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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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Chapter List
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Real life has been mad for us both as of late, but we finally managed to get this chapter sorted for you all. Today we are having a mini-christmas celebration so we thought you might want this early Christmas present to read. (we will be trying to give you at least one more chapter over the holidays too – it is written but needs editing)

Chapter 88 - Homecoming
For the first time in a long while Clayton and Romy had not slept cuddled up together in their forest room. It had been a fairly awkward night, even more so when Seamus had joined them as he hadn’t understood why there was so much tension in the room. The three of them slept in a spaced out triangle around the room, none of them saying much at all.
Romy had silently cried herself to sleep, hating that she was pushing Clay away but she honestly didn’t think that her father was ready to deal with the knowledge of their relationship just yet. There was just too much going on right now, Jenson didn’t need the added stress or worry.
Clayton hadn’t slept at all, at least it felt as if he hadn’t, he hadn't achieved anything more than a light doze all night; he hated sleeping without Romy curled up at his side and on top of that, he was missing Harry a lot more than he had expected to too.
It was going to hurt a hell of a lot if he lost Romy and it was taking a lot not to rush over to her side and take it all back but he knew that he was going to end up hurt a lot worse if she kept on picking and choosing when she wanted him. He didn’t want that with her, he wanted a forever because he loved her.
By the time that the first morning light was coming through the windows, Clay couldn’t take it anymore and gave up on sleep and decided to go for a walk. It was just too tempting and painful having Romy so close and yet out of reach. Having Seamus right there reminding him of his mistakes wasn’t making him feel any better either. So quietly pulling on his robes, he snuck out the door.
Romy was unable to hold back a sob as she heard Clay leave. She wanted to stop him, wanted to go after him, but she just wasn’t ready to give him what he needed yet. She really hoped Harry would be back soon, because her heart was breaking and she needed her friend right now. She suspected Clay did too.
“Romy,” Seamus said softly, his voice carrying in the quiet room and she rolled over to look at him in surprise, having assumed he was asleep, “are you okay?” he asked, leaning up on his arms and looking at her with concern.
“I’m fine,” she said, brushing away the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and smothering another sob.
“No offence or anything,” Seamus said, sitting up properly, “but you don’t really look fine.” Clay and Romy were normally inseparable and it was blatantly obvious that they were both upset at the moment; he knew that it was probably none of his business but Romy had been good to him so he wanted to help her if he could.
Romy gave a shuddering wry laugh at that. Seamus wasn’t wrong, she was a long way from fine right now, but she was reluctant to dump this on his shoulders, particularly given that he was still hesitant to join them properly. She didn’t want to scare him off if she could avoid it.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on,” Seamus said with a shrug of his shoulders, “but I’ll listen if you want to.”
“It’s complicated,” she said with a sigh, not even knowing where she would start to explain the complex relationship between herself and Clayton.
Seamus gave her a wry smile. “Isn’t it always?”
FGHP
Harry hadn’t got a lot of sleep over the course of the night before, knowing that Niko was in some unknown location and not with them. When he had woken, he hadn’t had much appetite for breakfast either and had only managed half of the bowl of porridge that Callie had given him, despite Fenrir’s insistence that he needed to eat more. The Alpha, however, had felt a little hypocritical given he hadn’t wanted to eat much either and had therefore let it go easily when Harry pushed his bowl aside.
Lukas, without needing any prompting, had headed off to try and get the last of the adoption paperwork sorted the moment he was done draining his first cup of tea and scoffing down his own breakfast. He was feeling a little out of sorts that he couldn’t have his usual two cups of ceylon before getting on with the day’s work; Harry, however, was desperate to have Niko back soon and that alone was motivation enough for Lukas and he went off without complaint.
In the meantime, Harry was trying to keep himself as busy as possible to keep his mind off things and had chosen to spend his time with his mate, Fenrir teaching Harry to chop wood. The teenage submissive wasn’t particularly great at it, given he didn’t have the physical strength of the Alpha, but he could understand why Fenrir used it as stress relief.
The physical and repetitive action of swinging that axe was therapeutic, though he did get a little distracted when Fenrir removed his jacket and began to help too; particularly when the Alpha’s chest pressed against his back, the strong arms of his mate surrounding him and helping him to perfect his swing of the axe.
Fenrir, however, soon realised that Harry was getting distracted too easily and had sent him away so that he didn’t hurt himself accidentally. The submissive hadn’t really wanted to talk to anyone else for the moment and therefore had decided to spend a little time up on the platforms, trying to read just to pass the time but when Lukas still hadn’t returned by lunch time, he was too on edge to be able to take in a single word.
Fenrir held Harry close as the pack ate lunch together, no one really sure what to say and the clearing feeling far too quiet without Niko’s loud energy. Harry again hadn’t managed to eat nearly enough to truly appease his mate but he just couldn’t stomach it.
“Eat, you need to eat,” Fenrir said again when Harry put his bowl down by his feet, even though the Alpha had also, once again, given up on eating his own meal.
“Don’t, Fen,” Harry snarled, wrapping his arms around himself and staring into the fire. The Alpha tried to pull him closer but Harry pried himself from the Fenrir’s arms before he lost his fragile hold on his temper and snapped at his mate.
