Ch. 4: Anxious Isolation

When Harry woke up, all he saw around here were concern looking faces. A little away, he could hear the voice of Mrs. Weasley speaking rapidly, "What were you thinking doing magic while a guest is here? Look at what you've done—you're lucky that he fell onto the landing, what if the poor boy fell down the stairs?"

"Harry…. Harry, Harry can you hear me?" It was Ron's voice. The redhead moved so he was blocking out everyone else. He was frowning and looking extremely bashful. "Are you okay?"

"Wha… wha' 'appened? Harry groaned. His head buzzed with pain, his eyes felt horrible, and his back was aching.

"You saw Fred and George making our bed," Draco said, "then you passed out…. I'm sorry about that, by the way."

"Making their bed… it was floating—it was floating!" Harry's senses returned to him all at once and he shot up, his head bumping into Ron's as he did so. "Ron! The bed was floating!" He said in a panicked voice. "That shouldn't happen—that shouldn't be—"

"Harry, Harry, relax, relax, calm down," Hands were on his chest and Draco and Ron both worked together to get Harry to stand. Draco kept his hand on Harry's lower stomach, it felt strangely warm and calming. "What happened… what was that I saw?" Harry demanded.

Draco and Ron looked at each other and sighed. "You need to sit down," Ron said. Harry nodded weakly and allowed Draco to guide him to the nearest seat. Once they were all sitting, Draco sighed and said, "My Mas—my boyfriends Fred and George… how can I put this…I used to be like you, see, but I knew about people like the Weasleys, the whole town knows and is made up by them. They, the Weasleys, and me too, we're all… we're magical beings."

"Magical… beings," Harry repeated.

"Yeah," Draco nodded. "We're technically werewolves, you know, we can turn into wolves, but we can also do magic as well. Fred and George were using their magic to make our bed."

"Magic…. There's….all of you are…" Harry stammered. He looked at the Weasleys. "All of you…"

"Can use magic… yeah," Ron sighed.

"I…Mrs. Weasley," he looked at the matriarch of the family, "can I go home please?"

"Yes, yes of course," Mrs. Weasley said, though she looked empathetic about Harry's situation. She gave her twins a glare and told them to return to their rooms.

"We'll drive him," Draco said, looking at Ron, who nodded.

"Thanks," Harry whispered. He looked at Mrs. Weasley and frowned, "I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley," he said.

"It's alright dearie, it isn't your fault," Mrs. Weasley said, she stared annoyingly at the staircase before turning back to Harry. "Honestly I did not think you would find out this way—I guessed that you did not know but, really it should have been your parents who told you. Them being friends with Sirius and Remus after all."

Harry jus nodded and frowned. He allowed Draco to lead him out of the Burrow. There was a parked Ford Anglia, near the house which Draco and Ron escorted Harry to. Ron went to the driver's side while Draco opened the passenger's door for Harry. Harry got in the car and looked at Draco, surprised, to see the boy moving in after him. "We're not—"

"Just slide over," Draco grumbled. Harry frowned but did so, shocked to find that the passenger seat stretched itself out to the size of a bench. "How is this—"

"Magic," Ron said. "Dad enchanted it while he was messing around with it."

"That's… wow," Harry said. He could feel his heartbeat slowly rise, but he ignored it. He felt like he should be quiet, that learning more would just overwhelm him, but his curiosity was too much. He waited until Ron had turned the car on and pulled away from the Burrow to ask, "How, how does all of this magic work?"

"Well, we'll start with the werewolves," Draco said. "We're the howling, furry, sexy, huge wolves kind, Fred and George when they turn are the size of a car easily, I'm turned so I'm not as big, I'm like the size of a common wolf, but still that's pretty big, yeah? Anyway, with our lycanthropy comes, well, magic as we put it. I guess that since we become creatures of nature, we are just closer to the elemental aethers that we can then bend to our will. Regular humans cannot do it because, well, you lot are just too far apart from the aether—"

"You lot?" Ron laughed. "You were one them only five months ago!"

