Another chapter for my lovelies^^ Hope you will tell me what you think
much love
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Harry just managed to back away from the place where he stood to escape the attacking werewolf's first jump at him. Unfortunately he also tripped on something in the snow and fell straight to his back. The angry Moony landed on the stop he had been at a moment ago and turned towards him with the amber eyes flashing dangerously. There was a second where they stared at the other, both completely still as the werewolf prepared to jump over him again. But just as he would make the jump someone called Harry's name.
He himself couldn't look away but the wolf lost its concentration and turned enough to give Harry a chance to get up and run. He could hear the heavy sound of the wolf's paws in the snow behind him and he managed to judge the precise moment to duck right before the huge monster jumped at him again, landing in front off him. Then the most incredible thing happened. From seemingly out of nowhere another, bigger werewolf showed up and jumped at Moony.
As soon as it did a dirty fight broke out between them and Harry could only sit there and stare. It was ridiculously obvious that the other wolf was protecting him, even more now that he stood in front of him and growling at Moony. He could hear Tom running against them but he was so far away. He could hear him screaming at him to run, to get away and to hurry. He didn't act on it. All he could do was to stare at the wolves. Did Moony really think all that off him? That it was his fault that… that it was a devil he carried? What had he done to earn that? He was so stunned that he didn't really care that the other wolf attacked Moony as hard and as aggressively as he did. Neither that when Moony ran away there was long blood trails after the many grave wounds he had gotten. He barely even noticed the other wolf turning on him.
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Voldemort could feel his heart sink as the other, bigger wolf turned to his little lover who sat impossible still in the snow. But when the wolf opened his mouth it was like every breath was sucked out off him body, but the creature didn't rip Harry's throat out or clawing at his intestines. . No the big bad dark creature was licking Harry's face like a puppy would do. Still in his shock Harry slowly raised his hands to het the fingers run through the thick silver fur and even he could hear the whine from the wolf. Then it was like they entered the twilight zone. The wolf walked around his Harry and laid down like it was a faithful dog that needed to protect one off its puppies. Ever so slowly he stepped closer and closer. He didn't know what to make out off all this, especially not when Harry moved up closer to the beast and hugged it closely as he whispered to the big thing like it was his faithful puppy.
"Harry… slowly get up and back away. I'll distract it," Tom called out gently but Harry didn't react. The wolf on the other hand did. I turned its big head against him and over one of its amber/red eyes was a scar. It looked annoyingly familiar. Then the thing growled at him as he took another step closer. When he took a step back it stopped but continued to watch him.
"This is most particular" Albus said from a step behind him and he nodded without taking his eyes away from the werewolf.
"Now dear boy let's try a little experiment. It stopped growling when you backed so let's try again" And as usually just the voice of the old man was enough to make you do things you didn't want to. He took long steps back and watched how the wolf turned back to lay his head in Harry's lap. A small noise came from the odd pair on the ground, a strange muffled cry;
"Go away! I'll be fine…"
"But Harry…" he argued and took a step against his lover again. Now the wolf left Harry on the ground as it turned and growled dangerously at them again. It was obviously protecting their Harry (who they now saw was crying) from them.
"Fen! Please come back," the pleading in Harry's voice seemed to make its way through to the wolf, who after a last glare, turned again to twirl itself around the teen.
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Next morning during breakfast the doors opened and someone stepped inside. Almost all of the students put it off as Harry but the further inside the Great Hall the man came the more they quieted down. The man wasn't Harry, but he was carrying Harry in his arms. The man was big and muscular, almost as big as Hagrid, and his gray hair hung messy and tangled to his jaw. His torso was bare most probably because Harry was wrapped in a jacket of fur. But the most noticeable thing on the man was all the monstrous scars he had over his body and across his right eye. At the same time Tom, Albus and surprisingly Ron and Hermione too, stood up and shouted;
"Fenrir Greyback!"
"Greyback put him down!" They all quieted down when Harry moved in his arms and snuggled closer to the bare chest. Then all the kids who now were known for working for Memphis stepped into the hall and when everyone expected them to save their boss (they had shown to be rather overprotective) they just stepped around the werewolf causally with a greeting or two.
