Breaking Point

Chapter 6

Edited - 19th July, 2019.

A/N: I'd like to thank ArtanisRose, god of all, Ezeakel, Ashborn2271, Magus0096, Senseo, smokeapound, 01eggy10, Guest, tpowe15, hellfire45, Amaterasu Mordekaiser, 0sef, timbarney110, Devilsummoner666, Nitewolf423, TheBigBruteOmega, plums, Gensplejs, senpen banka, sanbeegoldiewhitey, GetRektNuub, Guest, ninja888, SJCI, Gold, Crypt, GinaKim, Atheist god, anarion87, RinnePotter726, Guest, bordylopa, DrizztTeller, Guest, PotterFan80, A-Friend01, Guest, alec-potter, stevefocus, kynan99, Dault3883 Barron Backslash, EmeraldGuardian7, Smutley Do-Wrong and daithi4377 for your reviews.

0sef: The reason why no one noticed Harry was because Tonks noticed the changes he was going through when at the Dursley's and found him relatively quickly afterwards. Having guessed that Harry would have gone to somewhere he knew once escaping. Then there's the fact that the Death Eaters and the Order besides Tonks are looking for a short skinny kid with glasses, and Harry grow up up, put some weight on and got rid of his glasses. This links with the fact that he was hiding in plain sight and if Clark Kent can't be noticed by simply putting on glasses and slouching, then Harry can do the same.

As for Harry and Fenrir fight, Harry is skilled far more so than Fenrir, but he's only being in a few fights before. Fenrir on the other hand is far faster, stronger and has a limited magical resistance allowing him to brush off weak spells like their nothing. Not only that, but he's being fighting fellow alphas, other werewolves who have challenged him for the position of alphas and wizards/witches trying to kill him for years. This gives him far more experience than Harry, soemthing that will make him a very difficult opponent to beat.

Also there's a reason I haven't put it in the description if you stick around and continue to read. If not, that's your choice.

Devilsummoner666: Yes, that's exactly the reason and you'll have to find out. It won't be in this chapter, but will be in the next chapter when you'll find out.

Nitewolf423: Maybe, maybe not. You'll have to find out.

brodylopa: This chapter is when it happens so no more waiting for those that have being waiting for it.

smokeapound: Perhaps, that could be the case, but you will have to wait and see.

phoenix-rob: Yes, that is the case. It's one of the reasons why I had Harry get bitten as to activate his Basilisk Venom/Phoenix Tear defence that fought the Lycanthoropy Curse and then also destroyed the Horcrux that was attacking both Harry and the Curse.

Otsutsuki no Yami: Normally, yes. However, the Phoenix Tears have diluted the Basilisk Venom slightly allowing Fenrir to survive where it should have killed him. Plus, he's a Werewolf, he can survive stuff that would have killed normal wizards/witches.

orion399: Yes, I know. However, I wanted to give more meaning and influence to being an Alpha Werewolf that accepted his Werewolf side, than simply being a normal Werewolf. I wanted to make Fenrir more of a threat than he was in canon, because Fenrir himself has a very interesting story.

stylo1: First off, Mastery is meant to be a very difficult thing to accomplish and not much is known about it. So i took liberties with it, if you don't like that, I'm sorry but that's it. As for Dolohov, I know he was captured I just think his character suited the raid of Diagon Alley to help balance out Fenrir's wild side and so once again, took liberties to change the story. Then when it comes to Fenrir vs Harry, no Harry didnt turn his back nor did Fenrir appear behind Harry. However, what happened was that Harry lost focus on the battle and his opponent when the smoke screen went up as a result of the Bombarda. Therefore, he couldn't dodge the Bone Breaker.

Also as for the ring, I've explained already that understanding the inner workings of a spell is entirely different to being able to cast it. To cast spells, one must also have the necessary power and control otherwise it fails. Hogwarts, helps to develop that power and control by providing a basic education. Plus, it helps to develop independence in future heirs of a family and also helps for said heirs to find allies.

These are all the questions I can answer at this point in time without giving away key moments in the story and spoiling it for you, though a lot of you have the right idea with what I plan to do. However, I am surprised at how many of you disliked the idea of Harry being turned into a werewolf. And no, I haven't, but I'll go give it a read.

