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Three years! Fragmented Soul is now three years old. So Happy Anniversary. We know it has been a while since our last update, but real life has been busy for both of us. Here is a chapter to celebrate!
Chapter 93 - Aggression

Harry, Seamus and Romy were all curious to know how everything had worked out the night before with Jenson and the cabinet. Clay had not returned to the forest classroom to tell them; however, Romy was somewhat glad of this as she would have risked the trip to Ravenclaw just so she didn’t have to be near him.

Although, regardless of her current romantic feelings, she too wanted to know what had happened and whether or not they had been able to repair the vanishing cabinet. Harry had filled Seamus in after Clay had left the night before; he hadn’t seen it being a problem, as the Irish wizard was pack now and therefore family.

As the three of them were about to enter the Great Hall, they were stopped when someone suddenly grabbed hold of Harry's wrist to get his attention. Seamus and Romy were suddenly on full alert, turning and baring their teeth at the rather startled looking Head Boy.

“Sorry,” Cedric said, releasing Harry almost instantly, his fears confirmed, that Harry was indeed trapped and being forced to remain with a man many years older than him. Many things were racing through Cedric’s mind and he wasn’t sure how to organise them at all. All he knew was that he wanted to save Harry.

“What do you want, Cedric?” Harry asked with a sigh, tired of the Head boy’s meddling. He had wanted Cedric to stay away from him but the older teenager seemed incapable and Harry was simply too drained of energy this morning, to feel much anger at this constant irritation.

“I just wanted to say… I know,” he said cryptically, glancing quickly to Romy and Seamus, who had not left Harry’s side, nor had they backed away from the two of them at all. Cedric realised that there was going to be no moment where they could have a private word.

“Know what?” Harry asked tiredly; he was in no mood for guessing games, he just wanted to find Draco and Clay before he had to get to class.

“The truth,” Cedric said, trying to make Harry understand. “You don’t have to hide it any more, I know how you feel and I’m going to protect you; I don’t know how but I’ll find away.”

Harry was now looking at the Head Boy as if he had lost his marbles. He had no idea what Cedric was talking about and, to be honest, he didn’t want the headache of figuring it out. “Great,” Harry said with dry sarcasm, “you do that,” he added before giving Romy a concerned look.

Cedric smiled widely. “I honestly don’t know how you do it, Harry,” he said, “but you won’t have to pretend any more, you don’t have to worry about anything, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

And with that cryptic message, Cedric turned away from the three rather confused werewolves and headed into the Great Hall. Harry had no idea what he had just heard and he didn’t really want to waste the energy figuring it out.

“Do I want to know what that was about?” Seamus asked, looking to Harry for some kind of explanation.

“He can’t still have that ridiculous crush on you, can he?” Romy asked as the three of them headed into the Great Hall themselves, making a beeline for the Slytherin table, which was disappointingly missing Draco and Clay.

“I hope not,” Harry said, though he knew that he would never be that lucky. However, Cedric was a minor problem in the grand scheme of things and Harry easily brushed it to one side, preferring to start architecting his next prank with Seamus while Romy tutted in disapproval.

FGHP

Having been unable to sleep after what had happened the night before, Robin had come down early to breakfast. She had seen Cedric come confidently striding in with a happy smile on his face, shortly followed by three confused werewolves. However, she found only a small amount of joy in this.

Every time someone moved and got close to her she would consciously move to make sure they didn’t touch her. Everything was making her nervous and putting her on edge, and the Great Hall was starting to become far too busy for her liking.

Standing up, wanting to get away from the onslaught of people, Robin collided with Cormac, who instantly put his arms around her waist and kissed her full on the lips. Snarling, Robin dug her nails viciously into his upper arms and forcefully pushed him away when McLaggen pulled back in shock.

“What did you do that for?” he asked indignantly, looking down at his arm where there were small blood stains on his now ripped school jumper.

“You have no right to touch me,” Robin said, trying her very hardest to regain her composure, not wanting anyone to see how vulnerable she actually felt.

“I’m your boyfriend,” Cormac argued, painfully aware that the whole of the Great Hall had fallen silent and was listening to everything that they were saying.

“No, you’re not,” Robin spat at him hatefully. “You’re nothing to me, a pathetic man with a tiny cock who couldn’t satisfy a woman if your life depended on it.” By this point Robin had made herself into marble, impenetrable from anything around her. She refused to show any weakness to anyone, it wasn’t who she was. This was the world in which she had to live, where her parents no longer wanted her, her new family hated her and she had to fight for what she wanted. No one was going to defeat her, no one.

Cormac didn’t respond verbally, instead he raised his fist without thinking and went to punch Robin full in the face; however, just before he could make contact his arm was jerked back and McLaggen was flung halfway across the room. Clayton refused to have anyone hit a woman, even a repulsive one like Robin. She was still part of his pack and therefore it was his duty to defend her.

“You okay?” Clay asked, however he did not get the response that he expected. No sooner had he asked the question, did Robin spit on his face.

“I don’t need you to defend me,” she said with a snarl, “stay the fuck away from me!” With that said, Robin stormed away, past Harry, who had just arrived at the Gryffindor table, shoving him quite forcefully as she passed.

“And you stay the fuck away from her too,” Harry said, his focus on Cormac, who he had seen fighting with Robin from all the way across the Hall. “She might be a bitch, but she is still one of ours, so don’t even think about touching her ever again.”

Unfortunately Harry had not waited to say this until Robin was out of earshot and the angry, hurting young girl turned on her Alpha’s mate with fury. “You are the last person I need to defend me,” she said, squaring up to Harry rather aggressively.

“Well tough shit,” Harry said, standing his ground as Robin approached him. “You are pack, whether you like it or not, and I will defend you, even if it pisses you the fuck off. Now why don’t you go have your little hissy fit elsewhere, so I don’t have to look at your ridiculous face; maybe you can find someone new to bend over for.”

“Fuck you!” Robin exclaimed, slapping Harry across the face and hurrying from the Hall before anyone had a chance to see the tears that were now falling.

“Well that was dramatic,” Harry said quietly, feeling rather stunned as he raised his hand to his cheek, that was warming slightly from where he had been hit.

Robin didn’t break out into a run until she was clear of the Great Hall, she wouldn’t show weakness, she couldn’t. Reaching an empty corridor, she stopped, needing to regain her breath. Collapsing on to the floor, she allowed herself to cry a little, hating how alone and violated she was feeling. She had genuinely liked Cormac and now she had pushed him away. This, however, only made her strengthen her resolve, she needed to make herself stronger so no one could hurt her again.

FGHP

With all the drama over breakfast, they hadn’t had a chance to talk about what had happened with the cabinet, at least not without other students overhearing them. And so, at lunch time, Romy, Seamus, Clay, Harry, Theo and Draco headed out into the school grounds with a selection of foods they had swiped from the Great Hall.

“So Jenson actually fixed it?” Harry asked, when Clay finished telling them about everything that had happened.

“I believe so,” Draco answered. “Though I need to go and check if I have had a response from my mother.” It had been playing on his mind all day but he had decided to go after the end of class, so that he wouldn’t have to hurry anywhere afterwards.

“That’s great news,” Romy said, and the others all nodded in agreement. “Did my Dad have anything to say?” she asked hopefully, feeling a little sad that her father had been so close and yet she hadn’t been able to see him.

“Just that he loved and missed you,” Clay told her, with a crooked smile. “He asked about us,” he added hesitantly, not sure how much he wanted to admit to Romy, but not wanting to hide anything from her either. “He was worried”

“Really?” Romy asked, sounding quite surprised by this. “What did you say? Why would he be worried?”

“I might have accidentally blurted out that you two had a disagreement,” Draco admitted. “Sorry. To be fair, I hadn’t really realised that he was your father.”

“You’re such an idiot, Draco,” Theo said with fond exasperation as they reached a spot under the shade of a large oak and sat down together. “So how much trouble are you in for upsetting his little girl, then, Clay?” he asked.

“Not much, really, I think he could kind of see where I was coming from,” Clay answered, glancing nervously at Romy, knowing that she was not going to like how much Jenson now knew about their relationship and sure enough, she had narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion.

“Maybe you should try actually talking to me about our relationship rather than my dad,” Romy snappily pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest. “I mean, I am starting to believe you when you say nothing really happened with Robin. I mean, I saw how she was this morning, and…”

“Good but I am still going to prove it to you,” Clay said stubbornly, before turning to Harry. “Any chance you could get your hands on some of that truth-telling potion.”

“Veritaserum?” Harry asked in surprise and both Clay and Romy nodded. “I mean, it would take ages to make some, at least a month, but I could see if I could talk Slughorn into giving me some,” he told them with a shrug of his shoulders.

“That man is disturbingly besotted with you,” Draco said, scrunching up his nose.