"Well I'm not now, so shut it," Draco said. "Anyway, we can use magic just by tapping into the natural elements and what not—my mas—boyfriends were doing was simply tapping into wind aether to levitate their bed, move the blankets and comforter the way they want it, and let it fall, neatly made for our use later tonight. Of course, that is not the only way to use magic, you can use it for household things, yeah, but you can also use it to battle, but we don't do that as much as we used to do it before because Alpha keeps us all in check. Oh that reminds me, Alpha can turn into a wolf the size of a double-decker bus, and Cedric can too because he's the Alpha's son—some sort of blood ritual or something they did during the adoption, anyway—Hogwarts is like the only place where we can gather as far as I know because here is where the gathering aether is strongest. I mean, we can use magic outside of Hogwarts, but why bother going out of here? Because then we have to hide it from everyone. Oh—and before you ask, no, I will not turn you into a werewolf just to learn magic because you can only be turned during a mating process, like when a werewolf fucks you and bites your neck as they knot inside you—as you can see, I've been marked by both my boyfriends. Are you following me?"

Harry just nodded. Draco's words were flooding him like an ever-rising river storming down it's path. He could feel his arms stiffening again, and the tight, heavy ball return to his stomach. His heartbeat quickened rapidly and he felt his face growing hot. Knowing what was happening, he did his best to calm himself, failing miserably. Ron was driving steadily fast, he asked Harry for the address of his home, and Harry gave it with a shaky breath.

"Good," Draco continued. "you're nearby. Anyway, all that stuff that movies say about us werewolves? That we can only shift during the full moon and can't touch silver? That's all bullocks. I mean yeah, the full moon does force us to change, and it's just bloody painful if you try to fight it, but other than that, we can shift whenever we want. And we get to live slightly longer than regular boring humans, our Alpha is in his seventies believe or not and he doesn't look a day over forty! And he is hot too, really hot, I guess that's just something all Alphas have, like a prerequisite to becoming an Alpha is to be gorgeously sexy. So I guess that Cedric Diggory will have no problem there—however a downside is that those stupid annoying walking boobs never leave him alone—I mean the boy's gay and he just wants a guy's ass with a cute dick, he doesn't want a filthy vag and boobs—"

"Draco!" Ron yelled out.

"What? It's true," Draco shrugged. "Cedric's gay and the girls won't leave him alone."

"Still you don't have to be so graphic," Ron growled out.

"My house's over here," Harry's small voice peaked out, pointing to his own home. Ron pulled to a stop in front of it and Draco slide out, holding the door for Harry. Harry was barely abled to muttered a thanks and waved at both Draco and Ron. He walked up the path to his new home and opened the door.

Locking it behind him, Harry leaned on the doorframe and listened. The house was dead-quiet, he was the only one there. He waited. Nothing moved in the house, he heard Ron drive away. He continued to lean on the door. Nothing. Quiet. Then, it began.

A twitch. His fingers moved. The ever-growing ball inside of him exploded, he didn't feel comfortable, he didn't feel right—he didn't feel good at all! He started moving his arms spastically, rubbing his hands together, curling his toes, rubbing his legs, moving his legs, groaning, moaning, pacing, sweating, breathing. Nothing felt right! His skin became very uncomfortable, his clothes were too hot for him, his eyeballs felt disgusting, he could not keep his body still for one moment, it felt like everything inside of him was refusing to work. His mind was turning into mush, his voice became nothing but discomforted groans. He started crying for some reason—he felt like screaming, like cursing, like running—but all he could do was just rub his arms together, tangle his fingers together as they became sweaty to try and find some sort of normalcy around him! Any at all. He looked around the house—everything was perfectly furnished. Sirius and Remus must have done this with magic. It made him feel worse.

His bones felt extremely uncomfortable, he needed to grind them together, as if they were all itching horribly, but he couldn't. Instead, he ran around the house, eyes looking everywhere for something that looked like a medicine cabinet. He ran into the kitchen. It was still filled with boxes that needed to be sorted that Harry ignored. He tore open every cabinet he could reach, only to find empty space. Groaning, he ran around again, screaming to himself until he found a bathroom, again he found, much to his dismay that its cabinet was empty as well. All the cabinets were. In the entire house.

Harry felt like his body was contorting as he ran back into the kitchen with all of the boxes. He went to the nearest one and tore it open. It was nothing but pots and pans. Frustrated, he continued to tear open the boxes, searching desperately for his medicine. He filled the kitchen with opened boxes and frustrated agony when the door opened, and Harry froze. He could hear his parents talking, and his anxiety quickly mixed with rage. "Thanks Sirius, we'll see you tomorrow!" Mr. Potter's voice called out.

