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Despite agreeing to do what his future Lord asked, not that he couldn't not do what was asked of him, Draco whined and complained to himself all the way back to the castle.
"Why do I have to ruin one of my best school robes, not like he cares. They aren't his robes. Why should I have to ruin my clothes?"
Yet despite his incessant complaining, Draco did as he was asked, falling down here and there, even going so far as to walk through some nasty, but not harmful, thorny bushes. The walk through the bushes added to the numerous scrapes, bruises, and cuts he already had across his body from the fake falls he had already made.
"And for Saint Potter to."
When Draco finally made it to the edge of the tree line he was greeted by half of the staff that were gathered at the edge of the forest. Thankfully he looked the part he was trying to play, clothes ruined, covered in mud and things Draco would rather not think about, scratches almost everywhere adding his blood to the mix of things all over him. Draco of course played the perfect part, scared, angry and hurt. Reciting exactly what the Dark Lord wanted him to, but in a much more whiny and sacred way, and giving absolutely no help to any of the teachers as the where the attack and escape happened. Thought Dumbledore did try and use legilimency, to find out, but as a pureblood heir, Draco had already mastered the basics of occlumency enough to keep Dumbledore out of his mind, for now at least.
Madam Pomfrey soon swooped in and took him back up to the castle and to the hospital wing. She quickly healed the cuts, bruises, and scrapes he got, and sent him off to bed, seeing as he wasn't harmed that much she didn't make him stay overnight unlike many other people who found themselves in her care and were forced to stay longer than most would deem necessary.
After he left she penned a letter and sent it to his parents, knowing that it would be better if they find out from her, rather than her getting in trouble days latter when they found out from someone else that something had happened to their son. She was also hoping that because it wasn't from Dumbledore that it would be better received. Not that she didn't know that no matter who it came from Lucius would make someone pay, most likely Dumbledore. Madam Pomfrey had no idea what had been going through Dumbledore's head when he thought that sending students into the Forbidden Forest would go over well, even if nothing really bad had happened to Draco Malfoy.
HP/FG-TW
Fenrir didn't think, he simply jumped forward for the flowers, getting a good grip on a dozen or so of them before he yanked them out of the ground and rolled away, with another prize that was not the flowers. A thestral bite, big but not deep enough to do much more damage than make him bleed for a while. Thrusting the handful flowers into the pocket of his cloak, Fenrir went far back in the cave and started running right at the mouth of the cave, the thestral had no chance. Even with it's large body and strength it couldn't handle the werewolf coming right for it at top speed, and it was pushed out of the way so hard and fast. It was still blinking away the stars from its eyes as it tried to watch Fenrir as he ran back into the dense trees.
Mentally cursing the minutes of wasted time, Fenrir ran harder than he did before, and was almost killing himself with how fast he was running, and had nearly ran into more than one tree on his way back to the clearing.
Once he arrived in the clearing he panicked. His Mate wasn't here, or his Lord. Pacing back and forth he sniffed as hard as he could, they had been gone for while but he could still smell the scent of them in the clearing. Following his nose he zigzagged back and forth following where the scents where the strongest. Almost completely bent over he smelled the scent along the ground, running into a tree when he didn't look up to see where he was going, his mind was focused on the mingled scents of his future Mate, and Lord.
All the while his shoulder throbbing and dripping blood, but he paid it no mind as he searched the forest. Pushing through some tall, thick bushed he tumbled into another clearing, smaller than the one before.
Across the small clearing was Tom, kneeling in front of the small, almost bathtub sized pond. He was sprinkling the powdered horn into the water, and chanting as he did. Without taking his eyes off the pond he picked up a small stick from next to his leg and stirred the powdered unicorn into the still, silvery water. While stirring, and chanting, he lifted and arm out to the side pointing at Fenrir, an unspoken signal for Fenrir to hand over the flowers.
Crossing the clearing in three large strides, Fenrir quickly handed over the bundle of flowers from inside his cloak, and stood there waiting by Tom's side as he plucked the petals off the flowers and scattered them on the pond's surface. The petals glided across the pond, as if some unseen wind was blowing them back and forth, through the water was as still as ever and never rippled.
As his Lord continued to chant, and placed the ingredients into the pond, Fenrir couldn't help but take a look at his sleeping Mate, who was laying in a patch of grass just off to the side of the pond. He looked even smaller now curled up on the dark tuft of grass. Despite his size and the now obvious scars that could be faintly seen in the pale glow of the moonlight, which accented the paleness of his skin, that in turn drew attention to his black as night tousled hair. Just from these looks Fenrir could tell that as he grew, which he doubted would be much taller than he was now, at least without a little help, and would blossom with beauty in time. The lightness of his skin, darkness of his hair, and vibrant brightness of his curse colored eyes, would be marvelous, and powerful in its own right. Even now as a gangly, young boy, not even in puberty yet, he was enchantingly mesmerizing. Though nothing could come of it, not really, until Harry came of age, and was able to recognize Fenrir as his Mate.
Fenrir silently hoped that this all wouldn't be for nothing, that they would be able to get out of the forest with his future Mate, but he knew his Lord would refuse to leave Hogwarts grounds until he got the stone.
