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# ch 2
It was another twelve hours until she woke again, and this time she really took in her surroundings. It looked like she was in a infirmary, similar to the one at Hogwarts, but without windows and it looked more homey here. Then she took in the man that was still holding her hand.
He had black hair that was slightly tangled and a tan, strong, face. He was tall and pretty large, but it was all muscle. He was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans, a long black coat over it all. She couldn't see what shoes he was wearing from where she was laying. She couldn't see his eyes either, since he was sleeping, but she remembered that his eyes were a light amber. Thinking on what had happened when she was last awake, she gasped, waking up Fenrir.
She started panicking, trying to move her legs, but they were completely numb. Then Fenrir pushed her down speaking calming words to her. She didn't realize she had sat up.
"Calm down, Love. It's gonna be alright." Fenrir spoke.
She blinked and tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths until she could speak.
"Are you Fenrir Grayback? The werewolf?" She asked him.
She knew who he was, having seen many wanted posters of him, but she didn't feel scared of him. She actually felt more comfortable with him then she ever had around anyone else.
"Yes." He nodded, not worried about her rejecting him. She was still holding his hand rather tightly.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked her anyways.
She shook her head.
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have left me were I was. Why did you save me anyways?"
"I took you from that whale," he growled at the thought of the man that dared hurt his mate, "because you're my mate."
Mel nodded, figuring that was why she was so comfortable around him.
"Did you kill him?" She asked.
"Not yet." He replied with a slight smirk.
She nodded.
"I wanna help. But I think he looks more like a walrus."
Fenrir snorted, but had to ask one more thing, "who was he?"
"My uncle." Meluna shrugged, but winced as her wounds were pulled.
Fenrir growled angerly. How could anyone do that to their kin, their pack? More importantly, how could anyone do such a thing to her? He had only really met her, but he already knew she was amazing. He was pulled out of his thoughts by her voice.
"Is there anything to eat around here? I'm starving." Her stomoch growled in agreement.
"If you let go of my hand, I could get something for you. With Agnes' aprovel, of course." He said amusedly, but added the last part hurridly. He was honest, mothers and matrons scared him, and Agnes was both, so he could say she scared him quite a lot.
Mel blushed, but let go of his hand reluctantly. He grinned at her, and stood to get the matron, shaking his slightly purple hand as he went. When he was out of sight and her blush finaly faded, Mel sighed. She put her hands on her thighs, but felt nothing. She wanted to cry. How would she do anything like this, she asked herself. She was useless. A few tears slipped from her eyes, but she brushed them away as she heard Fenrir and Agnes coming back.
Agnes was a short, but she had the look of a very strong woman, and the air of a mother. She had a stern face, but kind brown eyes, and had light brown hair. She was wearing a white blouse and white pants, and wore a light blue apron around her waist. She walked over and smiled, ignoring Mel's red rimmed eyes.
"Are you feeling better?" She asked, and Mel nodded shyly.
"Good, you won't be able to eat much, but if you feel up to it, you can have something like crackers, toast or a bit of oatmeal. But other then that you really should mostly stick to the nutrient potions at the moment." Mel nodded and asked for a few crackers, and Agnes sent Fenrir to fetch them and some water.
"Now dear," she turned back to Mel, "there isn't much I can do about your legs, our best hope is that if you decide to join the pack and become a werewolf, it may heal some of it, but the chance of walking again is small. Much of your malnourishment and abuse will be healed with time and some work, though the sexual abuse has left your magic protecting your reproductive system, but it is being very thourogh. You are still able to have children, but the chances are reduced significantly, and you will need to use fertilizing potions if you try for a child. You have been sleeping for about twelve hours since you last woke up, but you were unconscious for a week before that." Mel blinked and wanted to cry again. She had always wanted kids, but Dursley may have ruined that for her to.
That was when Fenrir came back, carrying a plate of crackers and a large glass of water. Mel rubbed her eyes and smiled at him. He knew Agnes must have told Mel about what she had learned in the past week, and figured Mel would be upset. He certainly was when she told him. He placed the crackers and water on the table next to her bed, and he and Agnes helped her sit up and put pillows behind her. Mel was looking very frustrated by this point. Fenrir handed her the crackers and she only ate four before she lost her appetite.
Then Agnes gave her many potions to swollow, which she did, wrinkling her nose at a few, and almost spitting the skelligrow out. She drank nearly half the cup of water when she was done, glaring at Fenrir for chuckling at her plight, and grinning when Agnes smacked him up the back of his head, making him grumble.
