Title: Eclipsed Moon
Chapter: 1/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess also known as BSG
Rating: M
Pairings: Fenrir/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is AU and does not take place within the Harry Potter timeline, will contain relationships of the homosexual nature, attempted suicide and dark emotions and situations
Summary: "What right do you have to do this to me!" Harry demanded and Fenrir grinned. "When you decided I could watch you die."

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Chapter One: Someone Like Me

The hot metallic scent of blood was what drew him to the body, but it was the way the child didn't even move in fear that made him pause. He came upon him just lying on the grass, arms spread out at his sides and just gazing up at the full moon, shallow breaths leaving blue-tinged lips. The puffs of air exiting past them and dissipating into the air above him, around him were like wisps of forgotten dreams.

A shuddering chest rose and fell and he sat down beside him, an ear turned towards the child but making no motion to help, no motion to kill. A broken laugh cracked past his lips and a pale wrist moved to run through matted hair.

"Come to watch me die?" the boy giggled, perhaps delirious.

He didn't say anything; he wouldn't dare, if only because the boy deserved the death he wanted.

"It's okay, it's okay… I don't care anymore."

Liar, he thought, that was all the boy contemplated about, all that existed within that frame anymore.

A broken sob that was also a broken laugh peeled past those lips and tired green eyes closed.

"I tried you know, but trying is never good enough."

Such thin shoulders you have.

"Just, just… yeah go ahead and shred me to bits, take me back and let the Death Eaters have their merry way with my corpse, it doesn't matter anymore," those shaking arms pressed against his eyes, his glasses long gone.

He didn't say anything; the thought of the others didn't even cross his mind as he just gazed at the boy and those thin shoulders, that pale skin.

A harsh gulp to get air back into him, to survive shivered through the paling body.

"I like it this way," he whispered, trying to stop the sob falling past his lips and failing, but he laughed to hide it.

You're falling apart.

"Sorry, I'm pathetic I know," he laughed and laughed, but he was too tired to be hysterical.

He knew the boy instantly, how could he not? But he wasn't the savior in this moment, not like this. He was a broken tool that had willingly resisted fixing.

"Ah, well I guess it's fine if you're the one to see this," he let out another short breath. "You wouldn't try to stop me would you?"

He would, if the toy asked him too, and he was surprised to find that he would.

"I just… I'm so tired, so weak."

Broken, they broke you.

"They say… They say my kind don't ever get to go to heaven," he laughed and sobbed yet again. "I don't get to see them again, my parents, Sirius, but they'd be so disappointed in me anyways."

They would be the only ones to fully understand.

He thought about doing it for the boy, so he would get to see his parents like he desired.

"I just… I just wanted to be… well it doesn't matter anymore does it?" he started laughing again and he watched as tears fell past bloody shaking hands. "It never mattered, no one ever asked me. They never ask me."

Fools, all of them are fools.

A deep shuddering breath came through his lips, and he gulped for more air, forcing himself to remain calm, to let it continue.

"I'll fall unconscious, and it doesn't hurt, then it'll be over."

They stayed silent, watching the moon, and he turned to look at him, eyes roaming up and down that shaking body, the blood gathering beneath it.

"H-Hey," his voice was strained, and those eyes struggled to stay awake, "do you think… I'll be forgiven? Or… at least get to see my parents before I have to go wherever my kind go?"

If there was a god then it better as fuck forgive the child so many had damned.

"I'm not scared…" he cried, "I don't care anymore… I'm just… just so tired…" he whimpered.

He watched as green eyes fell shut, and the shuddering shaking chest come to a sputtering halt. He watched him only a bit longer before coming to a decision, he moved to one of the slit wrist and bit down, his saliva dripping into the wounds.

He heard a sharp gasp, a scream as the body jerked awake and eyes snapped open.

You will be mine then, Fenrir thought as he stood over the reviving body of Harry Potter.

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I've been wanting to do a Fenrir/Harry for a long time, and this wouldn't leave me alone so this was written. I've got so many other stories too face-meets-palm

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