Chapter 11 Chosen Mate
I do not own anything Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.
Later that evening as night approached Remus sat in the chair beside the head of Hermione's bed. Where he was only allowed to watch over her fevered form while the twins and Levi lay with her moping her brow with a cool wet cloth and they would growl at Remus every time he tried to get closer to Hermione or offered to help.
Dark thoughts began to run through Remus' head. He understood why he was forbidden to touch her. She, now being freshly mated, and her body changing and all like that, but it started to grate on his nerves that the child … no, young woman whom he would have been caretaker of, had she been home at headquarters the way she was meant to be! Now, he was not even permitted to tend to her!
Remus wanted to stun those annoying twins and that Levi, grab Hermione and apparate away with her. To take her to HQ where he could tend to her himself to make sure she received proper care.
No, that would not be right Moony kept reminding him that she needed her Alpha her, mate by her side, not just one of her friends.
No! Just, no that would cause a world of trouble, and then he would be killed for kidnapping the Alpha's mate!
Yeah, that would not be pretty, it would bring a completely different war down on the Order of Phoenix's shoulders, and very few would live through that ordeal and not come out a new member of the pack!
He was such a bad boy! Thinking such things like that. Remus shook his head to try to clear such thoughts away.
With a sigh, Remus stood and moved closer to the bed only to be growled at again.
"Is it really necessary to fuss at me when I'm only standing?" Remus huffed.
Kalvin narrowed his eyes at Remus and continued to cool Hermione's face and neck.
"Yes, I find it necessary to fuss at you Remus." A sharp, husky, voice answered from the doorway.
Fenrir.
Standing there in all his glory barefoot a towel over his shoulder. No shirt on with a tray of soup and bread.
"I don't trust you not to try to kidnap my little mate!" Fenrir growled, and Remus cringed a little.
Remus started to protest as Fenrir began undressing but Fenrir held up a hand to halt his words.
"Do not take me for a simpleton, pup! To lie to me now would only cause yourself to be banished from my land, and from your friend." Fenrir growled again lowly pointing to Hermione. It seemed that Fenrir was incapable of doing anything but growling at Remus.
Remus merely dropped his head, he had after thought to take her away, to care for her himself.
Fenrir scooped Hermione unto his arms and scooted her over in the bed. She wore a plain pair of cotton knickers and Fenrir' s tee-shirt which sported wet spots on the chest from where she had fevered and sweet soaked it through. Her sweet sent filled the room.
Fenrir allowed his jeans to hit the floor and climbed into bed beside his mate naked as the day he was born.
"Leave us Remus, we all need rest and I wish to be alone with my mate. Kevin will show you to your room." His voice left no room for arguing and Remus rose to his feet to leave, only to stop at the foot of the bed.
He watched as Fenrir snuggled down in the covers and pulled Hermione as close to him as he could get her and buried his nose in her hair, so he could breathe in the scent that was his mate.
Yes, Remus could see she would be safer here, and well cared for. He only hoped that he would be allowed to be part of her life.
Harry Potter would shit solid gold dragon eggs when he found out Hermione would not be returning!
"Can I see her when she wakes?" Remus asked almost afraid of a rebuff.
"Course, if you can behave." Came the muffled reply.
Remus left the room and went to Prepare a missive for Albus so that he would understand the situation.
Perhaps, Charlie could go with Ronald and Harry horicrux hunting, the bloke was certainly smart enough too.
Quietly, Remus closed the door on the resting couple, one of the twins came toward him, Kevin he assumed.
Bugger if he could tell 'em apart!
"I'll show you to your room for the night, you will leave tomorrow night at sun set." Kevin's voice was strained and his tone frosty as he fought to be pleasant to Remus; Mooney flashed to the surface and growled before Remus could regain control of himself.
Kevin twirled around to face his aggressor and snarled back at him.
"Are these your orders pup? Or do they come from the Alpha?" Remus's voice was low and growly, and it took practice to be able to understand the gruff language.
"Alpha's orders mutt! The Master needs time with his mate alone without worries of outside threats within our camps to bother us!" Kevin crouched down ready to fight, apparently, Remus was not the only one sporting for a fight.