He moved over to take a seat next to Jenson, the Beta wolf looking at him curiously. “Harry?” Jenson said questioningly, wondering why the submissive was coming to him. “You okay?”
“Not really,” Harry told him truthfully, seeing no point in pretending otherwise. “But can we maybe look over that stuff about the cabinet, for Draco,” he said, knowing that he wanted some answers for the blond by the time he went back to Hogwarts.
“Sure,” Jenson agreed. He was perfectly happy to spend some time talking about the cabinet and sharing his knowledge of artefacts with the Alpha mate. It would at least help to keep Harry’s mind busy for the moment.
FGHP
Having been avoiding meals for the last few days and eating only in the kitchens, Seamus had decided enough was enough. He was officially a werewolf and there was no changing that now; he had even just owled off his letter to his parents telling them as much. He couldn’t hide away from everyone forever, this was who he was and he was determined to make the best of it.
However, stepping into the Great Hall and seeing that Romy and Clayton seemed to still be at odds and sat at separate tables, Seamus really didn’t feel that he belonged anywhere.
Romy was at the Ravenclaw table with Luna and a Slytherin girl that he didn’t recognise, and he didn’t really want to intrude, no matter how lovely the girl had been to him lately. And he definitely didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of sitting with Clayton, particularly when the boy was sat with Draco at the Slytherin table looking utterly miserable, stabbing at his lunch with a fork; not that Romy seemed to be faring any better, as she stared vaguely at her untouched meal.
Seamus turned from them, not really feeling up to dealing with whatever was going on between them at the moment and glanced to the other side of the room, his eyes seeking out his former friends. He quickly spotted Ron and Dean; the two of them were glaring at him from the Gryffindor table as if daring him to come and sit down near them, something Seamus wasn’t going to be doing.
“Are you alright?” a kind voice asked just behind him. Seamus turned, a little startled, not having expected anyone to want to speak to him.
“Oh, um, I’m fine I guess,” Seamus answered, stumbling over his words a little at the sight of the head boy standing over him and looking a little concerned. He had never so much as spoken with Cedric in his entire time at the school and it seemed odd that he would start now.
“I know you’re having some difficulties,” Cedric said softly, glancing briefly over to the Gryffindor table with disapproval. The Hufflepuff did not like them one bit, not after all the issues that they had been causing for Harry, however, he didn’t want to think too much on that now as he tended to get rather irritable when he did.
“I think the whole school knows that,” Seamus interjected, unsure of where this conversation was going. He was constantly wary of anyone that seemed to have a friendly face; after the way Ron and Dean had shunned him, Seamus wasn’t sure that he could trust anyone.
“I just wanted to say that you are always welcome at the Hufflepuff table with me and my friends,” Cedric said with a smile. “Any friend of Harry’s is a friend of mine, no matter what you are.” The head boy had been trying valiantly to keep his distance from Harry, knowing that he wasn’t exactly welcome around him anymore, not after the whole pregnancy misunderstanding but Seamus seemed to be the perfect opportunity to worm his way back in.
“Why would you do that?” Seamus asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the head boy, not entirely sure that Cedric could be trusted in regards to his motives.
“As head boy I am expected to look out for the well-being of the students here, be a friendly face in times of trouble,” Cedric told him earnestly. “I realise that we’ve never really spoken before, but right now I’m betting you could use a non-biased friend and I’m more than happy to be there for you while you figure things out.”
“That is the most Hufflepuff-y thing anyone has ever said to me,” Seamus said a little dryly, though with a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You sure you don’t mind?”
“I would be glad for the company,” Cedric assured him, smiling kindly at the younger boy. “Come on, let’s eat,” he said rather jovially, leading the still somewhat baffled Seamus towards the Hufflepuff table.
FGHP
Harry and Jenson had spent more than an hour pouring over texts and putting together a detailed set of notes, which would hopefully help Draco finally be able to repair the cabinet. Harry was sure that his friend would have already tried most of the basics that Jenson was suggesting but there were also a few more complex ideas that he was hopeful about.
Fenrir was still sitting nearby. Harry knew that his mate was watching him closely but he didn’t mind too much, knowing that the Alpha was as worried about Niko as he was, even if Fenrir wasn’t as good at showing it. Harry thought that his mate was actually showing great restraint in not storming the Ministry and stealing their son back.
Things were strangely tense in the clearing; the mood of the Alpha was keeping everyone on edge, knowing that one wrong move would see Fenrir flying off the handle. They could all understand why and didn’t blame him for being so tightly wound but none of them wanted to get their heads bitten off.
Harry, whom had looked tired and far too skinny when he had returned to the clearing for the full moon, now looked worse than ever. The concern for Niko’s welfare was clearly draining him to almost the point of collapse, however, he had found something to focus on; the rest of the pack only wished that the Alpha had done the same.
“If these don’t work then come back to me,” Jenson told Harry, however, he was a little concerned that if what he had suggested didn’t work then the cabinet was going to be beyond repair. Though he wasn’t against going and looking at the thing himself as a last resort; it wasn’t like he was going to abandon the Malfoy family to their fate, regardless of his feelings towards them.
“I think we can make this work,” Harry said gratefully, giving Jenson a huge hug. This really did mean a lot, it meant that Draco’s mother and brother, who were as much family as Clayton, could have safe passage away from Voldemort. “Thank you,” Harry said with a smile, happy that he had had something to think about other than Niko.