“Will you at least come back to the forest room until Harry can get the potion?” Romy asked Clay, not wanting to dwell on the topic of Slughorn. “It doesn’t feel right not having you there.”

“Romy is right,” Harry said, “you need to come back to the forest room. You belong with us.” Harry didn’t like them separated like this, having Clayton sleeping away from them when they were already away from the pack did not sit comfortably with him. He also knew that Romy had been struggling to sleep without her mate close by; Harry was all too aware that it took a while to get used to it.

“I only want to be there if you’re sure,” Clayton said, looking to Romy, needing her to tell him that he was welcome to return. He had done nothing wrong, but neither had Romy, it was a difference of opinion and both were upset with the other for their own reasons but Clay still refused to go back to the forest room until she agreed that it was okay for him to do so.

“I’m sure,” Romy returned; the space between the two of them had done them both some good, if for no other reason than to allow their tempers to cool a little, but it was time that he came back.

Clay couldn’t have been happier at her answer but refrained from doing anything that might have appeared to be too much too soon. He thought that he and Romy might have these issues a number of times along the road but he was determined that they were going to make it work in the long run. He had missed her terribly when he had slept in the Slytherin dormitories, away from the rest of his pack siblings but he had at least known that they were safe in the warded room and in the presence of another dominant, who was capable enough to protect them.

“You know that I love you,” Clay said, reaching over for Romy’s hand, wanting to feel some contact with her, even something as simple as this. A little embarrassed by the loud and public declaration, Romy felt her cheeks go scarlet but she nodded and repeated the affirmation of affection.

FGHP

Despite it being the middle of the day, Callie was lying down in her bed, Jenson sat close to her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. She was having a really rough day, and even though she and Jenson had argued just the day before, and had even slept apart, she was glad to have him close now. It probably had been for the best, sleeping separately, given Jenson’s middle of the night trip to Hogwarts, as her sleep had been disturbed enough without her mate coming and going.

Despite the anti-nausea potion Harry had made her, her stomach ached and she felt nauseous from the top of her head to the tips of her toes; she hadn’t been able to bear the idea of eating anything, let alone cooking, and so Tessie had thankfully taken over for the time being.

“How are you feeling, love?” Jenson asked, quietly, and Callie’s eyes drifted open enough to give him a look that said it all. “That bad?” he asked rhetorically, sighing sadly. He hated not being able to do anything to help her through this. From the look Damon was giving the pair of them from a short distance away, her brother didn’t like it any better.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to catch up on some sleep,” Callie told him as her eyes slid closed again and she took slow, deep breath trying to persuade her body to stop torturing her.

“We could take you to see a healer?” Jenson offered a little hesitantly, not wanting to upset his mate again, or make it sound like he was going to force her into it.

Callie huffed out a short laugh, dismissing the suggestion. “What are they going to tell me, that I’m pregnant? I had figured that much out already.”

“They might be able to suggest a different potion?” Damon said, having come over to stand next to where his sister way lying. “Just an idea,” he added quickly, when she opened one eye enough to half-heartedly glare at him; she just didn’t have the energy for anything more than that, and trusted that he would get the message.

“We just don’t like seeing you suffer,” Jenson explained, though he was sure that Callie already understood that perfectly well for herself. Truthfully he thought that she was probably right and that there would be nothing that any healer would be able to do to help her through this. He just hoped that as the pregnancy progressed these symptoms would fade.

“I know,” Callie said, her eyes closed once again as she did her best to will away the pain. “Tell me about the pups,” she requested of her mate, pressing her aching head into his palm for comfort. “How did they seem?”

“I only saw Clay,” Jenson told her, as Damon sat down at Callie’s side, and started massaging her hand. “He was okay,” he assured them, “but it seemed that Clay and Romy have had a… disagreement.”

“Over what?” Callie asked, frowning a little, she was truly rooting for Romy and Clayton to make it, she thought that the idea of the two of them was adorably cute, especially after Clayton had taken so much time to woo Romy.

At the question Jenson flushed scarlet, half regretting bringing it up. He sighed, knowing that at least this subject of conversation was one that would distract his sickly mate and for that reason and that reason only, he persevered.

“It seems that…” Jenson paused for a moment, knowing that he needed to pick his words carefully. Damon was already holding back a snigger, thinking that he already had a pretty good idea what the Beta wolf was about to say. “Romy…” Jenson began again but words once again failed him.

“Romy what?” Callie asked, a little concerned now. It wasn’t often that her mate found it hard to express himself, the fact that he simply couldn’t made her worry a little. Though if it was anything to do with what Romy had spoken to her about then she wasn’t surprised.

“Clayton said no when Romy wanted to… go further,” the Beta wolf said, his cheeks having gone a bright beetroot-red at this point. Damon lost control of himself at that moment and burst out laughing, only stopping when Callie, from where she remained lying down, gave him a sharp swat to the side.

“Ah,” Callie said, feeling a little more at ease, “Romy did talk to me about this the last time they were here. I shouldn’t worry, love, they are both sensible and when the time is right…”

“Stop,” Jenson said at once, “please don’t. I don’t want to think about our little Romy doing anything like that.”

“You think it’s any easier for me?” Damon asked, still smiling a little to himself. “Just because Clay’s male doesn’t mean that I don’t worry. I’ve raised that boy since he was toddling around, chewing on anything that he could put in his mouth. Despite his flaws, he’s a good kid and he’ll look after Romy just as well as you could.”

“Yeah,” Jenson reluctantly admitted, “I am starting to see that. He has… grown up. A lot.” He was getting more accustomed to the idea that Clayton and Romy were going to be together, whether he liked it or not. He just didn’t want to think of them being together sexually just yet, not when Romy was still so young. The two of them had the rest of their lives for things like that, he just wanted them to enjoy being teenagers before they jumped into anything more serious.

FGHP

Narcissa bobbed around the room that she and Brax shared with her six-month old son in her arms; he had been a bit whiny earlier that evening but was now finally asleep. She had wanted to give him a bit longer before she tried putting him in his cot, fearful that he would just wake up once more.

It had been one of those days where she felt like she hadn’t had two minutes to herself. Brax was on the verge of crawling, even though he hadn’t managed it quite yet, but he was making a grab for everything within reach.

She made soft hushing noises as she moved over to his cot and lowered him into it slowly. Narcissa held her breath as she waited for him to whimper, or cry, or wake up or something, but let it out in one long sigh of relief when his little head lolled to the right and he went right on sleeping.

“Thank Merlin,” she said as she all but collapsed into her rocking chair, closing her eyes for a few minutes as she relished the quiet of the room. That didn’t last long though, and a tapping at the window had her looking up.

She pushed herself to her feet and moved to take the note from a rather plain owl and unfolded it. A smile spread across lips at the sight of Draco’s familiar writing, however it really was just a note and all it said was ‘check the cabinet’. She dropped the note onto her bed and moved over to the cabinet, and when it was pulled open, she found a letter inside.

“You actually did it, my Dragon,” she chuckled quietly, her heart swelling with pride as she hurriedly picked it up and headed back over to her rocking chair. She was so proud of her older son, and now she and Brax had an escape, even if they couldn’t use it yet, not without putting Draco in more danger.

A sound out in the Hallway had her hurriedly stuffing both notes under the mattress of Brax’s cot, knowing that Lucius would never think to look there; her husband seemed very skilled at ignoring everything to do with their younger son. By the time that the door opened, she was stood innocently next to her son’s cot, brushing a hand over his white blond hair.

As the door slammed shut, she turned to glare at her husband, who was stood just inside the room. He had a malicious glint in his eye that put Narcissa’s guard up.

“You can’t hear it behind your precious wards,” Lucius said, taking leisurely steps towards his wife, “but your sister screams like a whore, and all in service of our Lord. That’s runs in the family, though, doesn’t it,” he added as he reached out for her, his fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“Not here, Lucius,” Narcissa said pleadingly, as she put herself between her husband and son. She was determined that she would protect her children from their father in every way that she could. “I’ll go with you, but just not here,” she bargained.

Lucius laughed cruelly. He was already hard from the sounds of Bellatrix screaming, which were reverberating around the manor; he wouldn’t be bargaining with his wife this evening. He cared very little for the fact his son was in the room, in fact he found it to be the perfect opportunity to show his wife who was in charge.

With a harsh sneer, Lucius backhanded Narcissa across the face with such force she was left momentarily dazed, and before she could put up a fight, her nightgown had been torn open and she had been turned so that she was bent over Brax’s crib.

“Please, don’t” Narcissa whimpered, not wanting for her son to see this, because even at six months old she didn’t want the young child to witness such violence. Lucius, however, simply laughed and thrust himself inside of her as Brax began to cry.