Think …of… Hermione! Remus chanted to himself as he took deep breaths.
The fighting would only frighten Hermione and he did not wish to scare her.
With great effort, Remus straightened and inclined his head in agreement to the terms Kevin had given him. And opened the door to his room for the night.
Before he shut the door, he glanced over his shoulder at Kevin and spoke.
"As much as I'd rather fight, Hermione's health is my main priority, and I concede the point that she is safer here, but I shall return to her often as I can manage when it is safe enough to get away. For now, I require the use of an owl." Remus proceeded to close the door, so Kevin replied quickly.
"Open the window and whistle!" and then the door clicked shut in his face.
Quickly Remus penned a letter to Dumbledore.
Albus,
I have located Miss Granger!
She is safe but unable to return to us.
I shall explain when we next meet.
Remus
Just as dawn broke over the sky, Hermione began to awaken.
Fenrir rose from the bed, to relieve himself and slip on some shorts for the sake of his mate's modesty.
"Morning little one, let's get you in a hot bath, eh? You'll feel lots better in no time."
Hermione groaned and rolled over to the side of the bed legs hanging over the side, but unable to convince herself to sit up.
Therefore, like the good mate he was, Fenrir took it upon himself to scooped up in his arms and carry her to the loo.
Fenrir stopped in front of the toilet wrinkled his brow in thought then lowered Hermione to her feet and put the seat down on the toilet, then maneuvered Hermione till she was ready and seated on the pot. He continued to pull her… his shirt out of the way so that it would not get in her way.
Once he was sure she would not fall off he went to the large bathtub and started to fill it with water that was just a little too hot! He added the potions to the water; it would help ease her aches for a time.
When Fenrir turned around Hermione stood on shaking legs where she had flushed the loo. He smiled gently taking her arm having just rid himself of his only clothing and leading her over to the tub and peeling the offending t-shirt from her body, against her protest letting it fall to the floor, as he led her to step into the tub with him lowering them into the hot water.
Having been through this routine countless times before and left feeling weak and shaky from her bout of sickness Hermione just couldn't find it in her to put up much protest. Besides it felt nice to have the roles of care taker reversed for a change.
Hermione settled in against Fenrir's strong chest and allowed her mate free rein to care for her. The fuzzy feeling started to abate from her mind her fever breaking from the potions bath. With it came the realization that she had peed with a man in the room, and had shown no shame of it at the time… now, as her mind cleared she began to become self-conscious of more than just her bodily functions, but her bodies reactions as well, to the strong hands that were running over her skin cleansing it of the evidence of her sickness.
Fenrir took few liberties as he washed his mate just enjoying the feel of her supple body as he washed her flushed skin, his own body reacting to her nearness, but he was male that was just the way things worked.
Fenrir noticed the change in Hermione's body language, and came to the conclusion that with her mind clear, her modesty had returned and decided that he would spare her the embarrassment as much as he could and pulled them from the bath wrapping a towel around her and draping one around his own hips out of habit and with a gentle hand on her back, lead Hermione from the bathroom.
"Let's get you fed little lamb." His voice was deep and warm, and Hermione sighed; it was nice to hear his voice, the morning had been rather quiet.
Hermione's voice was rough from sleeping so long.
"I'm famished!" she managed much to Fenrir's delight.
He chuckled as he pulled out clothes for them both to wear.
"Come, we shall eat in the dining room today."
Hermione slowly reached for the hand Fenrir offered her and they proceeded to the dining room in their suite, where the others were already eating.
Kevin, Kalvin, Levi and … Remus.
The sound of hungry men echoed around the room.
"…pass the bacon."
"… give me a biscuit."
"… orange juice or apple juice?"
Silver ware scrapped plates as they ate and talked amongst themselves.
"Morning boss!" called Levi from across the room.
" 'ermio!" she smiled at the greeting as Fenrir continued to pull her to their seats.
Sitting her to his right and beside Levi instead of to his left beside Remus.
It was obvious to everyone the distrust they had for poor Remus as far as Hermione was concerned.
Remus just smiled slightly and ignored it.