“You’re welcome, little one,” Jenson said. “I just hope it helps,” he said with a sigh. The vanishing cabinets were peculiar items and he would have loved to get a close up look at them but this would have to do for the moment.
“I’m sure it will, I’m not sure what Draco has tried and what he hasn’t but it will help,” Harry told him. “Anything to get him to relax a little, he’s kinda tightly wound.”
“I think that has something to do with who he is, just as much as the situation he’s in,” Jenson said with a small smile. He knew that Lucius was not exactly a laid back kind of guy, and he had heard stories of Abraxas over the years, so it was likely a family trait.
“Do you know the Malfoy family then?” Harry asked curiously, a little surprised by that. He knew the line of work Jenson was in, however, he hadn’t thought that he would have had contact with the Malfoy’s, though now that he thought about it, it made sense.
“I do indeed,” Jenson told him with a nod of his head. “They pay me a lot of money to acquire some more unique items, though they also pay a lot of money to keep what I do for them secret from the ministry, so don’t spread that around too much.”
“I’m guessing there are a lot of dark and dangerous artefacts hanging around,” Harry commented with a wry smile. He dreaded to think about all the things that Lucius Malfoy might have had Jenson handling but the Beta wolf was smart and Harry trusted that the man knew what he was doing.
“Oh yes, a fair few,” Jenson agreed with a nod, giving Harry a suspicious look; he couldn’t really talk about a lot of his work, not even with the pack, who he trusted completely. He would answer Harry’s questions as honestly as he could but there were still limits on what he could tell him.
It was then that a thought struck Harry; he knew that it was a long shot but it was worth a shot at least. “If I described some items to you, would you be able to tell me if you’ve seen them?” Harry asked.
“I’m sure that I could, what kind of items are we talking about here?” Jenson asked, a little worried about why Harry wanted to know this particular information.
“It’s part of the vow I made, in a way,” Harry explained quietly, not wanting to draw attention to their conversation. “Voldemort has fragmented his soul into several objects, I dream about them every Halloween, the anniversary of my mother's death. I was just curious about whether you might have seen any of them at Malfoy Manor.”
“I’m glad you’re finally asking for help with this; you know we would all help you if we could, I’m sure that we’d all swap places with you too, if it was an option,” Jenson said and Harry smiled at this, knowing that it was true and loving every single member of his pack for it.
However, before Harry could respond, the unmistakable crack of an apparition sounded through the clearing. There was no one else it could have been other than Lukas, not since the wards had been renewed and strengthened. Not even the pups at Hogwarts could get back into the clearing currently and would have to be included into the wards next time they came home.
The Alpha and his mate were both on their feet within a second, before Lukas had even made it into the clearing. The second he did, the Alpha pair were next to him demanding answers, overwhelming the poor werewolf, who was looking rather harassed as it was. Dealing with Ministry witches and wizards was not an easy or pleasant task. He was just glad that he hadn’t run into his father while he was there as it would have only made the whole situation worse.
“Do you have it? Do you have the paperwork?” Harry asked in a rush before Lukas could say anything himself. The submissive was practically shaking with nervous anticipation, needing to know what had happened.
“Yes, it’s all approved, you both just need to sign it,” Lukas told them, holding up the roll of parchment in his hand. It had taken quite a bit of work to get the appropriate authorities to sign off on the adoption, given the unusualness of the situation, but he had only lost his temper with one person.
“We can go and get him now?” Harry asked hopefully, grabbing Fenrir’s hand in both of his own, clinging to his mate.
“As soon as you’ve signed, you will be able to demand they give him back to you,” Lukas promised, holding out the parchment to Fenrir, who took it in his free hand. “This will make him as legally your son, as if he had been born to you.”
“Here,” Jenson said as he held out the quill that he and Harry had be using to make notes about the cabinet, and Harry released the Alpha’s hands to take it.
“Thanks,” Harry said, keen not to waste a single moment. The Alpha opened the parchment, revealing the two spaces at the bottom of the document that needed their names.
It was almost a little strange how little hesitation he felt in reaching forward, putting his left hand behind the parchment to lean against, and signing his name on the document on the line marked ‘maternal parent’. His heart was pounding in his chest excitedly as he realised that he was now legally Niko’s mother.
“Your turn,” Harry said, holding out the quill to his mate. Fenrir took it before grabbing Harry by the shoulders and turning him around. Harry made a sound of surprise at the action but realised what his mate was doing, just a moment later, when he felt the parchment pressed against his back. He couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he felt the pressure of Fenrir’s signature, knowing what it meant.
“Let’s go,” Fenrir said, rolling the parchment back up, throwing the quill to the floor in his haste and grabbing Harry’s hand, eager to leave as soon as possible.
“You can’t go,” Jenson said as Harry and Fenrir started to head off towards the apparition point, Harry all but being dragged behind the Alpha. “Fenrir you’re a wanted man, don’t be a fool!”
Fenrir stopped, letting out a low warning snarl as he turned to glare at Jenson. He didn’t want to be told that he couldn’t go and collect his own son from what the Alpha considered to be captivity. “I will go!” he said with a rather violent growl, daring for his Beta to challenge him further.
