seeing this, Robin’s own hands darted to the top of her head.
Micha laughed. “It’s fine,” Damon said irritably, as he flattened his mate’s hair back to its normal tufts. “See, no harm done,” he told her, “now put the hat on and be done with this.”
“Miss Page,” Dumbledore said irritably, “I really must insist that…”
“Fine, fine,” Robin snapped angrily, “just give me that stupid hat,” she said, not even waiting for the headmaster and instead just snatching it from his grasp and gently placing it atop her perfectly style hair.
‘Ahh, an ambitious young lady,’ the hat said without hesitation. ‘You want big things for yourself. A determined mind,’ it commented before calling out, “Slytherin!”
“Big surprise there,” Micha was muttering to Damon under his breath as the headmaster removed the hat from Robin’s head with a little more caution than he had shown with Micha. He did not want to have to deal with whatever overly-dramatic reaction the girl would have had to her apparently precious hair being messed up.
“Are we done?” Robin asked impatiently, pulling her hand-held mirror from her pocket and checking that her hair was as she wanted it.
“For now,” Dumbledore told her, turning to his desk and pressing his wand to a piece of parchment. Little trails of ink flowed over the parchment, forming boxes and words and, once they had stilled, the headmaster turned and handed it to Robin. “This is your timetable with the basic subjects. I am sure one of your classmates will be able to direct you to the Slytherin common room and I expect you back here after dinner to discuss what other subjects you might wish to take this year,” he told her.
“So I can go?” Robin asked, gesturing towards the door.
“You may, Blinky will show you the way to class,” the headmaster told her as he headed back around his desk and retook his seat. “Blinky!” With a pop a small, gangly elf appeared, his large yellowish eyes looking up at Dumbledore as he waited instruction. “You will show Miss Page to the History of Magic classroom,” the headmaster told the creature, his attention already on the papers covering his desk.
“Yes, sir,” the elf said with a deep bow before turning to Robin, who was looking at the house-elf with disgust. “This way, Miss, Blinky be showing you the way,” it told her, heading for the door out of the office, and with a quick glance at Damon and Micha Robin followed it from the room.
Alone with the headmaster, the two werewolves shared a look when they realised they were being ignored. Damon was looking annoyed, but Micha just shrugged his shoulders.
“When are we expecting Mr Potter to grace us with his presence here at Hogwarts?” Dumbledore asked after a few moments, looking up from his work. “I am sure he would like to settle his new housemate into the dormitories.”
“He’ll be back when he has fixed the mess you created, however long it takes,” Micha snapped rather hatefully at the headmaster. He was not the old man’s greatest fan; he knew all too well what it was like to be alone and Niko didn’t need the stress of being torn away from his family, and this man just seemed to not care about the distress that he had caused.
“Why do you insist on calling him, Potter?” Damon asked, feeling rather agitated with the entire situation. “His name is Prince!”
“No, Prince is Severus’ mother's maiden name,” the headmaster corrected with an air of superiority. “Potter is the name that Harry was born with and the name that remains on his birth certificate. I am sure you can forgive me for preferring to use his given name rather than one that was made up by a man who kidnapped him.”
“Bullshit!” Damon exclaimed angrily. “Severus was simply protecting him from megalomaniacs like you. And if you are really so concerned about Harry’s welfare then you should be able to respect him enough to use the name that he wants, a name he has used for as long as he can remember.”
“Let’s just go,” Micha said, tugging on his mate’s sleeve when the headmaster’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t want to see this spiral out of control; he always hated seeing that aggression and violence, and didn’t think he could handle it today after all their pack had already been through. “Leave him to his delusions, we know who Harry is,” he said, when Damon turned to look at him.
“Yes, we do,” Damon agreed, pressing a chaste kiss to Micha’s lips, not caring that Dumbledore was sat there watching. “Let’s go home,” he agreed, wrapping his arm around the submissive and leading him out of the room, throwing one last hateful look at the headmaster before pulling the door shut behind them.
FGHP
Gideon was getting rather fed up. He had not ordered Jack to accompany them on this trip, but the omega had willingly followed them anyway or, more importantly, had followed Terrell. Jack was limping after the man almost like an affectionate puppy and never straying far, not until his limp had got the better of him anyway; now though, Jack was trailing behind.
Terrell had not taken any responsibility for the little omega, in fact he had ignored him entirely but it was apparent that Jack wasn’t keen to be left behind in the hands of the rest of the pack.