The door closed again and Mrs. Potter said, "Harry? Harry, you here?"

Harry ran towards the front door, his footsteps heavy as he lost control of himself. Like an anxious raging animal, he stopped in front of them, sweaty and panting. "Where. Are. My. Pills," Harry gritted out.

"Oh no—James, James find Harry's medicine!" Mrs. Potter ordered. Mr. Potter went immediately as Mrs. Potter took Harry's face in her hands. "Calm down Harry, calm down, Mummy's here."

"You—didn't—tell—me—about—magic," Harry panted out.

"I'm sorry?"

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT MAGIC! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME MOTHER THAT WE ARE MOVING TO A PLACE WHERE FUCKING MAGIC AND WEREWOLVES EXIST! OR THAT UNCLE SIRIUS AND UNCLE REMUS ARE MAGIC!" Harry screamed out, his body trembling.

Mrs. Potter frowned. "How did you find out…"

"BECAUSE FUCKING—FUCKING FRED AND GEORGE WERE-WERE MAKING THEIR BED USING MAGIC!" Harry said hysterically. "THEN—AND THEN DRACO MALFOY TOLD ME ALL ABOUT IT—ESPECIALLY ABOUT HOW SIRIUS AND REMUS WERE ABLE TO USE MAGIC AND YOU KNEW! YOU AND DAD KNEW AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME!"

Harry was fully hysterical now, ever cell of his body was boiling with anger. Mrs. Potter kept calm. "We didn't want to tell you until you were here, until we can talk about it. You never would have believe—"

"I PASSED OUT BECAUSE OF IT! EVERYWHERE I LOOK IN THIS DAMN PLACE IS JUST ANOTHER REASON FOR MY ANXIETY TO GO UP! I CAN'T BREATHE, I CAN'T THINK, I CAN'T BE NORMAL! ALL THE BOYS MY AGE HANG OUT IN THAT FUCKING WOODS AND ARE ALL WOLVES!"

Mr. Potter came running towards them holding a small orange bottle and a cup full of water. "It was with your make up for some reason," he explained.

Harry snatched the bottle of pills and opened it. He took the required amount out and quickly swallowed it in his mouth, using the cup of water to drain it down. He let out a long, deep sigh. He still felt anxious, his bones and muscles still felt like a tightly coiled string. He gave both the cup and bottle of pills back to his dad. He felt the medication slowly take effect. His anxiety didn't go away, but it was slowly becoming more manageable, he could think more easily, talk without yelling. He looked up at his parents, still angry.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded softly.

"We thought it would be best to explain it to you when you're here," Mr. Potter said. "That way, well, we can have Sirius and Remus to help."

"We can't do magic, Harry," Mrs. Potter said. "So it would be rather difficult to get you to believe us."

Harry just nodded. "I'm going to my room," he said softly, "I'm going to set it up. Please don't come in."

Both Potters frowned.

"Did you eat, at least?"

"I'm not hungry," Harry said. He turned towards the stairs and ascended them. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Hedwig running towards the staircase and passed him. He returned to his room and locked the door behind him.

All of his boxes were sitting on and around his bed. He went to the nearest one and opened it. Over the next two hours, Harry set about on furnishing his room. The first thing he did was his computer and router. He fiddled with their wires and connections, but after a while he found out how to get access with his router, turning on his computer and getting on the internet just to make sure. Next up was his television and PS4, which was easier to set up. The desk for his computer was huge, bigger than a normal desk, so he was able to have both his computer and his television next to each other, his PS4 sitting on one of the shelves under his desk. There was some posters that Harry owned, but he didn't feel like putting them up right now. That would require tape, which he doesn't have in his room, and he wasn't in the mood for interacting with everyone. He still felt anxious, he needed his hands to do something. So, without even thinking about it, he turned his PS4 on. The disc for his current obsession was already in the gaming console, so five minutes later found Harry logging into Final Fantasy XIV.

His character was dressed just as skimpy as the picture Harry shown Ron, above the character was his name, Sora Strife, and above that, was the title that Harry currently had, which shown Harry's accomplishments, "Archmage." Harry felt his stomach twist and he opened his character menu, and shifted towards his Classes/Jobs tab. This menu was broken into five sections: Tank, Melee DPS, Healer, Physical Ranged DPS, and Magical Ranged DPS. Harry stared at the page, his stomach doing a twist as he saw that all of the magical classes, except for one, was unlocked and near maxed.

