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Chapter One

"You'll go and I'll be okay,
I can dream the rest away."

The green, rolling hills disappeared into trees as the land sped by. Harry lightly tapped the steering wheel in time with the music, humming along to a muggle band. The light, happy music contrasted with the storm that raged inside his chest. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself and let the grey, thundering clouds disperse. The forest around him was thick, he noted, the dark green leaves blocking out the evening sun, their branches leaning over the thin road. The lack of sun did nothing to help his mood. He had been enjoying the warm rays before. He sighed, shaking his head and turning the volume on the radio up.

Harry drove for another mile or two, the forest showing no signs of dispersing. He looked down at his fuel gage, almost empty. He frowned. He had been so sure it was full half an hour ago. Another minute went by, and the radio faltered before dying completely. Strange, the car was brand new. Harry was shocked even further when the engine spluttered and died, the vehicle rolled to a stop at the side of the road. He stared at the steering wheel in disbelief. This car cost him a small fortune, and here it was, steaming and gone. Steaming. He blinked, opening the bonnet before hoping out of the car. He went to touch the steaming hood, but faltered at the last moment.

Harry swore, taking a hold of his shirt and using it to touch the car, pulling up with a grunt. It came up, exposing a burst of smoke and steam. Not good...

Yeh... definitely not good. Harry sighed, checking his watch. Quarter to five. He pulled out his phone, dialling Hermione and pressing talk, only to hear the sweet sound of nothing.

"No reception... great." He growled, shoving the phone into his pocket before trying to apparate, only to go nowhere. "Perfect..." Harry sighed, staring at the dark canopy of leaves above him in anger and annoyance. This was not a good day, and so far it had been a terrible week. He was supposed to be getting into Blackpool tomorrow, but it appeared that perhaps he should have used an alternate form of transport... like floo, or apparition, or port-key...

"Definitely not walking freaking thirty-five kilometres to the next town tonight..." He grumbled, slamming the hood down in frustration before walking to the driver's side door. He pulled the keys out before popping the boot. He walked around to the back, pulling out a pillow and a rough blanket before dumping the load in the back. His stomach grumbled, and he angrily silenced it with a 'shh'. There was nothing to eat; he'd planned to be staying in a motel tonight.

Maybe he shouldn't have applied for a job in Blackpool at all.

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The night had seemed to have come quicker in the dense forest. He had fallen into a restless sleep in the back seat, uncomfortable in the cramped space, but that was to be expected. He couldn't magic it to be larger or warmer; nothing electronic or magical worked. Shivering, Harry woke with a start. The moon seemed to penetrate the trees around him much easier than the sun did earlier.

Harry sat up, the sudden movement causing his head to spin. He groaned, rubbing his eyes to rid them of sleep and blurriness before reaching for his glasses that sat on the centre console. He slid them on his nose, glancing out the window and gasping in shock.

Peeking out from between the trees was a beautiful, large, silver wolf. He watched it step forward, and in return Harry slid closer to the door that separated them. With no semblance of hesitance, he took a hold of the handle and opened the door, his feet connecting with the ground with a soft noise. The air was crisp, cold and biting, but he paid it no heed; he was dazed, attracted to the natural beauty of such a creature. Somewhere, deep inside his consciousness, he recognised the rugged wolf.

Harry stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. He jumped, flinching, but other than that he did not acknowledge it. The wolf didn't react at all to the intruding sound, but he did take another two quick steps forward before letting himself fall to the ground, his muzzle rested on his large paws, expressive blue eyes staring at Harry closer than anyone had ever before. They both paused, staring at one another, before the silver beast began to whine, a pitiful sound that tore at Harry's heart.

He gasped, taking the last few steps forward and reaching out with a gentle hand to stroke the wolf, his fingers barely brushing the coarse fur before the creature leapt, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. It stared, heavy body holding Harry down, before clamping its jaw firmly down on his shoulder, piercing skin and drawing blood.

He would have screamed, yelled and thrashed, but as soon as he felt the fear that tingled and boiled in his belly, he was unconscious.

-o-

He hung up the phone, a tingle of joy running down his spine before he turned to his lover. A smile spread across his face as he watched the man press away at the keys on his keyboard. Broad shouldered, dark haired, sculpted face; he was ever the beautiful man, his boyfriend.

Harry bounced over, plonking himself down on a nearby armchair.

"Yes, Harry?" The man barely glanced up to acknowledge him, but the small smile warmed his heart.

"I've got a job. Or, well, I should have a job. I just have to go in and do an interview." The man did stop typing this time, leaning back in his chair and giving Harry a calculating look before smiling. His smile caused Harry to grin larger; he really was contagious.

"Where is it? London, I hope." Harry's smile faltered. The man frowned. "It's not, is it?"

"No... It's in Blackpool." The man stiffened, turning back to the computer and pushing the conversation away. Harry scowled, standing up and spinning the man to face him, hands holding the arm rests and keeping him in place. "We will be talking about this. I won't let you dictate this part of my blooming life any longer, okay?"

"No, Harry. I don't want you going across the bloody country! How often would be see each other, hm? You know my job requires me here!" Harry growled, standing up straight and crossing his arms across his chest.

"This is my fucking life as well! You love your job more than you do anything we fucking have." Harry replied coldly, eyes flashing. "I'm taking the job, you can get fucked."

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Oh boy... I know I have another fic that I haven't written a new chapter for in a long time, but... You don't understand! I love Fenrir/Harry pairings more than I do LIFE. D:

So... I'm sorry to those who are expecting a chapter to that soon. I'm having SERIOUS trouble writing the new chapter after so long, but I will persevere and deliver it to you eventually. Maybe after exams I'll spend some good time working on it... I'm sorry, exams are three months away too... ;___;

But I hope you enjoy this. I've planned the entire thing out so there is no chance of me forgetting, and I'm even going to plan individual chapters. This fic will be PRE-SLASH and with have a SEQUEL. The sequel will be very slashy.

Why do I set out big asks of myself... - sigh -