“Fenrir, think about this,” Damon said, stepping in to help the Beta when he realised that the Alpha was not going to take this lightly. Damon knew that Jenson was right, Fenrir could not stroll into the Ministry of Magic when he was a wanted man. “The idea was to reunite your family, not divide it further,” he tried to reason.
“Damon’s right,” Jenson said, jumping in quickly when he realised that Damon was backing him up on this. “What use is it, if we get Niko back but you’re arrested?”
Fenrir did not look impressed at all by what his other pack members were saying but Harry, ever the logical one in the relationship, seemed to see that this made sense. It was something that both Jenson and Damon had been hoping for.
“Fen, they’re right,” Harry said gently, knowing that his mate was on the edge of losing his temper. Losing Niko had pushed the Alpha right to the limit and Harry didn’t want to risk pushing him that little bit too far.
“No!” Fenrir roared with anger, “I will go!” This was his pack, his family, his son, and he wasn’t going to let anyone keep him from getting Niko back now, not now he was legally theirs.
“No, Fen, you won’t,” Harry said, getting angry all of a sudden. The longer that they stood there arguing, the longer Niko was goodness knows where feeling miserable and alone. Harry just wanted his son back with them and right now Fenrir wasn’t helping that process.
“You dare tell me!” Fenrir yelled, turning on Harry with a furious glint in his eye. Harry had seen the Alpha angry before, many times in fact, however, this time was different, this time was worse and it was because it was their son.
“YES I DARE!” Harry shouted, losing his temper too now. Fenrir, however, was most definitely not in the mood to be shouted at. Closing the distance between himself and his submissive mate, he grabbed a fistful of the teenager’s hair and forcing his head backwards.
“I am Alpha here,” Fenrir growled, gripping Harry’s hair tightly, making his mate look him in the eye, Harry’s hands grabbing onto his arm.
“And you’re leaving our son alone and scared,” Harry snapped, feeling none of the pain of what Fenrir was doing to him, able to hold the Alpha’s gaze stubbornly.
“I will go!” Fenrir said, unwilling to relent this point. He had been fighting the urge to storm into the Ministry and take Niko by force from the moment the ten year old was taken from them. He had been patient, he had done as Harry had suggested and done things via the correct channels but he was done waiting, he would not be forced to stay put. He wanted Niko back with them and he wanted to be the one to do it, it was a point of pride for him.
“Great, go then,” Harry said, resisting the urge to lash out at his mate and kick him in the shin, something that was awfully tempting to him right now. “You can go and try and get Niko back, fail and get arrested. Then I would have lost both my son and my mate.”
Jenson, however, had seen enough and stepped between Harry and Fenrir, even as the Alpha maintained his hold on Harry’s hair. “If you’re going to hit someone, hit me,” the Beta wolf snarled, not about to stand by and watch the Alpha take a swing at Harry.
Fenrir actually looked a little surprised at that, and released his grip on Harry, the teenager stumbling back a few steps. The atmosphere was tense and Fenrir had no idea what to say, words had never been his strong suit, but he never wanted to come that close to taking his anger out on his submissive.
“Fen,” Harry said softly, but the Alpha just took a deep breath and turned away from him, walking a short way across the clearing. Harry, however, wasn’t going to leave things like that and ducked under Jenson’s arm when the Beta went to stop him, and darted after his mate.
“What?” Fenrir growled deeply, as he turned to look down at his submissive when he felt Harry’s hand on his arm. Given how angry he had been just a few moments earlier, he was surprised that his mate wanted anything to do with him right then.
“I’ll be back soon,” Harry promised, going on tiptoes and pulling Fenrir down for a chaste kiss. He wanted his mate to know that he was forgiven, he didn’t want this fight to be hanging over them when he returned with Niko. Besides, Harry was used to the anger from his mate, he could handle whatever the Alpha could dish out.
The Alpha watched his mate with confusion for a few moments, before giving a curt nod, recognising Harry’s acceptance of what had happened between them just moments earlier for what it was. There wasn’t really anything that he needed to say and they both wanted Harry to go and fetch Niko without further delay.
“I’ll stay with him,” Jenson promised, from where he was still stood with Lukas and Damon, as Harry headed back towards them. None of them would let anything happen to Harry, of course, but he suspected that Fenrir probably needed to hear it. “And we’ll take Lukas with us too if he doesn’t mind,” he added, glancing at him for confirmation.
“I was planning on it,” Lukas told him, now determined to see this through; he also wanted to be sure that he was there to deal with any issues that arose due to the paperwork, given that he was the one that understood it all.
The Alpha nodded in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest and scowling before stomping off to go and find the submissives who were supposed to be down by the stream.
“And I’ll stay with grumpy boots,” Damon whispered to Harry, giving the teenager a quick hug before heading off after his best friend. Harry, Lukas and Jenson heading towards the apparition point.
Jenson put his arm around Harry, preparing to apparate them both to the Ministry, Harry being too nervous to apparate himself. However as the submissive tucked himself into the Beta wolf he very quietly whispered, “Next time, don’t interfere.”
Jenson didn’t react; Lukas, however, looked a little startled at what Harry had said. Fenrir had been close to lashing out at Harry, all Jenson had done was stop that from happening. Lukas had thought that Harry would have been grateful for that, however it seemed that he was wrong.
