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A quicker update this time as this chapter came together nicely. We are actually working on trying to getting to the point where we have at least one chapter in the bank like we used to so that we can update more regularly. In the meantime, hope you all enjoy this one.

Fragmented Soul

Chapter 92 - Sins of the Flesh

Harry was a little late for breakfast on Monday morning. He had taken on board one of the pranks that Micha had suggested on the Saturday and he had gone to visit the house elves in the kitchens and convinced them to slip a harmless potion into Dumbledore’s morning pumpkin juice.

“Where have you been?” Draco asked as Harry sat himself down between Seamus and Romy, unhappy to note that Clayton was almost at the opposite end of the Slytherin table sat on his own.

“I had some business to take care of,” Harry said smugly, wishing that Clayton was with them to share the joke with them all.

“What have you done?” Romy asked suspiciously as she helped herself to scrambled eggs. She too was trying not to think about the fact that Clayton was sitting apart from them this morning.

“It was Micha’s idea,” Harry told her with an innocent expression that she didn’t buy for a moment, accepting some scrambled egg onto his plate. Romy wasn’t going to be letting Harry skip out on breakfast, prank or no prank.

“That does not do anything to comfort me,” Romy said dryly as she stabbed a fork into her breakfast, making herself eat something even though she really didn’t have much of an appetite. She would though, if for no other reason than to encourage Harry to do the same.

“Just wait and see,” Harry told her, nudging her shoulder with his own, “I think you’ll enjoy this.”

“Personally, I can’t wait,” Seamus said, having taken Clay’s words to heart as if it was already second nature and piling bacon onto Harry’s plate as he helped himself to some.

Harry scrunched up his nose at the additional food on his plate but not wanting to discourage Seamus from acting like part of the pack, he picked up one of the pieces of bacon and ate half of it. He cast a glance up to the head table, smirking when he saw Dumbledore putting his goblet back down, having apparently just had a drink.

Harry couldn’t help but snigger as right before his eyes he saw Dumbledore’s beard begin to change colour. His reaction caused the others to look up towards the head table too. Draco, Theo and Seamus all laughed at the sight that met them, and Romy just chuckled a little before turning back to Harry.

“Doesn’t that count as a body modification?” she asked with a crooked smile. She couldn’t actually be annoyed with Harry, not when Dumbledore had more than earned such pranking and when she knew her pack brother had done it to make her smile.

“Well it isn’t permanent…” Harry told her slowly, not looking even a little bit sorry. “And I am sure Damon will forgive me given the recipient. Besides the rule was more to make sure that Clay and I didn’t get tattoos or piercings.”

“Whatever you say,” Romy said, rolling her eyes. “At least it looks like the rest of the student body enjoyed it,” she pointed out.

Harry looked around and sure enough there was laughing and talking all across the Great Hall as more and more people noticed the pink beard that Dumbledore was now sporting. However, his good mood was spoiled somewhat by Clay’s sour expression and the rather nauseating sight of Robin sat on McLaggen’s lap, practically sprawling herself all over him.

“Well isn’t that revolting,” Harry said, motioning over to the Gryffindor table.

“Well at least she isn’t bothering us anymore,” Draco said gratefully. Robin had seemed to get it into her head that he was interested in her and she really wasn’t his type. He was thrilled that Robin’s attentions were now elsewhere.

“I don’t think Umbridge approves of Robin and McLaggen,” Theo commented with amusement as they watched the toad-like woman approaching the couple at the Gryffindor table. “This could be entertaining.”

“Hopefully she will give Robin another detention,” Romy said with a devious smirk, “or four.” As far as she was concerned hell could rain down on Robin and it wouldn’t be as much as the other girl deserved. Harry had been insistent that what Robin had said about sleeping with Clay was a lie, but Romy couldn’t help but worry that there was at least some truth to it.

“Looks like you might have got your wish,” Harry commented, earning a chuckle from his friends when Robin clambered off of McLaggen’s lap and all but stormed from the Great Hall, dragging the Gryffindor boy behind her.

“Though you might want to finish your breakfast quickly and make a get away,” Theo told Harry when the professor turned her snooty face in their direction. “Umbridge looks to be in a worse mood than usual and I am pretty sure she knows exactly who’s to blame for Dumbledore’s beard.

“Unless you want to end up joining Robin for detention later,” Draco said with a smirk, and Harry turned to scowl at the blond.

“Not a chance,” Harry said, abandoning his breakfast, but grabbing some toast to appease Seamus and Romy, who didn’t look best pleased. “Time for class I think,” he said with a triumphant grin, “see you later, Romy.”

Seamus got up, giving his friends a wave before following Harry out. A little further down the table, Clay grabbed his bag and with a long lingering glance back to Romy, he too followed Harry from the Great Hall.

FGHP

“What do you make of them?” Rosie asked as she began to strip off her clothing down to her underwear. She was well overdue a wash and she and Aspen had come down to the stream, just the two of them.

Aspen mulled it over for a moment, wanting to give her his honest opinion. “I believe that they are good people,” he said finally. Overall he knew that this was the best place for them, even if he didn’t feel entirely comfortable with them just yet. It would take some time to get used to being in a pack rather than at Atwood House.

“But do we want to stay here? We could strike out on our own, we have nothing holding us here,” Rosie said, using her wand to heat the water as Aspen deepened it for them to bathe in.

“They are good people,” Aspen repeated in the way he usually did to reaffirm his point. “They will treat us respectfully. I see no reason to leave here.” After the talk that he had with Fenrir, Aspen was more than happy to remain here and do what was intended of him. He helped Rosie down into the heated and deepened stream before getting in himself.

“What makes you so sure of that?” Rosie asked curiously as she lay back in the water, wetting her pigtails. When the three werewolves that had turned her and raised her had been slaughtered by another pack, over a fight for territory, they had not had the heart to kill her as she had been so young. Instead they had filled her head with horror stories of what happened to submissives before abandoning her at Atwood House, not caring if she survived there or not.

“The Alpha holds his submissive mate in very high regard,” Aspen told her. “He bit me because he wanted someone of his mate’s age to protect him. I believe that he is a good man and that we can trust him. This is a good pack and we should see what they have to offer.”

Rosie watched Aspen with a furrowed brow, confused about why he could trust them so much after so little time. “I trust you, Aspen, and your judgement” she said, “if you think we should stay then we’ll stay. I just want to make sure that we’re doing the right thing.”

“Are you questioning the decision to stay because the Alpha removed your drink from you?” Aspen asked. He knew that Rosie had liked alcohol as it lessened the pain of where they were and what they had suffered before they had met one another and after, but he was curious about if there was a deeper underlying problem there.