"Hermione dear, how are you feeling?" Remus inquired, and then took another bite of his eggs, which he swirled around in his gravy along with his home bread, as he usually did.
Hermione was a bit distracted at first as she watched both Fenrir and Levi pile food on her plate quickly. Her first instinct was to object, but then her stomach reminded her just how hungry she really was, so instead of complaining she grabbed up her fork, then glanced up at Remus with a smile.
"With my hands of course!" she replied brightly and took a bite moaning as her taste buds exploded with flavor.
Hermione glanced up as she took another bite trying not to shovel her food in as quickly as possible; Remus was frozen with his fork half way to his mouth. Eyes wide staring at her, the noise from everyone else quieted down just slightly so they could pay attention to what was happening between Hermione and Remus?
Then she just could not resist ruffling Remus's … fur a little further.
Therefore, with a straight face she added to her comment just as Remus had finally eaten the bite of food he had been holding in front of his nose, and turned to his juice taking a huge gulp.
"Actually, this morning I'm feeling with Fenrir's hands." Her voice lowered huskily at the end of the sentence and Remus sprayed the table with apple juice.
Levi and the twins guffawed, and Fenrir had the biggest grin split his face as he chortled proudly, then proceeded to thump Remus on the back good naturedly until he quit coughing.
"Merlin's saggy ball sack 'ermione!" Kevin chocked out.
"You nearly gave 'em a heart attack you did!" Came Kalvin's reply.
Poor Remus looked scandalized, mouth agape eyebrows rose high.
"Miss Granger!" Remus stuttered out. Hermione giggled, and a wide grin split her face.
"Yes Professor?" She asked innocently.
Remus huffed clearly ruffled by the small induo … really he was over reacting.
"You've been spending too much time with those twins!" he hissed.
Kalvin made an indignant noise while Kevin tried to defend them.
All the while, Hermione stuffed herself and when her plate was empty, she had seconds as the twins spoke in that special way that twins do.
"Hey, we resent that…"Kevin began.
"We didn't teach her…" Kalvin picked up.
"To think dirty thoughts…" Kevin added.
"And then tell you about it!" Kalvin finished miffed that the older werewolf would even think such a thing. Besides, if they had taught her such things they would have proudly admitted to it! He huffed for good measure.
Finally, Remus seemed to recover himself, but it was Hermione who answered for him.
"He means the Weasley twins." She managed around a bite of bacon.
Remus noticed Hermione's appetite had grown. With the changes accruing with in her body, she would need the extra nutrients.
"She already has a set of twins?" Kalvin pouted with a dejected look on his face.
"We'll just have to make her like us more!" declared Kevin with a sausage link pointed at as she smiled at him.
Everyone had relaxed, and conversation flowed easily as they all finished their breakfast. That is until they were interrupted by a horrible screech that gave the same effect as running fingernails down a chalk board as a frightful looking creature smashed into several of the breakfast dishes and did a little flip-flop before righting itself and shaking both of its ugly little heads then hopping over to Fenrir and sticking out its leg for Fenrir to take the missive from it.
Disgruntled, Fenrir too the missive and the… creature bounded over to Remus both heads cocking in different angles as it screeched again and dove happily into Remus's plate.
Remus pushed back into his seat both hands up in the air out of reach but ready in case he had need to fend the bird like creature off.
"What is that?" Hermione and Remus chorused together as the others snickered all eyes on the bird thing.
"McNair!" Fenrir explained.
"He fancies himself the mad scientist and likes to cross breed creatures and sometimes ends up with beast such as…well that!" Fenrir gestured to the two-headed bird. He frowned as he read the missive. He was not happy about this interruption, but it was important that he play the part.
With a sigh, he threw the paper on the table and stood catching Hermione's attention.
"I must leave pet."
At first Hermione was confused. Then… comprehension dawned in her lovely honey eyes and she staggered to her feet in panic bringing the other occupants of the table up with her in case she needed to be restrained.
"What? No! No, no, no not there!" she cried all eyes watched as Fenrir wrapped his arms around a distraught Hermione and started to walk her back toward their bedroom when Remus made to follow he was stopped by Kevin's strong hand on his arm.
