ヒラギノ角ゴHarry's POV
The hallway I walked in was dark. I couldn't see anything and I was getting scared. I wanted to turn and run or just leave but somehow I kept walking. It was like my legs were controlled by someone else. Someone who needed to know what was at the end of the hall.
Deep in the dark, a beam of light cut through the black like a knife. It was too bright and it made my eyes hurt. My legs kept moving anyway. I came to an open door and stepped into the light, blinking against the pain. My forehead felt like it was splitting in two and it didn't help that I could hardly see through the light.
Eventually I got use to it though. Suddenly I was standing in the corner, watching a bunch of people in the room. Voldemort was sitting in a chair at the center of the room. As usual, he enjoyed his throne. Surrounding him were randomly placed death eaters. Many of which were just standing around. Depressingly wait to hear their masters next plot, no doubt. I noticed Lucius Malfoy standing by the fire place, staring into the flames. Nearby was another death eater who also stared into the fire. I didn't recognize his face but I knew he was of high standing. Low ranking death eaters wore the ugly skeleton masks.
"Master, I know the boy is a powerful werewolf now but I feel he is crucial to our plans." A deep voice spoke. I looked all around the room, searching for the owner. But it was like he was invisible.
"We will do it without the boy. He is out of my way and his fool of a mate still hunts me." Voldemorts raspy voice terrified me. My heart practically stopped beating and I fought back tears. I was so afraid. I don't like what I'm seeing but I know it must be real. Voldemort is so worried and agitated right now that he doesn't realize I'm dreaming his reality. I don't want to dream this. I wish I would wake up. Before I see something that will haunt me for months.
"But, my lord-" The deep voice began again.
"Enough!" Voldemort yelled, causing my faded scar so much pain that I cried out and fell to my knees. At the same time, one of the faceless low ranking death eaters fell as Voldemort tortured him. It was his voice I had been hearing.
"The boy will die on his own time! Until then you will use all forces necessary to kill any and all members of the order!" Voldemort screamed at the withering death eater. He was in so much pain, I doubt he heard a single word his lord said. All I know is that with each rage-filled word, I was cowering, desperately wishing I could escape this dream and escape the pain.
"My lord, I agree with him." The death eater I didn't recognize stepped away from the fire place. His voice was deep but gentle. There was something about him. It calmed the pain in my scar. He seemed like a person I could know and be friends with. He didn't give off the same vibes as a death eater. As different as he could be from his lord, this probably made him more dangerous, if anything.
"As you said, Greyback is still hunting. He took away the scouting party but there is still one more wolf out there. Because of this, I don't believe he intends on giving up. I think it would be safer if we took out his pack now. It may prevent any future alliances with the order, as they are common enemies." Voldemort lowered his wand arm. The one death eater cried quietly as he stood up. His frame kept shaking as he whimpered.
"That's true. The damn order was with him when he destroyed my manor!" The lights dimmed and I cried out as his fury filled the room even more. The one death eater wasn't phased at all.
"Then this is the perfect chance to have your revenge, my lord. Those disgusting wolves had no right trying to chase us away. They should be punished for their impotence." His deep voice became heavier and laced with acid. Voldemort closed his eyes and stroked his ugly bald head as he thought.
"This is true..." The death eater took several steps toward the wizard.
"And whats worse? They sent their traitor! That scum should suffer for daring to double cross you!" I needed to know who this man was. He was manipulating Voldemort too easily. The pack could have been safe if he didn't open his mouth. But god knows what his words are going to do to Voldemorts decisions.
"I still want the order dead." Voldemort mused. He sounded almost happy. Content. I wanted to heave.
"And you can have that, my lord. The death of the wolves are just as important as the orders. My advice is to focus on the wolves for now. Perhaps with their doom, it may frighten the order into making mistakes." I stood up, clenching my fists. When will this dream end? I don't know whether to be angry or scared anymore. Why can't they just stop? They are alive and obviously healthy. Why can't they just be happy to be alive and not in prison?
"Go ahead with that, my henchmen. Start with the traitor. I can hear him outside now." Voldemort hissed. I gasped and ran to the nearest window. Everything turned to slow motion. I couldn't get to the window fast enough. Just on the other side of the window pane was a wolf. It was Antonio, I knew it. And he had heard everything.
He didn't see me though. He couldn't! I watched as Antonio turned and ran, faster then any wolf I've seen. The room filled with black smoke as death eaters apparated out of the room. I looked around helplessly, wishing there was something I could do to stop them. The room was completely empty except for Voldemort himself.
"Revenge will certainly be sweet." His raspy voice made me turn. I froze in absolute horror as I realized his eyes were staring directly at me. I stared with my mouth hanging open and everything.
"Don't worry, puppy. I will be saving you and your husband for last." His words slowed and the room fell apart. Almost literally. The colors drained as the images blurred and drained as well. In a matter of seconds, the dream disappeared and everything turned to black.
Antonio's POV
I'm a moron. An absolute moron. I should have been more careful. Now the death eaters are after the pack. They chased me for the better part of a day, but they also gave up easily. I wasn't the main priority and they knew where the priority was. My pack isn't safe. Neither is my mate. Goddammit, Antonio! You are undoubtedly a moron!
I ran as fast as I could but I knew it wasn't going to be fast enough. Those crumby wizards can disappear from one place and reappear at another. I need a miracle. We all need a miracle right now but I'm the only one who knows it.
