Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter One
"Let's stop for today," a soft, lilting voice broke through the somewhat uncomfortable silence, "I'm tired."
Ice-blue eyes met with emerald-green. "Sorry, but no-can-do, Your Highness," the blonde young woman responded sharply, "we have to keep moving."
The pale young man scratched and tugged at his raggedy, dirty clothes, and frowned deeply. "Why? Haven't we gone far enough?"
"No." She answered tersely, her patience already running thin.
But Harry Potter, the privileged prince of Gryffindor, wasn't someone who was used to not getting his way.
"Well, too bad," he said, "because we're stopping right now." Having said that, he pulled his horse to a stop, and jumped off. After securing his mount to a nearby tree, he sat down, and stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest.
When she realized the prince was no longer following her, the young woman let out a long, frustrated sigh, and turned around. She remained on her horse as it trotted up to the prince. She stopped a few feet shy from where he was sitting, and towered over him on her place atop the earth-brown horse.
"Get up." She ground out through gritted teeth. It was far from a request. "We don't have time for this."
She was met with defiantly narrowed eyes. "No. I'm staying right here." There was a smug tilt to his chin. He was going to get his way; he was sure of it. The woman's job was to escort him safely away from the kingdom, and he just knew she wouldn't leave him alone.
They glared at one another for a few moments. The tension was thick enough to smother someone.
"Fine." She scowled, "suit yourself." With that, she pulled her horse around, and continued to travel down the path. Sure, the king had yet to pay her, but she knew that if she left right now, it would save her a lot of trouble down the road. She desperately wanted to get to the next town, drink 'til she couldn't remember her name, and then settle down in a scratchy inn mattress. That sounded far more appealing than having to babysit a brat all day—especially spoiled, bitchy, royal brats.
Though she couldn't say it surprised her, she was a little disappointed when not even two minutes later she heard Harry's voice behind her, yelling her name.
"Mika, wait!"
She didn't wait, but she did slow down just a tad. From the corner of her eye, she noticed Draco rode up next to her, muttering indignantly to himself.
"Would you really have left me back there?" He asked her.
Silence was his only answer.
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Piddlebrook was the first 'town' they came across.
It was incredibly tiny, with one inn, a small general store, and maybe seven or eight residential cottages. The town, if one could even call it that, was in the middle of the immensely vast, thick forest the two had spent almost the entire day trekking through.
Harry cringed as he looked around. Compared to the extravagance he was used to, this was just awful.
"How can anyone live like this?" He said, thankfully keeping his voice down and his jaw from dropping.
Mika rolled her eyes and said nothing as she brushed past him. Harry turned sheet-white as he watched her walk into the inn, which was barely bigger than any of the cottages. "You can't be serious," he said, staring after her with wide eyes, "I can't stay there! I'd rather camp outside!"
She stopped short of the door leading inside, and crossed her arms. "It's getting dark. The next place is ten miles from here, and it's too dangerous to stay outside." She kept her eyes on the door as she added, "So shut the hell up and get your pretty little ass inside."
Harry's mouth opened and closed as he tried, but was unable to, get any words out. His face was flushed red with indignity and anger. No one talked to him like that. He was the prince, dammit! "You can't tell me—" He began angrily, but was cut off.
"GET. INSIDE. NOW." She barked, causing the prince to jump in surprise, and then quickly scurry into the building.
She rolled her eyes once again, but this time a smirk formed on her lips. That's how you handle royalty.
When she made her way inside, the striking young man was easy to spot (she made a note to herself that his striking-ness wasn't something that would help them in the future). Harry was sulking in the corner next to the window. His arms were crossed over his chest, and it looked like he was pouting. He glared at her as she walked across the room, and up to the friendly-looking woman behind the check-in desk.
Despite the town's size, it seemed that travelers did come by there often. However, they were lucky enough to get the very last room. Mika managed a tiny, polite smile as she slid the payment across the table as the woman smiled and handed over the key to their room.
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"Oh, come on!" Harry exclaimed as he stood in the doorway, and dropped his bag on the floor. "How do you expect me to sleep on that?" He pointed to the only cot in the room (well, that was the only thing in the room). On top of the cot was one pillow and a thin sheet.