"Put him down Greyback, that's an order!" Voldemort called again and glared angrily at the dark creature.
"What makes you think I take orders from you Lord?" Fenrir growled with a lopsided smile before he made his way to the Slytherin table and sat down on the bench… as he approached the children moved away from. Still with Harry comfortable held to his chest but now put down in his lap he started to eat the food that was there. No one dared to approach them in fear off what the crazed werewolf would do to their little hero. It felt like forever but the moment was broken when Harry started twisting and rubbing his eyes awake.
"Morning Cub. Hungry?" Fenrir asked and Harry looked up at the wolf man with a smile.
"Morning Fen. Yeah it there any chicken?" he asked sleepily and turned around so he could watch the table after the desired chicken.
"Sure sure… apparently not. Sorry Cub," Fenrir answered and filled his plate with other foods instead. Harry couldn't help but to wrinkle his nose.
"Dobby," he called softly and couldn't help a small smirk as Fenrir tensed slightly.
"Yes Master Harry Potter Sir?" the elf asked happily and grinned at him.
"Chicken Dobby, please?" he asked the elf with huge puppy-eyes. The elf nodded so hard he thought its head would fall off.
"Of course!" The elf disappeared and Harry turned to talk at him just as a pissed off Dark Lord closed up at them.
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"Thanks for yesterday Fen," he heard Harry say as he watched his Harry smile up at the evil creature-man-werewolf-thing.
"He was disrespectful against my Cub. He had to be taken care of anyway," Greyback said and ruffled Harry's already messy hair.
"You know each other?" he couldn't help but ask stupidly which made both off them turn to look at him.
"Yeah of course. Fen decided he liked my wit in the dungeons and decided to take me under his wing. He were going to bust me out if you hadn't beaten him to it and let me go," Harry answered and cuddled deeper down in the fur coat. Fenrir smiled his smile that looked predatory no matter how he did it
"What? Why?!" he exclaimed stunned by this simple fact.
"What? You didn't really think the werewolf's were on your side, did you?" Harry asked with his half smile. It was startling how much his side had lost allies and artifacts when they had a prisoner!
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Harry sat down for his first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson that year and looked around. It was amazing really how he had missed all off the other lessons this year. First he had been prisoner, then he had been in the hospital wing, had other things up, winter break, on the run, occasionally skipping classes and other random things that kept popping up in the way. So here he sat and looked around in the boring room at the empty walls and unfilled shelves.
"What's this one called?" he asked rather bored to Neville who sat at his side. Neville opened his mouth to answer when a female voice spoke.
"This one what, boy?" he turned to look at the woman and had to force himself not to make a face. She looked like a bony and overdone version of Rita Skeeter. How anyone could be so thin and stretched out was a miracle.
"This Professor but I guess that would be you, huh?" he answered with slightly narrowed eyes.
"I'm Professor McGillian, yes and who are you?" she asked as she looked at him down her nose.
"I'm just Harry. Please, do continue with this lesson," he smiled brightly. ¨When she finally turned to write something on the black board he turned to look at Neville as if asking, "Is she for real?!" The slight nod he got back wasn't comforting.
"So today we will be starting on the Wizarding wars! Now class in this war there was two sides. One was of course the Ministry and the other was of course Voldimorty and his Death Easters… it's really too bad I had so little time to prepare for this particular lesson. I'd much rather have arranged for someone who participated in the war to come and speak about it… oh well." McGillian then went into explaining some of her disturbingly wrong facts when Harry just shrugged and thought amused; "If your not careful what you wish for…" as he reached out after Tom's side of the link.
"Harry? Are you ok?" a worried voice asked and he smiled softly.
"Yeah yeah, DADA teacher sucks but she wished she had people who was in the war here…"
"Ah I see. You should pay attention to what she says, you might just learn something," he had to keep himself from snorting at that so instead he started to absentmindedly doodle on his parchment.
"Oh yes, I'll remember next time to be terrified by Death Easters and their deviously handsome Duke Voldimorty." The irony and amusement dripped from his mental voice.
