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Warnings for story: Lemons!=],(Attempted)rape:(, language!, Chan;3(Harry will be 12 or 13 when the kinda touching really starts he will be 15 when the actual lemon happens!), anddd kidnapping! :]

Ohhhh andd in this story Lily and James don't die!..I need them alive at the moment hahahaaa!..(I'm evil if you haven't noticed)!..Teheheeheeheteheehee..And Harry doesn't know about magic yet, since he is six soo if you don't like that, then that's your problem!

I still do not own Harry Potter...WAHHHH! J. K Rowling why do you tease me so? Your so meannn! Hey at least I can play with her characters like puppets! :3...I truly am evil!

Also people the attempted rape happenes in this chapter!...Oh no's! But he gets saved! YAY!

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Chapter Two:

Four Years Later!

Harry ran for his life, his head ducking and dodging through trees, jumping over stumps, looking back every one and awhile. His breath was heavy, his eyes scuttling over everything that moved. He was taller than his old six year old body, he truly had a lithe form, his small arms and legs much more defined from running, and lifting heavier than normal things. He lost some of his baby fat, his face still slightly rounded, but it was more sculpted than before.

Harry felt as if his legs would give away any minute, he had been running for hours, he came to a stop, he flew behind a tree, green eyes focused on every step he heard. The forest was starting to darken, the sun was sure to be going down soon. The boy wouldn't move a muscle afraid that he would be heard, his ears strained to hear even the slightest sound from the light foot steps coming quicker than before. "Come out, come out! You can run but you can't hide from me!" the dark voice, was coming closer and closer, Harry was sure he would be found any moment. One scoot he would make the lightest of sounds, one breath too loud, he would be caught. And he couldn't run now, he knew the voice was way too close this time around.

Harry pressed himself deeper into the tree, wishing to melt away into the bark, to be hidden completely. And then his foot put alittle too much pressure on the ground, and one tiny twig snapped under the weight...Fuck! Harry cursed in his mind, and tried to run for it to just be caught in a slight embrace, lips found the edge of his ear, "Found you!"

Harry laughed, "Valium! No fair you so cheated, just like you always do!"

"Me? Never!" Valium, the pink haired Pris twin, the very cunning, tall, sharp nosed, pale, werewolf, who had harbored a crush on the boy since the age of six.

"Don't act all innocent Val! You know your a cheater!" Harry said with a slight blush adoring his cheeks.

"You make me sound horrible, dear one!" the laugh that emitted from the werewolf was deep, almost demanding. Valium looked down on the boy in his arms like he was made of china, and just one fierce look would break the boy. But of course, he knew the boy wouldn't be broken so easily. He was, afterall, Fenrir's mate. The older, but still young as well, at the age of twenty, werewolf let Harry go from his embrace, "All right we'll come and play again tomorrow and you are going to be it!" Harry nodded in acceptance a slight laugh bubbling from his throat, and jumped onto the pink haired werewolves back, wrapping his arm around his neck holding on tight, keeping his eyes closed. Valium, when he knew the boy was ready, took off running, toward the village, the packs place of living at the moment.

As they neared the village Valium set the boy down, and walked to the edge of the tent covered, cave dug, village. "Alright little one go run off and don't get into trouble! Go find Azulia or Fenrir. Maybe go see Trent? He was looking forward to seeing you today!" Valium nudged the boy toward the other werewolves who were playing around, rolling around in the dirt, nipping, growling, the bright amber ringed eyes, shining in the slight light. Harry, throughout all these years, was still afraid of everyone but Trent, a tall, lanky teenage werewolf with deep blue eyes, Van, a man with pink-red amber ringed(a trait of all werewolves Harry found out) tall and well defined, then there was Fenrir, who was beyond words beautiful(who didn't like being called beautiful by his mate everyday.) Valium was another who he trusted with his life, along with his brother Azulia(who preferred being called Az.) and one more, a boy, around the age of 13, his name was Dema, he was short for his age, had an always glazed over expression, and his gorgeous hazel amber ringed eyes were always set on him.

Harry ran off to find Trent, who he had ditched to play with Valium. Valium was like an older brother to him, always there for him when he needed to talk about his feelings for Fenrir, or when he wanted to play or wrestle. He was the perfect brother, and while Azulia was a man, Harry thought of him as a sister. His eyes always softer than his brother's, they're features the same, but totally different at the same time. Azulia had an a-line bob of deep blue-black hair, while her brother had his pink hair cropped very short and spikey.

Harry, still deep in thought, ran into someone, bumping into their chest, falling onto his bum rather hard, his hands getting scraped from trying to catch himself. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump you. I do hope I didn't cause you great displeasure." Harry brushed himself off as he helped himself from the ground. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the little ditcher than I was looking for!" Trent deep heavy set voice ran through his ears, and before the older boy could stop him Harry launched himself at him, wrapped arms around the boy, hugging him tight.