"If you have a problem with it, sleep on the floor," Mika grumbled as she pushed the prince out of the way, and shut the door behind her. After locking the door, she plopped down onto the floor next to the window. She held a small, brown satchel on her lap. In it were quite an assortment of knives, some gloves, and bandages. She wished that she could have brought more with her, but it would just slow them down if she brought too much. Besides, if she carried around a hulking sack filled with swords, she would just give herself away.
Harry stood sulking once again, glaring at his so-called 'guardian.' When he'd first met her, she was so polite! She even smiled. Who the hell was in front of him now? She was so rude, and mean, and she certainly didn't know how to treat a prince. He opened his mouth to say something, but was shut up by the look Mika shot him. His mouth snapped shut, and he stomped over to the cot.
He sat down on the hard surface, and kicked his shoes off. He lay down slowly and nearly gagged at the smell of his pillow. The scent of musk and sweat floated into his nostrils, and he immediately yanked the pillow from under his bed, and threw it across the room.
At the sound of the nearly silent snicker he received from Mika, his mood immediately worsened.
"Shut up." He said, already regretting that he didn't throw the pillow at her.
"Go to sleep." She replied. She leaned back against the wall, and closed her eyes, though she had no intention of sleeping.
Harry chose not to say anything else after that. He let out a long sigh and tried to clear his mind. Although it was harder than he thought to get to sleep. What with a murderous witch on his tail, thirsting for his blood and all that… It was hard to even close his eyes.
"I can't sleep." He said after ten minutes of trying.
Mika opened one eye, and stared at the small form lying on the cot. Harry was turned so that his back faced her. She closed her eye again.
"Just try," she said, "nothing will happen to you." As she said this, Harry spotted the quiet determination in her tone. He shut his eyes again, and curled up a little. He couldn't help but feel a bit comforted by her words.
"Do you promise?" He asked quietly, keeping his eyes shut.
"…" Mika stayed quiet for a long time. Even when it was the king himself who asked her this question, she wasn't sure of the answer. Could she keep him safe?
"I promise." She said, her voice equally quiet, "go to sleep."
Somewhat reassured, he did as he was told.
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The first time Harry met the witch, he was nine years old.
He had been in the royal garden, climbing the large oak tree in the middle of all the rose bushes. He was trying to reach the squirrel that ran away from him, when a shock red caught his attention. He looked down, and grinned when he spotted a little girl with long, unruly red hair. She was pale, just like him, and her face was covered in freckles. Large, brown eyes stared up at him curiously.
"What are you doing?" She called up. Harry almost laughed at how her squeaky voice cracked as she yelled.
"I'm sitting," he answered simply as he swung his legs atop the branch, "what about you?"
"I'm talking to you." She answered, her eyes not moving from his.
Harry laughed. "What's your name?"
Her skin tinged a soft, pinkish-red. "Ginevra Weasley."
Harry's face scrunched as he heard her answer, and he furrowed his brow as he looked her up and down carefully. The redness on the little girl's skin grew more intense.
"You don't look like a Ginevra," he said after a while, sticking his tongue in distaste.
"Oh? What's your name, then?" She shot back, placing her hands on her hips as she looked up at him, challenging.
"Harry Potter." He said proudly, "way better than Ginevra."
She was about to say something when Harry cut in, "so from now on, I'll call you Ginny."
For a while, all she could so was stare at him with wide, surprised eyes. A moment later, she smiled widely, her eyes crinkling. "Okay."
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End of Chapter 1
I hope that was okay for the first chapter… I'm doing a sort-of Sleeping Beauty type thing, but with a few elements removed here and there, but not too much I hope. I don't ship Ginny/Harry, but there won't be any Ginny bashing, so don't worry! ^^; I don't know her character too well, so I hope I don't mess her up… Also, in this story, Harry's more spoiled than anything else… but then again, he is a prince…so yeah. A little OOC, but I hope it didn't bug anyone too much.
Anyway, there'll be some Fenrir / Harry later on, so hang in there everyone! Also, on an unrelated note, I'll hopefully update In the Arms of a Wolf later on… But I wanted to try my hand at long Fenrir / Harry fics, since I've gotten a lot of requests for one. I'm really hoping I don't disappoint you guys!
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