Remus pursed his lips but nodded his head so the three men at the table started cleaning up breakfast, but when a house elf popped in they decided to occupy themselves with the two-headed bird that was pecking at the candle sticks in the center of the table.
It took some fancy wand work and a few less feathers but they finally got the beast out of the dining room window.
Fenrir sat on the side of the bed with Hermione standing between his legs crying as he held her snug against his body and petted her.
The potions were wearing off and leaving her strung out and emotional.
"I must go, but I shall return as soon as I'm able." Fenrir stated firmly. He had to be firm or else he would strip them both naked and snuggle her into the bed and not come out until she felt better! For now, that was not an option, though it was exactly what he wanted to do.
Hermione was unable to speak. She did not understand her feelings or how to cope with them, instead she hiccupped a little sob and remained quiet. Fenrir, as in most circumstances, seemed to understand.
"I know you're confused and emotional due to the changes happening, normally I would not leave you to go through this without me by your side, but it is necessary, and I will leave Levi to care for you while I'm away. When I return then Remus may visit again. However, only while I am here! He is not permitted to visit otherwise! Understand?" His voice was quiet, but firm and reassuring.
Hermione did like that Remus couldn't visit until Fenrir returned and voiced her opinion on the matter. Understanding Fenrir's side of things though she conceded his point without much fuss. She was, after all, safer here.
"I understand." she whispered and draped herself over his shoulder her arms around his neck her face hid in the crook of his neck and her body quieted down. She had come to depend on Fenrir in some way in the month that she had been here. She felt safer with him around, somehow.
Fenrir's strong arms held his mate reassuringly and he relished the fact that his scent calmed her body.
He rose to his feet as a knock sounded at their bedroom door.
"Enter." He called and wrapped his arms from around Hermione as Remus entered the room.
Fenrir narrowed his eyes at him but gave a nod of permission to come closer.
He would let him visit for a moment, but the pup was leaving as he did! So that he knew, there would not be any trouble with the sneaky order member.
At Fenrir's nod, Remus crossed the room to Hermione and opened his arms for her to walk into them, and she did.
He rested his cheek on her head as she sniffled.
"There, there now, all will be well soon enough. You will see. Soon, you will be feeling better and be out fighting with the rest of these mutts! It'll be like old times again!" Fenrir's head snapped up and narrowed his eyes.
"You taught her to fight!" he accused tightly.
Hermione squeezed Remus, then released him, giving him a watery smile. He returned the smile and then confessed to the accusation.
"Yes, well someone had to make sure the three of them stood some sort of a chance in the wilderness!" Remus had been a bit miffed that Albus had even agreed to Hermione joining the young wizards on their mission. Nevertheless, Albus insisted that they would not survive without her, so he held his peace and did his part to help them be ready.
Fenrir on the other hand was reluctant to admit that the pup had done well in teaching the young cubs to protect themselves, so having sat down to put his boots on he rose and paced over to the table across the room and started rearranging some of the potions that sat there.
Hermione who had been watching every move Fenrir made was admiring how his shirt flared out around his firm chest being caught by the gust of air produced from his quick steps around the room. Her arousal started to fill the room causing Fenrir and Remus to turn toward her, with nostrils flaring taking in her scent, when she suddenly burst into tears, just as poor Levi entered the room.
Yeah, it was never a good thing when a woman burst into tears at the sight of you!
A look of sympathy passed over Levi's face as he strolled across the room to Hermione as he spoke to Fenrir, all the while giving Remus the stink-eye!
No one could say that he wasn't talented at multitasking.
"Twins are ready." Fenrir looked at Levi as he climbed on the bed and situated himself so that he sat with sniffling Hermione between his legs, still glaring at Remus every time he tried to move closer.
Fenrir smiled as he watched Levi attempt to comfort Hermione. It was not that Fenrir was insensitive to what his mate was going through just that he expected the mood swings and sometimes you must let them work through the confusing feelings on their own.
"Did they shrink the tent?" We maybe a few days before we make it back." Fenrir warned.
"Yup, got the tent shrunk just waiting for your lazy ars… er behind!" Levi corrected quickly gazing down at Hermione's head a little panicked.