“Let’s just go and get Niko,” Lukas said when it looked as if Jenson had been about to say something in response. They really didn’t have time to argue about this now, not when there was a ten year old depending on them.
FGHP
It was the first time that Harry had been back at the ministry since the awful night that they had gone to the Department of Mysteries and ended up facing Gideon, Voldemort and Dumbledore, and it was strange to see the Artium bustling with so many people.
“Stay close,” Jenson instructed firmly, as he put his arm over Harry’s shoulder and guided them towards the lifts. Harry hadn’t needed to be told as such, and was glad to have the two dominants on either side of him; he knew that he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself but given the looks that he was getting, he would have felt a lot more comfortable if he had had his mate with him.
“Nosy sods,” Lukas grumbled, as they passed a group who were speaking in loud whispers about Harry’s identity, apparently having recognised the teenager from the pictures of him that had been in Daily Prophet. He just hoped that their faces weren’t going to be splashed all over the papers the next day, it was wishful thinking.
“Ignore them,” Harry said, as the three of them stepped inside one of the lifts, Lukas pressing the button to take them to level two, where most legal matters were dealt with. It was where the young dominant had spent most of the last two days, filing paperwork and getting things signed. “Let them gossip all they like, all I care about right now is getting Niko back.”
“Won’t be long now,” Jenson promised. He was just hoping that this wasn’t going to take long at all and the ten year would be returned to them without further difficulties. Fenrir was no doubt in a foul mood back at the territory and so the quicker they go this sorted the better.
The doors closed and suddenly they were shooting backwards. It was fortunate that they were the only ones in the carriage due to the curse words that spilled from Jenson’s mouth as he fell forwards into Lukas who, as a result, went face first into the elevator door.
Harry, however, was used to suddenly thrusting forward and back and was able to keep his centre of gravity better than either of the others. He let out a little laugh as the movements of the lift evened out and they all managed to straighten themselves up.
“How did you manage to stay on your feet?” Lukas groused, rubbing the side of his face where it had connected with the metal grate of the lift.
“You’re usually so clumsy,” Jenson said unhappily, feeling a little foolish for having been caught so off guard by the sudden movement; he was usually very steady on his feet.
“This lift has nothing on Fenrir,” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders, not caring if he grossed them out, he was far too concerned with Niko right now and getting him back.
Jenson and Lukas groaned, really not wanting to think about their Alpha pair’s extra-curricular activities. Jenson could never be that rough with Callie, she was just too fragile and he had to be careful, reigning in his strength. Lukas too had to be more cautious seeing as Nell was a muggle; though he wasn’t sure that he and Nell were even okay right now, he really needed to talk to her and soon.
The lift jerked to a halt but this time they were all a lot more prepared for it. Harry was shifting his weight from one foot to the other impatiently, wanting to get his son back and return them all to the territory. Harry could only imagine how Fenrir was acting right now with him gone as well as Niko. They all needed to get back as soon as possible.
“Which way?” Harry asked, looking to Lukas as they stepped out into the corridor the moment the lift doors opened. There were people bustling around them, and Jenson was sticking close to him, a hand on Harry’s shoulder, but all he could care about at the moment was getting the papers filed as quickly as possible.
“Over here,” Lukas told him, grabbing hold of Harry’s hand, not wanting to risk losing him as they moved through the crowds of people. He honestly didn’t trust that someone wouldn’t recognise Harry and try something.
The three of them started off along the corridor heading off to the right, Lukas leading the way. As in the Atrium, many people were staring, presumably recognising Harry’s face from the times he had been in the paper, but no one gave them any trouble; at least not until someone felt the need to comment.
“Vile,” a man spat at them as Harry and Lukas hurried past, Jenson following close behind them. As anxious as Harry was to get Niko back, he wasn’t about to ignore such a comment.
“Excuse you, what did you just say?” Harry said turning to glare at the man who had spoken; Lukas was still gripping at his hand, not wanting a confrontation and trying to encourage Harry away from the man whom, unfortunately, he recognized.
“It’s disgusting,” the man said, clearly rather proud of his opinions. “Two men together,” he said in disgust before turning to Lukas and sneering. “How could you? And with a werewolf no less, it’s an abomination.”
“I don’t know, Father. I suppose I can say the same about the way a man who could leave his wife and son,” Lukas snapped angrily. He didn’t much care that Malcolm had seriously misjudged the relationship between him and Harry, not when it seemed that his own father hadn’t even recognised him, had insulted what he was, and was making homophobic remarks. Like he had needed another reason to loathe the man who had abandoned him and his mother.
His words, though, were apparently enough to bring Malcolm up short, because the man looked genuinely surprised for a moment, as he just stared at Lukas. But apparently the man’s shock was short lived because soon Malcolm’s eyes narrowed in anger.
“You are no son of mine,” Malcolm snarled, glancing around at the small audience they had now gathered. Lukas didn’t quite know whether to be angry or amused that Malcolm seemed worried that these people might think them related.
“Works for me,” Lukas said, turning his attention back to Harry, who was looking nothing short of livid by this point. “Come on, let’s go get Niko,” he encouraged before Harry could actually lose his temper and attack. “People like him aren’t even worth the air they breathe,” Lukas told him firmly, barging into Malcolm’s shoulder with his own as he led Harry passed him, taking a moment of malicious glee in the oomph sound that Malcolm made.