Anyway, that's their opinion and so on with the story we go. It's a bit shorter than usual, but what can you do.

"Normal Speech."

'Normal Thought.'

"Spells/Translations."

Books/Scriptures.

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Fleur was awoken rudely by the sound of loud knocking on her door. Groaning, she sat up and sent a pulse of magic into the Wards surrounding her house to let the person at her door know that she was up and coming.

Rubbing her eyes, Fleur pushed herself up to her feet and put on a white top, not bothering to get changed out of her pyjama shorts. As she walked down the corridor towards the door of her house she cursed the ministry with every profanity she knew. She'd much prefer to have Wards that stopped those not keyed into the wards from crossing the threshold of her property, but those were not allowed until you had express permission.

As a result, people could stroll up to her door without being stopped by any for, of magical protection. If she were to do so, it would be illegal and she didn't know if her family could withstand such a backlash.

Politically speaking.

She herself had applied for permission, however her request was pending. To be honest, she was pretty sure that they were taking as long as possible seen as though she was a Veela.

Sighing to herself, Fleur unlocked the door and opened it to see William stood there. His eyes shamelessly roved over her form before coming up to lock with her narrowed ones. The annoyance clearly seen in them and he flushed slightly.

However, her annoyance at being woken up early and his shameless ogling disappeared when she saw the sudden change to his features from embarrassed to somber and saddened. "Fleur, it's best you get changed and come with me."

"Why, what's going on?" She asked and William grimaced.

"There…there was an attack in Diagon Alley." She gasped as her heart contracted painfully. Harry was in Diagon Alley. Was he alright? Did he get hurt? Was he even alive? These questions she voiced and William answered after a few moments of silence. "Harry's alive, he did get injured, but he'll live."

Fleur released a sigh of relief at this, her form visibly deflating as her body lost its tenseness. "Can I see 'im?" William nodded his head. He would admit to being jealous of the close relationship between Harry and Fleur, yet that didn't change how he viewed Harry as a friend.

When he had met the boy previously he had been shy, yet kind and caring person. Even now, despite his close relationship with Fluer, William could see that Harry was better, much better. He was truly coming to be his own person and actually seemed to be truly happy. He couldn't deny a young man something he had been denied as a child, he wasn't that kind of person.

"That's why I came here, he's been taken somewhere safe and we believe that he could use a friend to keep him company." She nodded her head as she walked back to her room and got changed into something more comfortable. "You ready?" William asked when she returned and Fleur nodded her head. She grasped onto the other end of the rope he presented to her and then they were gone.

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Harry looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale and sweaty due to his fever, his usually clean black hair was matted with grease to the point it matched Snape's. A tight smile came upon his face at the thought, but he closed it almost as soon as he saw when he saw the slightly elongated canines that popped out.

Then he lifted up his shirt and stared at the deep and jagged cut on his side that was a result of Fenrir's curse. Honestly, he was surprised that the poison hadn't worked and hadn't paid much attention to it during the fight, but now that he actually thought about it, he had theorised that the mix of Basilisk venom and Phoenix Tears had nullified the poison. If that was the case then he wondered what the limits were though he wasn't very keen to find out.

Turning on the tap, he chucked some water on his face before turning it off and cleaned his face with the towel. 'A werewolf.' He thought as he pulled down his top to stare at the bite marks on his shoulder left behind by Fenrir. A mark that would forever distinguish him as a werewolf.

He didn't really know what to think about his new condition as he covered up the bite marks and stared at himself in the mirror one last time before walking back into his bedroom at Grimmauld Place. It had originally being Sirius's and had being prepared especially for him.

While he could understand the benefits that came with becoming a werewolf, it didn't change the fact that his life had gone through a monumental change. A change that would make his life far more difficult. Werewolves were viewed as nothing more than beasts, mindless creatures that should be killed or detained for the safety of the Wizarding kind.

Hell, anyone associated with them were treated as lesser beings.

He snorted as he collapsed down onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. This was it really, even if him being a werewolf didn't change the way Fleur felt, she would definitely realise how bad being in a relationship with him would be. Which would mean she would distance herself from him.

"It was fun while it lasted." He said aloud depressingly.