Fenrir growled playfully at Levi as an anxious Remus could do nothing but stay standing by the wall and watch… with trepidation… that is unless he wanted to return to Head Quarter with a hand missing, and in need of medical treatment to remove his wand from the depths of his bowels!
Hermione tried desperately to shrug off Levi's hands as they moved over her arms in a comforting manor, so Fenrir retrieved a potion from the table and stood in front of Hermione grasping her by the chin and looking into her eyes as Levi held her in a tight embrace…
"Wait what are you giving her?" Remus protested anxiously.
"Quite!" barked Fenrir.
"… but, but…" but it was too late; Fenrir had already tipped the potion down her throat!
The affects were almost immediate.
Hermione's body began to relax, a goofy grin spread across her face, and she giggled.
Fenrir and Levi shared a wide-eyed look then turned to Remus. Hermione was not supposed to go … silly!
"Calming draught?" Remus asked with an exasperated huff at the nod he received. Remus just shook his head.
"Well, I did try to warn you. Now, you'll just have to deal with her drunken state, until she passes out! She has peculiar reactions to calming draughts!"
"Severus suggested we only give her mild sedative instead of a common house hold calming draught. Hah! Since you refused to listen to me the first time I will warn you again. Watch her closely, don't let her roam around, and the next few days she'll be as hateful as a horntail in heat!" He groused causing Hermione to giggle again.
"Grrumpy!" she managed.
"Yes!" He snapped at her. "I'm grumpy!" Remus huffed and stalked over to Hermione who was still in the same position she was in when she had been force fed the potion with a little smile on her face. The only difference was that Levi's grip now supported her limp body to keep her from sliding out into the floor.
"I'm taking my leave my dear; I'll come back in a few days to check on you!" Remus told her as he bent over and kissed her on top of the head.
"Bye, bye." She chimed and wiggled her fingers lazily in his direction in an attempt to wave fare well to him.
Remus smiled down at her. "Bye, bye."
"Remember, she's pissed don't let her near any water by herself! We wouldn't want her to drown, now would we?"
"Good day." Was Remus's last parting words, as he strolled out of the room and toward the apparition point.
Fenrir and Levi shared a look of amusement at the little witch, as she attempted to make her mouth twitch back and forth, as if she had an itch.
"Mm hungry." She mumbled out. Levi gave a snort and disentangled himself from her to get more food.
"That, I can handle luv." He chuckled and then he was gone.
Hermione looked Fenrir over with a critical blurry eye as she swayed slightly from side to side.
"Merlin you're beautiful." She sighed as Fenrir smirked. Oh yeah, she was totally pissed.
"As are you darling." He cooed, reaching down and grasping the hem of her shirt he pulled it slowly up and over her head.
Fenrir could hear her heart rate accelerate as she stood up wobbling slightly, putting her hand on his chest for balance.
While Fenrir shrugged off his shirt, Hermione admired his maleness, sliding her hands over his body freely admiring how the muscles twitched when her hands slid across them.
Taking her wondering hands one at a time, Fenrir slid them into the sleeves of the shirt he had just taken off, and then buttoned it up, proceeding to roll the sleeves up so that it would not cover up her hands.
While he was busy with one hand the other would run over his body, up and down his chest, over his side, and down … down until he felt her grasp a handful of his ass and give a firm squeeze! Fenrir's eyes darkened with lust as Hermione moaned while squeezing his rear again.
He was sure to have blue balls before he returned to her from this trip! Tilting her head up he kissed her long and slow, she moaned again, her womanly sent filling the room. Fenrir moaned at the scent of her and his prick gave a throb as if it would burst from his britches, and claim her all on its own without his help.
With a sigh, Fenrir forced himself to pull away from her, capturing her wandering hands so that he could try to show some semblance of control since she was…. well inebriated he wanted to show some form of restraint although his body wanted nothing more than to claim her right then and there! Throw her on the bed, driving himself into her heat until she passed out from pleasure and then some!
Ah, a distraction! Levi came bouncing through the door with trays of food floating behind him and a picture of water which bumped into his head when he stopped to suddenly to take in Hermione's state. Which was, she was swaying back and forth not able to stand still on her own, as if she were on a boat?
