Fenrir's POV
I casted a strong sleeping spell on the boy once I made my decision. It's a good 5 mile run to my pack, even with apparition. I could only get to the boundary line. From there, everyone has to walk. And I don't want him waking up on the way there. I used magic to fit warm clothes on him and carried him bridal style out of the house. No one else knew a thing. This was going to be just like as if I killed him. Only this time, there's no mess to clean up.
I apparited us to the border line where I promptly fixed him on my back, casting a minor jinx on his hands so they would stay wrapped around my neck as I transformed and ran. He didn't flop all over the place like I expect him to. Actually his weight on me was rather comfortable for some reason. I ran all the way to my caves with ease. I paused maybe a quarter of a mile away so I could transform and take Harry off my back. He was still sleeping soundly.
Several pack members, male and female, submissive and dominant* rested around the cave entrance. The sun was sinking over the horizon. Adults watched as I passed, carrying a sleeping boy in my arms. Young children ran around me, anxious to see what or who I carried. I ignored them and continued walking until I found my personal room/cave. This entire place was cut out with magic. Every couple had their own room. Being Alpha, obviously...
Once inside my room, I set Harry down on the bed, making sure he was in a comfortable position for resting. Changing things about the room was easy. Just little things so it would be more accommodate a teenage boy rather then a bitter man like myself. There was a faint knock at the doorway. I turned to see my Beta standing there. He eyed Harry wearily.
"What is it, Bill?" I asked him. I didn't have a reason to feel defensive over a boy that could be my mate. I mean, Bill already has a mate. Still, I didn't like him being eyed by another man.
"I trust you had a safe journey, Alpha?" I nodded and was about to dismiss him when I remembered something.
"Bill, spread the word that there is a new pack member who will be joining us shortly." My Betta nodded and was about to leave when he paused.
"What should I tell them concerning status**?" I smirked as I looked over my shoulder at the peaceful face.
"Tell them nothing for now." Bill nodded again and bowed respectively.
Stripping down to my boxers, I crawled into the bed next to the boy and draped a blanket over the two of us. He merely sighed and settled again. I smiled softly and close my eyes. I have no idea why I'm doing any of this. But it feels nice. So I'll just go with the flow.
Harry's POV
I slept for the rest of the night without any nightmares, or even dreams. When I woke up I was so warm. It was nice. I sighed, liking the comfort. Until I remembered that my room is 20 degrees below 0. I also realized that there was a very large, very real arm tossed casually over my hip. I jerked away from the body until I hit a wall, too terrified to scream. I clutched at my clothes, anxious to find my wand. Until I looked down and saw that they weren't my clothes!
Terror seized in my chest as I now stared at a sleeping man. I don't recognize him. Or the room I'm sitting in. I look for an exit only and find one. It's nothing but a red curtain hanging from the ceiling. Whatever. I tried to slink past him. I almost got off the bed entirely when an arm found me again. This time I managed to find the courage to scream.
"Be quiet, pup! You'll wake the whole pack up!" The man purred down at me, in a daze. He obviously wasn't ready to wake up. Well I wasn't ready to be kidnapped! I beat and pushed on his chest even though it was probably nothing on his buffed out built.
"Let me go! Who in the hell are you?" His patients worn out soon enough. In a second, I was pinned under him with my wrists gathered in his hands and his lips at my throat.
"You might want to watch your tone with me boy." He growls the words. To tell the truth, I've dreamed about being in this position with Cedric but now I'm only terrified. I push against the hands to get free. It doesn't work.
"Do not fight me, Harry. You are one of my pack now and I am your alpha. I will not tolerate disobedience for very long." I'm terrified and trapped. I can't go anywhere and I'm getting really scared. I close my eyes against tears of fear and trembled. Why in the hell am I crying? No matter what scared me, Voldemort, Sirius before I knew the truth, the tasks. Nothing scared me enough for me to start crying! These thoughts just made it all the more real.
"Alpha, there is a man who wishes to see you." I heard an unrecognizable voice speak from the other side of the room. I opened my eyes, to see who the speaker was. I gasped, seeing a familiar shade of red as his hair color. Was he related to Ron? He met my gaze upon hearing me. It was obvious that he had never known me before. The man on top of me sighed.
"Alright. Tell him I'll be out momentarily." He bowed respectfully and disappeared behind the red curtain. My attention turned back to this 'alpha'. I waited for him to say something, the fearful trembles just starting to sneak back up.
Instead he didn't say anything. He just rolled off me and slipped into a pair of black jeans. He glanced over his shoulder at me one last time before disappearing as well. I couldn't help but stay like that for a while. With my legs crammed against the bed and my arms above my head. I guess I now know what they mean when they say "paralyzed with fear". I don't think I can move, even if I wanted to.
"Are you just going to lay there all day?" I was magically shocked out of paralysis. A short, stocky brunette stood at the curtain. I sat up and tossed my legs over the side.
"Where am I?" I asked her. She walks across the room, completely ignoring my question, or even the fact that I spoke.
"Our Alpha asked me to help you out. Come along." The woman grabs my wrist rather gently but tugs forcefully. I stumble after her, left with no choice.
"W-who are you? Where am I?" I managed to stammer out. She leads me out of the curtain. I'm not sure what to think about the huge cave outside it. It's well over 20 feet, floor to ceiling. I can see the light from the exit a considerable distance to my left. Several people were loafing around. Half of which was staring at me. I was so nervous, I forgot to try and run away.
"My name is Cassandra but you may call me Aunta Cassy***." She kept pulling me until we were in a new room that had so many shelves covered in supplies, that I just didn't know what to think. Cassy let go of my hand so she could collect a towel, bar of soap, and a pile of clothes.
"Why am I here?" I asked. She merely shoved everything into my hands and starting leading me away again. I hated this silence. I couldn't stand not knowing but again, there was just no choice.
I followed her down a long tunnel. I felt a sensation of literally walking down. I looked over my shoulder nervously at the fading light. Cassy only lugged harder at my wrist as we plunged into what was darkness for me.
*Any gender can be submissive or dominant. Sub's conceive no matter the gender.
**Status, as in whether or not he was a sub or dom.
***Based on a real person. I literally call her Aunta Cassy.
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