"What was?" He looked to the door and saw Tonks leaning against the door with her trademark grin upon her face. He raised an eyebrow when he saw her in her usual appearance, instead of the black haired beauty that she had been in Diagon Alley.

"It doesn't matter." Harry answered shortly and while Tonks was curious, she didn't push it anymore, something he was thankful for. Pushing off the doorway she walked in with a tray of food floating behind her.

She sat down on the edge of his bed and the tray slowly lowered itself down onto his lap. A full English breakfast with a few vials of potions on the side. "Lovely." He sarcastically quipped as he lifted the vials up and Tonks chuckled lightly.

"Yea, that was my thought when I woke up this morning and Madam Pomfrey put them down in front of me." Harry released a short laugh as he began to eat slowly, his side still sore from the curse Fenrir hit him with. "How you feeling?"

"Like shit."

"Yea, me too." The two shared an amused stare before they descended into silence as Harry slowly began finishing off his breakfast.

"How long was I out?" Tonks face scrunched up cutely as she tried to remember.

"Two and a bit days." Harry nodded his head as he drunk the potions with a grimace. "Everyone's being worried, Remus most of all. Hasn't left Grimmauld Place. Should have seen him when you came back, it took Moody and Kingsley to stop him from going on a warpath."

"You're not in trouble are you?" She looked at him curiously. "I felt someone following me and then you were there in the Leaky Cauldron on the day of the attack. I would just call it coincidence, but in war there rarely is such a thing." He answered and Tonks had the decency to look sheepish.

"Yea, I've been following you for a while, Sorry about that by the way." Harry waved it off and Tonks gave him a small smile. "I was meant to bring you back to the Dursley's but I found out what happened and you looked much happier in Diagon Alley so I ignored that part."

"Thank you, Tonks." She gave him a smile. "So you're not in trouble?"

"No, I'm not. Pretty sure that Remus isn't a fan of me anymore, but I'll live." Harry nodded his head. "You've got some skills, y'know?" She said with a short laugh. "Shocked me when I saw you matching Fenrir easily. Didn't expect that from you."

"I've been practising magic all summer, not much to do other than that." Tonks nodded her head in agreement. They both knew that Voldemort wouldn't stop until either he or Harry were dead. "The full moons soon." Harry whispered after a few moments of silence between the two.

Tonks winced at the reminder, but otherwise said nothing. Both knew that Tonks was filled with quilt over what she had done, or what she hadn't done as to better describe it. There was no need to add to it.

"I don't blame you, y'know? It's my own fault." Tonks looked at him in questioning and Harry sat up. "The first thing I should have done is contacted Remus or Hermione or Ron or anybody, but I didn't. I never did because I was being stupid."

Tonks shook her head in disagreement and looked down at the floor. "I should have dragged you to the Order kicking a screaming if I had too, but I didn't. I should have done it even if you hated me for it." Her head snapped up to look at him when he rested one hand on shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly.

"If I'm not allowed to blame myself, then neither are you." Tonks stared at his smiling face for a few moments before slowly nodding her head with a smile of her own. "Now stop being such a downer, normally you're so cheerful."

"Yea, you're right."

"Of course I am, don't you know who I am." Tonks snorted before standing up.

"I'll see you around, Harry."

"You too, Tonks." With one last smile, Tonks left the room and Harry collapsed back onto the bed, but pulled back with a grimace when he felt the grease in his hair. 'God, I need a bath.' Doing just that, Harry made his way back into the bathroom and ran a bath.

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Fleur shook her head as to get rid of the disorientation from the Portkey and looked around in confusion. From what she could see, William had taken her to a relatively quaint street in London.

"The Order of the Phoenix are located at Number 12 Grimmauld Place." Fleur looked in confusion at the redhead beside her before turning to watch in amazement as the houses spread apart to reveal another house in between. She could barely disguise her amazement at the piece of charm work.

A Fidelus Charm of all things. One of the few charms known to the world that she still struggled to cast. She could, yes but she required a Ward stone to do so.