“Get back to the clearing,” Gideon snapped, having paused on their way to edge of Greyback’s territory, waiting for Jack to catch up and back handing the omega, knocking him to the ground.
“I can help,” Jack insisted, trying to pull himself back to his feet, wincing at the pain that shot through his back and legs. He had felt like shit earlier that morning and felt even worse after the attentions he was given while Terrell had been busy telling Gideon about the wards.
Russ, getting rather fed up with all of the bickering, kept going. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to more arguing. He had been excited to leave their clearing and get away from it all, but it had only followed him out here. He was going to knock the little omega unconscious soon if he had to listen to any more of his whining.
“You can do as your told!” Gideon roared, yanking Jack up by the scruff of his neck and turning him back toward the way they had come from. “Go. Back.”
Jack whined, but realised that he really had no choice in the matter, and Terrell was looking thoroughly disinterested in helping him at all. Gideon, Terrell and Dean only waited long enough to ensure he really was going back towards the clearing, before heading off after Russ.
“That little shit has a thing for you,” Dean commented casually to Terrell. He found it rather amusing that the omega wolf had a crush on Terrell, who didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be into any sort of relationship with anyone unless it involved killing them.
“You mean that he likes that I don’t like sharing him with some of the others,” Terrell corrected. He was sure that Jack’s need to stick close to him was entirely a matter of self preservation.
“So it’s you that has a thing for him then,” Dean teased from where he was walking a few feet behind his pack mate. He wasn’t sure that it was wise to provoke such a large and dangerous man, however, it was fun and he liked to live a little dangerously. Gideon was ignoring the banter between the pair of them, Russ was up ahead, looking around curiously.
“Fuck you,” Terrell commented dismissively, turning to walk backwards all the better to give Dean the finger. However the effect was somewhat ruined when Terrell’s eyes went wide as he suddenly stopped, his whole body spasming, magic crackling around him, before he fell forward completely unconscious.
“Well that’s not good,” Russ commented from the other side of where Terrell had just collapsed. Cautiously they all approached their pack mate; Russ reached out and touched the air above the man, where the magic had crackled. It had looked like wards but they didn’t seem to be having any effect on him, as he was even able to step over Terrell to stand next to Gideon.
“That’s… weird,” Dean said, with genuine confusion, sharing a look with the other two before reaching out his own hand, but quickly withdrawing it when the magic started to crackle and push against him, clearly not letting him through.
“What the fuck?” Gideon muttered, reaching out and getting the same reaction as Dean had. “Step back through,” he instructed Russ. It was obvious that there were wards there now, even if there hadn’t been earlier.
However, when Russ stepped back passed the magical barrier once again, it was clear that the man was immune to them. “Guess I was inside when they went up,” Russ theorised, looking thoughtful. “Well that could be handy.”
“But guess Axlar isn’t going to get to kill anyone today,” Dean said with a shrug as Gideon picked up the bulking form of Terrell from the ground and started lugging the man back towards their territory.
“You assume that he hasn’t killed someone already,” Russ commented, seeming completely unfazed by that possibility. It wouldn’t be long until they found out, they were not camped far from where these new wards had been erected; it seemed that the Greyback pack had decided to expand their territory.
It took hardly any time at all to get back to their clearing and it was apparent that the Beta had taken the Alpha’s instructions seriously though because when they got back, both Jack and Sid were alive, but definitely incapacitated, each of them pinned to a tree by a knife through their hands above their heads.
“At least no one’s dead,” Russ pointed out with a bit of amusement, the Alpha turning to glare at him a little once Terrell was dumped on the ground next to the fire.
FGHP
With most of the pack putting all of their effort into rebuilding the wards, something that was no easy task, Harry had taken the opportunity presented to him and found a moment for himself. Escaping from his mate’s keen gaze, Harry had escaped down to the stream on his own. He knew that he shouldn’t be there but he didn’t want to break down in front of the others, he wanted them to think him strong and capable of being the Alpha’s mate.
He had collapsed on to his knees on the damp grass, not caring how dirty he got. There was a hollow pit of emptiness inside of him, the knowledge that he had lost his son eating away at him. His mind was going round in circles trying to think of any way that it could have gone differently, a situation where his pack wouldn’t have to die and they wouldn’t have lost Niko.
“What are you doing here, little one?” Fenrir asked suddenly, standing behind Harry. Harry had been so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard his mate approaching so it was probably a good thing that it was only the Alpha and not someone more threatening.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said at once, knowing that he had been in the wrong wandering off on his own. The strays were still a very real and serious threat and one that he had forgotten about in the wake of losing Niko.