"Right then, picnic style looks to be the best choice for dining here." He spoke mostly to himself as he grabbed a quilt off the nearby chair and spread it on the floor and rushed about placing pillows to make sitting more comfortable.
Meanwhile, Fenrir wrapped Hermione in his arms for one last kiss before he left.
Fenrir decided he needed one last feel of his new bride's delicious warmth before leaving, and he delighted in her gasps and moans, when he rolled his hips against hers.
"We will finish this when I return." He whispered and gave her a squeeze as Levi wrapped one arm around Hermione's waist taking her hand in his leading her to the little brunch he had gathered.
The look of almost panic that Hermione shot over her shoulder at Fenrir was almost his undoing. Besides he did not have a dark mark it is not as if the evil bastard could track him down. Yet, with a deep breath, he stilled his nerves and instincts to cater to his changing mate. It was important that he keep his cover in this war.
"I shall return soon pet, Levi will tend to you until I return." Fenrir met Levi's eyes as he spoke his next words.
"You know what to do if she misbehaves." Fenrir's voice was stern. Levi dropped his head and when his eyes met Fenrir's, once again Fenrir could read the determination in the set of his Beta's body. He gave Fenrir a curt nod. A small up tilt of his lips showed he was pleased with the answer Levi gave him.
"Good." then he was gone.
With a sigh and a frown, Hermione stumbled over to the blanket just as her stomach growled again. If she had been in a state of mind to comprehend the conversation that had just flowed between Fenrir and Levi she would have thrown a fit at being treated as a child! Yet as it was the exchange passed right by her this time.
Her mind was so fuzzy that she could not think of anything except that she was a little dizzy and starving! The only problem was … she could not seem to get her arms and hands to function precisely the way she wanted them to.
Levi smiled down at Hermione, scooped her up off her face, and settled her against the pillows.
"There, there now darling, let's feed you up a bit, the changes take a lot out of ya." He cooed at her. Somewhere, in the back of her brain a voice told her that she should be protesting to the babying she was receiving, but she just could not really bring herself to care, now. For he had said something about food, and as long as she got it, she really did not care how it occurred as long as it made her stomach stop trying to eat her backbone!
Seeing her relaxed bonelessly, Levi decided to take it upon himself to feed her before she passed out.
For about ten minutes, she ate for him without moving from her spot, after she finished and drank her water her eyes drooped.
"Wolfie," Levi called. A few moments later a house elf popped in wearing a toga like covering.
"We're done here, I think." Levi glance at Hermione as her eyes shut and then snapped open again; she was adorable trying not to fall asleep.
The elf snapped his fingers and their lunch vanished.
Levi climbed to his feet tossing pillows on the bed before he went to pull Hermione to her feet.
"Alrighty pumpkin let's get ya ready for a nap." She was going to need to sleep a lot for a while. Since, the full moon was only a couple of days away she would not have to suffer for many more days.
Poor thing.
He just hated that she would be ill for so long, but he would support her and care for her until his master returned to take over. Levi knew that had their rolls been reversed, Master Fenrir would have taken care of his mate if he had been the one that was left with no choice but to leave her while her body went through the changes and fevers. He could see the pain in his master's eyes as he walked away from his new bride.
He almost felt sorry for whoever had the privilege of being in his master's presence for they were certain to catch the brunt of his rage and anguish for having to leave his ill mate.
Levi maneuvered Hermione over to the side of the bed, trying to keep the little woman from toppling over before they got there. Her legs seemed to have turned into Jell-O, therefore, allowed little support.
Levi having to support Hermione with his own body, her back to his chest and his chin on her shoulder in an attempt to hold her still. As he reached around one hand splayed on her abdomen, helping hold her, with the other hand he tried to unbutton her jeans, but she decided that now would be a good time to put up a struggle.
"No, no, no. "She sang. Levi rolled his eyes and tried using both hands to accomplish his task as she wiggled trying to get away from him.
"Now Mr…." she trailed off not remembering his name.
"Levi, princess it's Levi." He said softly for he was close to her ear and did not want to hurt her. "Mr. Princess you are being… "She paused for a moment searching for the right word. "Naughty." She slurred. Levi snickered and started pushing her jeans from her hips.