FGHP

Harry had decided that they should make the most of their free morning on Wednesday to try and get hold of the Veritaserum that Romy and Clay had requested. Clay on the other hand had suggested that they should make the most of their free morning by pranking the school. It had been Seamus’ brilliant idea that they could do both and give Harry an alibi for the troublemaking for once. Sadly, Romy had Care of Magical Creatures all morning but she left them to their conspiring after breakfast, with a fond shake of her head.

“So if we start with the bathrooms on the upper floors and work out way down…” Clay said, mulling it over.

“Then we are likely to reach more of them before someone notices,” Seamus said, and Harry nodded his head in agreement. “But we have to make sure that Harry is with Slughorn before we start,” he added.

“So you should go,” Clay said, gesturing for his pack brother to go find the potions master. “I have the map, so I’ll know when you’ve found him.”

“I’m going, I’m going,” Harry said with a laugh, enjoying his friend’s enthusiasm. He was a little sorry he wouldn’t get to join in the pranking but it would be worth it, he was sure, and there was no way he could get into trouble for it either. With a wave to his pack brothers as they headed in the other direction, Harry headed towards the potions classroom.

As he reached the door he could hear that there were students in the classroom, but it sounded more like general chatter than Slughorn lecturing, so he knocked and quickly opened the door.

A room full of third year Slytherins and Gryffindors turned to look at him, clearly surprised at the interruption to their class. And the sudden drop in chatter in the room caught Slughorn’s attention at the front of the room, and he too turned towards the door.

“Harry!” Slughorn said enthusiastically. “Come, come,” he called out, gesturing him forward. “Back to work everyone,” he instructed, and slowly the third years went back to their potions as Harry made his way to the front of the room, glancing into one of the cauldrons on the way past.

“Girding potion?” Harry said, as he reached the potions master, just as Harry had intended, Slughorn looked pleased at him so easily recognising what they were brewing. “I am sure someone will forget the second lot of toasted dragonfly thorax,” he added with a crooked smile.

“Someone always does,” Slughorn agreed with an amused chuckle. “But what can I do for you, my boy?”

“Oh, well I know it is technically a restricted potion, but I was really hoping that you might be able to give me some Veritaserum,” Harry said sweetly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as though he feared being overheard by the other students in the room. “I was really hoping to investigate some of its properties.”

“Well, for you, I am sure I can spare a little,” Slughorn said, his hands on his portly belly as he let out a joyful laugh. “As long as we keep this between us, Harry. Don’t want you getting me into trouble now,” he added, laughing again. “Though, couldn’t you make some yourself? Wouldn’t it be a wonderful challenge?”

“Of course, sir,” Harry said enthusiastically. “I would love to try at some point, but I doubt I could make it as perfectly as you, and I would like to be sure my tests were done using the highest quality potions.”

“Ahh,” Slughorn said, puffing his chest out at the praise, as he led Harry over towards his personal storage cupboard. “You do make an excellent point, my boy. Maybe you can brew some another time.”

“Another time,” Harry agreed, as he watched the potions master dig around in the cupboard for the potion he had requested. He was actually happy for Slughorn to take his time, wanting to give Clay and Seamus lots of time to get around the school. “This is very good of you, sir.”

Slughorn paused in his search, to flash Harry a grin. “Always happy to help my favourite student,” he declared before going back to digging through the numerous phials. It was several minutes before the potions master made a noise of success and came out, holding a small bottle of clear liquid in his hand.

“Is that it?” Harry asked, forcing a look of awe onto his face as Slughorn handed it over, and Harry cradled it carefully in his hands. “It really does look just like water,” he commented. “I feel I should repay you. Maybe I could help supervise this class?” he offered as he slipped the potion safely into the pocket of his robes, thinking that it really had been far too easy getting the potion because it hadn’t taken half as long as he had expected.

Slughorn laughed joyfully once more. “Delightful,” he declared, clapping his hands together. “What a wonderful idea. Class! Mr Prince, one of our best students, has agreed to help today.”

FGHP

Harry was rather surprised to find himself genuinely enjoying helping the third year students. A few of the Gryffindors had been reluctant to accept his help initially, but when he had managed to stop Delemza Robins from ruining her potion not once, but twice in the space of ten minutes, he earned their begrudging respect.

“Astoria, watch how long you are heating that, it is already turning blue,” Harry warned, and the brunette quickly stopped her conversation with the girl next to her to peer into her cauldron before hurriedly reducing the flame beneath it.

“Thanks, Harry,” she said, before focusing on selecting the flying seahorses that needed to be added next. However, she was quickly distracted, along with the rest of the class, by the sounds of shouts from out in the corridor.

“Should we maybe see what’s going on, sir?” Harry suggested when Slughorn continued to ignore the commotion that was going on just outside the room.

“Yes, yes,” Slughorn mumbled, sounding reluctant, but pushing himself up from his chair. “I suppose you’re right.” And Harry followed the teacher as he headed for the door, under the watchful gaze of the class.

“Derek, don’t let that potion boil over,” Harry commented as he passed and that seemed to be enough to remind the students that they had potions to be brewing. Though some were still clearly more interested in what was going on outside, than what was happening in their cauldrons.

Out in the corridor Harry was rather pleased to find a particularly agitated Umbridge, flagged by both of the Carrow siblings, both of whom were looking lost as for what to do.

“Goodness,” Slughorn exclaimed, as he spotted the mass of bubbles that was escaping from the nearby bathroom, out into the corridor. “What happened here?” he asked, drawing the High Inquisitors attention towards them.

“Mr Prince!” Umbridge squeaked indignantly. “I should have known that you would be found at the scene of the crime. How DARE you disrespect school property like this. You will…”

“Madam Umbridge,” Slughorn interrupted. “I am sorry to say you have the wrong student. Mr Prince has spent the last hour helping me teach my third year class,” he told her smugly.

Umbridge gaped at him, before her face became pinched, her eyes narrowing to angry slits. Clearly she didn’t believe the alibi that Slughorn was giving Harry, but given he apparently had a whole class full of witnesses, she couldn’t dispute it.

“I wish you the best of luck in finding the guilty party,” Harry said, giving her a sweet smile. “I would offer to help you clear this up, but well I have already volunteered so much of my time today, and I do have homework to get done too,” he added with false sympathy before turning to leave.

Harry was not able to make the quick getaway that he had hoped for, however. No sooner had he rounded the corner, thinking he had managed to get away, did a large hand grab him, forcing him up against a wall as he stared up into the eyes of a rather angry Amycus Carrow.

“Umbridge sending her lackies to do things she can’t?” Harry taunted with a sneer, not even a little afraid of this man. Whatever this deatheater could throw at him, Harry was confident he could defend.

“You should be careful, Prince,” Amycus sneered at him, pointing his wand directly at Harry’s throat, his other hand going to grab Harry’s crotch, “it didn’t take much to knock the blond bimbo wolf down a peg or two yesterday. She was delightful. I’d more than happily do the same to you, or maybe to that little girl that follows you around. I wonder how much of a struggle little Miss Howard would put up, how much she would scream for me to stop.”

“You lay one fucking finger on her and I will slit your throat,” Harry snarled out, pushing the hand between his legs away, still trying to process the implication of Amycus’ words. He could hardly believe that this man might have actually attacked Robin, maybe even raped her; he suddenly felt sick as he remembered the words he had viciously thrown at her the morning before.

Amycus chuckled, clearly not any more scared of Harry, than Harry was of him. Though the man did release his hold on him, taking a step back and smirking at the way Harry had to scramble to get his footing. “Play nice, little wolf,” Amycus warned, “or else you might get something much more painful than a detention.”

“Fuck you,” Harry growled out, his fists clenched at his sides, his wand held tightly in one of them. He didn’t fear what this man would do to him, but he couldn’t help but worry what might happen if this man got Romy alone, or even Robin again. “Stay away from my pack, or else it might be you or your sister who regret it,” he warned, raising his wand and pointing at Amycus’ chest.

“You really intending to actually cast a spell on me?” Amycus asked tauntingly, sounding completely confident that Harry would do no such thing.

Harry seriously considered that for moment, flashing the bigger man a smirk before pulling his wand arm back just enough to lull Amycus into a false sense of security. The moment that he saw the man relax fractionally though, he swung his fist, deliberately catching the man in the nose. There was a very satisfying crunch of it breaking, as the larger man cried out in shocked pain.

“You little shit!” Amycus exclaimed angrily, cupping his nose, blood trickling down his face.

“Stay away from my family or I will break something worse than your nose,” Harry snarled, before storming away, wanting to put as much distance between himself and Umbridge’s evil shadow.

FGHP

Robin was feeling angry at the world; it wasn’t the first time that she had felt this way but it really did feel like the world was against her at the moment. The complete lack of sleep she had had the night before was doing nothing to improve her tolerance of people. She certainly didn’t want to have to deal with Ron Weasley when the Gryffindor stepped out in front of her on the way to Transfiguration.