He couldn't stomach it, he couldn't even think of using magic in-game. Just seeing the word "Mage" caused flicks on anxiety to pepper up in Harry.

"I need a new job," Harry said to himself. He focused on the Melee DPS. "Rogue," he said. "That sounds good." So, with that in mind, he relaxed into his chair, and made his way to Limsa Lominsa.

Night slipped away from him as he focused on his game. He unlocked Rogue, and immediately fell for the guild master, a handsome human who wore a dashing outfit named Jacke. Harry found it weird that he actually had to go up to the enemies now to hit them, but soon he gotten into the swing of things. By midnight, he was starting to feel relaxed, his anxiety was fading, and he got into the comfortable rhythm of the game. He kept playing until the wee hours of the morning, when his anxiety from the previous day finally faded away. He smiled at his work: his rogue was level twenty-nine, he had one more level until he can upgrade it into the Ninja job. But he can always do that next time.

Exhausted and mentally drained, Harry just shrugged off his clothes before curling into a tight ball in his bed.

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Around eleven, the Potters were surprised when there was a knock at their door. "Strange, Sirius isn't supposed to be here for another hour," Mr. Potter said.

"Maybe Orion got impatient," Mrs. Potter said.

Mr. Potter chuckled and stood up to check the front door. There was no impatient child with his two fathers, but instead a teenage boy who towered over fix feet, had broad, strong shoulders, and a friendly, pointed smile. Mr. Potter recognized him easily as a wolf. "Hello," the teen said, "I'm here to pick Harry up. I'm Cedric, Cedric Diggory."

"You're Amos's kid?" Mr. Potter asked.

"Yes."

"Ah, shame what happened to him," Mr. Potter said, shaking his head. "Are you living okay?"

"Yeah," Cedric nodded. "The mayor adopted me a couple weeks afterwards. He told me he wanted to adopt both me and Draco, but Draco's living arrangements were already sorted."

"That's right, the Malfoys were part of it… such a shame," Mr. Potter sighed. "Well, it all worked out in the end, I suppose. You said you were looking for Harry?"

"Yes, I told him that I would show him around town today," Cedric smiled.

"Yes, well he is in his room, though I don't know if he's up…he was playing his video games late into the night," Mr. Potter said. "He had an… eventful day yesterday."

"I heard about it," Cedric frowned. "Would you mind if I talk to him?"

"It won't hurt, I don't think," Mr. Potter said. "He's up the stairs and to your left, all the way down the small corridor."

"Thank you, Mr. Potter," Cedric smiled. "You have a lovely house by the way."

"Thank you," Mr. Potter hummed as he watched Cedric find his way up the stairs. Cedric turned left and went down the bare hallway that has yet been personalized. Stopping at the last door, he stopped for a moment and sniffed the air. Smelling of apricot and spice, Cedric smiled as he recognized the smell of Harry. He knocked on the door.

"Harry? It's me Cedric, can I come in?" he called out.

There was some movement and Cedric knocked on the door to see that it was unlocked and swung open a bit. "Harry, sorry about intruding," Cedric said, "I heard about—" He stared at the bed in front of him. The sheets were pooled around his waist, revealing the slim, perfect body of Harry Potter. His nipples were pushed out a little, innocently pink and waiting to be squeezed and tortured by a hungry Alpha. His stomach was lean, no sign of fat or muscles, just a smoothness that Cedric's perverted mind couldn't wait to fill out. He looked like an angel just woken up, his hair hanging in front of his eyes, his lips full as he yawned, and sleepy-emerald eyes staring out at Cedric through his glasses.

"What are you—"

"Sorry! You didn't answer, and the door was unlocked," Cedric said.

Harry frowned. "Sorry, come in… come in." He took the covers and covered his body. "Sorry… I sleep naked," he blushed.

"Nothing to be bashful about, so do I," Cedric winked at Harry.

Harry's blush turned into a frown. "You're a werewolf," he said.

"Yeah, I am," Cedric stated. He moved to Harry's chair by his desk and sat down. "Did not think that you would find out the way you did, though. How are you feeling, by the way?"

"I don't know."

