Ch 13
Sighing Fenrir opened his eyes peering at his betas who sat around his cabin. "Arty wrote. The banished one showed up at Hogwarts apparently telling Dumbledore she still has pull, Arty thinks its bloody lies, but it's troubling."
"You're worried for her safety."
Seeing Fenrir's incredulous look Tom backtracked. "I mean you don't believe he has support, you just worry that Dumbledore's desperation might cause Arty to be hurt."
"Yes." Fenrir replied stiffly.
"Fenrir what has you so closed, it's Tom and I, and you can tell us anything."
"I know my friend, I'm simply worried that people's desperation for our pack's loyalty will cause harm to my mate."
"Then bring her home."
"She would never come without just cause; I just hope the push factor doesn't hurt her."
Time skip
As Arty sat in a window sill on the 4th floor she tensed as footsteps could be head down the hall. No one came down this hall, except for her. Pulling her wand out Arty came face to face with Malfoy and his sidekicks.
"Easy there werewolf." Baring her teeth Arty assessed the situation. There were four of them and one of her. Even though two were horrid at magic together they probably matched her for strength.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"The Dark Lord wishes to offer your Alpha a deal, all werewolves. Equal status in the new world."
"I unfortunately can't make deals Malfoy. Not that I would ever take one from you."
"Be a good little bitch and pass the message on to your Alpha. The Dark Lord expects an answer by the end of the year. You'll know when."
Arty stared at Malfoy's retreating figure clutching her knees to her chest; Fenrir was not going to like this.
Time skip
"Fen, listen please! Malfoy has no power, there's nothing he can do to me!"
"Arty all of your life I've allowed you more freedom than any other pack member. I should have followed my judgment after each year when something terrible could have happened to you. This is it though Arty, as your alpha and your mate I'm telling you that as long as you are a member of this pack, you will not be returning to Hogwarts."
"You can't do this!"
"I can really, you simply won't be getting on the train to go back after the winter break. Enough is enough Arty, it's not as if you're going to ever hold down a job at the ministry, leave wizarding affairs to those it affects the greatest, but you are finished at Hogwarts."
Arty felt the tears role down her face as she looked at Fenrir's stone expression. He wouldn't be relenting this time, Arty would never see Hogwarts again.
Time skip
It was months later when the pack got word of Dumbledore's death. Fenrir enforced the wards and added a Fidellus charm with himself as the secret keeper just in case. Life moved on.
That was Arty's thought as she woke up pulled tightly into Fenrir's chest. Ever since they had finalized their mating bond he'd been even more protective. Always touching her, probably hoping she'd miraculously get pregnant so soon. He wanted pups and watching Maggie with her swollen stomach and Alec's mate having already had their first son, Arty was getting used to the idea.
They had been hearing rumors though, of a final battle brewing. Arty knew it would be only a matter of time before one side would have to entirely triumph the other, but she knew that she would never fight.
Secretly Arty longed for it, the feeling of her magic rushing through her even in practice duels. Fenrir had entirely lost sight of the changes going on as she turned 17. Only a few months ago and Arty could feel the full potential of her magic swirling inside her. Sure, she helped the healers, but with no one allowed to the leave the wards, the biggest thing to deal with was a broken arm from climbing the trees.
"Arty! Come help us please!"
Sighing and shaking the thoughts of the stirring magic inside of her Arty scooped Emily from the floor smiling as she looked into Alec's eyes reflected in the baby girl's face.
"Oh can't you not wait to start a family of your own Arty!" Maggie squealed rubbing her newly showing stomach.
"No I can wait." And there it was the words Arty'd been holding back since the day over a year ago that Fenrir finally came through with his threat to pull her from Hogwarts.
"Arty!"Maggie and Mia looked affronted, shocked at the outburst from the usually subdued girl.
"Why would I want children who will without a doubt be wizards, to tell them stories of a magical place where they could learn everything and that they can never attend?" The girls let the conversation die knowing now was not the time to discuss this.
Time Skip
The pack watched as Fenrir pulled the heaviest of the wards down. It was common knowledge that the light had won the war, werewolves had equal rights, yet Arty couldn't be angrier. People she knew had died to give them these rights and they did nothing to help.
As the pack dispersed some parents taking their children to travel farther Fenrir walked back to his cabin knowing they had put off this argument for much too long.
As he opened the door and sat across the room from her on the bed he waited.
"You know I remember an argument from one of my first years where you said you could never keep me from school because you knew I would resent you for it, I disagreed. It's interesting to see how even then you were right. "
"That's not fair Arty; I did what was best for you."
"Then what about now, I want to go back."
"No. Wizarding society is only just starting to build itself back up. Do what you can here, we have a handful of cubs who are showing possible signs of magic, teach them." And like always Arty listened as her Alpha spoke because he was just looking out for her.