"No Precious, I'm not being naughty. We are gonna take a nap, so you will start feeling better. Remember? I'm just gonna take care of you till Fenrir gets back m'kay?" he kissed her cheek and then shimmied her jeans down her thighs. Not waiting until her jeans were completely off, she began crawling over the side of the bed with them still clinging to the calves of her legs.
Levi snickered but wrestled the stiff fabric free, tugged the blankets out from under her, he then shed his own jeans and climbed into the bed beside Hermione. She sighed into the sleeve of Fenrir's borrowed shirt as she snuggled into the pillows on her belly.
Levi was pleased that his master had finally chosen a mate, after all of these long years and gave a soft smile to the young woman who had stolen Fenrir's heart with her feisty attitude and spunk. Then he pulled her closer tucking her small frame against his bare chest under his chin and kissed the wild curls that lay there.
"Sweet dreams, precious." He mumbled chuckling as her soft snore met his ears. Soon, he joined her in slumber. He was gonna need his rest to take care of his Masters changing mate. He just hoped she did not lose her temper and bite him that would only serve to piss him off.
The Trip
Fenrir stood in front of the magical camp. Kevin and Kalvin had set out to get fire wood, although it was a wizarding tent, therefore, magical the boys enjoyed the chance to get away from Fenrir and his dark mood. Preferring to build a camp fire the muggle way, and laze about till bed time roasting meat on sticks just for the fun of it.
Fenrir on the other hand was in a foul mood forced to leave his changing mate to cater to the whims of a psycho! The sooner that boy-wonder killed the Dark Lord the better off everyone would be.
Just the thought made growls rumble in his chest. With a loud 'pop' Fenrir disapparated to Malfoy manor. Yes, someone was going to catch the brunt of his wrath.
In a large ball room, on a dais, sat a throne like chair. A comfortable throne like chair, after all this is the new age.
A soft cushion was the seat and the back rest had firm yet comfortable support, serpents intertwined up and around the chair from the legs, up the arms, till they met just over the owner's head. The man, if one could call him that, sat on his throne of evil, had a smooth plain head, no hair could be seen at all on his body.
His eyes were as red as rubies and seemed to glow when enraged, his face lacked a nose, and in its place only two slits lay, his once luscious plump red lips were now thin lines, and just as pale as the rest of his person.
Power radiated from his very presence, his anger filled the room causing it to feel claustrophobic.
At this moment all this raw energy was focused on one follower in particular, or rather the wizard's whole family!
The wizard knelt before his master on one bended knee, his head bowed as he waited for permission to raise his head.
At this time Fenrir shoved, open the doors with too much force, so that they clanged against the walls to announce his arrival, after all he did have a repetition to hold up.
He strutted to the throne and stopped with some distance between himself and the blond aristocrat, sneering at him, which was returned even though the blonde's head was still bowed.
Lucius's distaste for the wolf was evident.
Fenrir bowed his head in a respectful manor to the Dark Lord on the throne. His repressed fury making his voice gruffer.
"You requested my presence my Lord?" Fenrir's deep voice was nearly a growl as he spoke.
"Wolf Master." He practically cooed. Fenrir raised his head at the title this man had never used for him before and was immediately on the guard. The dick was way to cheery, and you just couldn't trust a cheery nutcase! The title was one of respect among his kind, yet he waited to see what such a title would cost him, for the Dark Lord respected on one.
With a flick of his wand the Dark Lord had the blond minion shackled to the floor unable to rise from his kneeling position and he gasped, then pulled at his restraints for a moment, in panic. Then, he closed his eyes in an attempt to regain control of his emotions. The Dark Lord watching with open glee, the reaction of his captive. But soon, said captive sat slumped still in his spot and tried to fight off the fear that gripped him. His appearance was calm and defeated but Fenrir could smell the fear that rolled off him in waves. That was one thing that Lucius Malfoy could not hide from the sensitive nose of the wolf.