“It’s not just that,” Rosie said with a huff, not liking the accusation that Aspen was hinting at. “I know what can happen to submissive werewolves. This pack has a bond, they’re clearly family. We’re strangers to them, why would they treat us nicely?”

“They haven’t hurt us so far, they have fed us, taken care of us and made us feel welcome,” Aspen pointed out as he dragged himself out of the stream and began to dry himself off, all the while watching as Rosie unbraided her hair to wash it properly.

Aspen was certain that he and Rosie would be able to settle down and be safe here, he just wanted her to see that too. There had been so much bad to happen in their lives that it was hard to believe that finally something good was happening.

“Come on you two,” Damon called from a little way away, wanting to give them some privacy, “breakfast is ready.”

“We shall be there momentarily,” Aspen called back, grabbing for his clothes as Rosie finished washing her hair. “I will always take care of you, Rosie, I made you that promise a long time ago and I intend to keep it.”

“What did the Alpha say to you to make you so sure?” she asked as she clambered out of the stream with Aspen’s help.

“He was honest,” Aspen said with a shrug of his shoulders. There was no other way to explain it to her, Fenrir had been courteous and forthcoming, Aspen simply respected the Alpha male for that.

FGHP

Dean had not been keen to socialise with his new pack. He was far too aware of all of the wrongs that he had done against them. Since they had woken up that morning, he had made it a priority to avoid as many people as he could. Aiden was getting increasingly frustrated with his mate’s lack of effort, especially with the attraction between the two of them and Jaylon, an attraction that seemed to be mutual.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aiden demanded as he brought breakfast to his stubborn mate, who was sat as far away from the others as was physically possible while still feeling some effect from the fire. “You’re blowing this chance with this pack. Do you not want to be here?”

“Of course I do,” Dean said at once, “you know that I do.” As awkward as the whole situation was, he was glad to be there; it was a giant step up from the alternative at least. He just didn’t see how it could last.

“Then why are you fucking this up?” Aiden hissed angrily.

“I fucked this up years ago, before I even knew you,” Dean said defensively. “I’m not a nice person, Aiden, I was part of Gideon’s pack for a reason.” He had kept the worst of himself hidden from his mate but it was becoming clear that Aiden would need something of an explanation.

“What do you mean?” Aiden asked, curious about his mate’s past, something he knew very little about. He had assumed that Dean had done things in the name of Gideon’s pack, but he didn’t know any specifics.

“I raped the Beta pairs’ daughter, when she was eleven,” Dean told Aiden bluntly, not wanting to string it out any longer than was needed. “The Alpha’s mate, I was part of an attack on him several months back. The goal was to rape and kill him, beating him senseless in the process, all because it was fun. They don’t want me here; you are the only reason why they’ve accepted me.”

“Then prove that you’ve changed,” Aiden said after a moment of silence where he was able to at least partially digest this load of information he had just been given. He was horrified by what he had just discovered, though he had always thought that there was a darker past to his mate, he just hadn’t realised how bad it had been. “Prove to them that you’re a better man.”

“I’m not sure that I am,” Dean said, feeling awful for admitting this, “you make me better but without you, I’m just as bad as Gideon or any of the others that we’ve just left behind.”

“Then you had better keep me around for a while longer then, hadn’t you?” Aiden said seriously. “You could have stayed with them, you chose not to, I think that that speaks volumes.”

“And if I only chose that because of wanting you away from them?” Dean asked, knowing that protecting Aiden had been a large part of his motivation; it had been his motivation for a lot of things lately.

Aiden stabbed his spoon into his porridge and frowned at his mate. “You would have preferred to stay with them?” he asked, wondering if he really was the only reason that Dean had gone against Gideon; it made him sick to his stomach to imagine where Dean might be now, what he might be doing, if they hadn’t met.

“No,” Dean told him earnestly, a pensive expression on his face as he moved his own breakfast around the bowl without eating. He wasn’t sure how he might feel if he hadn’t had Aiden to escape that place with, but he was undeniably glad to be free of Gideon’s pack now.

“Then stop this,” Aiden said firmly, putting his bowl by his feet and taking one of Dean’s hands in his own, looking him in the eye. “Show them the man that I fell in love with, show them that side of you. They might never fully forgive you for the things you have done, but they let you be here, so I think they must be willing to try. Are you?”

Dean made a humph sound at his mate’s logic. The idea of proving himself to these people made him mentally cringe but if he couldn’t find a way to fit in here then this wasn’t going to last long and he, and possibly Aiden, would end up out on their own.

“Well I am going to take that as a yes,” Aiden said with a crooked smile. Letting go of Dean’s hand, he picked up his breakfast again and started eating once more. He let his gaze drift over the pack, until he caught Jaylon watching them.

He chuckled softly as the shy submissive they had rescued from the woods all those weeks ago quickly looked away. Aiden didn’t know what it was about the young man, but there was something that drew him to Jaylon, in a not dissimilar way from how he had been drawn to Dean.

“You really like him,” Dean commented, feeling a little conflicted about that. He too felt drawn to the boy, but he didn’t think that Fenrir’s consideration would stretch as far as allowing him near any of the submissives and he was not pleased to have competition for Aiden’s attention.

Aiden nodded. “And so do you,” he insisted. “And I know you haven’t missed the looks that he has been giving us since we got here.” He thought that Jaylon’s attempts at subtle looks were very sweet and that his shyness was very endearing.

“The boy is scared of his own shadow,” Dean said, glancing over at Jaylon who was staring intently at the bowl of porridge in his hands. “He hasn’t spoken two words to the two of us, he might just be curious.”

“Can’t you feel it when you’re near him?” Aiden asked curiously, wondering if he had been mistaken, and it had only been him to feel the pull towards the young boy.

“I don’t know what I feel,” Dean said, discarding his breakfast to one side, looking over to Jaylon once more. He didn’t want to admit that he was drawn to the young boy because he knew that it was more than likely they could never be mated.

“I really wish you weren’t so stubborn,” Aiden said with a sigh; he knew Dean was scared but he wasn’t foolish enough to needle his mate into admitting it, knowing that it would just likely cause a fight between them. Dean had been with Gideon far too long to show weakness, it was a habit he would have to break over time.

“Well I can’t be too perfect,” Dean said teasingly, turning to smirk at his mate, but Aiden’s attention was half way across the clearing, and Dean followed his mate’s gaze and spotted where it looked like the Beta was being berated by his mate. “What do you reckon that’s about?”

“Shush and then we might be able to hear,” Aiden whispered, listening intently to try and make out what was going on; he felt it would be best to try and get a feel for the dynamics of the pack as quickly as possible if they were going to last here.

“Maybe you could at least apologise to my brother for beating him up,” Callie snapped at her mate, glaring at him furiously, her arms crossed over her chest. Aiden and Dean were both rather surprised to hear a submissive speaking to the Beta that way.