“What do you want, Weasley?” she asked snappishly, crossing her arms over her chest and forcing herself not to step away from him, even though his close proximity made her uncomfortable.

“Heard you are joining us for Transfiguration again today,” Ron said, looking and sounding very smug about this. “Are you really that bad at it that you have to join the year below?” he added tauntingly and Robin snarled at him through clenched teeth.

“What the fuck do you want?” she asked again, growing angry now. It was bad enough that she was having to attend the fifth year practical Transfiguration lessons at all, without have it rubbed in her face by disgusting little ginger Gryffindors.

“Oh, just wondering if you would be interested in putting Prince in his place?” Ron said dismissively.

Robin stopped at this, the notion rather intriguing to her. Harry’s words at breakfast the day before wouldn’t leave her alone, kept playing over in her head and she was definitely interested in putting the little Alpha mate in his place. “I’m listening,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”

“This,” Ron said, withdrawing a small drawstring bag from inside his robes, and opening it enough for her to peer inside. “I wouldn’t get too close if I was you,” he added with amusement, “I hear that your kind don’t react well to aconite.”

Robin pulled back quickly, looking at the Gryffindor in surprise. “Wolfsbane,” she said in little more than a whisper. She might not be a potions or herbology expert but she knew enough to know that this particular plant was seriously harmful to werewolves, and was the key ingredient in the potion that shared the same name.

“Exactly,” Ron said smugly, tucking the bag back into his robes for safe keeping. “I was just thinking how unfortunate it would be if Prince was to end up with some of this on his robes or belongings.”

“Tragic,” Robin agreed sarcastically, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Count me in.”

FGHP

The fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins were trying to put into practice all they had learned about the Inanimatus Conjurus Spell. It was one of the more advanced Transfiguration spells that they were required to learn for the OWLs. As such the classroom was loud and bustling as they all tried to make it work, with varying degrees of success.

“I just can’t make it work,” Clay grumbled as Harry demonstrated it again, conjuring a plate.

“It is hard,” Harry agreed, shrugging off his robes; this intensive use of magic really took it out of him and he felt like he had just run several miles. Though he smiled when Seamus tried again and conjured a ball. “Nice,” he praised as he dropped his robes next to his bag and went back to his two pack brothers. “Got balls on the brain, Seamus?” he teased.

“Only my own,” Seamus retorted with a grin.

Harry had just raised his wand to try again when Robin barged past him, deliberately knocking their shoulders. “Show off,” she snarled, without even turning to look at him.

Harry decided to ignore her; he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what Amycus Carrow had said that morning. He still hated Robin, but he definitely felt sorry for her too. No one deserved that, and so he was trying to give her a little leeway. Though he was determined that he would make time to talk to her as soon as he could, even if he had no idea what he was going to say.

“You alright, Harry?” Clay asked. It hadn’t looked like Robin had done anything more than nudge Harry but his friend seemed to have gone into something of a trance and he was momentarily worried that Robin might have actually done something to him.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Harry mumbled, before realising who was talking to him, and he gave his best friend a smile. “I’m fine, just thinking.”

“That could be dangerous,” Clay retorted with a cheeky grin, and Harry laughed in response.

“Only for you, you twit,” Harry bit back playfully, giving Clay a shove before they both went back to practicing the spell.

FGHP

“Jaylon,” Lukas said, as he came over to the teenager, a couple of books in his hands. “I brought a few more books back, this one’s for you,” he said, handing the top one over, resting his hand on top of the other book he had. “I brought this one for Aspen; he mentioned that he liked reading. I’m in a bit of a rush to get to work though, so can you do me a favour and take this to him?” he requested, handing the other book over to the timid teenager. Jaylon had been growing in confidence recently and Lukas was keen to encourage that.

“Umm, sure,” Jaylon returned as he accepted the second book. He looked over to where Aspen was, watching as Aiden and Dean sparred a little, clearly keeping themselves in shape as well as letting out some tension. Jaylon could also see Rosie sat in one of the trees nearby; she had managed to get some contraband liquid past Fenrir and was enjoying it out of sight of most of the pack.

Lukas had barely waited for a reply before he had left the clearing, trusting Jaylon to fulfil his task. He had known full well where Aspen had been sat and he thought that it was rather sweet that Jaylon had taken a fancy to the two new dominants. With his own new found happiness, Lukas wanted to encourage others to find theirs.

Jaylon took a deep breath, looking down at the book clasped tightly in both hands, wondering if he had the courage to go over to them or not. Aiden and Dean had held his fascination since they had arrived, there was a strange pulling sensation wanting him to be near them all the time and it was taking a lot of effort to fight it.

“Are you okay?” Tessie asked Jaylon, slightly concerned by the way that he was just stood there. She had taken over the majority of the cooking now, knowing how important it was for Callie to rest.

Jaylon nodded, feeling determined to do as he was told and deliver the book to Aspen as Lukas had instructed him to. “I’ll be back in a minute to help you,” he told her and she nodded, smiling fondly at the teenager as he headed over towards Aiden, Dean and Aspen.

“Hello,” Aspen greeted as Jaylon came to stand next to him, before going back to watching the other two men. Jaylon too turned his eyes to Aiden and Dean, trying to ignore the flush that he felt rise to his cheeks as he watched.

“I… erm… have a book for you,” Jaylon said, holding it out to Aspen, who turned to look at him with a mildly surprised expression. “It’s from Lukas. He likes to lend his books to us sometimes, and he thought you might like this one.”

“That was very considerate of him,” Aspen said with a nod of his head, as he took the book. “I shall give him my thanks when he returns,” he added, and the two of them quietly went back to watching Aiden and Dean. However, they were distracted after only a few minutes, when there was an alarmed shout from across the clearing.

“Rosie!” Aspen shouted, spotting her now at the bottom of the tree she had been sitting in, and he hurried over towards her; Jenson, Callie and Fenrir were also heading in that direction as well, wanting to make sure that the fourteen-year-old hadn’t done herself a serious injury when she fell.

This did mean, however, that Jaylon suddenly found himself more or less alone with the two half-dressed and very sweaty dominants. Aiden and Dean had stopped their sparring as soon as they realised that something was going on. Both of them, without making a conscious decision to do so, gravitated toward Jaylon, their instincts telling them to protect him.

“Are you okay?” Aiden asked Jaylon, seeing how anxious the teenager was looking. Jaylon just nodded his head quickly, words failing him. He felt conflicted, both safe and on the verge of panic with being this close to the two large and domineering men. “You sure?” Aiden asked sceptically, not at all convinced.

“Back off, the pair of you,” Tessie said, having hurried over when she spotted Jaylon’s expression.

“No, it’s okay, they can stay,” Jaylon told her, rather surprising himself with his own words. “I’m sure,” he said quietly with a chuckle before Tessie could ask.

“Why don’t we go and sit, the four of us,” Tessie suggested, thinking that it was for the best that they stay out of the way. From the commotion where Rosie had fallen from the tree, it seemed that the Alpha was fairly angry. It was apparent that Rosie had been drinking and that was what had caused her fall and he wasn’t happy about it.

Jaylon nodded his head in agreement, sticking close to Aiden as the four of them moved over towards the fire, trying to do their best to ignore Fenrir’s loud ranting across the clearing. Jaylon didn’t like the shouting and it was nice to be lead away by two of the packs protective dominants and not to mention his adoptive mother.

“Shall I make tea?” Tessie asked, watching fondly as Jaylon took a seat, Aiden and Dean starting to form a circle with the teenager included, leaving space for her to join them too.

“That sounds good,” Aiden said when it seemed that neither Dean or Jaylon knew what to say, thinking that it would make the mildly awkward moment a bit more comfortable. Jaylon too nodded his agreement to the suggestion.

“So…” Tessie said, as she went about setting up the kettle to boil some water on the fire, “how are the two of you settling in?”

“I’m finding it easier than Dean,” Aiden said, speaking plainly in front of his cousin, knowing that she would understand. He also wanted to encourage his mate to open up to the pack a little more, thinking it might make things a bit easier for everyone.

“Yes,” Tessie said with a nod as she readied four mugs for tea, “I’m aware of your indiscretions in the past,” she said to Dean, looking at him with a small ounce of pity. She was a little scared of him if she were honest, knowing what he had done to people that she cared about.

“You make it sound so mild,” Dean said with a snort of disbelief. He was more than happy not to discuss what he had done in his past with Jaylon there, he found himself not wanting the sixteen-year-old submissive to know that side of him. Sitting this close to Jaylon, spending time in his company and it was difficult for Dean to maintain that there wasn’t some kind of attraction between the three of them.

“I think the past should be left in the past,” Tessie said with a small smile to her cousin’s mate as she handed out the mugs of tea. She wasn’t sure why Aiden had taken a liking to this man but then again there was no rhyme or reason to her attraction to Remus either and she couldn’t deny that she had found the dominant she was meant to be with.

