No one's POV
Ron dropped his head into his hands as Snape relayed the news. Harry wasn't exactly missing anymore. He was captured by the infamous werewolf, Fenrir Greyback. Everyone who heard this shocking bit of truth expected Remus to go crazy instantly. After they started moving again, Remus sobbed once and ran from the room. His partner, Tonks rushed after him. Her attempts to calm him were heard echoing down the stairs and were cut off by a door slamming.
"Well? What are we going to do about it then?" Hermione recovered faster then anyone else. She has talent for getting straight to the issue. Several Order members swallowed and tried to think clearly. But most of the people were busy fabricating things that Greyback could be doing to Harry. What he could have already done to Harry.
"Come on, guys! There has to be a way to save him." Hermione tried to smile positively. But it was a doubt-covered grimace. Snape shook his head sadly.
"You don't understand this well, Hermione. Greyback's pack is surrounded by 13 miles of woods in every direction. There is an alarm system that makes it impossible for wizards to walk 10 steps in without a werewolf chewing off your head. We have to wait until Voldemort decides to take Harry out." The entire room was confused again by Snapes last choice of words. Hermione didn't even get a chance to ask. Snape was explaining before a question was necessary.
"Voldemort plans on doing something with Harry. I'm not sure what or why, but I think he wants something he can use to control Fenrir a little bit better."
Everyone was thinking the exact same thing. Ron was the only one to voice it though.
"How in the hell can Harry be used to control that monster?"
Fenrir's POV
I couldn't tell him. I couldn't bring myself to approach him like a man. I could only watch him mournfully from the shadows, wondering how in a single day, everything could have changed. With one evil little thought, I couldn't harness a single coherent thought about Harry. He was confused by my behavior and I regretted it. But I still couldn't do anything to change that. I couldn't tell him. And I still can't.
Even when it got late, Harry curled up in bed alone. I stayed out in the hall until I heard his breathing slow. Once I was sure he was asleep, I walked in. He had the huge comforter wrapped around him. His messy jet black hair sprawled out on the pillow was the only indication that he was actually there.
"Oh, Harry." I breathed his name in regret. Why couldn't I just bring myself to say it? I ran my fingers through his hair despite everything. What is wrong with me?
Harry rolled over in his sleep and sighed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea but I crawled into bed beside him. He sighed again and snuggled into my warmth before I pulled the blankets back over us. I groaned and happily fell into a less-then peaceful slumber.
The next morning
I awoke a lot like the way I did on the first day with Harry. To feeling him stretch under my arm and wither back down. I gave a soft sigh and gently held him tighter to me. He hummed and snuggled a little bit closer.
"Good morning." I whispered down to him, enjoying the peaceful bliss that I felt now. Not only did I have a pretty decent nights rest, I have the boy whose probably my mate. It was hard to tell him but I do have the back up plan. Just wait and let him figure it out when I turn him.
"Morning." He breathed the word. I looked down at him to see his contented smile while a small closed fist rubbed his eye. God he's so cute. I stroked his hair back. Only to have it fall into place once again.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked. For some reason I started rubbing his arm as they came up around my neck. His widened smile seemed somehow, suggesting.
"Yes. I'd hate to wake up though." I chuckled with him, knowing what he meant. I couldn't say I didn't think the same thing. But it wasn't long until I noticed a faint grumbling sound.
"Would you like breakfast?" I asked him, sitting up. He nodded and followed me out of bed. And as we found the rest of our clothes and made our way to the kitchens, I remembered how easy it was to forget. Maybe this issue with Harry isn't that bad of a thing.
Harry's POV
I woke up the same way I did the first day here. With an unexpected arm around me. But this time I liked it. I opened my eyes and was glad to see Fenrir. I was more then happy, knowing his avoiding me last night had stopped. Or at least put it on hold. He was smiling down at me and hugged me for no reason at all. I liked it. Probably way more then I should.
And for no reason at all, I thought back to the only time I ever felt this way. When I ran into a dripping wet Cedric Diggory as he was shrugging on his clothes and fumbling with the golden egg. He dropped everything but his gray sweat pants (which was only saved because of the loosely knotted drawstrings) so he could catch me before I fell down.
I use to constantly recall how wonderful it felt. As if I was experiencing it again. But now, I could remember anything about that time. When I thought about how he smelled, I was caught off guard by Fenrir's deep voice asking me a question. When focusing on Cedric's voice, Fenrir slapped me on the shoulder gently. Cedric's exact eye color, tripping into Fenrir's shoulder, getting overwhelmed by his scent mixed with faint soap.
I thought it was just a distraction. Until later I realized that I didn't care about Cedric anymore. That everything related to Cedric was gone. Fenrir seemed to replace him in every way possible. How in the hell does that work?
For a minute I was confused. Weirded out. Freaked the fuck out too. One second I'm simply remembering the only man I had a crush on. Now, see, even that thought seems wrong. It's clear that he's not the only man I've cared about. I noticed my feelings for Fenrir. But it was strange to think of it like that though.
However strange, there's a strong sense of truth. My emotions are irrational. I've only really known him for a very short amount of time. He's shown me kindness when I needed it. Now, it's not so much as kindness. Or being polite. I feel that now he has a reason to be more then just kind to me.
And am I not still sleeping in his bed? No one has made any efforts to find me a new place to sleep. I wake up every morning in his arms. I can see, by the way he treats everyone else, that this is no mistake. Yes, he is nice to others. But the soft smiles and gentle touches only occur with me. Regardless of who is near.
I've spoken to Draco. He's been here for several years and saw his share of new arrivals. And according to him, none were so protected as me. He shrugged it off and said that it was probably because I was 'the one'. Or because Voldemort ordered my presence here.
So far, Fenrir has been a good man. It's safe to admit (to myself) that I harbor feelings for him. The least I can do is not bother him. He probably feels nothing for me.
Okay, maybe it's not as developed as I hoped. But I couldn't stand not updating for so freaking long on this one! One thing I'm working on but is kind of annoying me is that I go through the plot too quickly and don't focus on the relationship enough. And because of how I am, I can't have a story that doesn't involve romance somehow. So I'm trying to take it slowly. Tell me if you like what I've been trying to do!
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