Fenrir didn’t say anything, with a soft sigh, the Alpha went forward and picked Harry up off the ground and just held him. He wanted to tell his little mate off for wandering off alone but seeing how upset the submissive was, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Harry knew that he had done wrong, there was no point in making him feel worse.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said again, choking on a sob as he just let his mate hold him. He felt bereft with his son gone and even though he knew that he loved Niko, he hadn’t realised just how important the ten year old had become to him.
“Hush, little one,” Fenrir chastised lightly. However, right now he just wanted to fix the pain that Harry was obviously currently in. He didn’t know what he could do though and so just headed back off towards the clearing.
Harry was more than happy to allow his mate to carry him back. He found comfort in his Alpha’s arms, he missed Niko terribly but he knew that, despite not admitting to it, Fenrir would miss the ten year old too.
“Where’s Lukas?” Harry asked as they came back into the clearing; he wanted to talk to him about the legal papers for Niko and he didn’t seem to anywhere in sight. The others were all stood in the centre of the clearing, wands in the air, as they made progress on rebuilding the wards around their home.
“Ministry,” Fenrir told him bluntly. “Sorting the papers,” he explained when Harry opened his mouth to ask for clarification.
“Does that mean Niko will be home with us tonight?” Harry asked hopefully. He didn’t honestly think that it could be sorted that quickly but he could only hope. He just wanted his son back with him.
“Not tonight, little one,” Fen said, unable to conceal the sadness in his tone. He too was second guessing the decision to allow Niko to leave the clearing, but he knew that it had been the right decision. No one had been hurt and they would get their son back, it might just take a day or two for the paperwork to be processed.
“I just wish I knew where he was,” Harry said with a sad sigh, cuddling into Fenrir, needing the comfort of the warm, firm body. The Alpha sat himself down on their bed, still holding Harry close, the submissive reaching between the blankets and bringing out his beloved Baloo bear, which was an ever silent presence in and around the clearing when Harry was there.
Fenrir didn’t say anything about the appearance of the teddy bear. He thought it rather sweet that Harry still clung to such a childhood treasure, though he soon realised that there was an ulterior motive for Harry cuddling with Baloo bear this morning. Clearly Niko had been taking turns having his own hugs with the old toy because the ten year old’s scent was all over the silly old thing. Suddenly Fenrir didn’t think that it was so silly at all and instead held Harry a little tighter.
FGHP
Clay was very glad that classes were over for the day. Arithmancy had been a complete waste of an afternoon, given that Clay usually struggled to follow even with Harry next to him explaining. He shoved his book back in his bag hurried, but not quick enough as he spotted Seamus heading for the door already.
“Seamus, wait up,” Clay called out across the Arithmancy classroom, as he swung his bag over his shoulders and pushed his way passed a few of his classmates to try and catch up with the Irishman.
Seamus hesitated for a moment, as if undecided about whether he wanted to stop and talk to the werewolf that was now pursuing him down the corridor. Harry’s absence had been glaringly obvious and Seamus was feeling as if he had been forgotten about, he wasn’t sure what could be so important that Harry would prioritise it over him, especially when he had made so many promises.
“Hey, hey, just hold up,” Clay said, when Seamus started walking away again. “I just want to talk,” he insisted as he jogged to catch up with the other boy. Harry had given him specific instructions to make sure that the Irishman was alright and he intended to do just that whether Seamus wanted it or not.
“What do you want?” Seamus asked with a defeated sigh, realising that he wasn’t going to get away from this. He was still adjusting to his new senses and his body still felt all weird, as if it wasn’t his and he had to relearn how to use it again now that it was improved and different.
“I only wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” Clayton said a little huffily, not overly happy with the Irishman’s attitude, “Harry wanted me to make sure that last night went okay and if you’re one of us or not.”
“Harry clearly cares a whole lot,” Seamus said grumpily, “he cares so much about me that he’s here asking me himself.”
“His son was taken away from him this morning by the Ministry of Magic, I think that is slightly more important than coming back to school,” Clay snapped, annoyed by the blatant arrogance from the Irishman. A part of Clay was really wishing that Seamus hadn’t turned at all but he already knew that he had, he smelt different, he smelt like family.
“He has a son?” Seamus asked, his feelings of abandonment fading in the face of his surprise. Not only was Harry only fifteen years old just like he was, but he had also never heard anyone mention him having a child.