Most Ward stones acted as battery, they had numerous runic symbols upon it that absorbed ambient magic from around the surrounding area. Wizards and witches without the necessary power required the use of a Ward stone to cast certain Wards and then a Supplementary Ward stone was used to act as an anchor. This was impractical as ward stone themselves were extremely expensive and time consuming to create by hand.

Therefore most families simply used basic wards that they could use without a ward stone and didn't require an anchor to use. She herself could do some of the more defensive oriented wards without a ward stone, yet a Fidellus was just an extremely taxing and intricate piece of magic to use. Especially without a Ward stone, or a Supplementary Ward stone.

In fact, she reckoned that the number of people in Britain that could cast a Fidellus without a Ward stone could be counted on one hand.

"It's best we get inside quickly." William whispered urgently as he looked around warily. "We don't know who's watching and who could be following us." Fleur nodded her head as she also gave a quick glance around the area to see if she could find anyone before moving inside quickly.

As she crossed the threshold, she could feel the Wards in place around them. Some were relatively simple Wards, but there were others. Powerful and extremely dangerous Wards that made her natural magical sensitivity shiver in fear.

One thing she realised when walking inside, was that the house was just as dark and dingy as the outside. Truly, not a place anyone would want to live in for an extended period of time. However, with the current state of affairs in the Magical World, it was quite obvious that comfort over practicality is no longer affordable for some people.

One good thing about the house however, was the living room. Torches were lit giving a comforting and homely feel to the otherwise foreboding feeling the rest of the house gave off. The furniture was also new making it seem completely different to the rest of the house.

And there sat on one of the leather armchairs, was a middle aged looking man with worn clothing and a weary face. He looked at her with inquisitive and judging eyes, making sure that she was no threat before he relaxed. A small smile that was welcoming putting her at ease as well.

"Hello Miss Delacour, we've never met before, but I'm Remus Lupin." He greeted and she reached out and shook his hand.

"Remus?" She recognised the name from somewhere before her eyes lit up in understanding. "Remus Lupin, you're one of 'Arry's parents friends, right?" The man nodded his head with his smile becoming wistful as he thought about his friends. "'E talks about you a lot, but always refers to you as Moony."

"Does he?" Remus's smile became bittersweet, though his eyes seemed to shine with happiness. "I just wish I could do more for him." Fleur opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it. "While I might not be able to help him, hopefully you can."

Fleur was silent as she tried to argue against this, yet she couldn't find the words to do so. "I'll try." Was all she said, it was best not to make any promises. Honestly, Fleur didn't know what she could accomplish, Harry was a very complex individual. He acted calm and confident, pushing his real thoughts and feelings deep down, unwilling to let anyone see who he really is. She had caught glimpses, a friendly, funny and kind individual, yet she knew there was far more to him than that.

"That's all we can ask." Fleur smiled hesitantly. "He's upstairs on the first floor right at the end of the corridor on the doors named Sirius." She also recognised the name, Harry's godfather, the man who he had viewed as a father and a man who died far too early. From the few stories Harry had told about him, Fleur would have loved to meet him.

Walking up the stairs, she instantly missed the welcoming atmosphere of the living room. All around her were heads of House Elves, a Pureblood practise that had slowly died out somewhere around two centuries ago.

Slowly, she came to a stop out the door and stood there for what felt like hours. Her mind plagued with doubts and worry. What if Harry shut her out? 'No!' She firmly thought, whatever was going on with Harry, she would be there to help him, whether it be as a friend or more.

With that in mind, she opened the door and looked around. "Fleur?" Harry asked unsurely as he looked up from where he lay on the bed, his hair was wet and his face looked pale, but his emerald eyes were the most catching. Thus displayed a hole multitude of emotions ranging from happy to fear.

"'Ey, 'Arry." She greeted quietly as she closed the door behind her and moved across the room. Harry himself watched her guardedly as he moved to one side as to allow her to sit beside him. "'Ow are you?"

"I'm good." He replied quickly and shortly, something that she noted with narrowed eyes. Reaching out with both hands, she grasped his own and kneeled down in front of him. His eyes that had lowered to the ground as to avoid her gaze, were forced to meet hers.

"Don't lie to me, 'Arry." Her voice was firm and Harry winced. "Whatever 'appened 'zat day, I don't care. If you killed someone, I don't care 'zey tried to 'urt you and you acted in self-defence." From the grimace he gave, Fleur deduced that he had killed and she found that she really didn't care. "Buts 'zat's not all, is it?"