"What?!" It was so close that Harry burst out laughing at the stunned sound of Tom's voice.
"Her facts is somewhat… messed up"
Tom didn't answer him but a bare moment later (just as she was explaining how it was Unicorns that had stopped the Dark Duke) the door banged open and ice spread in to the room slowly as Tom slid in his full Dark Lord persona. He even had managed to get a good glamour on so he looked like his old snake bastard self for once. McGillian jumped and stared at him as she paled.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked in a stutter. As she dropped the drawing of how she thought Voldimorty looked. Not as precise as the real thing either.
"I am here because my reliable sources told me you wished for someone who participated in the war. I must admit I participated somewhat," Tom said in a cold hiss and a shiver went down his spine as always when Tom spoke. When everyone sent him looks for being the "source" he just shrugged.
"What? He was there you know," he said and Tom turned his ruby eyes at him for a second.
"Oh…ok then… please state your name and position in the war," McGillian said and Harry suddenly wondered if she had forgotten her glasses this morning.
"I'm the Dark Lord Voldemort…" Tom said slowly as he started down at the Skeeter wannabe to get a reaction.
"Sorry 'Morty,' you're the Dark Duke, remember?" Harry helped him out as he leaned back in his chair and smiled at the Dark Lord who glared at him. He could feel Neville stiffen at his side.
"Not impressed, now go on and fix the mess she started or are you saying you preferred this Duke shit?" he asked and then learned forwards to glare back at Tom. It seemed that McGillian did have to wear glasses and now she had finally put them on. It was with a scream that she stared at Voldemort before she threw herself out of the window behind her. Tom just tipped his head to the side.
"I hate it when they do that…" he said absentmindedly before he turned back to the class.
"What other misunderstandings did she try to input in your sad little heads?"
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Voldemort stared down at the class as he asked the question and forced himself not to stare at Harry who looked satisfied with himself.
"So what did the Unicorn do to defeat you? Stab you with its horn?" One student asked, Finnegan he thought it was, and he stared at the student blankly for a second.
"Apparently it was a Unicorn that defeated you…" Harry said helpfully from his seat and he glared at the boy again. Why had he come again? Oh yes his lover had requested it… and to save his reputation.
"The only reason why I don't rule this world yet is sitting in that chair! That stupid brat is always getting in the way!" he couldn't help but exclaim and sent a little encouragement to Harry to play along.
"It's not my fault your plans are stupid!" Harry shouted back and glared at him with an amused spark inside them.
"I found the Chamber of Secrets! How is that stupid?"
"Well so did I…and that lovely basilisk of yours? Dead!"
"Well congratulations, you killed something!" his sarcasm dripped like venom.
"And Quirrell!" That actually took him by surprise.
"I had forgotten about him," he said instead and it was then he noticed that he and Harry were barely inches apart.
"Well you were high on Unicorn blood at the time… can you stop that bloody freeze crap? It's getting cold," Without thinking he had thrown his cloak around the petite Gryffindor who pulled it around himself tightly.
"Fine, you keep the tacky freeze," Harry said with a smile before he sat down again. Voldemort himself only rolled his eyes.
"Does anyone have any question that isn't idiotic?" he asked and a few hands went up. He pointed at Harry's fluffy haired friend.
"What's happened to the persons you have taken prisoner?" she asked and he saw from the corner of his eye how Harry started to look into the ceiling, the only thing missing was the whistle.
"They are kept in my dungeons of course. Anyone special you had in mind?" he asked, looking at the paling red head at her side.
"Viktor Krum" she said and he could see Harry stiffen for a second before he smiled widely. He could feel the same smile over his face. Yes, Viktor indeed.
"Mr. Krum will not be able to play quidditch anymore and may have to seek professional help for psychological damage… when he is released," he said and stared right into her brown eyes. They were empty. He turned and pointed at an Indian girl who sat next to a blonde.
"How did Bellatrix Lestrange go insane?" The boy next to Harry flinched violently.
"God help me if I knew, next," he said and pointed at Lucius' son.
"Are you planning to kill Harry after his child is born?" The room was deadly quiet. Harry was staring at the blonde with an empty expression. It was frozen like that until a knowing smile came over those wonderful lips.