“I was protecting you!” Jenson said stubbornly. “I was trying to do what’s right for you and for the baby.”

“By using my brother as a punching bag?” Callie asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at her mate. She knew what he meant but she wasn’t going to let him off easily. She planned on having a good talk with Damon about his meddling too.

“I just wanted you and the baby to be safe,” Jenson all but pleaded with her, needing his mate to understand. Every instinct he had was telling him to keep her and their child safe at all costs, and her exhaustion was written all over her face.

“I was taking care of my patient,” Callie said; she wouldn’t have been able to sleep until Aiden woke up anyway, knowing she would have been too worried. “My life doesn’t revolve just around you, I have other responsibilities here,” she reminded her mate.

“I wish you didn’t,” Jenson said quietly, his voice bitter. Callie scowled at him. “Everyone relies on you for so much,” he explained. “Medical care, food, you’re the strength in this pack and it needs to be shared out, especially now that you’re not well.”

“Romy is learning to heal; Harry wants to as well. I am sure Jaylon would also make a superb student. Besides you, Micha, Clay and Damon already know some of the basics too,” Callie insisted. “And Tessie, Jaylon, Romy and Harry already help with the cooking.”

“Teach me, I’ll learn how to cook,” Jenson suggested enthusiastically. He felt bad that their food was basically left completely to the submissives to take care of, though he had to admit they were very good at it.

“Darling, I wouldn’t trust you near the food,” Callie said with fond exasperation, patting her hand against Jenson’s chest. It was sweet of him to offer to help but the last thing she needed was half the pack coming down with food poisoning because Jenson had no clue what he was doing.

“Then show me how to heal,” Jenson said with determination, “I mean properly, like how you are teaching Romy. It can’t all be submissives that do all of this.”

“You dominants do enough protecting us,” Callie insisted, knowing that Jenson had enough to be worrying about with keeping the pack safe, without adding more to his workload. “This is our role here.” The pack had dynamics for a reason, this was how it had worked for centuries before them and would continue to do so even after they were gone, who were they to question it?

“A lot of the submissives can fight and protect themselves, it’s time we learnt how to take care of the more docile jobs around here,” Jenson said. “Even if they are frustrating for us,” he added quietly under his breath but Callie smiled at him sweetly.

“Apologise to Damon, and trust me to take care of myself and our baby, and that will be enough for now,” Callie said firmly. “And if you are very lucky I might even heal you. Damon really did a number on you this time.”

“I gave as good as I got,” Jenson said defensively, not liking the implication that Damon had out fought him.

“Really not helping your case,” Callie pointed out, trying to keep from laughing. She really wished that her mate and her brother didn’t have this need to constantly one-up each other. “Go on,” she encouraged, pushing him in Damon’s direction, “go talk to him.”

Jenson looked hesitant but reluctantly headed over to where Damon and Micha were cuddled up together, having finished eating. “We should talk,” he said as he reached them.

Damon glanced over towards Callie, who was watching them both expectantly. He sighed and pressed a kiss to Micha’s temple before pushing himself to his feet and wordlessly gesturing for Jenson to lead the way. The Beta wolf led them a short distance, so they at least had the illusion of privacy, even though he was sure that the whole pack was listening in.

“I’m sorry I hit you,” Jenson said begrudgingly, knowing that he really should have controlled himself better. Damon seemed to be good at pushing his buttons; they both just cared too much about Callie.

“I’m sorry I interfered,” Damon said with a sigh. “Sometimes I look at her and I still see that poorly little kid that I had to take care of,” he explained. “I know that she is your mate and that you would never intentionally hurt her, but…”

“I know,” Jenson said, feeling a little awkward in the face of Damon’s honesty. “You were just trying to protect your little sister.”

“And you, your mate,” Damon said with a nod of his head. “Your pregnant mate at that,” he added wryly, dreading to think how protective he would be of Micha in similar circumstances.

“Think she might agree to heal us now?” Jenson asked hopefully, given that Damon was stood at a better angle to be able to see Callie than he was.

“Hmm,” Damon hummed as he glanced over to his sister, “well she isn’t scowling, so that’s probably a good sign. And apparently I need to work on my subtly because she is gesturing us over,” he said, stepping around Jenson and heading over to where Callie had sat herself down on one of the log benches.

FGHP

“Enter,” the pinched tones of Madam Umbridge called out through the heavy door in response to the knock on the door and Robin reluctantly pushed open the door and stomped into the High Inquisitor’s office. The werewolf had a scowl on her face and crossed her arms over her chest as she all but slammed the door behind herself.

Robin was rather surprised to see that the woman wasn’t alone; the High Inquisitor was being shadowed by the male one of the two Carrows that frequently followed the woman around the school. Robin did her best to ignore the rather intimidating man, focusing on Umbridge instead. She huffed loudly when the High Inquisitor continued to work on the whatever she was working on; Robin really did hate being ignored.

“Aren’t you like supposed to give me some lines or something?” Robin asked pompously, dropping herself into the chair in front of Umbridge’s desk, crossing her legs and causing her short skirt to ride even higher. She sneered at the unsubtle glance that the man gave her, clearly trying to see something he wasn’t supposed to. “I am not here because I want to be, you know.”

“I am aware, Miss Page,” Umbridge said, signing one final document before putting her quill down and looking up to fix Robin with a simpering smile that just caused Robin’s scowl to deepen. “Now, I think we will, as you so wonderfully suggested, start with a few lines.”

“Wonderful,” Robin drawled sarcastically, reaching across the table to take Umbridge’s pen, but the High Inquisitor giggled as she slapped away the teenager’s hand, as outrage flared on Robin’s face.

“Now, now, now, I have a special pen for you to use,” Umbridge told the pretty young lady in front of her, as she pulled out the quill she kept in her desk draw, causing an amused sneer to spread on the man’s face. Umbridge held it out towards Robin, until the teenager reluctantly leaned forward to take it from her. “Let’s start with ‘I will dress appropriately’, twenty times,” the High Inquisitor said with false sweetness, as she pushed a blank piece of parchment towards the teenager.

Robin huffed in annoyance once more but leaned forward, intending to get this over with as quickly as possible. However, she cried out in surprise as after just a few words, a sharp pain shot through the back of her hand. “You bitch!” she exclaimed loudly, as she caught sight of the words cut into her, and she pushed herself to her feet and threw the pen at Umbridge.

“Miss Page!” Umbridge all but screeched, Amycus Carrow stepping in front of the door before Robin could reach it. “Sit!”

“Like hell I will,” Robin snapped angrily, not going to let this woman maim or blemish her perfect skin. “Move!” she demanded of the large man, but Amycus just grinned at her toothily, in a way that made Robin hastily back away a few paces and round on Umbridge once more.