“Adopted, yeah,” Clay said dismissively with a wave of his arm. “Look it’s not really for me to explain, but I am sure Harry will happily tell you all about Niko when he is back at school later this week.” He had to believe that they would get the ten year old back to the territory quickly and that Harry would be back at school soon. He had grown rather fond of the ten year old and he didn’t want him to not be able to come back.
“Right,” Seamus said, turning and going to walk away from Clay again. He understood that Harry had other things going on, but despite the promises the werewolves had made, he still found himself on the outside of their group, alone.
“You going to be staying in our room later?” Clay asked, picking up the pace to keep up with Seamus. Despite the Irishman’s attitude he was determined to keep his promise to Harry. Like it or not, Seamus was one of them now, one of their pack and one of their family.
“Oh don’t worry, I get that I’m not really supposed to be there,” Seamus snapped, stopping suddenly and turning to glare at Clay. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to him; Harry he could deal with, he liked Harry but Clayton on the other hand was the one who had bitten him and forced this life on him, it was going to take Seamus a while to be okay with Clay.
“What’s going on?” a familiar voice asked, and the two boys turned to see Romy approaching the two of them, looking concerned. She had wanted to come and check on Seamus, knowing that the first change was always going to be the hardest. She remembered her own vividly; she could sympathise with him entirely. However, she hadn’t expected to see Seamus and Clayton arguing and it didn’t bode well for their pack if more members were bickering.
“Seamus here has this crazy idea that he doesn’t belong with us,” Clay said a little huffily, as he welcome Romy at his side, wrapping his arm around her and pressing a kiss to her temple. It was so good being able to be openly affectionate with her again, though he did want to talk to her about the weekend at some point soon.
“So I take it you turned then,” Romy said softly, a look of sympathy in her eyes. Seamus nodded, obviously wary of them. “Then you are one of us,” she said firmly. “Whatever happens, we’re not going to abandon you, you’re part of our pack now and that is never going to change.”
“Look, I don’t even know if I want to be one of you. I mean he bit me,” Seamus pointed out, gesturing at Clayton, who was looking pensive. “I never wanted this, I’m losing everything and I have to somehow figure out how to tell my parents. I don’t know how to handle any of this and to be completely honest I’m fucking terrified.”
“We understand,” Romy said quickly, before Clay could say anything and piss the Irishman off more, reaching out to put her hand on Seamus’ arm. It was obvious that Seamus wasn’t ready to listen to anything that Clay had to say just yet, and she felt it was important they tried to respect that if they ever wanted him to be comfortable with him. “But you are always welcome. Be that just spending time with us, or in our room, or even at the territory.”
“Yeah. Right,” Seamus said, still very unsure. He knew that Romy was just trying to be nice, but truthfully all he could think about at the moment was the letter he needed to write to his parents.
“You don’t have to believe us,” Romy said patiently, “however, Harry will say exactly the same when he comes back to school. You are one of us and next full moon you’ll be coming to the territory to transform, unless you really want to spend another night in the shrieking shack.”
“Look, if you don’t want to talk to us then talk to Professor Lupin,” Clay said, getting rather bored of Seamus’ attitude when all they wanted to do was help him and show him that he was accepted and didn’t have to go through any of this alone. “He’s one of us, one of our pack and will be able to talk to you about what we are and explain things better than we can.”
“I might do that,” Seamus agreed with a sigh, but truthfully he just really wanted to talk to Harry and thought he would most likely wait until the teenager got back to school. Hopefully Clay was right and Harry would be back before the end of the week. “Look, no offence or anything, but I have a letter to go write.”
“Oh, of course,” Romy said, giving him a warm smile. “Don’t let us keep you. We’ll be in our room later if you need anything at all.” She couldn’t imagine what how hard it would be to have to write a letter explaining that to his parents; it had been bad enough with her parents and they had never even got along.
“Good luck with it,” Clayton said being deadly serious. “They’re your parents, they aren’t going to hate you for something that isn’t your fault.”
“Don’t bet on it,” Seamus muttered rather disparagingly, turning away from his fellow werewolves and heading for the library. He needed complete silence to concentrate for this because if he got it wrong then not only would he have lost his friends, his girlfriend and his place in Gryffindor then he was going to lose his family as well.
FGHP
“I hope he’s okay,” Romy said with a sigh as she and Clayton reached the Great Hall. Telling his parents that he was a werewolf... it wasn’t something that she envied Seamus doing. It was something that none of them really had experience with and she was worried about him.