"What makes you think I'd be successful?" he chuckled out darkly and Harry looked up at him amused.
"Well after giving birth he'd not be able to run around not getting hit by killing curses…" was it only him or was the blonde Malfoy heir glaring at him?
"Oh shut up Dray, he wouldn't do that," Harry said and the blonde turned to stare at his lover.
"But how do you know that Harry?! How can you be certain that he won't?!" the blonde pressed. Harry just smiled as knowingly as before.
"You have been in love, right Draco," it was more of a statement then it was a question.
"Yeah, of course I have" the blonde answered slightly confused.
"And you will always remember that first sweetheart who stole your heart?" the blonde blushed slightly and nodded.
"And you'll probably help her without a second thought if she asked for it, correct?" It barely took a moment for the blonde to nod. He himself was lost in Harry's logic here.
"Tom, darling, why don't you tell these lovely children why you came since you hate children," Harry continued and he answered before he could stop himself.
"Because you asked me to of course... you're the only one who dares to boss me around as much as you do," he sneered and Harry smiled his lopsided grin.
"As much as I? I'm the only one who does it at all!"
"Then what about Dumbledore…or Kelly?" he asked and just as he spoke the interesting girls name Harry's cell phone started to sing.
"Speak of the devil! Hey Kel… yeah wait a sec," Harry put the phone against his shoulder and looked up at him.
"It's ok if I run off right? You'll just get into that whole war thing or that whole murder thing that I've already been forced to hear about 30 thousand times…" he watched, still rather stunned, as Harry gathered his things into his bag as he spoke.
"What war slash murder thing have I forced you to listen to?" he found himself asking. Harry looked up at him with questioning eyes.
"Your whole evil mad man speech of course. Just pretend you have tied them all up against headstones or you're going to send a basilisk after them or whatever…think of them as me when you were all sent on revenge. Anyway bye guys!" Harry called out and after flying around him, giving him a kiss on his cheek, he was off like a force of nature speaking quickly in his phone. As the door closed behind his personal tsunami he turned around to stare out over all the 6th years.
"Oh damn!"
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Harry sat in the kitchen at the little table as house elves ran around him preparing for dinner. At the table, slightly to his right his mini laptop was open to show Kelly's messy room with her thrown on top off the bed.
"So you left him in class? You'll be in soo much trouble!" the girl laughed out and he looked up from his school work to look at her.
"Nah, I'll probably just kiss it better," he smirked and Kelly laughed even harder.
"Have you by any chance been shopping lately Kel?" he asked and let his eyes swept over the overfilled bags around the room. On the bed Kelly sat up straight suddenly.
"Yeah, I sent you like 50 things haven't you gotten them yet? Of course I used that shrinking thingy you spelled for me so it shouldn't be too heavy…" she looked thoughtful for once.
"Hmm it'll probably be here to dinner then, thanks Kelly. How's your father?" he asked and listened with half an ear as she spoke as he continued with his homework.
"Kelly why is belladonna poisonous while mandrake is not?" he asked and turned to give her his full attention. How a muggle could pick all this potion stuff up was a mystery to him.
"Because belladonna mostly grows in dark and forbidden forests, don't you pay attention in class?" Kelly asked with a playful wink.
"Snape won't let me into his classes anymore, I told you that, remember?" he said back as he finished his essay.
"Oh right, I were going to burn him alive or something wasn't I?" she asked lost in though as she had turned back to her upcoming book.
"Um hum but if you really want to horrify him you should send him one of your books" he said absentmindedly and a happy shriek from the computer made him sigh.
"I was joking."
"No use, you're too late."
"Bye Kelly."
"Later handsome," he closed the laptop and sat quietly for a few moments.
"I guess I should go up and be nice to him huh?" he asked no one in particular and started to slowly pack his things together. As he finished up the kitchen door opened and Snape stepped inside.
"Potter. What are you doing here?" the Professor asked and Harry just shrugged for a moment.