“We’ll add another ten lines for this behaviour I think,” the woman said, with a sickly sweet smile on her face that turned Robin’s stomach. “That makes it thirty now, so please take a seat, Miss Page, and we can get started.”

“No,” Robin said, crossing her arms over her chest once more.

“Amycus,” Umbridge said, her smile turning more sinister, “if you would be so kind.”

“With pleasure, Madam High Inquisitor,” Amycus said with unrestrained glee, drawing his wand out as he bowed. “Cruciatus,” he cast as he straightened up, the spell flashing across the room and hitting Robin in the chest.

With a piercing scream, Robin’s body tensed and fell to the floor. The sound that was coming from her was inhuman, and her face was already covered in tears, as she twitched and flailed in a futile attempt to escape the pain that consumed her.

“Amycus,” Umbridge said softly, and the Carrow brother released the teenager from the curse.

Robin’s screaming stopped, but she remained on the floor of the office. She was in shock, never having known anything like what she had just endured, and she could still feel her muscles spasming, as she sobbed softly.

“Miss Page,” Umbridge said softly, with a hint of impatience, “you will get back in your chair and finish your lines. Unless you need further motivation; I am quite sure that Amycus would be more than happy to help in that regard.”

Robin whimpered as she pushed herself to her feet, trying not to cry out at the pain that she was feeling in every part of her body. She couldn’t hold back the hysterical sob as she dropped herself back into the chair she had been sat in before and picked up the quill. She hesitated, glancing up at Umbridge, desperately hoping that the woman would stop this, but the smile on the High Inquisitor’s face put that hope to rest.

“Thirty lines of ‘I will dress appropriately’, Miss Page,” the woman reiterated, looking very pleased with herself.

Robin looked hopefully towards the door, desperate for any last way to get out of this, but the large form of Amycus Carrow still blocked the door and she realised she really did have no choice. And so she reluctantly picked up the pen, crying out in pain as she once again started to write; she just hoped that her tears didn’t smudge the ink too much because she was starting to suspect that Umbridge might just use that as an excuse to make her start again.

FGHP

“Romy, can we talk?” Clayton asked as he, Romy, Harry and Seamus went to enter the Great Hall for lunch. For a moment Romy was tempted to ignore him but she knew that they had to talk eventually, she couldn’t keep going the way they were.

“Fine,” she said unhappily. Harry gave her an encouraging smile and nod, glad that his two friends were actually going to talk to each other, rather than just going on ignoring each other. “Where to?” Romy asked, as she followed Clay away from the Great Hall.

“Let’s just find a classroom, there has to be an empty one around here somewhere,” he commented as they headed off down the nearest corridor. It didn’t take long to find one, shut themselves inside and ward the room so that they wouldn’t be overheard.

Romy stood with her arms folded over her chest, glaring at Clayton, waiting for what he had to say, however, when he wasn’t forthcoming with an apology or an explanation as to what had happened with Robin she went first. “Come on then, you’re the one that wanted to talk, so talk.”

“I didn’t sleep with her,” Clayton blurted out immediately. “I wouldn’t ever do that to you, you mean too much to me.”

“You don’t show it,” Romy said with a huff, “and why should I believe you? Robin is gorgeous, despite her personality flaws. Why wouldn’t you want to sleep with her? She’s prettier than me, skinnier too, and has a lot less emotional baggage.”

“But she isn’t you!” Clayton said, really wishing that he could put his point across. He had no idea how they had come to be in such a mess but he hated being on the outs with his mate. Clay loved Romy, she was his whole world and he couldn’t imagine his life without her; he just hoped that he was able to fix things before it was too late.

“Then why sleep with her?” Romy accused. She didn’t care how many times Clayton denied it, she couldn’t see past the smug look on her pack sister’s face when she had declared that she had slept with Clayton. It wasn’t something she was going to forget in a hurry.

“I didn’t!” Clayton exclaimed angrily; he was so frustrated with the fact that Romy just wouldn’t listen to him. “What do I need to do to prove to you that I only love you? I only want you!”

“Sleep with me,” Romy said, “touch me like you actually love me.” Romy stood her ground, squaring up to Clay, wanting to see what he would do.

“So that your first time is filled with hate and anger?” Clayton said, looking horrified at the very thought. “Not a chance, I wouldn’t inflict that on you, don’t ask me to do that to you because I won’t. I could never hurt you.”

“Are you really so weak, Clayton?” Romy sneered at him, the repeated rejection stinging and leaving a bitter taste in her mouth that made her want to lash out; it was either that or cry and she wasn’t going to let him see how much she was hurting right now. “You’re so afraid to touch me that you just fuck the whore of the pack instead? Well, you know what, you deserve her, Clayton; you and her are going to be so good together.”

Clay let out a growl of frustration, grabbing hold of Romy by her upper arms. “How can I get it through your thick head that you are the only person that I want?” Clay demanded to know, releasing her from his strong grip, knowing that if he carried on then he was going to end up hurting her. “I have never, and will never sleep with Robin. She is a spiteful bitch and if you would actually put that massive brain of yours to use for a few minutes you would realise that she was just trying to cause trouble.”

Romy opened her mouth to retort, but bit back the angry words on the tongue and snapped her mouth shut. It did sound like the kind of thing that Robin would do, but that didn’t mean that she could believe it, not when she had had the mental images of Clay and Robin together swirling around in her brain all morning.

“Romy… please,” Clay said with a sigh. “Are you really going to let Robin ruin what we have?”

“You seem to been doing a pretty great job of that all on your own,” Romy told him, crossing her arms over her chest. “I love you, but how am I supposed to believe that you really love me when you won’t even have sex with me when I am throwing myself at you?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Clay said with obvious sarcasm, “maybe you could try trusting me! But if you really can’t manage that then maybe we should see if Harry can get hold of that veri-serum stuff or whatever it is called, so you can see that I am telling the truth, that I really am just trying to protect you, even if it is just from yourself.”

“You mean Veritaserum?” Romy asked, shocked at the suggestion, Clay nodded his head in confirmation. “You would really do that?” she asked, her anger calming slightly at this.

“If that is what it takes to prove to you that I didn’t have sex with her and that you’re the only one that I want then yes, I would do it.” Clayton told her with exasperation, “I want my life to be with you, Romy, no one else.”

“Fine,” Romy said, her anger dissipating almost completely at this point, “Harry will get the Veritaserum and then we’ll see.”

FGHP

It felt strange for Harry, not having Romy of Clayton around, though he didn’t mind too much as he knew the two of them needed to work out their issues; but he was still grateful to at least have Seamus and Draco to keep him company. Despite his complaints about always having to have a personal bodyguard, Harry was far too used to always having the company now and he didn’t fancy having lunch alone.