Jenson followed behind the other two, quietly fuming but not wanting to make a scene; though he couldn’t resist baring his teeth and snarling at Lukas’ father as he passed, enjoying the way the man visibly flinched.
“You okay?” Harry asked when they were a few feet away. He had no idea how Lukas would feel about confronting the man that had fathered him. It was clear that the relationship between the two was less than civil.
“I haven’t seen that man in nearly twelve years, not since he walked out on my mother and I. He couldn’t handle what I was. It’s nice to know that I’m not missing anything where he is concerned.”
“He’s still your father,” Harry said, thinking of his own, still lying in a hospital bed at Hogwarts in a coma. Harry hated to think of anyone not having a relationship with their father, though he could sympathise with Lukas if that was how his father was.
“He might be my father, but he isn’t my family,” Lukas said firmly. As far as he was concerned the pack were family to him now; the pack, Nell and the baby she was carrying. If anything, seeing his father today had made Lukas realise just how important that baby was. He knew that as soon as Niko was back where he belonged he needed to go and talk to Nell and fix their relationship; their week apart felt like a lifetime.
“I know what you mean,” Harry said with a nod, thinking about the biological parents that Remus had told him about and how disconnected from them he felt. A quick glance up at Jenson, told him he wasn’t the only one who could relate.
“Let’s go put our family back together,” Jenson suggested, ushering Lukas and Harry through into the record office, so that they could go and claim Niko.
FGHP
It had only been one day and Niko hated the orphanage already, or more he hated the other children who he was stuck there with. He had barely slept all night whilst stuck in the cupboard and was only let out when the matron noticed that he hadn’t shown up for breakfast. Of course no one had thought to save him anything to eat and so he was hungry too. He couldn’t believe that anyone would think that he would be better off here than with his family. At least he was loved in his pack, cared for, which wasn’t the case here.
He had hidden himself away as best he could for the rest of the day, spending most of his time curled up in the corner of the common room, where they spent most of their time. He was only grateful that most of the children were too scared of him to even go near him. He missed his family and his home terribly, wishing for them to come and take him away from this awful place. His mum had promised him, he had sworn that he wouldn’t be away from them long.
“Mr Walker,” the matron barked out, and Niko looked up at the woman who was stood in the doorway across the room. “With me,” she instructed, her dislike of the young boy obvious by the look on her wrinkled face.
Nervously, Niko pushed himself to his feet, wondering what he could have possibly done wrong now. Clearly the other children were thinking along the same lines because they were whispering and giggling amongst themselves, pointing fingers at him as he crossed the room. He just hoped he wasn’t going to get punished too badly; though he managed a half smile at the thought of what his mum and dad would do to them if he was.
“Where are you taking me?” Niko asked nervously. As confident as the thought of what his mum and dad would do to these people if they hurt him made him, he still had to endure it first and that terrified the hell out of him. He hadn’t been a werewolf for that long, he wasn’t as robust as the others, or as strong. He didn’t want to let his pack down.
“Fortunately for everyone here you are being taken back to the rabble you call a family,” the Matron said with disgust in her tone. “The Ministry fast tracked the paperwork as they couldn’t have you here, you’re a danger to the other children.”
“Yet I’m the one who slept in a cupboard all night and went without breakfast. Yeah I’m a real danger.” Niko muttered rather bitterly. He felt less need to try and hold his tongue now that he knew he wasn’t going to have to stay there any longer.
“I cannot help what the other children do when they feel threatened,” the Matron said stiffly, clearly feeling no regret for what had happened to the young boy while he had been in her care.
“Yeah, well at least I have something they’ll never have,” Niko said with a smile, knowing exactly how lucky he was, “a home, family and parents who love me.”
The matron huffed at that, apparently not having anything to say in response to that, and instead just ushered him into her office where two horribly familiar Aurors were waiting for them.
FGHP
Harry, Jenson and Lukas had been shown into a waiting room once they had received official guardianship of Niko. Of course waiting was about the last thing that Harry wanted to do but given that they didn’t know exactly where Niko had been taken to, there really was no choice other than to be at least somewhat patient while Ministry workers went to fetch him.
“You are going to make a hole in the floor,” Lukas commented, as he and Jenson watched Harry continue to pace back and forward across the small room.
“I’m just grateful we’re here, I don’t think being in the clearing with Fenrir is going to be much fun right now,” Jenson said, knowing that Harry’s rather irritating habit of pacing when he was frustrated was by far the better option.
“How long could this possibly take,” Harry grumbled irritably, ignoring both the dominants completely. His entire focus was on the fact that Niko was legally his and that his son should be there with him, not out in the world on his own somewhere.
“I am sure he will be here soon,” Lukas assured Harry, though he wasn’t sure the submissive even heard him. “They better be or Harry might start tearing through people to get to Niko,” he added in a very quiet whisper to Jenson. “Probably literally.”
“Damn straight,” Harry snapped, “I want my son!”
“We understand that,” Lukas said calmly, ever the voice of reason. However, it was making him think a lot about his own situation with Nell. Bumping into his own poor excuse for a father, and now seeing Harry fret over Niko, was making Lukas realise just how much he wanted to be a father to his and Nell’s baby. As he sat in the waiting room he made up his mind that he was going to go and see her as soon as he wasn’t needed with his pack any more.