"The essay you assigned me sir. You can have it now if you wish," he answered and motioned for the parchment roll on the table as he threw the bag over his shoulder. His professor stalked over and started to sweep the pages he just had finished writing.
"This is surprisingly good Mr: Potter…" said the Professor as he put away the essay in one off his pockets.
"Thank you sir. If that's all," Harry started to walk around the taller man but a hand landed on his shoulder and stopped him.
"Potter, be careful around the Dark Lord. He'll hurt you if you don't watch yourself," Snape hissed in his ear and Harry turned to look at him with narrowed eyes.
"Why does everyone keep saying that? Tom won't hurt me anymore then I'll let him. Now let me go," he said and tried to pull away from Professor Snape's hand but it gripped his shoulder harder.
"Listen to me Potter you're better off running away to your little girl friend and hiding for the rest of your life. This fake life will only break you in the end."
"Let me go, let me go, let me GO!!" Harry screamed the last words and tried to pull away. Suddenly Snape screamed out and Harry could head bones break. He looked up and saw Fenrir standing in front off him, growling at Snape who held his wrist which hung in a strange angle.
"Stay away from my Cub if you enjoy breathing Snape!" Fenrir growled even though he was in his human form and Snape glared before he spun around with twirling robes and disappeared.
"You all right Cub?" Fenrir asked him and pulled him into his big arms to hug him close and smell him to see if he was ok.
"Yeah, thanks Fen," he breathed out and took a moment to gather his strength before he pulled away from the embrace gently.
"I don't trust that man. Stay away from him."
"I'll try. Have you been up at dinner yet?" he asked and started to walk out from the kitchen like nothing had happened.
"Nope, they don't have anything… bloody enough for my tastes," the werewolf answered with a howl like laugh and Harry couldn't help but smiling.
"Of course they don't," he muttered and laughed when the big man tried to smack him over the head.
"Fen, why did you come here in the first place? Not that I'm ungrateful," Harry assured him with a lopsided smile and a little happy dance down the corridor.
"Because I heard rumors, that's all," Fenrir said with a shrug and Harry laughed. When they finally reached the Great Hall they found it quiet and there was depressing vibes flying through the air. At his side Fenrir snarled.
"I'm out of here," the half wolf half man growled before he took off for the main doors. Harry looked after him for a moment before he took a deep breath and headed inside. The further inside the hall he came the more it became clear that the further into the hall he came the more depressing it became. The more the cold harsh feelings filled the air. When he finally reached the head table it was to find Tom sitting and glaring down at his soup as his mood effected the entire hall. Since he wasn't even noticed as he stopped beside the grumpy Dark Lord's chair a mischievous plan appeared in his head. Casually he threw one leg over Voldemort's lap so he sat down.
"Hello beloved. Why so moody?" he asked as he pushed Tom back against the back of the chair by his shoulders. Tom's red eyes meet his own and they were still cold and merciless.
"Get lost Potter," came the short answer. Harry frowned slightly but remained still.
"What did I do? Oh, this has something to do with the 6th years isn't it?" he asked with a small amused smile as his hands played with the soft hair at the base of Tom's head.
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"Those little devil spawns…" Tom started to mutter under his breath and Harry rolled his eyes before he quieted the man by kissing him passionately. During the kiss he could feel Tom pulling at his hands which had been locked in place much like they had been that time in the dungeons. Tom hissed angrily and Harry smirked.
"Let me go," Tom hissed and Harry's only answer was to move down and kiss his neck.
"No," Harry breathed out softly and the hot breath ghosted over his neck.
"I told you to let me go!" he ordered and that tone made Harry sit up straight and look at him straight in the eye.
"And last time I had you tied up and you ordered me around, did it help?" his small lover asked and he couldn't help the deep breath that escaped him.
"Why have you done it this time?" he asked as Harry suddenly crawled off his lap and slowly stepped around him, tailing his fingers around his shoulders.
"Because I can and because you let me," Harry had leaned down to whisper directly in his ear as those small hands started to massage his stiff shoulders. He couldn't hold back the groan of relief as his muscles relaxed.
"They couldn't have been so bad now could they? They're only children after all…" Harry whispered now in his other ear as those hands still worked on his shoulders.