“He’ll be okay, I just think he needs time to adjust,” Clay said, pulling Romy into him. Despite their difficulties he really did love her and he didn’t like to see her worrying so much. Now that he had taken the time to calm down a little he could see that Seamus was not having an easy time of it and he had been a little harsh on him. He would come around eventually, it would just take some time.
“Do you have to hover in doorways,” Robin snapped as she barged passed them, deliberately catching Romy with her elbow in the process and turning to glare at the young couple, her hands on her hips. “Some of us would like to actually have a moderately decent meal for once,” she sneered.
“Don’t bother trying to talk to those beasts,” Ron said as he and Dean arrived, the two Gryffindors blatantly eyeing up the new girl. “Unless you're another Slytherin planning on cozying up to them.”
“What did you call us?” Clayton said, having had more than enough of Ron’s attitude. The combination of Seamus, Robin and now Ron was all going to be too much for his patience to handle very shortly and he was going to end up doing something he would likely come to regret.
Ron and Dean, however, only had eyes for Robin and completely ignored Clay. “You should stick with us, new girl, despite the fact you’re a Slytherin. Any enemy of theirs is a friend of ours,” Dean said, appreciating the way that Robin looked, his eye lingering on the short hemline of her skirt and the undone buttons of her shirt that exposed the top of her bright red lacy bra, her school tie simply draped around her neck. She was a very attractive young lady after all and he was only human.
“She’s a werewolf too, you morons,” Romy huffed, rolling his eyes at how shallow the two of them were being. Sure Robin was beautiful if you didn’t care about the fact that she was a vain narcissist. She snorted quietly in amusement at the thought that maybe Ron and Robin might be well suited to each other after all.
Ron made a noise of disgust. “Another one?” he asked incredulously. “Just what this school needs,” he said. “Well so much for your appeal.”
“Like I would want anything to do with you anyway,” Robin sneered. Clearly the thought of having anything to do with the red-head made her feel physically sick judging by the look on her face.
“Guess we finally found a man that Robin doesn't want to fuck," Clay said with a small laugh, thinking that it was a miracle. Robin had come on to every single man in their pack, gay or not. It was utterly astounding that there was someone that she didn’t find attractive.
“I wouldn’t fuck you either,” Robin snapped at Clayton, turning her nose up at him. Romy just snorted in disbelief, not believing for a moment that Robin would turn Clay down if the offer was there.
“Whatever,” Clay said, really not caring one way or another what Robin would or wouldn’t do with him, he only had eyes for one girl and he had already won her over. With his arm around Romy he pulled her into the Great Hall and towards the Slytherin table where Draco and Theo were already sat with Luna.
FGHP
After everyone had finished dinner, the group, which was still minus Harry, headed down to the Slytherin common room to play pool for a while and do their homework together. As much as Clayton and Romy loved their forest room it really wasn’t the best place for homework as there were no tables and Romy liked to spread out on the large coffee table in the Slytherin common room.
However, being down in the dungeons did have the unfortunate problem of Robin. She had eaten quickly and then gone for her meeting with Dumbledore to select the extra classes that she would be doing. She was now curled up in front of the fire, brushing her hair and rather enjoying being back in front of the mirror again. It wasn’t something that they had in the clearing.
“Fucking wonderful,” Clay said as he spotted the vain werewolf by the fire. Draco, Theo and Luna, who had not yet had the pleasure of meeting the distasteful girl yet looked to Clayton in confusion.
“What’s with him?” Luna asked Romy, who was looking even more unhappy than Clay had sounded.
“Just a small parasite,” Romy explained, nodding her head towards Robin, who had become so involved in her own reflection that she hadn’t even noticed the others coming into the common room.
“That bad?” Theo asked, looking a little sceptical. They all watched on as Pansy approached the new Slytherin with a sneer on her face.
“Excuse you, you’re in my place,” Pansy said pointedly, arms folded across her chest as she glared down at the pretty blonde teenager.
Robin turned and looked up at Pansy, smiling sweetly. “Why don’t you go and fuck yourself,” she said in a sickly sweet tone. There was no way that she was going to take any nonsense from anyone, especially not this stuck up little pug faced brat.
“Do you realise who you’re talking to?” Pansy asked, looking quite genuinely shocked at the girl’s crude language and attitude; she certainly wasn’t about to tolerate anyone speaking to her in such a way.
“A dog faced bitch with no sense of self preservation,” Robin said dismissively, getting to her feet and glaring defiantly at Pansy.
“Come on,” Clay said with a sigh, realising that they were not going to get the calm and pleasant evening that they had hoped for. “Let’s go back to our room, it’ll be quieter there,” he said and Romy frowned but nodded.