"Well hi! Did someone miss me?" Trent smiled down on him and kissed the top of his inkling black hair. Harry nodded into the front of Trent's chest, clothing didn't really matter for the werewolves, the only person in the whole village that really cared about clothes was little Harry, ever the modest one! "Well I'm glad, I missed you too little one!"

Trent looked like any normal teenager(seventeen) with shaggy brown locks that reached his shoulders, his dark blue eyes, piercing, tall, lanky with an almost six-pack of well defined muscles.

Not like Fenrir of course! Harry thought. In Harry's mind no one could beat the handsome silver haired werewolf. He was most delicious piece of candy in the candy shop! Well to Harry(and most of the female population) at least. He had started crushing on Fenrir around the time of his nineth birthday.

Fenrir was a very powerful werewolf, the Alpha of one of the largest packs in England, and was hopelessly in love with Harry. Harry, though he didn't know it, was Fenrir's mate, and the older werewolf would do anything for his little mate. He had a strange need to please his mate, in everyway possible, of course Fenrir had yet to touch the young one, though his inner wolf wanted to take the boy the moment his eyes landed on his six-year-old form. But his urges would fade away when the boy talked to him, and they spent time with each other. Harry loved being with Fenrir all the time. But the older werewolf had his Alpha duties to fullfil, and would send Harry to play around with Trent, whose dad John was the beta, or Dema, sometimes Harry got to play with Valium, though Fenrir hated it.

Valium had also fallen in love with the boy, who had reminded him so much of his mate, but the man died three years before Harry arrived, and that was what stopped Fenrir from killing the pink hair twit. Fenrir felt pity for the young wolf, with the exotic golden eyes, because it is a harsh thing to lose a mate. Fenrir, and the rest of the pack, were surprised that Valium had yet to kill himself. Harry, Fenrir expected, was what kept Valium alive. And if the young wolf enjoyed his mates company then fine, he just shouldn't enjoy it too much! Fenrir though, trusted Trent because he was very, and I mean very, straight. Trent, Fenrir deduced, was a good kid, that had made friends with the boy, who was very, well, loveable. Everyone in the pack loved their Alpha's mate, he was too cute to not love.

Trent was not one to fear... "So little man, whattya wanna do today?" the older boy asked Harry, who looked up at him with those amazingly green eyes, bright and wonderous.

"I don't know, lets play anything. I wanna do whatever you want Trent." Harry was truly one of the most innocent souls in the world, he was trusting, though he shouldn't have had his guard down. Trent smiled deeply, white crooked teeth bared for all to see. "Alright. Follow me little one. I'm sure you and me will have some fun." Trent took Harry's hand, it was tiny compared to his larger one, and almost dragged the boy into the forest, his thoughts on the moments to come. Harry followed, tripping sometimes, Trent pulling him along like he was a rag doll.

**Warning!: Attempted Rape ahead! If you do not wish to read then pass it along! No flames! They will be clunked on the head with a metal broomstick!**

When they were far enough inside the forest, Trent stopped and pushed the boy into a tree. Harry stumbled and braced himself against a tree, looking up at Trent wondering why he was being so forceful. "Trent wha-" Harry was cut off by Trent smashing his large lips against his small ones, a thick warm, wet, tongue pressing against the petals.

Harry, following orders that Fenrir had once told him, struggled against the older boy's hold, big hands grabbing tiny arms, bruising his skin already, Trent, dug his nails into the boy. Harry gasped from the pain, opening his mouth ever so slightly, but that was all that the older boy needed to push his tongue into his mouth. The wet, warm, disgusting muscle moved around inside his mouth, petting his own tiny muscle, and exploring every nook, every space it could find. Harry's emerald eyes burned with tears, they stung him like the pricks on his arm. Sliding down his face, tears wet the skin, that was reddening with fright. The older boy pulled away, looking down on the younger one, his tear stained face would be in his mind forever. The werewolf, still smirking with a rather smug expression on his face, brushed his knuckles, not at all gently, against Harry's cheek, gathering a tear and bringing it to a curved mouth. Trent licked the bead of tear and almost groaned at the taste of the young boy.

"You know Harry, I've been wanting to do this for ages. You are so tempting...Too tempting really. I can finally see how Alpha is so obessed with you, or why Valium has feelings for you." Trent pressed his lips against Harry's once more before ripping at the boys clothes, wanting to see the little lithe body that would soon be under him. Trent, honestly, didn't care that the boy would be taken without his consent. But he wanted him, and so he shall have him, simple as that!

"Please...Stop." Harry pleaded, his whispery voice slightly louder in volume.

"Ha! Now why, little one, would I stop if I'm enjoying this so much?" Trent dragged his nails down the little, slightly toned, chest of Harry, tracing a light pink nipple while he was at it. The older boy was entranced as the pink nipple budded up, going hard in the cold, and his ministrations. "Oh so responsive my dear boy!" Trent hummed lightly before licking down the chest, once again tracing both pink nipples, and down into his navel.

Trent was about to pull the pants from the boy, but the snap of branches sounded twenty feet away from the pair. "Fuck. I'll be back little one, I'll make sure of that!" And he pressed one more kiss to Harry's bruised lips, before running deeper into the forest that would conceal him.