“Speaking of the past,” Aiden said, taking a sip of the scalding liquid, “is there any news on Jilly?” He was scared for his cousin; they had broken the agreement they had with Voldemort to keep her alive.

“Fenrir has agreed to find her and bring her here,” Tessie said with a sigh. She was always worrying about her sister and it did seem that finding her had taken somewhat of a back seat recently. Not that this was surprising with so much going on but it was now imperative that they make every effort to track her down.

“But he hasn’t yet?” Aiden asked, a little sorry that there was one member of their pack still remaining out there, in pain and confined. He was going to have to talk to the Alpha about finding her and getting her help before too much more time passed. There was no telling what Voldemort would do to Jilly if he found out about their betrayal.

“There have been a number of time constraints on the Alpha and other problems that have come up,” Tessie said sadly. She too was concerned over the fate of her sister; Jilly was running out of time, if she wasn’t already dead. Tessie doubted very much that Voldemort would have taken the time to tell them if she had died in his captivity.

“Maybe we should ask Fenrir,” Jaylon suggested. Nothing scared the teenager more than the thought of talking to the large, intimidating Alpha wolf, however, with Dean and Aiden beside him, Jaylon thought that he could achieve anything.

“Yes,” Aiden said, giving Jaylon a small smile of agreement, “I think that would be a good idea,” he added, putting one hand down on the ground close to Jaylon’s stretching his smallest finger out to touch the teenager’s. Aiden thought it adorably sweet when Jaylon blushed scarlet at the touch, suddenly becoming rather fixated on the grass.

“Perhaps when he is less pre-occupied,” Tessie said with a small smile, not failing to notice what had just passed between Aiden and Jaylon. “You’ve been very quiet, Dean. Are you okay?”

“Aiden told me what had happened to your family,” Dean said rather pensively, “I did not realise that you still had family left alive or that Voldemort was keeping one of them captive.”

Yes,” Aiden said sadly, it hadn’t been something he ever wanted to talk about, not when he had known that there was nothing that he or Dean could do about it. “It was why Tessie and I were put into Gideon’s pack and the reason that we stayed. It wasn’t because we wanted to,” Aiden explained, “but now we’re worried that because we broke our end of the agreement, Voldemort is going to kill her; she’s only nineteen.”

“I don’t know if it helps or not,” Dean said, trying not to sound overly excited, thinking that what he had to say could change everything for Aiden and Tessie, “but I know for a fact that Voldemort has at least two werewolves in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. Gideon told me that they use them to turn new recruits but one of them was a female submissive.”

“You’re sure?” Tessie asked, suddenly feeling rather grateful that Fenrir had allowed Dean into their pack.

“I have no way of knowing if it is the woman that you’re looking for, Jilly, but there would be very few places that she could be kept, especially on full moons,” Dean said, happy to know that he was actually helping for once.

“It’s worth a try,” Aiden said, leaning over to Dean and placing a kiss on his cheek. “I knew that there was a reason why I loved you,” he said before realising what it was that he had said and recoiling back slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

“You’ve never said that to me before,” Dean said, feeling a little taken aback by what he had just heard his mate say. It was not an admission that he had ever expected anyone to say to him.

Jaylon was looking sad though, something that Tessie noticed at once, opening her arms to him and encouraging him to come and lean on her, which he did at once. Aiden looked a little confused by Jaylon’s retreat but for the moment, his focus was on Dean, who was staring at him in awe.

“Yeah, well I assumed you knew,” Aiden said with a wry smile. “It wasn’t something I really wanted to say with Gideon’s merry gang of thugs around, but… you knew, right?”

“You’re rambling, sweetie,” Tessie said, sounding and looking very amused by her cousin’s inarticulacy.

“I strongly suspected,” Dean said, looking rather smug with the turn in the conversation. “And I… well I love you too,” he added quietly, obviously not really comfortable saying so in front of Tessie and Jaylon, but not wanting Aiden to think that the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Excuse me,” Jaylon said rather suddenly, removing himself from Tessie’s side and moving himself to where he usually slept, grabbing the book from Lukas that he had discarded earlier and started to read.

“Did we say something wrong?” Aiden asked, feeling awful that Jaylon had felt as if he needed to leave.

Tessie couldn’t help but laugh. “You two can be such fools,” she said, smiling fondly at the two of them. “He likes you both,” she explained, “and he doesn’t understand that the two of you loving each other can include him too.”

“He likes us?” Dean asked, finding himself a little surprised that the pull he and Aiden were feeling toward the sixteen-year-old was actually reciprocated.

“Yes,” Tessie said with a sigh, “but be careful; he has been through a lot and I don’t think he’s ready for anything full-on with the two of you just yet. Take it slowly but I do think he is the one who is meant to complete your mateship.”

“How can you be so sure?” Aiden asked, not sure how his cousin could know for certain and he didn’t want to get his hopes up if she was wrong.

“That poor boy can’t speak to most of the dominants here, it has taken him weeks to work up the courage to talk to the smallest of the dominant males,” Tessie told them. “And then you two walk in, large and domineering and yet he can’t keep his eyes off of you. I would say that that is pretty telling.”

“Will you tell us what happened to him?” Dean asked, feeling as if this was an important thing to know, if he, Aiden and Jaylon were to become mated. He didn’t want to put his foot in it and chase the boy away without meaning to.

“I think that is a conversation that you have to have with him,” Tessie insisted, getting to her feet and gathering up their now empty mugs. “When he’s ready,” she added firmly, not wanting them to push Jaylon before then. “I should finish the lunch, otherwise we’re all going to starve. I’ll leave talking Fenrir regarding Jilly to you, Aiden,” Tessie said with a smile, “but maybe wait until things have calmed down.”

Aiden nodded his agreement; he had been given a lot to think about, as had Dean. They were on the verge of getting Jilly back and apparently Jaylon liked them as much as they liked him. It seemed that finally life was starting to come together for him after a long run of bad luck.

FGHP

Unsure about why, Harry was feeling drained by the end of Transfiguration. Physically he was exhausted and he could only assume it was the intensity of the two-hour practical lesson they had just had, but all he wanted was to return to the forest classroom and rest.

“I’m going to go lie down for a bit,” he told Clay and Seamus as they were leaving the Transfiguration classroom, and his pack brother looked him over with concern.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re not actually pregnant are you?” Clay asked with a teasing smirk, but even the glare that Harry tried to give him for that was kind of feeble.

“Fuck off,” Harry grumbled half-heartedly. “I’m just tired,” he explained, not wanting Clay to fret too much on it. Harry’s lack of amusement seemed to be what Clay need to take him seriously though.

“Yeah, you go get some sleep. I’ll bring you some dinner later,” Clay promised, and Harry nodded his head in agreement, knowing it would do no good to argue even if he had no intention of eating anything that Clay brought.

Harry headed off towards the forest room, just trying to remember to put one foot in front of the other, and he barely made it back. He was feeling weak and lightheaded and it was starting to become a little difficult to breath, the effort of walking up so many stairs having stolen the last of his energy.

Harry didn’t even have the strength to reach for his wand and summon a patronus to call for help from his pack siblings before he fell to the floor unconscious.

FGHP

Robin all but stormed out of Transfiguration the moment that class was finished, wanting to get away from… well… pretty much everyone. Though putting some distance between herself and Harry seemed particularly preferable, not least because he had looked ready to throw up and she did not want to see that.

She didn’t have much of an appetite either and so she decided to head in roughly the direction she had seen her pack siblings often going, intending to look for their stupid private room a little more. It was pretty boring work, but an improvement over watching people fawning over Harry during dinner.

Robin kicked her foot against the stone floor of the fourth floor corridor as she walked around kind of vaguely, brewing up ideas of how she could make Harry suffer for taking what was hers. However, she was brought up short when she rounded a corridor and saw Amycus Carrow up ahead.

The man hadn’t noticed her, apparently too busy scaring the crap out of some little kid, and by the time the second year had run away, Robin had steeled herself. She wasn’t going to let him make her run away, she was stronger than that and she was going to prove it, picking up her pace and continuing down the corridor confidently.

She knew the moment that he spotted her though, his ominously amused cackle sounding loud in the otherwise empty corridor, but she stubbornly kept her pace, putting one foot in front of another and pointedly ignoring the fear that was whispering in the back of her mind.

“Mhmm,” Amycus hummed in approval, “keep swinging those hips like that and I might just be tempted to bend you over and have another go.”

Robin, however, said nothing, walking straight past him without even a glance in his direction. She couldn’t help but yelp, however, when he swatted her on the bum. She turned to glare at him angrily, but when he simply grinned at her unrepentantly, she stormed off, her heart still pounding in her chest.