"They are as old as you if you don't remember," he hissed out as he closed his eyes.
"Of course they are but I was never really a child, was I?" Harry asked and then carefully the teen sat himself down across his lap again, but this time with both his legs at the same side. The small hands where still on his shoulders, making small patterns with his thin fingers.
"No… annoying brat."
"That's not nice my Lord," Harry whispered and bent forwards to kiss his forehead.
"Ah shut up and kiss me Precious," he growled and Harry smirked.
"And if I don't want to?"
"I'll kiss you silly when I get out of here," he growled again and was satisfied when he saw Harry shiver. Surprisingly enough Harry slapped his shoulder.
"Don't do that," Harry said with a pout that made him absolutely crazy. Apparently Harry could feel that to since he got back his lopsided smirk and started to wiggle around a bit.
"Must you do that? It's uncomfortable," Harry whined slightly and he growled again. Harry laughed at him and then turned to pick up a few things from the table behind him. When he turned back Voldemort saw that it was a fruit bowl, the one Harry usually ate from, and that at his other hand there was a bowl with chocolate. Casually Harry took a strawberry and dipped it into the chocolate before he plopped it into his mouth.
"Can you stop that?!" he had to exclaim after a moment of watching the complete look of bliss over Harry's face. The same playful look over came Harry's face as he turned to look at him again.
"You want some? Of course Tom," Harry asked and without asking for a answer he dipped a strawberry into the chocolate.
"But you can't eat sitting like that… hmm," Harry thought for moment and before he could argue him into letting him go Harry had taken a slight bite into the strawberry and leaned close enough for him to stretch up and eat it from Harry's mouth.
"Wasn't it just the best thing you ever tasted?" Harry asked after a moment and his sparkling eyes looked into his own.
"No, you taste so much better Precious," he whispered and Harry's smile widened before he bent down to kiss him again.
"So are you're still angry?" Harry asked when he pulled away. Tom just looked at him for a moment. But before he had a chance to answer Harry's hands started to push at a spot on his hip where he had a pocket.
"What's in here? It bloody hurt!" Harry exclaimed and after a moment of staring at the secretive pocket with narrowed eyes the young man pushed his hand inside and pulled up the journal Tom had gotten that Christmas. Harry looked stunned for a moment.
"This is the journal I got you for Christmas"?
"Observant as always," he couldn't help but say in a half desperate attempt to get Harry's attention away from the book. Harry didn't seem to be fooled however to judge by the look he received.
"For some reason's I get the vibes that you don't want me to have a look at this. I already know you're a journal writing man Tom, I just hope I won't have to stick a tooth through this one…" And with that Harry opened the book and started flipping through the pages. He tried not to growl or scream as he watched the stunned expression overtook Harry's face. Apparently stunned into silence Harry looked at more pages before he turned back to face him. Almost numb he watched Harry open and close his mouth a few times no sound coming out until his little personal force of nature threw his arms around his neck and kissed him like their lives depends on it.
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Albus looked up as a sudden chill entered the hall and grew stronger and stronger the more by the second. Barely a minute later, he watched how Tom stormed inside with his black robes blowing around him like he walked in the middle of a storm. It looked like the Dark Lord was muttering about something but Albus himself couldn't get any words out. So he sat still in his chair hoping that the mood in his former student would improve after he started to eat the delightful food. Apparently it didn't.
Everyone in the hall was practically shaking in their cloths when suddenly there was a shifting and the air warmed a few degrees. Surprised he turned to his left to see what had brightened the mood (perhaps Tom had found one of those delightful cup cakes…) but instead he had to blink a few times to make sure he saw right. Harry sat straddled over the moody Dark Lord's lap and was kissing the older man like there was no tomorrow. It caught him oddly off guard to see his favorite student (and not to mention surrogate grandchild) acting like he did in such a public place. Then it appeared that something made Harry tease Tom mercilessly before he practically danced around the tied up man to massage the shoulders. Again several degrees warmed in the air so it was almost comfortable being in the room again. Albus smiled slightly and turned back to his food again, giving the wizards what privacy they could have in the Great Hall.
