A New Life, For Better or For Worse

By: Chocola Emo Shizzle

Disclaimer: The only people I own on this are the people not in the books. Like Bella for instance. My creation. B3

A/N: Happy birthday to me! I decided as a treat for ya'll, I'd update. If I don't update as often as the first two, I apologize. I pretty much had a weekend off from work and now that I'm back to it, the updates won't be as consistent. But an update is good no matter what, right? Anyway! Please enjoy!


"He needs to go to a hospital Fenrir!" The woman screeched on the phone. He scowled and pulled the cell away from his ear. "If it was as bad as you said, that's where he needs to be!"

"No."

Curses flew forth from the phone. His eyes narrowed and he flipped the phone shut. He would get an angry call later, that was for sure. Or she'd show up at his house and help with the boy. He glanced at the boy that was in his bed. Could it have been just a couple of hours ago?

The boy was weak, his emerald eyes glowing faintly as he stared up at him. Fenrir could see that he wasn't going to remain conscious for long. "Who are you?" He whispered, voice cracking.

"Fenrir." But even before he had finished his name, the eyes were closed. He cursed loudly as he scooped up the boy, mindful of the numerous injuries on his small body. He frowned to himself as he quickly walked back to his car. This boy was very light. He was small, yes, but he should have weighed more than this for a boy around his age. Fenrir glanced down at the bundle in his arms, worry and concern flickering in the amber.

He quickly opened the passenger door and deposited the boy in it, locking the seatbelt before going over to his side. He got in and floored it, ignoring his own seatbelt in favor of helping the unconscious boy.

His first thought was a hospital, but he didn't know anything about the boy. The next best thing was his house seeing as he had tons of things there that could help the boy. He was loaded with medication stuff. He had dated a nurse for a while and she snuck him whatever he asked. Poor fool had fallen in love, only for Fenrir to loose interest in her.

Once he had arrived home he quickly brought the boy into his bedroom. He checked his pupils, his pulse, and his breathing before taking off the boy's shirt and pants. The boxers the boy kept on. He didn't let himself enjoy undressing the boy. The stranger was pretty, delicate looking. Fenrir knew he would find himself attracted to this younger man, but his mind right now was focused on helping him.

So he grabbed the bandages, the Neosporin, and anything else that could help him and began to patch the unconscious fellow up. He covered him up in his bed and headed to his kitchen, pulling out his phone to call Bella about this. He was going to have to take a few days off for sure. He smirked as he hit the speed dial.

He stared moodily at the boy. "What did you do to get their attention?" He grumbled to himself. "And where are you parents?" All the boy had with him had been a bag, which the boy had been clutching to himself so it hadn't been left behind.

This boy was a mystery- and Fenrir did so love mysteries.

With nothing else to do he headed into his bathroom.


A moan from the bed drew his attention. With one hand holding the towel to his waist, Fenrir abandoned his quest for clothes to walk over to the unconscious boy. His cold amber eyes looked the boy over, a wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows. Was it wise of him to let the boy rest? What if he had a concussion? Slowly he reached down to shake the boy, pausing just before he touched him. Wasn't this the part where the boy awoke just before he touched him? He chuckled at himself. Things like that only happened in books.

He grabbed the boy's shoulder and roughly shook him. "Hey!" He barked. "Wake up, kid!" The boy's dark green eyes snapped open and stared at him in an unfocused manner. One would have been uncomfortable clad only in a towel while being stared at in a dazed fashion by a stranger. Especially if the towel that clad strong muscled thighs was yellow and pink polka dotted. Fenrir only thought it made him look sexy.

Soon the eyes regained focus and a dark blush spread itself across pale cheeks. The unnamed boy blushed, causing Fenrir to smirk which caused the blush to worsen. He pulled his hand back slowly, allowing his touch to linger. "Hey kid," his voice gruff. "You okay? Those punks kicked the hell out of you. I was told to take you to the hospital, but I did a quick inspection of you and you look fine to me." Innuendo for sure.