Harry had been in two minds about whether he wanted to bother with lunch, but in the back of his mind he could hear Fenrir nagging him to eat and he wanted to make his dominant mate proud of him. He didn’t like being so underweight, it wasn’t something he had done on purpose so, rather begrudgingly, Harry began helping himself to some pasta and salad.

“Where have Romy and Clayton gone?” Seamus asked curiously. He had seen them wander off but he had no idea why. He didn’t know whether the two of them were making out or at each other's throats half the time, though even he could see that the two of them were perfect for one another and he hadn’t even known them for that long.

“Hopefully working out their differences,” Harry told him with a sigh. He hated to see his pack siblings this way, especially because of Robin. He really wanted to make that girl suffer.

“And all because of Robin,” Draco added with a tired shake of his head, echoing Harry’s own thoughts. He did feel bad for his older brother, but he was actually in a good mood for once; he was finally feeling a little optimistic about his and his family's situation now, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, now that the coming evening was all planned out.

Draco was finding it so much easier to focus on what was going on around him at school now that his mind wasn’t constantly occupied with his worries for his family. More importantly, he was able to give focus on Tracey a little and give some thought to the attention she seemed to be giving him.

“That girl is more trouble than she’s worth,” Harry said with a sigh before taking another mouthful of his food, unable to shake the bitterness he was feeling towards Robin. “At least we got Saturday without her though,” he added with a dreamy smile, thinking of his family. “It was nice spending time with the rest of the pack.”

“It was nice,” Seamus agreed with a smile and a nod, “but a little chaotic. That son of yours is something else though.”

“Only because Clay filled him full of sugar,” Harry said, grinning from ear to ear at the mention of his son. “I can’t wait to have you in the territory for the full moon.”

“I’m almost jealous,” Draco said, “having such a close family, that bond; it’s not something that the Malfoy family prides itself on.”

“You have your mum though,” Harry said reassuringly, “and your two brothers. Plus, we all count you as family even if you aren’t one of us.”

Draco smiled gratefully; in an odd way he did think of all these weird and colourful people as almost like family now. He never would have thought that a load of werewolves could ever mean that much to him but they did and he didn’t regret a thing.

FGHP

The mood amongst the strays was sombre. The escape of Aiden and Dean, and the deaths of two of their number, and the injuries that Sid, Terrell and Russ had suffered, all weighed heavily on everyone’s minds. Terrell and Sid had only suffered minor injuries and were already mostly healed, but Russ had taken a serious blow to the head and even a full day later, had yet to awaken.

“Cut it out,” Gideon snapped at Terrell, who was groping Jack with no sense of shame at all, displaying his rights to the smaller werewolf for the rest of the pack to see. “Or I will make Jack omega again regardless of your claim.”

Terrell had taken his chance the moment that Aiden and Dean had been declared the pack omegas, claiming Jack for his own. Jack had been smart enough not to fight him on that, figuring he was better off owned by Terrell than being handed around between the whole pack. But this did mean that the strays were currently without an omega, which was doing nothing to help ease the tension.

“Fuck off,” Terrell snarled, though he reluctantly removes his hand from the front of Jack’s trousers anyway, crudely wiping his hand off on the back of his mate’s t-shirt; Jack’s nose wrinkled up, but he made no comment.

“Watch your fucking tongue, or else I will tear it out,” Axlar snarled from behind Terrell, his hand wrapping around Terrell’s throat, nails digging in enough to draw blood, and Jack hastily shuffled back from the pair of them, looking alarmed and not wanting to get caught in the middle.

“Axlar!” Gideon shouted, all but jumping to his feet. They had lost enough members recently without their Beta taking out the few of them they had left. “Back off,” he instructed, pointing over to Axlar’s tree, where the man spent most of his time knitting.

The Beta huffed in annoyance, releasing his hold on Terrell. Jack hurried back to his mate’s side, and wiped away the blood on Terrell’s neck to check to depth of the small wounds. Axlar snapped his teeth at the pair of them, making Jack jump, before storming over to his tree and going back to his knitting.

“Fucking psycho,” Terrell muttered under his breath, batting away Jack’s fussing hands and pulling his mate into his lap. “Reckon he’s just jealous that I’m the one who owns your arse,” he whispered in Jack’s ear.

“Drop the fucking attitude,” Gideon demanded angrily, and the pack fell quiet once more.

However, less than ten minutes later, a sound a short distance away caught their attention, all the pack going on high alert and drawing out their knives as they got to their feet. With their attention focused on where the sound had come from, they could easily make out the sound of numerous pops of apparition.

“Axlar, Sid, go right,” Gideon instructed urgently in little more than a whisper. “Terrell, with me. Jack, put the fire out and stay with Russ.”

His pack did as instructed, doing as they were told without question, and making their way through the trees towards the intruders. There was hope that they were going to be able to relieve some tension on whomever had dared enter their territory uninvited. By now numerous voices could be heard and many footsteps, as leaves crunched and twigs snapped; it didn’t sound as though whoever it was, was trying particularly hard to move quietly.

“Do you really think to sneak up on me, Gideon,” an amused voice said, as the intruders stopped moving. The Alpha stepped out from behind a tree, having recognised the voice, and found himself face to face with the youthful face of Voldemort.

“My Lord,” Gideon said, bowing his head as a sign of respect before taking the chance to look at the group of men who were stood behind Voldemort. “Axlar, Sid, Terrell, go back to Russ and Jack,” he instructed, and he heard movement that indicated they had done as instructed.

“Obedient little doggies,” Bellatrix cooed mockingly as she stepped up to Voldemort’s side. She had her fingers threaded through the hair of a small boy, who looked to have barely reached his teenage years, and he cried out in pain as he was dragged along. “I am sure you will be able to teach little Tommy here a thing or two about obedience,” she said before letting out a cackling laugh at the look of horror on the boy’s face.

“Travers, Jugson, Rowle,” Voldemort said sternly, “take the new wolves to their new home. Gideon and I need to have a conversation. Bella, go with them.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Rowle said with a bow of his head, as he, Travers and Jugson started herding the thirteen other men past Voldemort, in the direction that Sid, Axlar and Terrell had gone. Bellatrix reluctantly went with them, dragging Tommy along with her.

“Who are all these people?” Gideon asked, watching on as they filed past him, before looking back to Voldemort. “My Lord,” he added promptly, but his belated respect seemed to just amuse Riddle.

“Your new pack members,” Voldemort told him, wandering around Gideon, relishing how nervous he could make the Alpha wolf. “Great effort has been put into collecting these individuals, so I will be displeased if they are lost like so many of those I have given you.”