“Wait, where are you going?” Robin said, realising that Clayton and Romy were heading for the door. She may not have liked them much but she at least knew that they were the same as her, she liked these other Slytherin’s even less than her pack mates.
“To our own room,” Clay said simply with a shrug of her shoulders. He didn’t care much if she knew about it, it wasn’t like she would be able to get in, not passed the wards that they had put up.
“Then I’m coming too,” Robin said at once, turning to her pack siblings, ignoring Pansy’s indignant squawk at being suddenly ignored. If Romy and Clay were good enough for their own private room, then Robin was certain that she was too; she wasn’t going to just stay there in the dormitories.
“You’re not sleeping in the same room as us,” Clay said, letting out a derisive laugh. It was bad enough they had to be around her at the territory, he definitely wasn’t going to share their private forest room with her, regardless of her place in their pack.
“I’ll tell Fenrir that you won’t let me stay with you,” Robin said, storming over towards the group, her arms crossed over her chest, and her nose in the air.
“Tell him all you like,” Clay said with a shrug, knowing that the girl had done nothing so far that would endear her to the Alpha, and that Fenrir would have no patience for her whining.
“It’s our room, we created it, you’re not welcome,” Romy stated simply, taking Clay by the hand and turning to storm out of the room. That was the end of it as far as she was concerned.
“So pathetic,” Robin said, grabbing hold of Romy’s other sleeve before the two of them could go anywhere, “just because you’re jealous.” She flicked her hair, and turned to flutter her eyes at the rather bemused looking Draco and Theo nearby, misunderstanding their stunned expressions. Luna, who was at Theo’s side, however, was looking pensive and grabbed her boyfriend’s arm, dragging him away from the group so that the two of them could talk.
“What is there to be jealous of, look at you,” Romy sneered, looking Robin up and down. The Slytherin girl had actually managed to make even her school uniform look slutty.
“I could have any guy I wanted,” Robin stated confidently. “Even Clayton,” she added, taking a step towards him, eyeing him up, much like she had been to Theo and Draco just second earlier.
“Yeah right!” Clay exclaimed, looking a little alarmed as he quickly stepped behind Romy before Robin could get her hands on him. “I wouldn’t touch you if my life depended on it,” he said firmly.
“You can say whatever you want in front of your little girlfriend but I know the truth,” Robin said with a giggle, flicking her hair again. “It’s okay though, Romy,” she said, turning to her pack sister with a look of mock sympathy, “you can keep him. I have my eyes on the Alpha and he will be mine.”
“Why would Fenrir want you when he’s got, Harry?” Clay asked, looking genuinely confused by how Robin was still so delusional after having seen the Alpha pair together all weekend.
“He’s more trouble than he’s worth,” Robin said, looking smug. “Not having pups with him, leaving him to come to school, Harry isn’t worthy of a man like Fenrir.”
“This is not the time or the place to be discussing this,” Romy snapped, more than a little aware of the many people listening in to what they were saying and the whispered mutterings at the mention of Fenrir. It was not exactly a common name and the wanted man, Fenrir Greyback, stood out in everyone’s minds.
“Romy is right,” Draco said quickly, knowing that this was a dangerous conversation to be having in such a public place. “Save this for another time,” he hissed. The whole school might have known that they were werewolves but the last thing they needed was for the rumour mill to be rife with the talk that they were in league with Fenrir Greyback.
Of course it was true, they were but the world assumed Greyback to be in league with Voldemort, which was not the case. They didn't want people to think that Harry was on the side of the Deatheaters and Voldemort.
“Besides, something else might need our attention,” Draco pointed out, gesturing to Luna and Theo, who were now obviously arguing a short way away.
“I can’t just turn my back on my family, Luna,” Theo stated loud enough to start drawing the attention of more and more people in the room. “I really like you, a lot, you know that, but are you really expecting me to choose you over my entire inheritance?”
“You love your money more than me,” Luna stated with surprising calmness, though there was a definite look of hurt in her eyes. “It is clear you have never loved me at all if you will choose a family name and a vault of galleons over my heart.”
“Luna, this is my whole future!” Theo explained with exasperation. “You read the letter, my parents are making me choose. This isn’t what I wanted.”
“Money shouldn’t matter over love,” Luna said airily, clearly trying not to cry at this point. Romy, however, was looking at the two of them suspiciously, there was something that she couldn’t put her finger on about the argument that was bothering her.
“Maybe not,” Theo said with a shrug, “but it does matter. And my family matters. I am the only heir to the Nott family and that isn’t something that I can just ignore.”