Though it was probably only another ten minutes, it felt like an age before the door to the room opened. Harry stopped in his pacing at once, all three werewolves looking towards the two people standing there; he was far from pleased to see Dumbledore’s two lackies and was about to yell at them to leave, when he was distracted by the young man trying to get passed them.
“Mum!” Niko exclaimed, and was only kept from charging to Harry by the firm grip that Moody had on him.
“Niko,” Harry all but gasped out in relief as he hurried forward. “Let him go,” he demanded, but as he reached out for his son, Tonks stepped between them, holding out a piece of parchment.
“You need to sign for him,” she stated firmly. Harry actually growled at her, snatching the parchment from her grasp and storming angrily over to the small desk at the side of the room where there was a quill and ink well, so that he could scrawl his name.
“Just curious, but since when does it take two Auror’s to escort a ten year old boy?” Lukas asked, wanting to keep it peaceful. He could clearly see that Harry was a hair’s breadth from physically attacking the two Aurors and that wasn’t something that would help anyone at this point.
“When the ten year old is dangerous…” Moody grunted, ignoring the kick that Niko gave his wooden leg.
Jenson snorted with amusement. “Just wait until it’s Harry’s child by blood, then it’ll take four Aurors,” he said quietly to Lukas with a hint of amusement to his tone. He hadn’t meant for Harry to overhear the comment, however, the teenager sent him an angry glare over his shoulder as he signed the parchment.
“There, done,” Harry snapped, as he literally shoved the signed parchment into Tonks’ chest. He was done with being patient, with playing their stupid games and they had no rights at all to come anywhere Niko now. “Now unhand my son before I start removing your limbs.”
Moody didn’t look at all happy about it but when Tonks confirmed the signature with a nod of her head, he was left with no choice to let go of Niko. The ten year old barely waited to be released before he was barging past the two Aurors and jumping into Harry’s arms.
“Niko,” Harry said with a laugh as his son knocked them both to the floor. He was probably going to have bruises to show for it but he didn’t care in the slightest, not now that Niko was clinging to his so tightly. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, mum,” Niko said quietly. “I hated it there, it was horrible but I knew you would come and get me.” He had tried so hard to be brave, to make his parents proud, but he felt close to crying now that he was back with his mum again; though he was determined that the two horrible Aurors would never see him be such a baby.
“We should get you home,” Harry said, holding Niko tightly. “your dad is going to be worried sick about you.” When he said this Harry looked to Tonks and Moody, wanting them to know that they had pissed off one of the most feared werewolves in the wizarding world.
“Home!” Niko all but squealed with excitement, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh at that a little. It was good to know that this whole mess hadn’t ruined his son’s jubilant personality. “I want to go home, I missed sleeping under the stars, the cupboard was small and smelt funny.”
“Cupboard?” Harry questioned, looking to Niko with concern, “what cupboard?” he asked again, needing to know what had happened while his son was away from him.
“The one in the dorm,” Niko admitted. “The other kids were stupid. I am a scary werewolf, just like dad, and they were too scared to sleep in the same room as me.” He had hated it, but he didn’t want them to see how much it had hurt him.
“No one ever, not ever, has the right to lock you in a cupboard,” Harry told him very firmly before looking over to the two Aurors. “If I find out that you knew about this, I will send my mate after you, and then wish Dumbledore good luck in finding what’s left of your bodies,” he snarled.
“We didn’t,” Tonks assured him, though her words meant less than nothing to him, and so Harry was thankful when the two of them finally left.
“Home, then,” Jenson said, coming over and resting a hand on Niko’s back. He really was glad to have their youngest pack member back with them, where he belonged.
“If you're okay getting them home,” Lukas said almost anxiously, as they all turned to look at him. “It’s just, there’s someone I really think I need to go talk to,” he said. Both Harry and Jenson knew about Nell but he didn’t want to say something in front of Niko; mostly because he suspected the young man wouldn’t be great at keeping quiet about it, and he did still hope to tell the rest of the pack in his own time.
“Is everything okay?” Harry asked, suddenly sounding quite concerned.
“Oh, of course,” Lukas told him, not wanting Harry to worry, particularly when there might not even be anything for either of them to worry about. “Just a personal matter to take care of,” he said, hoping that they would understand what he was implying.
“Don’t be long, Fenrir will notice you're missing sooner or later, even with the excitement of having Niko back,” Jenson warned. He knew that Lukas hadn’t quite got round to telling the Alpha everything yet, something Jenson thought was a little foolish, however it wasn’t his place to tell. In his eyes what Lukas was doing didn’t endanger the pack and he had therefore decided to keep his nose out, especially considering the fact that Harry seemed to know.
Lukas nodded his head. “Shouldn’t take long,” he promised as all three of them headed for the door. He found that he was suddenly actually quite nervous and, for the moment, he was mostly hoping that Nell would at least hear him out.
FGHP
The decision Lukas had made to visit Nell was made and unmade several times before he finally got to her little flat. Even when he reached the front door it took him several minutes of standing there like a fool, unsure if he should knock or not. Finally, when he gathered up the courage to do so, his heart began racing and it took a lot of effort not to run away.
“Lukas…” Nell said when she pulled open the door, staring at him in surprise.