Harry replied with only silence, his head turning to one side as to avoid her gaze for the second time. Her heart clenched painfully when she saw the fear in his eyes just as he turned away from her. He was scared of what she thought.

The movement also revealed small bite marks upon his shoulder. Whatever it was, it seemed to be the main cause of his distress as he moved to cover it up quickly. In fact, if she hadn't been so focused on him she might never have noticed it.

It didn't take a genius to guess on what had bitten him. Voldemort was well-known to have allied himself with the dangerous, Fenrir Greyback, a werewolf. So it wasn't an impossibility to put two and two together.

Cupping his cheeks with both hands, Fleur made him look into her eyes once more and just held his stare. Unwilling to look away, now was not a time to let Harry shut her or anyone out. Whatever was on his chest, he needed to get rid of it and she would make sure he did.

It was Harry who finally broke the silence that had fallen between them. "I-I can't." Harry whispered hoarsely. "You'll hate me." Fleur pulled him into a hug, unable to hear the broken voice in which he spoke. It was obvious to her that this went far deeper. A fear of being left alone and she felt her eyes fill with tear for the young man in her arms.

"I will never 'ate you, 'Arry. You mean too much to me." She whispered sincerely. If this had being any other time, she would have never being able to say this, but right now, Harry needed reassurance. Something to prove that she wouldn't leave him and so she leaned in and pressed her lips against his gently. Fleur felt him tense in shock and slowly she pulled away to stare into his wide eyes.

"F-Fleur, I…" Harry stuttered, his shock at the sudden and unexpected kiss putting him off balance, a feeling he didn't enjoy at all. This summer he had gotten so used to being in control of his life, the sudden lack of control was daunting.

Fleur just smiled at him as he tried to come to grasp with what that kiss meant. "I care for you, 'Arry. While I may not love you, I believe 'zat what I feel for you could become love if given time." She stated confidently with a hint of a blush forming as she confessed how she felt. "'Ze fact 'zat you're a werewolf doesn't and never will change 'zat."

Harry stared at her silently, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to speak, however his mind was still a mess from the kiss and even more so as a result of her confession. "F-Fleur, it's not that I don't care for because I do, a lot." He began and Fleur stared straight into his eyes, focusing all her attention on him. "But me and you, it could never work." Fleur frowned and stood up, Harry unable to watch her leave stared at the ground.

"Why wouldn't it work?" There was no anger in her voice, just exasperation, something that made her wince internally. "Give me a good enough reason and if you still don't want 'zis 'zen I won't push you, just make me understand?" Her voice towards the end became soft with a hint of desperation. "Please?"

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Voldemort is going to come after me and by default, everyone associated with me. I don't want to make you a target. The fact that I am werewolf will also make me an even bigger target to not only the Purebloods on Voldemort's side, but also make those that are neutral and on the light wary of me."

"'Zat's just stupid." Harry's head snapped to stare at her incredulously and Fleur stared at him calmly. "You don't want to make me a target? News flash, 'Arry, but I'm already a pretty big target. I'm 'ze 'eiress of the Delacour family, a very wealthy and influential family in France. Not only 'zat, but I'm a Veela and 'ave spent practically all my free time 'zis 'oliday, in your company. I'd say 'zat I'm already a pretty big target."

"That's true, but you'd already be an even bigger target if you were in relationship with me." Harry argued weakly.

"I never said we 'ad to make our relationship public knowledge, it can be secret between me, you and close friends." Fleur calmly broke apart his argument. "I'm not letting you just forget your feelings or mine. 'Zis war as taken a lot from you, don't let it take any chance of a relationship from you as well."

Harry surged to his feet and Fleur stepped back at the quick action. "That's exactly why I don't want to get in a relationship with you Fleur!" Harry exclaimed and Fleur stepped back even more as her eyes flashed with hurt and then anger. She rose to her full height and stared back at him, holding her ground.

Harry himself winced at how that sounded and took a few seconds to take a calming breath, his eyes closed and his fists clenched at his sides. After a few more breaths, Harry opened his eyes.