The next week was mostly the same, drinking potions, eating small portions of plain meals, healing, getting to know the man she was quickly learning to love, and teasing. One of the times Agnes was scanning her, she picked up on a magic parasite in her scar, and quickly used a ritual to kill it, the scar slowly starting to fade as it should have long ago. She also picked up on multiple magic blocks, but there was nothing they could do about them at the moment. They had reset nearly all the bones that were broken, Agnes deciding the rest could be spread out over time, or were fine as they would get for now.
At the end of the day, Fenrir would always stay with her, and give her a kiss on the forehead. She was very quickly getting comfortable here, and was going to be introduced to the rest of the pack tomorrow, on the full moon. Fenrir, with her consent, was going to turn her. She knew he was going to be very gentle about it. He didn't want her in any more pain if he could help it. The only pack members she had met so far were Agnes, Fenrir's beta, Daryl, and Fenrir's best friend, Ambrose. Ambrose was the closest thing Fenrir had to a sister, and the two girls had become very close, Mel talked about things that had happened to her that she felt more comfortable speaking about to another woman.
Mel had forgotten about the hearing she was supposed to go to, but when she did remember, she didn't really care. How was she supposed to go to Hogwarts anyway? There were too many stairs, and she wouldn't be able to go up them, even in the wheelchair Agnes had transfigured for her.
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It was almost time, and Mel was getting very nervous. What if the pack didn't like her? While she was panicking silently Fenrir came over and hugged her, calming her quickly.
"What if they don't like me?" She asked him quietly.
"They will adore you." He said, nuzzling in her dark hair. She snuggled closer to him, and sighed, letting her worry go for now. They were both happy she would be able to leave the infermery after her bite was wrapped tomorrow. They sat there for a while, until Ambrose popped her head in and gave a big 'aww'. They looked at her, only Mel blushing slightly, but Fenrir was used to her teasing by this point.
"You should head out soon." She told them. "Moonrise in about half an hour."
Fenrir nodded and carefully lifted Mel into his arms, wanting her in his arms, though using the excuse that they didn't want to damage her wheelchair with all the werewolves around. Not that Mel was complaining, as she snuggled closer to him. Ambrose gave another 'aww', and turned to walk ahead of them.
When they got outside, all the other wolves in the pack were already there, and were looking at Mel curiously. Fenrir stepped into the clearing they left for him.
"This is Meluna Potter, she is my mate, and I will be turning her tonight." His tone held a threat agenst anyone wanting to hurt her, but all the pack cheered for their alpha and new alpha female, easily ignoring that she was the 'Girl-Who-Lived'.
All as the moon started to rise, everyone undressed from the little clothing they were wearing, exept for Mel, who stayed in her loose tank top and pants. Once Ferir finished undressing, he pulled her close again, just nuzzling her neck, calming her (though her face could compete with a cherry for color). She wouldn't turn into a actual wolf tonight, but Fenrir would stay with her the whole time.
As he was nuzzling her, she felt as his fur started to sprout and his face elongated into a muzzle. His hands turned into paws, and the claws scratched her side slightly before he removed them. Mel turned her head and saw a large wolf standing next to her, and stared in amazement.
She was holding herself in a sitting position with her arms, but balanced herself to reach with one hand to stroke his neck. He moved his head closer, now asking for permission. She swollowed, slightly nervous, but tilted her head back in submission, ready for him to turn her.
He nudged her to lay down, not wanting her to fall when he bit her, and she complied. He started sniffing her, growling every once in a while, before he stopped at her left hip. He stayed and sniffed that spot for a little while, nudging her shirt and pants away, before sinking his teeth in, trying to be somewhat gentle. She made a soft sound of pain as he injected his venom into her. When he pulled his teeth out, he started licking her wound, soothing it, as she slowly fell asleep. When she was compleatly asleep, he wrapped himself around her, guarding her from any danger.
As the moon started to set, the rest of the pack started to come back (funny, he hadn't even noticed they left), most pulling dead animals along with them. By the time the sun rose, all the pack were back (he'd had Daryl check everyone was there, not wanting any of his pack left out) and human again.
Fenrir lifted his mate into his arms and nodded to the rest of the pack, signaling for them to head inside and, if they had a kill, to take it to the kitchens. He carried Mel back to the infirmary to get her bite treated so it wouldn't get infected, then carried her to their chambers and setting her on the bed. After he put some plain cotton pants on, he climbed in with her, wrapping her up in his arms as he fell asleep, exausted from staying awake the whole night. But a small part of him couldn't help but feel smug, holding his mate close, a hand on the bandage over her hip where the bite was.