Her heart was racing and her whole body felt tightly wound but now it wasn’t about fear, it was pure rage and anger. It felt as though her blood was boiling and she had no idea where she was going now, only knowing that she couldn’t stand still, she had to keep moving.

“Bastard,” she muttered under her breath as she went, her fists clenched tight at her sides, and she suspected she was growling if the looks of the occasional student she passed were any indication, not that she cared. She didn’t care what any of them thought of her.

Though that wasn’t entirely true, she realised as ducked behind a tapestry, intending to take a shortcut, only to come across Cormac leaning against a wall and laughing with another girl.

“Robin,” he said, straightening himself up, clearly surprised to see her.

“I should go,” the girl said, looking between Robin and Cormac apprehensively. Neither of them commented, or paid her any attention. “I guess I’ll talk to you later,” the girl said, looking at Cormac hopefully, but huffing loudly and stomping off when he still didn’t look her way.

“What do you want, Robin?” Cormac asked impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest. After the humiliation that she had put him through that morning, he really was not in any mood to deal with her drama.

Robin narrowed her eyes, letting them trail down Cormac’s body before looking up to meet his eyes again. Her whole body was thrumming with the need for action, for her to do something, anything, and the arrogant twerp in front of her, who had had the nerve to move onto some little slag so quickly, deserved to be put in his place.

“You, or rather your prick,” Robin stated bluntly as she wrapped her hand around his tie and pushed Cormac back against the wall. “So get hard for me, because we are going to fuck,” she told him, shoving her hand down the front of his trousers and cupping his cock in her hand.

“What the fuck, Robin?” he said, shoving at her shoulders, but her lycanthropy made her strong, and she barely stumbled half a step back, not losing her hold on his groin at all.

“Shut up,” she snarled, her hand moving from his tie to around his neck, before she leaned forward and pressed their chests together and her lips against his, ignoring his protests. She bit down hard on his bottom lip, enough to draw blood and pulled back with a grin when he cried out in the shock of the pain. “Don’t even pretend you don’t want this,” she told him, continuing to stroke his cock. “You’re already half-hard.”

“You’re insane!” Cormac said, fear, anger and a fair amount of confusion on his face. He tried futilely to push her away again, even as she teased his body into an aroused state. “Stop!” he protested.

“I said shut up,” Robin told him, squeezing his cock hard enough to make him wince. “Good boy,” she taunted, as her other hand moved to undo his trousers, shoving them down, until they fell to his ankles.

“You broke up with me,” Cormac pointed out, obviously hesitant to actually fight Robin off while she had such an intimate hold on him. “Let’s at least move this somewhere else,” he suggested hopefully.

Robin, however, just smiled at him, her grin sinister and full of perfect teeth. “Nope,” she said smugly, dismissing the request out of hand, her expression becoming serious in a fraction of a second. “Lie down.”

“Robin…” he said, hoping to make her see reason, but he was definitely feeling nervous now.

“Lie down!” Robin snapped, shoving him hard into the wall he was pressed against, her very limited patience running out. “Now,” she said, tucking her foot behind his ankle and tripped him.

Cormac cried out in shock, and Robin twisted the pair of them so that as he hit the floor, his head slamming against the stones, she landed on top, straddling him. “Play time,” she said gleefully, as she used his moment of disorientation to yank down his boxers and pull out his cock, stroking it more.

“What are you doing?” Cormac asked, his voice trembling slightly due to the dizziness he felt. “Robin… stop…” he said, trying to push her off but she ignored him completely as she batted away his arms with one hand, using the other to line his now hard cock up between her legs.

“Let’s see if you’ll scream for me, sweetheart,” Robin taunted, as she lowered herself onto his length, and Cormac tipped his heart back and let out an involuntary moan. “See, I knew you would enjoy this,” she told him, as she started to roll her hips, oblivious to Cormac’s distress.

FGHP

Cormac tried to catch his breath as he fled. He glanced over his shoulder, but there was no one there and he kept moving, keen to put as much distance as he could between himself and his psychotic ex-girlfriend.

He was still in shock from what had just happened, trying to get his head around it. The humiliation he had felt at breakfast felt like nothing compared to this, in the face of what Robin had just done to him. Trying to calm his racing heart, he paused as he reached a staircase, trying to decide whether or not to go find his friends in the Great Hall.

Not feeling ready to face them, he made up his mind, and headed up the stairs instead of down. He didn’t want to tell anyone about what Robin had done, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with it, and so he went in the direction of the headmaster’s office.

He felt utterly stupid as he reached the entrance to the headmaster’s study. He had allowed a woman to overpower him, his ego had taken a massive hit and he was suddenly unsure if he wanted to report it or not. Robin, however, was out of control and he wanted to make sure that she didn’t do it again to him or to anyone else for that matter. It was then that he realised that he had no idea of the password and in the half an hour that he stood waiting for someone to come along that might let him in, Cormac managed to talk himself out of telling the headmaster and back in again several times.

“Good evening, Mr McLaggan,” Dumbledore said as he stepped out of his office. He was on the way to speak to McGonagall and he hadn’t been expecting to find a student outside of his offices. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“I don’t know,” Cormac said, his eyes fixed certainly on the floor. It was a difficult admission to make but he knew that he had to tell someone; he didn’t want to live with the thoughts of what she had done to him and not tell anyone about it.

“Well, if you have nothing to say,” Dumbledore said a little impatiently, he was a very busy man and he didn’t want to fuss over a student being indecisive if he didn’t have to.

“Actually, Headmaster, I do,” Cormac said nervously. “I just can’t say it here,” he added, looking around the empty corridor. He couldn’t ensure that no one else would overhear him here and he didn’t want anyone else to know. He didn’t really want Dumbledore to know but he wanted Robin to be punished for what she had done. There was no chance that he could remain at Hogwarts knowing that she was here too.

“Then I suppose you had better come into my office,” the headmaster said with a tired sigh. He really didn’t have the time to deal with the trivial matters of the students in his school, however, at this point he didn’t see how he could get out of it.

Albus ushered the sixth year student up the stairs so that the two of them could have some privacy. It seemed that McLaggen would not share whatever it was that he was holding in until they were alone.

“Sit,” Dumbledore instructed rather firmly as he too took a seat, placing himself behind his desk. It was a struggle for him not to check the time with impatience as Cormac nervously took his own seat and began to stare at the floor, twiddling his thumbs together.

“I don’t know how to tell you,” Cormac admitted shyly; he could feel his cheeks going bright red. His head was still throbbing from where he had hit it on the floor earlier and this conversation was doing nothing to lessen that.

“Perhaps start at the beginning,” Dumbledore suggested rather impatiently, trying to force himself into the role of a sympathetic ear. Cormac, however, continued to stare at the floor, looking nervous. The headmaster tapped a finger on his desk as he waited irritably.

“Robin…” Cormac said quietly after a few moments, “Robin Page… she…” That seemed to be all that he could manage though and he fell quiet again. However, the name had definitely caught Dumbledore’s attention.

“It’s alright, Cormac,” the headmaster said, watching the teenager closely, eager for anything that he could use against the werewolves in his school. “Take your time, and just tell me what she has done.”

“She attacked me, behind the troll tapestry on the fourth floor,” Cormac told him, still sounding nervous and hesitant. That in itself told the headmaster that the boy wasn’t telling him everything, because McLaggen was normally irritatingly outspoken in almost all regards.

“I see,” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. “Would you care to elaborate?” he asked after a few moments, knowing that he would need more details if he was going to be able to actually do anything with this information.

“I was just talking, with Jenny Dalton, you know, the Ravenclaw girl…” Cormac said, glancing up at Dumbledore, who nodded curtly, gesturing for him to go on. “Well, Robin and I kind of broke up this morning, and I don’t think she liked that me and Jenny were talking because well…”

“Did she attack Miss Dalton as well?” Dumbledore asked, trying not to sound as hopeful as he was feeling; it would be even easier to dole out a hefty punishment if there was an additional witness.

“No, Jenny left when Robin showed up,” Cormac told him firmly, shaking his head. “Robin was only interested in me,” he added, his eyes dropping back to the floor as he twisted his own hands together.

“I have a feeling that there is something you are avoiding saying,” Dumbledore commented as kindly as he could; it was clear that he was going to have to lure this information out of Cormac.

“She… was kind of pushy,” Cormac told him, not sure how to explain. “She wanted… well, me. But we are broken up, and I… well she didn’t want to hear no,” he said so quietly that the headmaster almost missed it.

Dumbledore actually leaned forward over his desk at that revelation though, feeling honestly surprised and rather shocked. He didn’t like any of the werewolves, but he had never expected any of them to actually rape another student.