The boy blushed darkly as he quickly averted his eyes. Well, not quick enough to stop his eyes from looking over the wet man in front of him. Fenrir knew himself to be attractive. Short silver-blonde hair, dark, sensuous eyes, a powerful build, and self-confidence that oozed with every appreciative glance thrown his way. The man couldn't keep himself from smirking as the eyes slid back to him, watching a droplet of water slid down his chiseled chest. Finally the eyes decided to remain on his face.

Too bad Fenrir took the opportunity to turn around, giving the boy an excellent view of his backside.

And what a backside it was!

Finally Fenrir left the room, entering his closet to pull on some clothes. Enough torturing of the poor boy, he thought with a laugh. He pulled on a snug fitting black shirt, some boxers that had Bugs Bunny on them, and a pair of loose cargo-pants. He was rubbing his short hair with his towel before tossing it onto the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, predatory eyes watching.

"What's your name, kid?"

The eyes that had been unprotected now grew guarded, emotions being locked away. "Why?" He asked, voice rather rough from no use.

Fenrir stood up. "Follow me." He told the kid as he headed out of the bedroom.

The young man took a quick glance around the room. The bed he has lying in was huge! It could easily fit him, the man, and two or three other people. Belongings in the room were sparse, so whatever the ones that were in there must be special. The curtains that hung in front of the windows were black and heavy, blocking all sunlight until it was twilight filtering in. The bed was covered in a thick comfort, forest green with a picture of a howling wolf on it. Upon quick inspection, the only things in the room either had wolves, the forest, or a full moon on them.

Properly spooked the boy stood up and scurried to catch up with the man that saved his life.

Fenrir was standing at the end of the hall, arms crossed over his chest. "Snooping?" He growled out.

The boy shook his head quickly. "No!" He protested. "I was just looking around the room." He winced. "No, wait, not like that. I just sat on the bed and looked around. That's all!"

The amber-eyed man resisted the urge to smirk again. This boy was really something. "I believe ya." He told him before turning around and continuing his saunter.

He entered the kitchen and headed towards the fridge. He opened it, pulling out a can of beer before glancing at the boy. He certainly looked to young to drink. But he had never been one for rules anyway. He held the beer out to the uncertain boy. "Beer? Don't have to drink it if ya don't wanna." The look the boy threw at him caused him to smile in return before setting the beer on the counter for himself. "Watcha want to drink? I have water, but its tap. I have beer, liquor, Root Beer, and milk. And orange juice."

The boy licked his lips. "Root Beer." Fenrir pulled out the bottle (Yes he has to be fancy and buy them in the glass bottles!) and handed it over. After an unsure glance at the cap, the businessman handed over a bottle opener. After it was quickly used, Fenrir slid it back into the drawer.

"Now. Q and A time. You wanna start us off kiddo?" He asked, popping open his beer and leaning against the counter to take a sip. His eyes watched the boy's every move like a large predator.

The stranger rubbed his finger around the top of the bottle before taking a sip. He closed his eyes, enjoying the flavor for just a moment. "What's your name? I heard Fen right before I passed out."

"Fenrir Greyback."

"Harry Potter. Where am I?"

"My house."

"Why'd you help me?"

"You needed it. Besides, if I had gotten a dent I would have needed your information." Another sip of the beer.

The boy was quiet for a moment, considering something. "What happened to those men?"

A shrug. "Your guess is as good as mine. Do you know why they were chasing you?"

Another blush found the boy's face. "I woke up to some pimp standing over me, intending to make me his whore. He didn't appreciate it when I got away. They were his minions I'm guessing and they chased after me."

"And they would have gotten ya too if not for me." The statement sounded more like a question.

Harry nodded. "Thank you." He said softly.

"No thanks is needed. Any decent person would have done it." A bitter laugh. "Too bad they are so few left in the world." Another sip. "Normally I don't include myself in petty pimp fights like I did with you. But to dart into traffic." A humorless laugh. "You must be either desperate or incredibly stupid." The boy's eyes glittered with anger. "How'd you get away from the pimp?" He asked.