“I know I said I would leave you be, but please hear me out,” Lukas blurted out quickly, worried that she would slam the door in his face or something. “I gave you a week, I even intended to give you longer, but I can’t stay away from you any more, I love you too much.”
“Lukas…” Nell said again, still seeming rather stunned.
“Can I come in?” Lukas asked hopefully. “Please,” he implored. She wasn’t sending him away, so he was taking that as a good sign, but they really needed to talk.”
“Lukas...please stop,” Nell said with a sigh. The urge to just fall into his arms was intense, however she knew that she had needed the time away from him to digest everything that he had told him. “I’m actually glad that you're here, we need to talk.”
“It sounds like you’ve given up on us already,” Lukas said, suddenly feeling rather downhearted as Nell stepped aside and allowed him inside.
“I haven’t given up,” Nell said, closing her front door. “It’s just a lot to take in,” she added as she headed for the kitchen and flicked the kettle on. Silence descended between them as the two of them stood in the kitchen, neither of them knew what to say.
“Should you be drinking this?” Lukas asked; he had been doing a lot of reading in the last week, wanting to know everything and anything he could about how Nell’s pregnancy might go. He was desperate to be part of their lives, whatever it took.
“I don’t drink as much as I used to, I limit myself to three cups a day…” Nell told him as she got the mugs out the cupboard, but paused and turned to look at him. “Wait, how did you know that I shouldn’t be drinking this?” She was a little shocked that Lukas knew anything about pregnancies or babies, it was one of the things she had worried about, whether or not they could cope being as young as they were.
“I might have read a book,” Lukas admitted. “Or five.” He wasn’t sure he should admit to the small stack of books that now dominated the desk at his house, but Nell knew him well enough that he didn’t think she would be overly surprised. Besides, he wanted to prove to her that he could be there for her, that he wasn’t just going to be ignorant and let her handle everything.
“You really want to do this?” Nell asked insecurely. It had been playing on her mind a lot and she had been wondering if they were just in way over their heads with this. She was only nineteen after all, she had been second guessing her decision to keep their baby, afraid that she would fail as a mother, that she and Lukas wouldn’t be able to cope.
“More than I can possibly say,” Lukas told her earnestly. “My father was… awful. I bumped into him today, by complete chance, and it made me realise that I never want to be like him. I want to be a part of our child’s life, I want our son or daughter to have both of us, preferably together and happy.”
“I want that too,” Nell said with a smile. “And you have to know that I would never keep you from our child, no matter what happens. I am probably going to need you if they do take after you and can do all that… magic stuff.”
Lukas gave her a wry smile. “I’ll be here, I promise. Though, I understand if you aren’t ready to commit to anything between us. I mean, the Ministry have dealt with your parents’ memories, you could just go back to being their little girl and I will stay away from them and…”
“That’s not what I want though,” Nell told him, reaching over to take hold of Lukas’ hand. “I am not saying I am ready to jump right back in where we were, but I do love you too, and I would definitely rather do this whole becoming parents thing with you than without.”
“Does that mean that we’re together again?” Lukas asked hopefully, “please say yes because I really can’t live my life without you.”
“Yes but let’s take it slow,” Nell said, “I love you Lukas, I just want to make sure that we’re doing the right thing here.”
“I want that too,” Lukas assured her. He felt a little bad that he was still hiding his lycanthropy from her but he was sure that it would break the tentative thing they had between them, and he couldn’t do that; he wasn’t going to lose her.
FGHP
Not much had been said in the pack all evening. Callie had prepared dinner with the help of Tessie and Jaylon as normal. Lukas had returned to them just in time to help serve it out. Fenrir and Harry had sat together, Niko between them, snuggling with Baloo. The little family happy and content now that they were back together.
Shortly after eating, Niko had fallen asleep in his parents’ arms, physically exhausted after barely sleeping the night before and mentally happy, finally. Harry was on the edge of sleep too, feeling safe in his mate’s arms, knowing that their child was back with them once again. It felt so complete and so right for them to be like this and it made Harry not want to return to school in the morning, no matter the cost.
“I’m ready, Fen,” Harry said gently, his fingers playing with the light blond chest hair that covered the Alpha male’s chest.
“Ready for what, little one?” Fenrir asked gently, keeping his voice low so that their conversation was just for them and no one else.
“To have a family with you,” he replied. “I’ve been thinking so much about it and every time I even think about the potion to prevent us having children for another three months it makes me feel sick; it’s taken so much to convince myself to even brew it.”
“It is not time,” Fenrir said, gripping Harry and Niko tighter. It was amazing to hear those words from his submissive but he knew that now was not the right time for them to have a pup of their own.
“I know,” Harry said with a sigh, trying to keep tears from forming in his eyes, “we’re in the middle of a war, Callie is already pregnant, I’m in the middle of school but I can’t help it, I want it so much.”
“And we will, little one,” Fenrir said, placing a soft kiss to Harry’s temple in an unusually tender show of how deeply his affection ran for the teenager.
“Just not yet,” Harry said as he snuggled himself into his mate, holding Niko close to him. He loved the family that he had with Fenrir, he craved to be pregnant, to provide his mate with pups and complete the pack. “I love you, Fenrir, with all my heart,” Harry whispered as he drifted off to sleep, feeling whole for the first time since Niko had been taken from them.

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