Harry's POV

By the time we reached the edge of the woods, the sun had gone down considerably. Antonio was, for the most part, completely calm and normal. Until we got to the end. He visibly relaxed, in a way. It was like his body slumped and he stopped carrying himself so highly. I got nervous for a moment and my step faltered. He looked over his shoulder and mumbled gruffly.

"Keep up." It wasn't like he was trying to sound respectful and not frightening. Now he was rude and uncaring. I did as he said anyway. No idea why exactly. But it would probably be better to listen to him instead of possibly getting into some sort of trouble.

Besides that little moment, and a complete change in character, everything was uneventful. Antonio was never a wizard, so we had to walk to a cottage that belonged to an elderly woman. We borrowed her fire place for the use of the floo powder that Antonio had concealed in a small gray pouch. I was in too much of a hurry to offer any sort of good byes.

I couldn't be sure exactly, with the rush that I felt after ward. But as I stepped into the green flames, I could have sworn that something touched me. Perhaps on the lower back, but I couldn't be sure. Still, when I shot out of the fire place at the Leaky Cauldron, I was shaking as if someone had in fact, touched me. It sent shivers up and down my spine, just to consider that happening.

Jesus, vulnerability sucks.

Fenrir's POV

I was really beginning to worry about Antonio. What if he was still with Harry when he changed? Or not in the forest? My worries were put to rest though. In my last few moments of being human, I saw Antonio come into view. We began the change into wolves before I had a moment to speak with him. It will have to wait until morning, but at least I know that Harry is definitely safe.

The POV of a death eater

The dark lord was throughly displeased. I could hardly understand why though. Ever since he came back to life, he had to regain much of his bodily functions. Like relearn how to speak properly. But when he screams like this, he can sometimes revert back to the spitting and misplaced syllables. Between words, I like something bad happened with the Order. In their search for the chosen one, they've managed to capture and convict several of the dark lord henchmen.

He's pissed that we've haven't managed to do anything. The Order has stepped up their security. They don't want any more kidnapings. It's bad enough they lost the chosen one. Especially when he's so important to us, already. The rancid smell of wet dog greeted my nose very suddenly. I knew I wasn't the only one because the other death eaters covered their noses and the dark lord eventually sniffed and winced, stopping his mindless ranting.

"Finally! Some good news." The dark lord growled. He looked at me and nodded toward the door, when the smell was coming from. I hurried to open it, despite the urge to choke. The disgusting mutt walked in as if he was one of us. But he bowed like the werewolf that he was.

"Dark Lord. The boy is free." For the first time in over a day, the dark lord smiled, revealing his tome stone like teeth.

"Good work, my henchman." Ugh, I wish his so called 'henchman' could be bothered to shower.

Harry's POV

I paid for my room without much trouble. I successfully hid my scar. But for some reason, many of the wizards thought that I smelled like a wet dog. I apologized many times and tried to stay away as much as I could. I don't know why they were complaining. Their the ones that smelled like dusty old attics. Actually, everything smelled like an attic. Damn near choked on the food they gave me. It was the same sort of shepherds pie and pumpkin juice that I usually order, but now it all tasted like the air smelled.

Still, I smiled and spoke when I needed to. I was more then glad to retire to my small room. I figured if I got to sleep quickly, then I won't have to consciously deal with this smell. Why had I never noticed it before? Did someone lite a joke stink bomb recently? Well when I wake up in the morning, none of it will matter. I have enough floo powder to get me back to the old womans cottage. I'm suppose to wait until a certain time, so someone will be there waiting for me. But I should be okay, as long as I wait there.

But the problem with my plan was that I had a terrible time getting to sleep. The sounds of this old building creaking kept me awake. Plus the smell, which was getting thicker somehow. Opening the window helped only a little. I had my head sticking out of it for a good hour until a bunch of wizards starting screaming some nonsense up at me. I had to pull back in, grumpy to have to deal with the smell.