“Of course, my Lord,” Gideon said with a bow of his head. He knew that he was on dangerous ground with how many werewolves had already been lost to the Greyback pack. He really wished his pack members would believe him when he told them that they weren’t ready, and he supposed he would just have to hammer it into these new guys even more emphatically.

“Let us just kill Greyback,” Axlar said, approaching Gideon and Voldemort with little care about the fact that they had asked to speak alone, nor that he had made it obvious that he was eavesdropping.

“No,” Voldemort said dismissively, in a decisively good mood and willing to overlook this beast’s rudeness. “He is more use alive than dead… for now.”

“Then let us kill his subs and take him,” Axlar argued, unwilling to relent his point. He felt that being cooped up in the territory was pointless. He wanted to be out in the world, able to maim and mutilate women until his heart was contented. If they were here to kill Greyback then let them just do it.

“No,” Voldemort said again, this time losing a little of his patience and making that very clear in his tone. “Their time will come but it is not now.”

When Axlar went to open his mouth and question this decision one final time, Gideon had had enough and swiftly he used his silver hand to punch his Beta in the stomach winding him. Voldemort laughed, pleased in watching such simple brutality.

“It pleases me that you are know how to handle such men,” Voldemort said smugly as he stared down at where Axlar had crouched down, trying to ease the pain in his gut. “The men I have brought you are of a similar ilk,” the man went on conversationally. “A vile collection of brutish beasts, that I had turned especially for our cause.”

“Delightful,” Gideon said, somewhat sarcastically. He really did appreciate Axlar’s passion for violence, but that did come with its own set of problems. But at least these new men would fit in well. “Anyone I need to keep a particularly close eye on?” he asked, wondering if Voldemort would give him any more details. Axlar too seemed curious now, getting back to his feet and listening intently.

“Apart from little Tommy, who I simply brought for your amusement, they are all experienced killers,” Voldemort told him calmly. “Six of them are known rapists, though I think you will enjoy Noah and Ewan’s particular brands of cruelty,” he added, glancing to Axlar, clearly wanting to show off the collection of men he had found. “Noah likes to use potions to take the women he wants; Ewan is more inclined towards Imperius.”

“You might want to keep an eye on Kaleb though,” Voldemort went on, looking thoughtful for a moment. “He had a penchant for firestarting. And don’t let Hayden get too hungry, he might just start eating the others.”

“You have outdone yourself, my Lord,” Gideon praised, bowing his head deeply to hide the disgusted sneer that had formed on his face. “I will train them as best I can,” he promised.

Voldemort nodded his head once, but was apparently done dealing with them, because without another word the man vanished with the familiar pop of apparition.

“Well this should be fun,” Gideon said sarcastically as he and Axlar headed back to the pack to meet their new members. The only response was Axlar’s answering grin. ‘Well at least someone is looking forward to this,’ the Alpha thought wryly.

FGHP

The plan was in place. Jenson was on his way and despite the friction going on amongst the pups of the pack, Clayton was ready to sneak through the castle corridors to go and meet his Beta wolf in Remus’ office. Using the Marauders Map, Clay and Harry had figured out that the best way to get Jenson into the castle was via the floo in the professor’s office; though they were going to have to be careful not to get caught, given it was well after curfew and Jenson was most definitely not supposed to be in the school.

Harry was to stay in the forest classroom with Romy and Seamus. Clay would be the one to meet up with Draco and then the two of them would escort Jenson to the room of requirement to look at the vanishing cabinet and hopefully get it working.

As he left the forest room, Clay wanted to give Romy a kiss, to say goodbye to her properly but the two of them were still not speaking to one another and even though it pained him to do so, he simply left the room with Harry’s map and cloak.

Draco was waiting for him somewhat nervously outside of Professor Lupin’s office. He was clutching desperately at a small pile of parchment that contained all of his notes that he had made on the cabinet.

“You look a bit ruffled, little brother,” Clay whispered teasingly, causing Draco to let out a sharp cry of alarm, given that he couldn’t see Clay, who was underneath the invisibility cloak. Clay just chuckled in amusement.

“Don’t do that,” Draco hissed back, as he tried to calm his racing heart, straightening the pieces of parchment he had almost dropped. “You are such an arse,” the blond muttered as Clay pulled the cloak off so that Draco could see him.

“Must run in the family,” Clay teased. “Come on, little brother, we have work to do,” he added, putting an arm around Draco’s shoulder.

“Please stop saying little; Brax is little. I’m only a month younger than you,” Draco bitched as Clay knocked on Lupin’s door. The two of them were a little surprised when it was opened almost instantly and the large red-headed man stepped out into the corridor to join them.

“Lead the way,” Jenson instructed firmly, apparently not intending to bother with small talk; though, that was for the best while they were in a corridor where anyone could find them. Holding up his hand, Clay gestured for them to wait a moment as he pulled the Marauder’s Map from his pocket and activated it.

“Filch is on the fourth floor by the looks of it,” Clay said, studying the map. “If we go this way we can avoid him and Mrs Norris, who is on the sixth floor.”

“Shame the cloak won’t fit all of us underneath it really,” Draco said, looking up at Jenson, wondering how it was that someone ever grew to be as big as Jenson or Fenrir. It seemed almost impossible for them to be as large as they were. Though given the way that Clay was growing, he was sure it had to have something to do with their lycanthropy.

“Can we just get moving now, please?” Clay said a little harshly, thinking that it was best if they just got this over with, or at least to the room of requirement so that they weren’t going to be found. There was no way to explain why he and Draco were out of bed and in the company of a large werewolf.

“What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Jenson asked as the three of them started on their way to the room of requirement, taking the path that Clay had suggested.

“He’s had a falling out with his girlfriend,” Draco said before Clay could say anything, not fully realising just who he was talking to.

“Draco!” Clay hissed in frustration, as Jenson paused and turned to glare at him, with a look demanded answers.

“I am so missing something here,” Draco said, looking rather surprised by the large man’s reaction to what he had said.

“Start talking, Clayton,” Jenson said firmly, ignoring Draco completely for the moment, wanting to know what was going on with his little girl.

“I will explain,” Clay promised the Beta. “Romy is fine, we just had a… disagreement, but if we get to the Room of Requirement, we will be able to talk more freely there.”

“Fine,” Jenson agreed, snatching the map from Clay’s hand and heading off along their planned route, his large strides leaving Clay and Draco to all but jog to keep up.

“Sooo, that man is…?” Draco whispered to Clay, his voice trailing off in question.

“That would be the Beta of our pack, and Romy’s father,” Clay explained with a pointed look.

“Ooops,” Draco said, flashing Clay a wry half smile in apology. He really hadn’t meant to land Clay in trouble, he had just been trying to tease his brother a little bit. But the large red-head did not look like the kind of man anyone would want to mess with.