"I can't being in a relationship with you, Fleur." Harry muttered softly as he stared straight into her cerulean ones. "I've lost my parents, my godfather and my friends have being put in constant danger just by being with me. The death of my godfather was rough, he was my only hope for a family and he was stripped from me before that could happen." Fleur's eyes softened, though she made sure that she still stood firm, she would not let Harry sway her from this. "It nearly broke me, I can't lose anyone else, especially not you."

"'Arry." She reached out and took his left hand into her right while with her right she cupped his cheek. "If I die, 'zere's nothing you or I can do to change 'zat and if 'zat's 'ze case, I'd much rather spend what little time I 'ave with you, 'zan live and not being able too." Harry opened his mouth to speak, but with she silenced him with her right index finger planting itself upon his lips. "I'm still speaking." He nodded his head in understanding. "It's my life 'Arry, I will live it 'ow I want to and right now, I want to spend it with you. Do you understand?"

There was silence as Harry stared at her with a vulnerability she hadn't seen before and then it was again replaced with defeat. Outwardly she remained the same, but inside she was jumping for joy at this victory.

Harry sighed and nodded his head and Fleur allowed a smile to come across her beautiful features. "I'm glad your listening." Harry snorted in amusement and pinched her sides gaining a yelp from the Veela.

"Don't get cocky." Harry replied and Fleur gave him a sultry look in response.

"Why, you going to do something about it?" She teased in a low voice that sent shivers up Harry's spine and all his blood to his lowers regions. A gasp escaped her lips when she found herself pushed up against the wall with Harry's hands on either side of her head.

"I think I might." Harry huskily replied before pressing his lips against hers gently, though the contact was short and simple, it left them both wanting more. "Are you sure about this, it's not too late to back down?" Harry asked as he rested his forehead against hers.

Fleur nodded her head. "I want this." She replied back confidential leaving no reason for Harry to doubt her sincerity. With that, Harry kissed her once more, his lips moving against hers. It was obvious that both were equally inexperienced, but they made up for it in enthusiasm. The desire to fully explore one another's mouth.

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Voldemort looked down at Fenrir with a smirk upon his features. He had his doubts about how useful the werewolf alpha would have been because for all his natural strength, speed and magical resistance, Fenrir had very little talent in magic. However, Fenrir had made a very interesting decision, one that he approved of entirely.

To turn the Wizarding world's saviour and Dumbledore's Golden Boy into a werewolf. A tactic that would serve to weaken magical Britain's moral even more. Though that information had to be kept secret for now. If the secret was revealed then he would no doubt be kicked out of Hogwarts for the 'safety' of the other students and he couldn't have Potters whereabouts be unknown. At least when he was at Hogwarts, Voldemort could prepare for him.

"Very well done, Fenrir." The alpha bowed his head as a show that he accepted his praise, though he didn't kneel, not like a loyal subject. While those of his Inner Circle saw this as an insult and the werewolf's pride talking, Voldemort knew it was because Fenrir didn't see him (Voldemort) as his master, only a tool to further his own ambitions.

Normally he would have dealt with such disloyal followers quickly as they could prove troublesome later on however, Fenrir was a different case. The alpha was in a position that made it impossible to remove him without losing a large chunk of support from the werewolves. He needed them as they were a very useful tool and therefore, Fenrir was indispensable.

That didn't mean he would stay that way. No, eventually Fenrir would lose his usefulness and Voldemort could dispose of him before he could cause any damage to his cause. Right now however, he would have his followers watching the werewolves and Fenrir closely. The moment he caught even a whisper of rebellion, Voldemort would deal with them personally.

"Dolohov, were your secondary and third objectives completed?"

"Yes, my Lord." Dolohov bowed and with a snap of his fingers, two Death Eaters entered, dragging in an old and weary body in between them. They dumped the body on the floor and Voldemort stared down at the figure with a smirk coming across his snake-like features.

"It's good to see you again." Voldemort's red eyes flared with power. "Ollivander."

A/N: And there we are, another chapter completed. Hopefully you enjoyed and if you did please let me know, also let me know if you have any criticisms or questions you would like answering.

Next chapter will be about Harry starting his sixth year and there will be some deviations from canon.