Eventually, being exhausted, I did slip into a very uncomfortable sleep. I think the worst part about it was sleeping alone in a scratchy bed.

Not with Fenrir...

Fenrir's POV

During the full moon, my counterpart is active. Yes, being Alpha, I could assume my wolf's body when I wish, but during a full moon his mind is called forward. So in my mind, one second I'm standing to receive Antonio back to us. The next, I'm waking up to a cloudless blue sky, last night only a dream of a memory that wasn't mine.

From what I could call forth, the children dealt with the change fine, like most of them do. Antonio's wolf was particularly wild, no pun intended. He behaved as if celebrating something. But I knew that it had nothing to do with his character as a human, so I did nothing about it.

I sat up and stretched out my body. I felt a comfortable ache as I stood up. My body was loose from the change and joy-filled exercise my wolf experienced last night. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the smell of nature all around me. It always seemed somehow fresher right after the full moon. Our time and abilities as a wolf lingers for several days. So for a while, we will see and smell a little more sharply.

It wasn't long before I remembered Harry. Looking to the sky, I saw that it was around the right time for him to appear at the old womans cottage. She was a squib that helped my mother hide from the wizards. Because of their proximity to the forest, eventually my father ran into my mother. The old woman has been friends with us ever since, really.

The walk there seemed much longer then it should have been. Probably because with each step I was more and more aware of how much I missed Harry. It doesn't make much sense. Normally it would seem like an hour ago, I sent Harry off with Antonio. But honestly, it seemed like ages.

Why is Harry so different? I asked myself. I've found myself thinking about him more then anyone should. The fact that I'm an Alpha makes it even worse. I've never cared for others like this. He's not any nicer then others have been or any more entertaining really. Yet here I am, aching for his presence like a love-sick mate.

Glass shatters Oh my god! Mates! Could it possibly be? Harry's not a wolf yet but being an Alpha, I could easily be aware of such a bond. It explains how I've been behaving ever since I met Harry. I want to say that it might not be. Not jump to conclusions, you know. But it seems so likely, now that I'm thinking of it.

God, I need to shut up right now, even in my head. There is no way I'm mated with him. I'm probably just a little crazy over something. Besides, I won't risk hurting Harry that way. If I tell him that I'm having irrational feelings, he'll probably think I'm a disgusting pervert. I lost track of how old I am... Maybe... 20... 8? I might be 28 if not older. He's a good 11 years younger then me. A few more years and then I could have been his father! (it would be possible).

I shook the thoughts out of my head to the best of my ability. I can see the old womans cottage just ahead. Despite everything that happened over the last few minutes, I jogged up to the door and knocked lightly. Patiently I waited. I could hear her hobbling to the door, leaning on her cane too hard. I still hope that she doesn't fall, even though at some point it will be inevitable.

"Oh, come on it, Fenrir. You may have to wait a few minutes. I'm sure Harry will be along momentarily." She greeted me warmly as she usually did, should I come by. Instantly, I noticed something strange. She wasn't wearing her giant, ugly green pendant. The one she received from her grandmother, when she was a child. The one she only takes off a night.

As I thought through most of this, I detected a foul odor in the air. Much like the ancient smell of wizards. The magic they all carry, though never actually aging, smelled like it simply rotted. I pushed to my feet, sniffing the air and following the scent of wizard. This smell has been here far too long to be a wizard just showing up. I followed it out into the kitchen, where the old woman stood, staring out of a window. She turned to me with a smile.

"Yes, can I help you, Fenrir?" I don't remember her ever calling me by my name. It's pretty much always been 'deary' or some sort of endearing term. I glared down at the woman, knowing well that she might not be a woman.

"Where's Harry?" I asked before I could gain any control of myself. The woman smiled up at me...

I hope someone out there is appreciating this cliffhanger, LOL. Kind of just kidding. Please review and I'll post again soon, I promise.

A.N.