Harry allowed himself a smirk. "Kneed him in the crotch and then shoved him while he was weak. Only took me a moment for all that and then I was off."

Fenrir chuckled. "Good for you, kiddo." He guzzled the rest of the beer and tossed the can into the trash can. He belched a moment later before heading out of the kitchen.

"Don't call me kiddo!" Harry protested as he followed him. "I'm not a kid!"

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

A snort. "You don't look eighteen, kiddo."

Harry scowled. "I don't eat every day like you. Nor do I have weights to lift." He had just spied some weights in the corner of the living room as they passed through it.

Fenrir stopped and turned around suddenly. "Why not? Is your mother not feeding you?" He questioned, voice growing with proctection.

Harry stopped. He didn't answer for a good minute. "Don't live with that woman."

"Your father then?"

"Dead." Came the harsh reply.

Silence. "My apologies for bringing up a difficult subject." Stiff.

Harry sighed. "Accepted. I don't live with anyone besides myself."

"You're a runaway then?"

The dark-haired man winced. "To put it bluntly..."

Fenrir frowned. "Why don't you get a job? A home?"

Harry scowled. "I didn't finish school."

"So you're a drop-out?" The voice was dry.

"Yes!" He hissed, emeralds flashing angirly. "But I didn't drop out! I was expelled for attacking another student! Is that what you want to hear? You pushy bastard!"

Amber flashed in return. "Don't talk to me like that!"

"I'll talk to however the hell I want to talk to you!"

Thump.

Harry panted angirly as he struggled against Fenrir. The older man had pinned him against the wall. Both pairs eyes flashed anger. "Geroff me!" Harry struggled, voice rough.

"Apologize." The word was frozen.

"No." A hiss.

"Mmph." Fenrir had pushed him harder against the wall. With his body pushing against another's in a very close manner and with the body he was pushing was very nice, his own body noticed. And responded accordingly.

Harry's face paled as he felt the thick arousal against his body. He glared heatedly up at the older man. "Get off."

"No." The anger was replaced with something else now. Lust. "I find this position to be... preferrable."

Harry's lips turned into an ugly scowl. He didn't respond. Fenrir ground into him, causing the boy to gasp.

Then he quickly pulled away, shame spread across his face for everyone to see. "Oh god." He murmured as he took a few staggering steps back. "I'm so sorry." Tears slowly dripped down from emerald eyes. Fenrir quickly looked away, moving back further and further. Harry slowly slid down the wall with no one to pin him to it.

No sounds escaped the boy.

"I'm not used to that position unless in a sexual one," Fenrir explained.

Harry winced.

"So I reacted like I normally would."

Silence.

"Please forgive me. I will stay away."

"I... I don't know if I can do that. I've known you for only a couple of hours and have been threatened with rape!"

Fenrir's eyes flashed. "I did not threaten you with rape!" He snarled. "I apologized and that is the only thing I can do!" Harry, instead of quivering like a child, quickly scrambled up, wiping away tears angirly. "No either accept it or leave!"

"Fine." The younger man growled out, quickly storming out of the room.

Fenrir growled loudly to himself before a large internal conflict waged itself in his chest. A boy who looks like that can get hurt in a ruthless city like this. But would he be safer with me? I am an animal as well, used to sating myself whenever. But a boy like him could have worse things done to him on these streets. With an angry roar he quickly went after the boy.

The boy owed him.

And Fenrir intended to collect.

A/N: Well that's the end of this chapter. 83 I couldn't help myself. I love it when things aren't hunky dory! Please review! Oh, and Amy told me to use more details and so I tried. Did I accomplish my goal?

Amy: Did I do enough details? Or should there be more? And thank you. -Blushes- I only updated fast because of the weekend off from work. So updates won't be as fast.

Ellie: Yeah, I agree with you. I can't imagine ever losing anyone like that. -Shudders- Hopefully we'll never have to experience that like poor Harry.

Andi: -Blushes some more- Thank you. I musn't get too much praise or my head will swell up the size of a coconut. And that is undesirable. XD

Lizzie: It pleases me to hear its a "good different". 3

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