“Yeah, ooops indeed,” Clay said with a sigh. He wasn’t too worried, he knew that he had done the right thing even if it had upset Romy and put them on the outs. He was hoping that Jenson would understand that. Clay thought that upsetting her was probably a better option than having sex with her and damaging her physically and mentally because she wasn’t ready. He just wished that Romy could see that too.

FGHP

Getting to the room of requirement was surprisingly easy with the use of the Marauders Map. Clay was rather glad of it, to be honest, but it did mean that the dreaded conversation with Jenson was bound to happen sooner.

As soon as they were inside, Jenson handed Clay the map back and took the notes that Draco had. He took a moment to glance over them briefly before discarding them as useless. “Blond boy I don’t know, give Clay and I a moment.” Jenson did know who Draco was but he simply wasn’t interested in him right now and he needed to talk to Clay rather urgently.

“I didn’t hurt her,” Clay said the moment that Draco was out of earshot. He wanted to make this point very clear and mainly because he didn’t want to get beaten up by the Beta wolf.

“What happened?” Jenson asked, not willing to even look at the cabinet until he had got some answers. He wanted to know what had happened to make the two rather loved up teenagers to have such a major disagreement.

“She wanted something I didn’t want to give her,” Clay said, not wanting to be too blunt about it, not when Jenson had been so overly sensitive about the subject of the two of them as a couple.

“Clayton...” Jenson growled impatiently. It was late and he was not in the mood to be given cryptic clues.

“I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Clay said, more than willing to be blunt if Jenson was going to force it out of him. “She wanted to and I didn’t think that she was ready after everything that she’d been through so she isn’t talking to me. She thinks I don’t love her because I won’t have sex with her.”

“Of course she isn’t ready!” Jenson snapped, horrified that this was even an issue for Clay and Romy already. “She is fourteen years old. I’ll speak with her,” he said decisively.

“No, Jenson, please,” Clay said hastily, not liking that one bit. If there was one thing that was likely to upset Romy more than refusing to have sex with her, it was probably telling her father that he was refusing to have sex with her. “Just trust me and Romy to work through this ourselves, please.”

Jenson growled under his breath, but realising that there wasn’t a lot he could really do. It seemed like Romy was either going to end up broken-hearted or in a more serious relationship with Clay that he wanted her to. Fourteen or not, his daughter was going to be at Hogwarts and out of his reach for some time, and so he really didn’t have any chance of protecting her from this completely.

“Jenson… please,” Clay said again when the Beta didn’t say anything. “You know how much I love Romy, please just trust me to take care of her. I mean… as in, look after her, not… erm… you know, take care of her…”

“Fine, fine,” Jenson interrupted quickly, Clay’s rambling forming some mental images that he most definitely did not want to be thinking about. “But if you…”

“Yes, I know,” Clay said with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about your promise to rip out my insides and wear them as a hat. I would do anything to protect Romy, and I wish you would start to believe me when I say that.”

“I do,” Jenson said, and Clay stared at him in shock. “Otherwise you would never have been allowed as much leeway as you have.”

“Well then thanks,” Clay mumbled, not really sure what else he could say to such a thing. He knew how precious Romy was to her father and so he was greatly honoured to have been given such trust. “Erm, we should probably look at the cabinet,” he said as the tension between them started to get awkward.

“Yes, we should,” Jenson said, turning to give his attention to the cabinet that Draco was standing, glaring at. “Help me clear some of this junk from around it, just be careful, some of it looks as if it might be old and valuable,” he added, picking up an old tiara and placing it safely to one side so that he had space to work.

FGHP

Things were not going her way, and with how bad her detention with Umbridge had been, she was in a truly foul mood. Robin had thought that things were going to be so much easier when she was brought into the pack and that she was going to have this magical life away, as the most important person in the life of a large and intimidating Alpha but things had not happened like that. Someone else had that role and she hated Harry for that.

Everything about it was unfair and she wanted to take Harry down a peg or two and the first way to do that was to find out where he and the other pack members were sleeping. They weren’t that smart and they certainly weren’t that powerful, so Robin was sure she would be able to find them.

She had picked a good night for it. Clay had taken to sleeping in the Slytherin dormitories but he was mysteriously absent this evening, as was Draco. She didn’t know why and she didn’t much care. However, without them there, no one challenged her as she left the common room.

Robin only managed to get halfway up the marble staircase before she was caught, luckily for her though it wasn’t by a teacher. The head boy was strangely handsome, though right now he was looking a little irritated at finding her out of bed.

“What are you doing?” Cedric asked as the two met on the staircase, “you do realise that you’re not meant to be out of bed, right?”

“I’m not?” Robin asked, putting on her most simpering air-head tone, trying to make herself look as innocent as possible. “Clay and Draco aren’t in the dormitory either so I thought it was alright. I was only looking for them.”

Cedric sighed, falling for the innocent act hook, line and sinker, and immediately taking pity on the girl. “It’s alright, you weren’t to know. You’re new here right?” he asked and Robin nodded her head with a small smile.

“Yeah,” Robin said with a sigh, “it’s a little… overwhelming.” For extra effect, Robin even starting twirling her hair around her fingers. “People haven’t exactly been very nice to me here.”

“Being friends with Harry will do that,” Cedric said with a small chuckle, “he’s liked, mostly but people tend to be horrible because of what he is…”

“Do you mind what he is?” Robin asked, something clicking in her mind with how Cedric was talking about Harry; it seemed that the head boy was somewhat infatuated with him and she knew just how to play that to her advantage.

“No, I actually rather like him but I don’t think he likes me very much,” Cedric said with an awkward smile. “We should get you back to bed,” he said, suddenly realising that they were stood on the marble staircase after hours.

“Wait,” Robin said, smiling at the head boy, “are you Cedric?” She knew perfectly well who he was; she had been using Cormac for a lot more than just to satisfy her libido, he had been feeding her information and he had told her quite a bit about the history between Cedric and Harry.

“I am,” Cedric said, a little confused that this new girl would know who he was, particularly given she didn’t even know about the curfew. Putting on hand on the small of her back, he started to usher the blonde girl down the stairs and back towards her dormitory, not wanting for her to get into trouble.

“Oh my gosh,” she said, going a little giggly, all put on of course, but Cedric wasn’t to know. “You’re the one that Harry just can’t stop talking about and no wonder; you’re just so handsome.”

“Harry can’t stop talking about me?” Cedric asked with confusion. The last time he had had anything to do with Harry the werewolf had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want anything to do with him.

“You’re all he talks about, but he has to be so careful,” Robin said with a conspiratorial whisper. “Our Alpha has claimed him as his mate and Harry is terrified about going up against him. Fenrir would kill him if he even looked at another man.”