"Our dear friend Lucius has proven himself incompetent. I have called you here to help punish him." The Dark Lord intoned. Down to business now. Not that Fenrir was opposed to punishing Lucius, quite the opposite in fact. He would gladly teach the pompous prick a lesson in manors! Fenrir smirked over at Lucius in his bonds. The wizard always thought of himself as better than everyone else.
Turning himself toward Lucius he prepared himself to shift forms.
"Not Yet!" The Dark Lord hissed.
Fenrir froze and cocked his head in the direction of the Dark Lord for further instruction.
"Tell me wolf master, do you know the best way to cut a Father to the quick? Hm?" he continued on without waiting for an answer.
"The quickest way to rip a father's heart from his chest, without even touching him is by injuring the child or in this case the son … Draco." He lectured happily. Then he smirked down at Lucius to witness the absolute horror on his face and cackled a hair-raising sound.
"And ..." Voldemort began joyfully. " to add insult to injury you make said father watch as the son is …. Punished!" he ended with a hiss and Fenrir felt his hackles rise as if he were being threatened himself.
The Dark Lord clapped his hands, then pulled up his sleeve to his own dark mark
and summoned Draco to him.
"Now clear the room the rest of you, when the boy shows send him in." the order was followed with haste.
"No, no, please...!" Lucius began to beg but the Dark Lord silenced him with a flick of his wand, then, turned toward Fenrir to give instruction. The sight of the proud Malfoy, on his knees begging for mercy for his son, was heart wrenching to witness, yet Fenrir did not show any emotion.
"The boy is now yours Beast Master. I want him turned and under your … tender care." He leered.
"Oh, and Fenrir?" Fenrir raised his eyebrows in silent question as to what he wanted.
The Dark Lord flicked his wand at the candles to dim the light, darkness surrounded them, but for a select few spaced around the room giving off just enough light to see shapes. He settled himself down in his throne as he spoke the next words.
"Hunt the boy. I want to witness his terror and I want his father to witness the brutality you are so famous for. Teach them what terror truly is." Fenrir smirked and growled as he started shifting shape.
The wolf loved the smell of fear and relished in the act of frightening people. It would seem, that this day, the Malfoys would be the ones to face his wrath. Even though he agreed that no father should have to go through this at least the boy would be safe from the Dark Lord once he was encased in Fenrir's domain.
Fenrir slunk off to a corner in the dark to await his prey, giving Lucius a quick lick from his chin to hairline just for good measure, barking out a coughing like laugh as Lucius mouthed obscenities at him, earning amusement from the Dark Lord as well. He placed himself in the shadows to await his prey.
Lucius was horrified, and his struggles were much entertainment to the twisted Dark Lord. Who watched the events unfold before him with excitement.
Lucius, restrained, and unable to make so much as the chains he was shackled with rattle for even they were silenced with magic. All the while, his beloved son... his only son was being hunted by that beast! In his own home, while he was helpless to even try to interfere!
It was a disgrace!
It was humiliating!
It was... it was like his heart was being ripped from his chest! His precious child being punished for something he was found lacking for. His baby in the hands of that horrid beast! Being hunted and if not killed then turned into that same horrible creature that hunts him!
The cries of young Draco Malfoy rang out through the whole of Malfoy Manor, as others restrained Narcissa in another room as growls followed the cries of agony!
The proud Malfoy's were humbled, brought low as their only son was mauled by the were-wolf and they remained unable to even attempt to save him they only prayed that some higher power would intercede and save young Draco's life.
That day Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy questioned their loyalties to Lord Voldemort; for why would anyone want to follow a master who could be so cruel. They would work from the inside to bring down this mad man. For no one hurt the Malfoy's and lived to tell about it!
A blood curdling scream rang out and even Bellatrix shuddered at the pain in that scream, disgusted that her pureblood nephew, if he survived would now be nothing but a half breed monster, the boy would no longer be able to keep the Malfoy line pure.
Surely, death would be better than not being pure of blood in her mind, and so she began to plot the demise of her only nephew if he were unfortunate enough to survive.
Though it displeased Bellatrix greatly to have such pure blood tainted, she would not speak out against her beloved master, for it was he who gave her, her freedom back and had her released her from Azkaban prison, and therefore her loyalties would forever remain with the wizard she considered to be the greatest wizard of all times.