As I ran through a dense forest, a shot of white caught my attention. I stopped as soon as I registered what it was. At my feet, a large white owl perched on a rock. Tied to it's leg was a very thin scroll. I instantly turned human and had it in my hands.
Antonio, It read. I was wrong to send you away. You must return to the pack immediately. David has become severely ill and needs you desperately. Come home now and do not attack Voldemort. The note was signed with a miniature paw print. Congratulations, Antonio. You have reached moron capacity.
I quickly turned the note over and swiped my fingers in some mud. I streaked the back of the note with it and retied it to the owls leg. He flew off into the air and I shifted back into a wolf. He might not be fast enough to reach the pack in time but he'll do it in half of my time without a doubt.
I prayed he would be fast enough.
Fenrir's POV
I cradled Harry to my chest and simply held him. Holding his sleeping body was a relief. I listened to his steady breathing and watched his chest rise and fall. His scent was less sickly. His skin was no longer gray and his hair looked full and healthy. I couldn't resist nuzzling his hair, inhaling his scent. He wasn't the perfect picture of health he was two weeks ago but the simple rest certainly helped.
I let the sun warm us both. The blanket I grabbed was little more then a sheet and it was loosely draped over our hips, to hide nudity. Otherwise, we were naked to the sun. One of my hands caressed his stomach carefully, softly. The swell was getting bigger by the day. I could sense life beneath my fingertips easily. Our pups were healthy, despite what their mother had endured. Somehow I couldn't resist smiling and humming my delight.
Harry suddenly shifted in my arms. Only slightly. I paused and watched his face. For the most part he seemed okay. But his eyebrows were slightly pinched together, barely even noticeable. I raised my hand from his belly to touch his face. It was reaction to me. Second nature. Harry has bad dreams. We all do. But Harry's bad dreams are usually so terrible, he could have trouble sleeping for the next few days. Even though he rarely told me what his nightmare was about, there was still something I could do about it. My touches were usually enough to send the bad dreams away. It wasn't the case today.
Every few moments Harry shifted, occasionally letting out scared whines and whimpers. His hands twisted into the sheet and clenched hard enough to turn his knuckles white. His face contorted with pain as his lips formed a cruel grimace and I heard a deep groan of pain.
"Harry? Wake up, Harry. It's just a dream, love. Wake up, my mate and come back to me. It's only a dream." I said loudly as I shook his shoulders, carefully. I didn't want to pull on any hurts or even harm the baby but Harry needed to come out of that nightmare. I just couldn't watch him suffer anymore!
Harry did wake. He woke up soon, bolting upright. He grabbed my arms with surprising strength as his mouth opened to form a loud scream. But nothing came out. He tried vainly to scream in absolute terror at whatever it was he dreamed and he was too frightened to even make a sound. I pulled him onto my lap and cradled his body again so I could rock him back and forth. It took a little while but soon, torn up sobs broke the silence and Harry cried harder then I ever believed possible.
"Oh god, Fenrir! I s-saw... Voldemort... He k-knew... Going t-to hurt... p-pack!" His words were broken by his sobs. I could barely catch certain words.
"Harry, slow down. I don't understand, love." I whispered to him. My arms were all but crushing him to my chest but I knew it wasn't hurting him. If anything, it comforted my crying mate. He gasped several times for air and forced out words through the sobs.
"I saw V-Voldemort in a dream. H-he's going to attack the pack. Antonio is coming back but the death eaters will get here first." It was my turn for my jaw to drop in surprise. Harry cried as he pushed me away. He stood up, ignoring the fact that he was as naked as the day he was born. He found our clothes and tossed mine at me as he pulled on his pants.
"We h-have to go back n-now! N-no one is safe right now." Harry hiccupped and sniffed through his words. He was dressed by the time I pulled on my shirt.
"How do you know…?" I mumbled, confused. Harry was scooping up the blankets while he waited for me to finish getting my clothes on.
"I have a mind link with Voldemort. It happened when he tried to kill me the first time-"
"What?" I growled upon hearing this. Okay, its not exactly news to me that Voldemort has tried to kill my mate several times but I always react badly when hearing about it.
"Yes, you know the story. He died trying to kill me when I was a baby. Most people don't know is that part of his soul had latched onto mine. Because of it, I can read his thoughts and he can read mine. But we have had the connection blocked off to each other for so long that I forgot I even had it." Harry explained quickly, all but running back toward the caves, holding onto me.
"Forgot? Something like that?" I whispered, suddenly afraid for my mate. I had no idea... Voldemort could have seriously hurt him at any time and no amount of my protection would have helped him.
"Yes. I'm sorry, but we can't get into it right now." Harry stopped and held my right hand in one of his with the bundle stuffed under his other arm. "Fenrir, our family is in danger. Our pack is being threatened. We have to do something."
Harry's beautiful green eyes sparkled. I could see everything in them. Fear. Determination. Anxiety. Love, as well as hatred. I knew in that single second that I had to listen to him. I trust Harry with my life, my heart and now it was time to trust him with my pack. Our pack. I took a breath and held his one hand between mine.
"What would you have me do, love?" I asked. Harry didn't hesitate.
"Run."
Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in forever. I had to replace my old laptop and it took me a few weeks to get the new one. Well anyway, I hope this makes up for lost time. Please review!
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