“Then I suppose we are done here,” Luna said with a sad sigh, turning away from Theo and walking back towards their friends. “Thank you all for making me welcome here,” she said before heading for the door.
“I need to go make sure she is okay,” Romy said with an apologetic smile.
“Yeah, go,” Draco said in agreement, knowing that he needed to go and talk with Theo, preferably before Robin, who was now eyeing Theo up with interest. He knew how much Theo cared about Luna and so he was sure that his friend was really hurting right now.
“I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” she told them as she hurried after her friend. Clay raised his hand in a wave goodbye before following a few paces behind her. “Luna, wait up,” Romy called once they were out in the corridor and the blonde stopped, turned and waited for her to catch up.
“I’m okay, Romy,” Luna said, smiling warmly at her friend.
“Are you really?” Romy asked sceptically. She knew how important Theo had become to Luna and so she was a little suspicious, given the blonde’s lack of reaction now.
“My heart is safe, don't worry,” Luna said softly, resting her hand on Romy’s arm and looking her friend in the eye. “Theo knows more about what to really treasure than he can let others know.” And with that Luna turned and skipped off down the corridor, leaving a rather stunned Romy and confused Clay alone.
“Well that was weird, so I take they aren’t as broken up as they want everyone to think,” Clay said, stepping up next to Romy, watching as Luna disappeared off around the corner. “At least she seems more ready to accept love than you are.”
“What’s that meant to mean?” Romy asked, turning to look up at her boyfriend, no idea where that comment had come from. As far as she was aware things between the two of them were really good at the moment, but Clay’s tone said otherwise.
“Romy, I love you, you know I do,” Clay said, looking anxious, “and I have been looking for a chance to talk to you about this all evening, but we haven’t really had a chance to talk alone and…”
“Clay,” Romy said worriedly, “what’s going on?” Her heart was pounding in her chest because Clay was rambling, clearly avoiding saying whatever it was that he wanted to tell her, and that meant he knew that she wouldn’t want to hear it.
“You can’t keep me at a distance when we go home and be my girlfriend here,” Clay blurted out. “I want all or nothing with you because I can’t just have you in small amounts.”
“I want that too,” Romy insisted, holding onto Clay’s arms as though fearful that he was going to vanish. “I really want that, but my Dad…”
“This relationship isn’t your Dad’s, it’s ours,” Clay said firmly. “I get that you don’t want to upset your parents but how are you not bothered about how much you are upsetting me in the process?”
“Of course I’m bothered by it,” Romy insisted. “This is just a temporary thing, until I can explain it all to my Dad. And we can be together again properly now that we are back at school.”
“You can’t just pick and choose when we are together, Romy. I don’t want to be your dirty little secret,” Clay told her, leaning down to press a kiss to Romy’s cheek before prying her hands off his arms.
“Don’t do this, Clay,” Romy said, tears falling onto her cheeks as she tried to stop him leaving, but it was clear that Clay had made up his mind.
“I’ll always love you, Romy, so just let me know when you are ready to take this relationship seriously,” he said before heading off down the corridor, willing himself not to cry too and really wishing that his best friend was there, because he really needed Harry right then.
FGHP
Fenrir had been reluctant to release his hold of Harry since Niko had been taken and Harry hadn’t stopped cuddling his Baloo bear. Currently they were all sat in front of the fire in silence, no one really knowing what to say. They had lost a member of their pack today and it felt wrong.
The Alpha of the group was thinking very deeply about how many of his pack were still absent. It had never felt right to him, they were scattered and now more than ever they needed to be together and strong. He was determined that before the next full moon the last two of the four children he had bitten to protect Harry would be with them.
Harry nuzzled into his side, holding tightly onto the Baloo bear and cuddling in closer. It was as the submissive did this, that the Alpha realised that his precious mate was crying. Making a split second decision, Fenrir lifted Harry up as he got to his feet and strode off into the forest, with Harry in his arms and Baloo squished between them, wanting to talk to Harry alone.
He did not deal with tears well and he certainly didn’t want Harry to cry. They would walk for a while and talk, they needed to because the loss of Niko was weighing down upon both of them heavily. It didn’t matter that they were doing everything in their power to get him back, their wolves were too close to the surface, snarling and snapping that their pup was gone.
“We need to maintain the wards better,” Harry said quietly, his brain going over and over the events of that morning.
“Little one?” Fenrir questioned, confused about what his mate was talking about.