“Please correct me if I am wrong, but what it sounds like you are saying to me is that Robin Page forced herself on you,” the headmaster said, and Cormac nodded his head, hands trembling where he held them in his lap. “Would you say that she raped you?” Again, Cormac nodded nervously, feeling positively sick with the thought of that word. The headmaster on the other hand was positively jubilant because now he had a perfectly good excuse to be rid of one of Harry’s horrible pack members.

FGHP

“Where’s Harry?” Romy asked, having just joined Clayton, Seamus and Draco at the Slytherin table. She still wasn’t really in the mood to talk to Clay but she was rather confused by the fact that Harry wasn’t with them and her concern for their Alpha mate was overriding the issues she had with Clay at the moment. Given the promises that Harry had made to Fenrir over his eating, she hadn’t thought that Harry would skip meals, not unless something was seriously wrong.

“He was practically dead on his feet after Transfiguration; he went to rest,” Clay told her, looking rather surprised that she was talking to him at all. However, Romy could tell that he was a little concerned about Harry too. “I was just waiting on you, so we can grab some food and go check on him.”

“He seemed fine at lunch,” Draco said, Romy started to help Clay and Seamus to grab enough food for all four of them to share. “And for most of class too. Though he was really throwing himself into that spell,” he commented, though he didn’t seem convinced that that would be behind Harry’s exhaustion.

“Think it was more than that,” Clay said with a shake of his head before turning to his pack siblings, who now had their arms filled with food. “Come on, let’s go. Harry could be sick and so I want us to stick together. I don’t want to risk us splitting up if he does need help.”

Seamus nodded his agreement, glad that Clay was comfortable taking charge in Harry’s absence. He didn’t feel particularly ready enough to take charge of any situation involving his werewolf nature. The three of them moved quickly through the castle, needing to reach the forest room as quickly as possible.

Letting themselves into the forest room the three pups were shocked to see Harry sprawled on his front in the middle of the room, still fully dressed.

“Harry!” Romy exclaimed, all but throwing herself across the room and onto her knees next to Harry. Clay was moving too, hurrying around to Harry’s other side, and turning his pack brother over onto his back so that he could check Harry over. “Is he…?” she asked in a panic.

“He’s breathing,” Clay said firmly, focusing on that small reassurance, even in the face of Harry’s state. “Come on, Harry, wake up,” he instructed under his breath, as he began pull off Harry’s robe, needing to get it out of the way.

Seamus and Romy both gasped out in shock as Harry’s forearms were revealed, showing the extensive burns that they seemed to have suffered. Clay too looked alarmed, and swept Harry up into his arms, determined to get him some help right now, because he was feeling so far out of his depth.

“What in Merlin’s name happened?” Seamus asked, as he started to follow Clay out of the room. He paused for a moment, however, when Romy grabbed Harry’s robes from the ground on the way past, bundling them up carefully.

“Poison,” Romy said as the two of the hurried after Clay, who was already half way down the corridor and they had to jog to catch up. Romy had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly what was causing Harry’s sickness and it made her sick to her stomach; Harry looked so small and fragile in Clay’s arms, and it scared her.

She didn’t dare mention that her own hands were starting to burn as she held Harry’s robes in her hands, it only confirmed her suspicions. They would need the proof of poison so that they could find out who had done it, though there were two main suspects that came to mind.

FGHP

Robin wasn’t sure what to do with herself. After Cormac had run away from her, she had been unable to hold back the tears and she had sobbed hysterically for several minutes before she had been able to get a hold on herself. Now though, she had realised the futility of such emotions. Never again was she going to let herself be weak enough to give in to such pathetic feelings. And so she had gathered herself, got to her feet and straightened her clothing.

She was glad to find the fourth floor girl’s bathroom completely empty and so headed straight over to one of the sinks, looking into the mirror above it. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her cheeks flushed, but she started by straightening the ruffled mess that was her hair, before splashing some water on her face.

She gripped the edge of the sink to stop her hands from trembling. She didn’t feel better after what she had done to Cormac, but for at least a moment it had made her forget about Amycus and what he had done. She hated what she had become since joining the pack and Robin was also starting to resent the pack that she had been forced to be a part of, wishing that she could have just stayed with her parents but even they didn’t want her any more.

Swallowing the urge to scream at her reflection in the mirror, Robin started making plans; she wouldn’t be this pathetic any longer. She was starting to put plans into place to get rid of Harry, with the help of Ron, of course. The next step was to make sure that there would be no unwanted repercussions from what had happened with Amycus and then eventually she would be able to make her claim on the position of Alpha’s mate, it didn’t even have to be in Fenrir’s pack, she wasn’t fussy, but she had a long way to go until then.

Pushing away from the sink she strode out of the bathroom, heading towards the medical wing, intending to ask Madam Pomfrey for a few supplies; a bruise salve would erase the physical reminders of what was done to her and she would also be able to get an anti-pregnancy potion to make a start on her plans. Then she would find Ron and see what other great ideas he had to make Harry suffer.

Robin, however, never made it to the hospital wing. Dumbledore caught up with her shortly after she left the bathroom. “What do you want, old man?” Robin snapped, really not in the mood to be dealing with the headmaster.

“I want you to come with me,” Dumbledore said firmly, ignoring her belligerent response, far too happy to care, not when he was about to expel the girl from his school.

“No,” Robin said flippantly, “I need to go to the hospital wing,” she added, turning her back on the headmaster and continuing on her way. The last thing she wanted was to not get the potion; the bruises would fade in time even if she didn’t get the salve but if she was pregnant, that was slightly more complicated.

“Miss Page, I am escorting you to my office where I will be expelling you for the rape of a fellow student.” It was very difficult for Albus to keep the joy out of his voice as he said this but he knew that he couldn’t appear to be overly excited about the prospect, nor to be relishing the suffering of a student; it was a terrible business after all and he did feel sorry for Cormac, but it was a perfect excuse to cause some trouble for Harry and his pack of freaks.

“What?” Robin asked, stopping and turning to face the old man, looking at him as if he had grown an extra head. “You’re joking, right?”

“I most certainly am not,” the headmaster returned rather snappishly. “Now, will you come with me willingly or am I going to have to use force?”

“But I didn’t…” Robin said at once, a sinking feeling in her gut as she thought back on what had happened. She was beautiful, every man wanted her, Cormac wanted her, there was no way that she had raped him.

“I’m afraid the accusation stands,” Dumbledore said. “I have expelled students for a lot less, Miss Page.” Albus was truly savouring this moment, thinking about how wonderful it would be to inform the other beasts just how barbaric some of their number actually were.

“I didn’t rape him,” Robin said in horror and without really thinking, too shocked to process what she was saying before it escaped her lips, “what Amycus did to me, that was rape. Cormac wanted it, he was hard for me, it can’t have been rape.”

Dumbledore reeled at the young girl's words, not entirely sure what to make of them. He knew that Amycus was a brutal man but he had never in a million years thought that he might hurt any of the students in this way. He had foolishly believed that Umbridge had them under her control; clearly he was wrong. “Are you accusing a member of staff of forcing himself on you sexually, Miss Page?” Dumbledore asked, wanting to come to some sort of understanding about what had happened.

“Yes,” she said, feeling angry all over again that she was having to admit weakness in what had happened to her. “Now let me go to the hospital wing; the last thing I want is to carry his spawn.”

“I will escort you to the hospital wing,” Dumbledore said, admitting defeat on this fact. He would need to have Poppy check Robin over to determine if she was indeed telling the truth. “However, please be under no delusion; for your crimes against Cormac McLaggan, you will still be expelled.”

“Like I give a shit,” Robin huffed, thinking that not having to come back to the school was a blessing really. It meant that she didn’t have to see Harry’s ugly face anymore and she got to spend more time with Fenrir, convincing him that she was the better option.

Albus decided to ignore the colourful language in light of the situation now unfolding, as the two of them headed for the hospital wing in silence. Today really wasn’t turning out how he had hoped.

FGHP

With all the weight that Harry had lost recently, it took Clayton no effort whatsoever to carry him from their forest room all the way to the Infirmary. Bursting through the door, Clay went to the nearest bed and laid Harry down, Romy and Seamus very close behind him. None of them noticed the other occupants of the room.

“Madam Pomfrey,” Romy said as she dropped the cloak on the floor, trying to hide her hands from Clay but failing miserably.

“What the fuck happened?” Clay growled, taking Romy’s wrists into his hands and examining them carefully. Seamus stood back, allowing it to happen; he could hear the possessive undertone in Clay’s voice and he didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“I would like to know the answer to that myself,” Poppy said, bustling over to where the four werewolves had suddenly appeared in her ward, much to her displeasure.

“Harry’s been poisoned,” Seamus said matter-of-factly. “Romy brought his robes here to see if we can find out by what and her hands were damaged too,” he went on to explain.