“The two of them seemed more than happy together when I saw them last,” Cedric said sceptically, not willing to just believe her, though it was giving him hope that there might be a future for him and Harry. He did still have many concerns about how Fenrir treated Harry, after all.

“Don’t you see,” Robin said, a little exasperatedly, “Harry has to act that way. But he’s miserable, he’s scared and he’s tired. He hasn’t been eating properly because of all the stress he’s under; I am sure you noticed how thin he has become. We’re all so worried for him,” she added with an exaggeratedly sad sigh. “All he wants is to be with you.”

“What are the two of you doing out of bed?” a booming male voice said a few flights further up the marble staircase, just as Cedric and Robin reached the bottom.

Cedric turned to see who had spoken and grimaced when he saw it was Amycus Carrow, and that the man was making his way down the marble staircase towards them and didn’t look at all pleased to see two students out of bed.

“I found Robin out of bed, she wasn’t aware that it was against the rules, I was just escorting her back to her common room,” Cedric explained.

Amycus looked between Robin and Cedric, a strange glint in his eyes as he glanced over the werewolf. “I suggest you return to your own dormitory Diggory, before you too are in trouble for being out of bed at night. I will take care of Miss Page.”

A little nervously, Cedric looked to Robin; the poor girl looked terrified of the prospect of being alone with this man but he didn’t see how he had any other choice. “Okay,” Cedric said carefully, “I’ll see you tomorrow perhaps,” he said to Robin before giving Amycus a nod of his head and leaving in the direction of the Hufflepuff dormitory.

“This way,” Amycus said with a sickening grin on his face, motioning for Robin to lead the way.

Nervously, Robin turned and walked towards the archway which lead down into the dungeons. She really didn’t want to be alone with the man that, earlier this evening, had used the Cruciatus Curse on her and enjoyed it. With her heart beating almost uncontrollably, Robin began to descend into the dungeons, not knowing what was going to happen. She could feel the presence of the man directly at her rear, making a shiver go down her spine as she reached the bottom of the staircase.

It was dark, cold and there was no one else around. The silence broken only by the sound of their footsteps as the two of them walked down the stone corridor, neither saying a word. The second that she felt a hand on her hip, Robin tried to scream but was cut short by a silencing charm as Amycus grabbed hold of her t-shirt and pushed her forcefully into a nearby classroom, kicking the door closed and locking it with a wave of his wand.

Unable to make any sound, Robin tried to make a run towards the door. Amycus, who was laughing joyously at this point, grabbed her round the waist and threw her back into the room, starting to unbutton his robes.

“I’ve seen how you are,” he said mockingly, “all those boys fawning over you; now it’s my turn to take what I want.” Grabbing hold of the young girl, Amycus forced her to bend over one of the desks, face down, using his wand to summon rope to bind her wrists to the legs of the desk.

Robin kept trying to scream, desperate for someone to hear her and come to her rescue but no sound came out. She struggled desperately against her binds but it was useless, they were too tight and just simply wouldn’t give. By this point, Amycus had lifted up Robin’s skirt and discovered that the teenager wasn’t wearing any knickers, something he found most delightful.

“Such a naughty girl,” he said lustily, running his fingers between her legs, stroking her teasingly as Robin fought harder against the rope binding her to the desk. “You’re going to enjoy this, being the whore that you are,” he said as he went to unbutton his trousers.

Amycus cared very little about Robin or whether she truly enjoyed this or not; he wanted her and was going to have her one way or another. Taking hold of himself, he began to stroke himself so that he was hard; it didn’t take him long, not with a beautiful girl spread out so temptingly before him.

Tears were streaming down Robin’s cheeks as she felt Amycus pressing up against her. She screamed silently as he forced himself inside of her, pain encompassing her whole body as Amycus groaned with pleasure.

FGHP

It was gone four in the morning and finally Jenson stood back to admire his work. He was finished and he was fairly sure that the cabinet was fixed. It had not been as easy as the other one that he had fixed for Narcissa Malfoy but it was done; he could see why Draco had struggled though.

Clay and Draco were sat in silence and had been for the past couple hours, watching as Jenson worked. They were both bored out of their minds but didn’t dare say anything, not wanting to interrupt the work.

“It’s fixed,” Jenson declared, turning to the two teenagers, feeling rather accomplished, the two of them looking up at him in surprise. “But don’t travel through yourself until you can test it thoroughly,” he warned sternly; he trusted his work, but given the problems the cabinet had had, he wanted them to take extra care.

“You are astounding,” Draco said, pushing himself to his feet and looking between the cabinet and the large red-head in awe. He was completely amazed at how fast Jenson has been able to fix it after he had spent months trying to do it himself.

“I am experienced,” Jenson told him. He had spent a good deal of his life studying and learning about rare magical artefacts just like this cabinet and it had only been that level of understanding that had enabled him to repair it. “I would suggest that you not make too regular use of it, regardless, as there is always a chance that the enchantments I have placed upon it will not last under heavy strain.”

“Consider me warned,” Draco said, his attention firmly on the cabinet now, reaching out and running his fingers down the wood; he found great comfort in know that his mother and brother now had a safe, quick escape from the Manor, that would bring them straight to him and the protection of Hogwarts. “I should test it,” he said suddenly, pulling a piece of parchment from the inside of his robes, which contained a missive that he had written earlier, in the hope that this evening would go so well.

“For your Mum?” Clay asked, having come over to join the other two, wanting to see the cabinet in action. Draco nodded in confirmation.

“If she sends a reply, then I will try sending something living through,” Draco said, looking up at Jenson for approval at the suggestion. The Beta wolf nodded once in agreement.

“Put the letter in and then we need to go,” Jenson said firmly. He knew that Draco was eager to test the cabinet but it was almost dawn and he wanted to return to the territory and see his mate.

Clay nodded in agreement, he and Draco had to be up for class in a few hours and they would both need to get a couple of hours sleep before that happened. He really hadn’t thought it would take as long as it had, and he was glad he had told Harry, Romy and Seamus not to wait up. He was probably just going to sleep in Harry’s bed in the Slytherin dorms again anyway.

Draco knew that Jenson was right, even if he didn’t want to admit it; it was likely that he wouldn’t get a reply from his mother until the next day anyway, and so he placed the note in the cabinet before he helped Clay and Jenson put some of the items back around the cabinet so that it blended into its surroundings again. Jenson even put the old tiara back at the top of the cabinet to make sure that it was kept safe as it looked like a family heirloom of great value.

Draco then gave himself a moment to take in the sight of the now working cabinet, which really didn’t look any different from all the previous times he had stared at it, before reluctantly following the two werewolves from the room wishing that he could fetch his mother and brother straight away and go to bed knowing that they were safe.

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