HP/FG-TW
Tom wanted to scream in pain as he added the final ingredient to the pond, the strength it took to perform the ritual, and keep them all hidden with his magic was finally taking a toll on him. His muscles were aching from the cramps that ran through them and the strain of using so much magic in such a small amount of time in his already weakened state.
The owl feathers floated along the surface like the flower petals did for a few minutes before sinking in the water, growing darker as they absorbed the water and got closer to the bottom of the pond. As soon as they touched the bottom the pond started to glow an even stronger sliver then the moon, shining outward, blinding both Tom and Fenrir with it's overwhelming bright light.
As the light finally faded Tom said, "the pond is now ready. Once he is fully placed in the water it will cleanse him of all of the harmful spells that have been cast upon him, and free both his magic and his mind. Slowly place him in the water, and make sure not to touch the water itself, it can only be touched by one person, the one who it cleanses."
As Fenrir reached down and scooped Harry up off of the ground, he couldn't help but hiss and grit his teeth in pain. While the thestral bite didn't do too much damage it was now causing Fenrir quite a bit of pain. Putting the pain out of his mind as best he could Fenrir carried Harry over to the pond, and lowered him into it, being careful not to touch the water as Tom had told him.
"Once the water starts to glow a deep black, the ritual is complete and he can be removed from the pond, but not a moment sooner. If he is removed too soon, when the ritual is in the process of being completed, he might not be completely cleansed of the spells, the spells on him could become even worse, worse to the point of them killing him within minutes with the sheer force of their destructive power."
Fenrir bared his teeth and growled at the words that had just been spoken, his wolf rearing up inside him in anger at the thought of his Mate being hurt. He quickly forced the raging wolf down, knowing that what his Lord said wasn't to cause anger or threaten him, but worn him if he interrupted the cleansing. Turning back to the pond he realized that there was another reason Tom had warned him, while the surface of the pond wasn't that much bigger than a claw footed bathtub, it was much deeper than one. Harry had sunk deep into the pond, his whole body submerged in the water. It took all of his strength not to run and pull him out, despite knowing that because of the ritual Harry wouldn't drown in the pond, that magic involved wouldn't allow any harm come to him.
Time seemed to stretch on and on, with no end in sight, the minutes dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. Fenrir had turned away and back again, pacing between the pond and the edge of the clearing, forcing himself away from the pond, and his Mate who was laying at the bottom.
"Calm down, it has only been five minutes. With all the spells on him and how long some of them have been on him, it will take a little while for them to be properly and completely removed."
" I know my Lord, but it is hard to control myself. My wolf is demanding that I get him out of there, and to safety." Fenrir stated, tossing his head back and forth, agitation plain on his face.
"Well you can't, if you doing anything you risk causing more damage to Harry. So if you need to go into the trees, I will call you when it is over, and than you can come and get him out of the pond," said Tom. Who was the picture of calm, and reason.
"No, I can stay here."
"Good, now stand still, you are making me anxious will all your moving around... Look, the water is starting to glow, it shouldn't be long now," said Tom as he reached out a hand to caress Nagini's head interacting with her for the first time since Fenrir had approached him just a few hours ago. She and her constant hissing commentary had kept him calm the whole night and he wasn't going to get excited now.
HP/FG-TW
The first thing Harry realized when he woke up was that he couldn't breath, he was surrounded by water and couldn't breath. He panicked, it was too dark to see anything, let alone where the surface was, where he could get to air. Then suddenly he felt something grab him, he trashed even harder, fighting the strong thing that was holding him. As he fought the weaker he felt and if he could have seen he would have seen the edges of his eyes getting dark. Then his head broke the surface, Harry breathed in deeply, over and over until it felt like he was starting to hyperventilate.
His glasses were gone, and even without the water in his eyes everything would have looked blurry. The best he could tell was he was surrounded by trees. Then it all came back to him, Malfoy getting them detentions, going into the Forbidden Forest with Malfoy and Fang, coming across two people talking. Then Malfoy suddenly turning his wand on Harry, sending Fang away to get help, then getting grabbed by someone and lots of pain, then darkness. Harry quickly whipped his head around looking behind him, there was a large man towering over him, and another sitting on the ground a few feet away. Harry scampered away from them as quick as he was able, though he didn't get very far when he caught a foot on a large uprooted tree root, and froze in pain. Even though he wasn't standing he fell against the ground, clenching his teeth to keep from screaming. Not that he got much time to lay there before he was picked up and taken back into the center of the clearing.
"What do you want with me?" Harry asked from between his clenched teeth as he was sat on the ground in front of the other man, squishing as he touched the ground. "Why am I covered in water?"
"Those two thing are connected to each other. I do not want to do anything to you, except tell you the truth that has no doubt been kept from you. And as for why you are wet, you had many, many spells put on you that were very harmful, and more than likely would have kill you."
"What?! Why? Who would have done that?"
"Albus Dumbledore."
"No!" Harry exploded. "He wouldn't do that. You're lying."
"I can prove to you that I am not," said Tom, as he pulled his hood off allowing Harry to really get a look at him.