“The wards, that’s why they fell so easily,” Harry explained, trying to smother his sobs as the memories of the Aurors sweeping into their home and stealing his son away threatened to overwhelm him. “They have to be maintained.”
“I will make sure they are,” Fenrir said unhappily, cursing his own stupidity that he hadn’t known this. It made him feel worse that Niko was gone, knowing that it was his fault that he had not ensured the wards that protected their home were still standing as strongly as they should have been.
“We can’t lose him Fen,” Harry said desperately, “He's our son, I love him. I made a promise that we’d get him back.”
“And we will,” Fenrir said, not liking the sound of his mate so upset. None of this was Harry’s fault, in fact Harry had tried to prevent something like this happening, it just hadn’t been done quick enough. The Alpha was going to make sure that they got Niko back, even if he had to storm the Ministry for Magic and take the ten year old by force.
“Even if it’s a complicated process we need to try and make sure it’s been done for Romy and Clay too,” Harry insisted. “We can’t risk losing them too. Promise me, Fen, we’ll make it happen, we’ll make sure our family can’t be taken away from us.”
Fenrir didn’t feel as if he needed to respond to this verbally. Instead he smashed his lips against Harry’s, wanting to show the submissive just how proud he was of him. Harry only wanted to keep their pack together and that was more than Fenrir could ask in a submissive mate when normally they were a lot more like Robin than Harry. He had been so very lucky with his mismatched pack of misfits, they were not like other werewolves.
FGHP
Niko was lying on his side as he pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs; he was so sleepy, it had been a really long day, but he couldn’t sleep. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to go home.
True to their word, the Aurors hadn’t harmed him but they had handed him over to someone at the Ministry. The witch had been nice enough and had seemed earnest in her desire to help him, but had just told him not to be so silly when he had said he wanted to go back home. Instead she had promised him he was safe now and had apparated him to some office.
It turned out that he was being handed over to an orphanage. The woman in charge had signed the paperwork for him and then taken him to a room with a dozen or so orphaned young witches and wizards.
“This is Niko, he will be staying with us now,” the matronly women told them children, pushing Niko further into the room. “He is a werewolf,” she added, his lips pinched in obviously disapproval. At this declaration a lot of the other children gasped and backed away from him quickly; clearly it was going to be a lonely stay for him.
Now that it was late in the evening and they had all been sent to bed, Niko had curled up on the floor with his blanket, under his bed. The other boys in the dormitory with him had thrown things at him and besides that the mattress just didn’t feel right. He yearned to be back in the territory with the others, to not feel as if these walls were closing in around him.
He hated it here; he was beginning to realise just how much werewolves were hated in the wizarding world. He couldn’t stay here, if he was still here this time tomorrow then he swore to himself that he was going to run away; whatever it took, he’d find his way back to Harry and Fenrir.
Just as he was on the edge of sleep, Niko felt something grab at him and he wasn’t quite quick enough to escape as he was dragged out from underneath the bed. His sleep clouded brain struggled to register what was going on but he could hear so much laughter. It took a while to realise that it was the other boys that he was sharing a dorm with, they had grabbed him and weren’t letting go, dragging him away from his bed.
“Where are you taking me?” Niko cried as he was pulled and tugged at, his heart beating wildly in his chest with fear, not knowing where he was going or what was going to happen to him.
“You’re a monster,” one of the boys said with a harsh laugh.
“And monster’s have to be locked up,” another boy finished for him. Niko did not like the sound of that one bit and started to struggle tenfold to get away from them; however, even as a werewolf he was no match for the six other boys, most of whom were a little older than him.
“I won’t hurt anyone,” Niko protested, dragging his feet and trying to pull away from them, his eyes going wide as the youngest of the boys opened the closet door. “Stop this. Don’t,” he fought.
“Shut up,” the eldest told him firmly as they all but threw him inside.
Niko tried to get himself to his feet, but didn’t manage it before they had slammed the door, shutting him inside. “No!” he shouted as he banged on the door, trying to escape from the oppressive darkness of the small space but with no luck and he could hear the other boys all laughing.
“Sweet dreams, beasty,” one of the boys taunted, and he could hear them heading back off into the room, and Niko realised that they were actually intending to leave him there.
“Let me out!” he shouted, already knowing it was futile. “I want to go home,” he whispered to himself, sitting himself down on the floor and wrapping his arms around himself. He was trying so hard to be brave for his parents, but he really just wanted his family.
“You don’t have a home, freak,” a voice from the other side of the door said cruelly as Niko curled up into a ball and began to cry.

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