Poppy might not have liked Werewolves or approved of them being in the school but her instincts as a medi-witch overtook her urge to discriminate against these beasts. They were still people and students at this school, and it was her responsibility to make sure that they survived the seven years they attended Hogwarts. She had never lost a student that had been brought to her alive, though there had been deaths at the school they had not been ones that she could have prevented.

At once the medi-witch started to vanish Harry’s clothing to reveal that his torso was covered in angry red blisters, his body was swiftly swelling up and it was clear to the other pups that, since being moved from the forest room to the hospital wing, Harry’s breathing had slowed right down.

“Is he going to be okay?” Romy asked, snatching her injured hands back from Clayton, too worried about Harry to be overly concerned about her own injuries.

“Headmaster, it might be wise to contact this boy’s guardian,” Poppy said as she summoned some potions and began to try and treat the burns. “He is going to get worse before he gets better and they will need to be summoned here.”

Clay turned to see the headmaster standing at the edge of the bed where Harry lay. He had been so absorbed in watching Harry, and making sure that he was going to survive that he had not noticed that the headmaster was also present in the hospital wing.

“What are you doing here?” Clay scoffed, annoyed at the invasion of their privacy. He really hated Dumbledore but in this circumstance his dislike was even more intense. Clay wanted someone to blame and currently the headmaster was right in the firing line.

“Cleaning up the mess of your pack members,” the headmaster said irritably, “I was about to summon Greyback regardless, it seems that he will now have twice the reason to come here.”

“What do you mean, twice the reason?” Seamus asked as Romy put one hand on Clay to calm him before he made the situation worse.

“Robin is here also, at least for the time being,” Dumbledore said, failing to keep all of the happiness out of his voice. “I shall summon Remus, I assume he will know a speedy way to contact the rest of your lot.” And with that the headmaster headed off to contact his member of staff.

“What the hell is going on?” Clay demanded to know, his question directed at the nurse who was fussing over Harry, casting spells that Clay didn’t recognise. However, Madam Pomfrey didn’t even seem to have heard.

“Let her work,” Romy said, coming over and clasping Clay’s hand in her own; wincing in pain as she did. The annoyance at Clay seemed irrelevant in the face of what was happening. “I am sure we will find out everything when Fenrir gets here,” she pointed out.

“And we need to get whatever this is off your hands!” Clay exclaimed, not having missed the wince from Romy, cradling both her hands in his own.

“It’s aconite,” Madam Pomfrey said without looking up from what she was doing. “Clean her hands and then I will look at them once Mr Prince is stable.”

Seamus did as instructed, drawing his wand out and casting cleaning charms over Romy’s clearly burnt palms. It was not a spell that he was particularly great at but he hoped that it would at least be enough to remove the poison hurting her.

“Thank you,” Romy said, flashing him a grateful smile when the pain lessened considerably as the traces of the plant were removed and she was just left with the damage that had already been done, and that she would happily cope with while the nurse focused entirely on saving Harry.

FGHP

When Remus had got the message from Dumbledore he had immediately jumped to action. His first instinct had of course been to go straight to Harry and make sure that he was alright. However, he knew that Harry needed Fenrir, not him and so he used his floo connection and went straight to Lukas’ home. It seemed that his fellow pack member was not there and so Remus apparated directly to the territory, arriving with a loud crack. He ran directly from the apparition point towards the fire.

“Fenrir,” he shouted urgently, “Fenrir, you need to come at once,” he said and immediately the Alpha was on high alert.

“Is Harry alright?” the Alpha asked at once, climbing to his feet. Niko had been sat beside him reading, but now the small boy leapt to his feet as well, concerned about his mother.

“No,” Remus said quickly, “hospital, unconscious, poison,” he rambled off quickly.

“Jenson stay here; Damon with me and Remus; everyone else stay put,” Fenrir ordered as he, Damon and Remus ran back to the apparition point, needing to get to Hogwarts as quickly as possible.

FGHP

By the time Fenrir strode through the doors to the hospital wing with Damon and Remus all but running to keep up with him, the worst of Harry’s injuries were starting to look better. Harry was by no means completely healed but Poppy was satisfied that she had done all she could to stabilise him; she was now very confident that Harry would survive, but the problem was the teenager wasn’t yet awake. Now, with the sight of the large Alpha werewolf in her ward, Poppy was feeling rather intimidated.

“Who did this?!” Fenrir all but roared as he hurried to Harry’s side, gently taking one of his mate’s small hands in his much larger ones, the faint smell of aconite hanging in the air around them telling him what had harmed his mate.

“We don’t know,” Romy told him as Madam Pomfrey started to examine her hands. “It was on his robes, though we have no idea where it came from.”

“Could be from anywhere,” Robin said, as she strolled over to them from behind the curtain around the bed she had been sat on. She wasn’t happy to have been kept waiting but she had been enjoying eavesdropping on the others, particularly when it sounded like they weren’t blaming her for Harry’s injuries. But Fenrir was there now and she was keen to make him aware of her presence.

“Yeah… anywhere,” Romy said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion at the approaching blonde; sadly, though, Romy knew that she had no proof that Robin had anything to do with what had happened. Besides, she had other questions. “What are you even doing here anyway?”

“None of your business!” Robin snapped. She didn’t want sympathy from any of these cretins, she knew that Fenrir would be told but none of the others had to be.

“Miss Page is here to be examined,” Dumbledore said, “and then to be removed from my school.”

“Why?” Fenrir asked, scowling at the Headmaster. He had brought her here to protect Harry and it was clear that Harry needed more protection, not less, and so he was going to need a very good reason.

“She raped another student,” Dumbledore stated, not really caring if the others overheard, because he was rather enjoying rubbing the brutality of their kind in their faces.

“I didn’t!” Robin protested. “He wanted it.”

Romy didn’t hesitate, she closed the distance between herself and Robin, slapping her across the face before she was dragged back over to Madam Pomfrey so that the medi-witch could finish healing her.

“There is evidence that supports the young man’s claim,” Dumbledore stated, Cormac having been examined by Madam Pomfrey earlier. The bruises and injuries were completely consistent with his story, even if he had been reluctant to tell it.

“How could you?” Damon asked from Clay’s side, having moved over to his son’s side. Now, though, he was looking at Robin with disgust; the others looked equally stunned by this revelation. “How could you have so little respect for anyone else?”

“Miss Page is hereby formally expelled from Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said, relishing the words. “Take her with you when you leave, she is no longer welcome anywhere on the grounds at any time.”

“Fine, but I’m not leaving until Harry wakes,” Fenrir snarled, his attention once more back on his little mate, who was breathing steadily but still unconscious.

“I’m the one who was attacked!” Robin protested, not happy that once again everyone was too busy pampering to Harry to care about her at all.

“Amycus Carrow will be dealt with,” Dumbledore told her sternly, rather frustrated that he was having to still listen to this whiney girl even though she was no longer a student. He was exactly sure what he was going to do about that man, but he knew he would have to do something.

“Attacked how?” Damon demanded, wanting to know how on earth something like this could have happened. Fenrir was far too busy fussing over Harry, understandably, and Damon needed to understand what had happened.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Robin said in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest and moving over to where Fenrir was sat, placing herself right beside him; however, the Alpha wolf wasn’t having any of it and pushed her away.

“You’re a disgrace,” he snarled at her. Fenrir had never considered himself a nice man, but even he would never lower himself to taking someone against their wishes, and he was disgusted that Robin had done such a thing. He did not want her anywhere near him right now.

“How about I take Robin back home,” Damon suggested, really not wanting to have to deal with the conflict that would likely arise soon, if someone didn’t remove Robin from the situation.

“Yes,” Fenrir agreed, “I do not want to see her. Tell the others what she has done,” the Alpha instructed. He wanted the whole of the pack to know how vile a person she was and Fenrir knew that not a single one of them would easily forgive what she had done.

“You can use the fireplace in here,” Dumbledore said, keen to have her removed from the school quickly too, and he gestured to the other end of the Hospital wing.

“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,” Damon said, pressing a kiss to Clay’s temple. “Behave,” he whispered to his son, before rounding on Robin. “Move it, young lady,” he said firmly as he strode towards her. Robin scowled at him, but Damon simply took her by the arm and led her in the direction that the headmaster had indicated, ignoring her protests.

“Good riddance,” Romy said, moving to take a seat on the other side of Harry’s bed now that Madam Pomfrey was done healing and bandaging her hands. Apparently even the short contact had caused first degree burns, but the nurse was confident there wouldn’t even be any scarring by the time the salve had done its work.

“Seconded,” Seamus said, sharing a half smile with Clay, who grabbed a couple more chairs and placed them next to where Romy was sat. Madam Pomfrey huffed in annoyance, but didn’t even bother trying to talk them out of staying, and so headed off down the wing to tend to other business. “So what now?” the Irishman asked.

“And now we wait,” Remus said, with a weary sigh from there he was stood at the end of Harry’s bed, and they all settled in for a long night.
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