"Well, that's not very helpful, is it?" Cedric tried to give Harry a playful smile, but it didn't work.

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "It's just that I have… I have…" His chest moved as he cleared his breath. "I have extreme anxiety. It's horrible, have to take pills for it. Some daily and some when I have an attack… everything I learned yesterday, Hogwarts and it's strangeness… werewolves and magic. It was too much. I couldn't handle it. I'm sorry, you must think I'm a weak loser now—"

"No I don't," Cedric said. "I think it's sweet that you opened up to me about that. Now I know to take it slow with you." He gave Harry a friendly smile. "So, let's take it slow. What do you want to know about?"

"I…werewolves are real," Harry said.

"They are," Cedric nodded.

"How?" Harry looked up at Cedric, his sheets falling and pooling around his waist again.

"I don't know exactly how… werewolves and magic has always been a thing at Hogwarts," Cedric explained. "This place… it's just magical. And that allows for people like us to exist."

"Draco said it has something to do with the ether—aether, I don't know, I couldn't process it," Harry said.

"Yeah, that's the technical explanation," Cedric nodded. "But we can go into that later, when you're more comfortable. Alright?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah…yeah good…" He looked up at Cedric. "Can you…can you turn your body?"

"Can I shift? Yeah, but I think I might be a bit too big here," Cedric chuckled.

"Then… how about a part of your body?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I can do that," Cedric nodded. He lifted his hand and concentrated. Harry gave a small gasp as the hand slowly morphed in front of him. Hair grew out, becoming a golden fur, the hand expanded in size, fingers curled together as claws started to extend from the tips. Pads started to appear until, at last, a wolf's front foot was where Cedric's hand was. "I can turn into a giant wolf, but also a wolfman, like those you see in movies, but I think that we'll start with the regular wolf."

"Woah…" Harry breathed out. The tight ball inside him gave a small jump, but Harry was able to ignore it. "Can I… can I touch?"

"Sure," Cedric chuckled. He stood up and walked to sit down next to Harry, making sure that the sheets still covered the boy's naked lower half. Harry moved his hand hesitantly towards Cedric's paw. "It's okay, take your time," Cedric whispered.

Harry nodded and continued to move his hand. His fingertips pressed against the pads of Cedric's paw and Harry jumped back. "Warm," he said.

Cedric chuckled. "Stroke my fur, it's the softest you'll ever touch."

He was right. Harry stroked the top of the paw and was amazed at how soft the golden fur was. It was indescribable. A small smile appeared as Harry continued to pet Cedric's paw.

"It's not so bad," Cedric smiled.

"No, it's not," Harry breathed.

Cedric moved his paw away and a second later his hand was back. Harry just stared in shock. Cedric chuckled and smiled softly at the boy. "It's very simple when you get used to it, like snapping your fingers," he said.

Harry just stared at the hand. "Harry?" Cedric asked. The boy looked up at him. His breath hitched as he stared now at the smoldering hotness of Cedric's eyes. "Can I take you out today?" he asked.

Harry found himself nodded. "Can it just be us?" he asked in a small voice. "I don't like getting crowded."

"Of course, pup," Cedric smiled.

"Pup?"

"My nickname for you, if you'll have it," Cedric said. "I like giving all my friends nicknames."

"Pup," Harry said again. It sounded kinky, but the boy found that he liked it. "Sure, yeah, I'll be your pup." He nodded.

"Good," Cedric said. He stood up from the bed and looked around the room. "Then I'll be waiting outside then. Don't keep me waiting, pup."

Harry watched as Cedric walked out of his room. His heart beating quickly, Harry's hand went to his chest. "Pup," he repeated. He never had a nickname before, and just saying it to himself and in his mind made Harry feel a little happy.

I hope he doesn't forget about me, when he gets to know me, Harry thought hopefully before he slipped out of his bed to get dressed.

A/N: Don't worry Harry! I'm sure you'll be Cedric's pup forever!

Rekboi: Here it is! And Aching are you? I'm sure we can relieve that ache ;P

AnnaMerteuil: Well they're technically together now.

DZ2:Thank you so much! I love this pairing as well, well I love Harry being the bottom of most men but anyway, and I just really wish there was more Cedric/Harry out there. It should be at least half as popular as Drarry.

Alice: Because new people and they're all excitable dogs