**Attempted rape finished!**

Fenrir growled then a loud howl sounded from his throat, his feet carrying him to his mate, who was curled up half naked against a tree, whimpering. "Fenrir. Where are you? Why didn't you help me?" was the muttter, slightly stuttered, voicing of his small one. Fenrir gave a cry of pain and threw himself at his mate, lifting him into his arms, and rubbing small, soothing circles against him back. Harry knew it was his older mate that picked him up and cradled him against his broad chest, Fenrir was always gentle with him, always there for him.

Well he wasn't there to save you completely from that horrid man! his thoughts were against him at the moment and he looked up into Fenrir's grey-blue amber ringed eyes, that were filled with as much sorrow as his own. And, of course, he forgave Fenrir for not being there sooner. He was the love of his life, of course he would always be forgiven.

"Azulia, Valium take your team out and find him. Bring him back alive...I want to fucking rip that motherfucker to small itty bitty pieces..NOW!" Fenrir couldn't control his shakes of anger as he ran his mate back into village. "Harry, oh Harry, don't you worry..I will never let you out of my sights. I love you Harry. I will always protect you from now on. Shh my dear. Sleep, for when you wake up nothing will ever be the same again."

His whispers were comforting to the small trembling form, he curled himself more trying to catch more of Fenrir's body heat. The older wolf set him down and was about to leave when a small hand grabbed onto his, stopping him. "Please don't leave me. When ever I close my eyes I see his face!"

Fenrir listened to his mate and laid himself out next to him, and when Harry was cuddling into his chest asleeped, that was when he wept. He cried like a new born lamb and wouldn't stop because he had put his mate in danger by ever even leaving his mate in such disgusting hands.

Fenrir buried his face into his mates hair and sniffed at his scent, the mixture of sweet and dark undertones calming him down. He was calm enough to slip into a light sleeping state, arms around his mate protectively.


It had been four years since his little boy had been kidnapped by a pack of werewolves, the Order thought it was for a ransom at first, or to give the boy to the Dark Lord, but no. Everything that they thought, until now, were stupid, wasteless ideals. That was until Remus Lupin, a werewolf on the light side turned by the Fenrir Greyback(one of the most wanted werewolves in history, he enjoyed turning kids into the moons children!), was thinking about the werewolf pack that Fenrir was in control of, most of the men in the pack were unmated and any one of them could have taken Harry...

Remus was sure one of the males Fenrir's pack could have kidnapped the boy, that is until he walked around the swing set that Harry was on most of the time, and the breeze of the summer day wafted in, bringing in the smell of olding werewolf. Remus, one of the child's godparents, almost fell to his knees and cried when the smell of Fenrir Greyback floated into his nostrils, tears welled into his eyes, and he apparated to the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow.

"James, Lily...I have bad news." Remus said in his quiet, almost whispery voice.

"What is it Remus?" Lily said, dabbing her eyes for the tenth time that morning.

"I'm afraid..It isn't just any male in Greyback's pack...It's Greyback himself. Fenrir Greyback stole your child and will in the some time future will mate with him." Lily cried out at the words bursting into tears, while James clenched his fist in his hand and growled almost.

"Well we must get our son back! He must be alive if Fenrir has to mate with him! He needs Harry alive!" James yelled standing up suddenly, pacing about the room.

"We will James! We will!" Sirius Black, another one of Harry's godparents, yelled his head in his hands, looking down at his feet, not wanting anyone to know of the tears that started to well slowly into his eyes.

Remus sighed, they really, really didn't know what they were up against.


Trent ran, he knew where to go. He knew if that stupid Alpha of his tried to stop his mating with the boy he would go to him. Not many people dared to speak his name but Trent wasn't afraid of him, or his fucker of an Alpha.

Trent was sly, cunning, a true Slytherin, and like any Slytherin he got what he wanted. And at the moment with an aching erection and nothing to fuck, he was angry, and his woren out feet carried him to gates of a large darkness coated manor. And as he was about to wrench the gates open, a man appeared, he seemd young with long, almost white blonde hair, a thin nose, and high cheekbones, with thick silver eyes. He wasn't as tall as Trent but he would be tall compared to any normal sized man.

"The masters been waiting for you. Follow me." the man's voice was trimmed, sharp and to the point. And Trent did as commanded and followed the white-blonde man, his heavy footfalls the only sound in the quiet manor, expect for the distant screams, somewhere on the manor someone was being tortured.

Trent was lead into a office, a dark leather couch was in the corner and a deep wooded desk in the center, and there sat a man that was so distorted, Trent had trouble looking upon his stark white face, he had no nose just two slits like a snake, no lips just a mouth, the werewolf could see the outline of the veins running through his head, and neck. His eyes though..That's what stopped Trent dead in his tracks. They were red, like the blood flowing in his veins. He was a dressed in a set of deep maroon robes, they were finely tailored and he looked quite smug, his no lips pulled up into an almost...smile?

"Voldemort."


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