Disclaimer: Not mine only Cara.
Thanks to:
Idril tinuviel: It is a shame really, Dumbledore is too soft centred for his own good lol.
Arigazi: I'll write to JK about those boards lol. I'm glad I gave you a burst of energy because it means I'm not hyper all by myself lol. And you make me blush with your comments (Simpers) lol, it's good to hear that you really took a liking to this. Aye, I'll give you the link when I get them up, do not worry. And believe me, love is rekindled, you're always so nice Lmao.
Angel174: Aye, a form of Wicca is rooted from Celts but there are so many different paths, different gods & goddesses that it's amazingly fascinating. My own family ties though come from the Celts so I'm obsessed with them, I intend to get a tattoo of my family's emblem on my hip I'm THAT obsessed lol. And those Dartboards are popular lol.
Cardinal: Lol I'll send you one Heath.
Sykostalker27: Lmao another dartboard! Hmm I might just have to do something to the woman, goddess knows she deserves it lol. The shop Cara works in is a real place in Bath called 'Arcania'. If you live near there it's worth a visit believe me. And tell me about it, my dad's forever kicking me off the internet so I've settled for writing the stories on my lap top upstairs then post them later.
Hpstoryguy: Thank you, aren't you a darling lol. And aye, I'll tell you when the AU is up, it may come after the prequel for Little Wolf though.
Serpent of Light: Aye, I WILL someday go back and fix those. Other then that I'm glad you liked the story, and come on over, have a peek at the sequel lol.
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Chapter 7 – Promises
As Cara finished ringing up the last customer of the day's purchases he found himself distracted by what he had heard earlier. Saying a brief goodbye to Bethany he grabbed his side bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he walked between the still slightly bustling streets of Bath back to the apparition point.
Entering the large park nearby he walked into the grubby men's toilets where he apparated.
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"Arm's a little higher please Mr Potter, ah perfect thank you."
The measuring tape continued to whip around Harry's body taking measurements for his new battle robes. As it turned out the robes he'd had for the Second War were the old design and so he had to have the new one for his particular group.
The Auror's were separated into several groups depending on skill and expertise. There were groups for run of the mill wizards, one's for the position of hired Bodyguards and then there were one's for the more dangerous missions, the one's considered to be the elite members...this was Harry's group.
Obviously they couldn't send all of the Elite Auror's out at the same time so they were separated into four groups: 'Cernunnos' after the Celtic God of the Hunt, 'Artemis' after the Greek Goddess Huntress, 'Wodan' named from the Anglo Saxon Warrior God and 'Tiphareth' like the Sixth Qabalah representing sacrifice for the greater good.
Harry himself was in Tiphareth, an irony he thought as he briefly remembered the magickal coma he'd put himself in after the Second War, and had been handed position of Captain thanks to his previous experience of leadership with the Order.
"Right, well I'll just go put your uniform together if you wait here and we'll try it on shall we?" The tailor smiled and Harry grinned.
"Depends what you mean by 'we'?" The animagi joked as the other man laughed whilst going out back.
He glanced at the clock, noting it was almost 6 in the evening. Cara would expect him home soon as he finished about now.
"Here we are." The tailor said as he walked back through the curtain leading to the back and held up the robes for the Auror to see.
They cloak reminded Harry of a muggle trench-coat only the sleeves were of a wide flare-cut from the elbow to the tip of the sleeve. A patch rested where a breast pocket would usually be, the design that of a lion and unicorn reared up holding a pentacle between them. The letters 'B.A.F' were above them and running underneath them was the name 'Tiphareth'.
On the left sleeve a few inches down from the shoulder were a Union Jack patch and the words 'Captain' read underneath it. The cloak length looked like it would settle down on his thighs.
"You would wear this over those." The man pointed behind Harry where a pair of black combat trousers, a black wool polo jumper and a pair of calf high combat boots sat. There was a thinner jumper to the side for the summer.
"So I'm guessing the British uniform is black then?" The dark-haired man said as the tailor quirked an eyebrow at him.
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The keys jingled in the lock and Cara stepped through the doorway. Muttering the candles on he threw his bag onto the couch then collapsed next to it. Looking to his left he smiled at the photomontage as a variety of the Scoobies waved down at him.
He heard a sharp shattering sound and looked up as Harry stepped through the doorway a few moments later. In a brief moment of childishness the animagi ran up to the couch and jumped on Cara so that he landed with his knees straddled over the blonde.
"Hi love, how was your first day?" He asked excitedly and Cara laughed as an image of an over-grown puppy came to him. He was pretty sure had Harry been in his Caerleon form he would be wagging his tail.
"It was brilliant, the shop's really nice and the customers are always so polite. Yours?"
"I got my uniform today...wanna see me wearing it?" The darker man purred as he kissed a warm trail up the blonde's neck. Leaning his head back for a moment the werewolf let his lover kiss him until he pulled back with a gentle smile.
"In a minute...I need to tell you about something I heard today..."
Cara then went into an explanation of what the two women had been whispering about as Harry listened, a faint crease forming between his eyebrows as he frowned.
"What do you think? Me being paranoid?" he finished as his mate looked off to one side, thinking.
"I'm not sure, there are always rumours but I can mention it at work and look into it if you like...you never know it might just be the everyday gossiping of two witches...better safe then sorry though hmm?"
Smiling at the fact that Harry hadn't laughed and simply called him a jumpy little wolf he leant over and kissed the shocked man passionately.
Grinning as they pulled back Harry cocked his head.
"What was that for?" He said amused.
"For never doubting me. Now I believe you mentioned something about a uniform?"
~*~
Harry stepped out the bathroom wearing both a huge grin and his Auror Uniform. Cara had just finished turning on the Wizard wireless when his mate returned and as he turned to look at him his jaw dropped.
The Jumper clung to Harry's chest tightly showing off his form wonderfully and the trousers hung a little loosely off his hips to add better movement so that a bit of the animagi's toned stomach was showing. The trousers were tucked into the calf high boots that were done up with three buckles at the front.
The cloak was a drool worthy finishing touch as it both emphasised his lean 6ft height and gave him a sexy bad boy look. His raven hair that was now a messy length down to midway on his cheeks at the front and touching the bottom of his neck at the back was pulled back into a small ponytail, the fringe too short to be held back so it flopped forwards giving him a very slight gentlemen look.
"What do you think?" Harry smirked as Cara moved to kneel on his knees on the bed.
His only answer was a slight growl from the werewolf before he was jumped by the blonde, both collapsing to the floor in laughter.
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"I think I'll wear that more often." Harry panted, as they both lay sprawled on the floor of the bedroom, the sheets pulled from the bed covering them as they recovered.
"See that you do." Cara said as he placed a kiss on Harry's chest lightly.
Humming slightly as he snuggled closer the blonde rested his eyes a little. The two lay silently on the floor, enjoying the closeness as the faint music played in the background. The animagi toyed with his mate's hair as Cara listened to the beating of his lover's heart.
"Don't worry about today Cara, I'll look into it for you." Harry said suddenly causing the blonde to look up at him. The darker man looked down at him with a smile as he kissed the blonde hair.
"Remus told me once about when he sat with you when you were in your coma," the werewolf said as he rested his head back on top of the beating heart, " He said he was so frightened as he looked at your unmoving body, a tube down your throat, various others sticking out of your arms to keep you alive."
The Auror moved slightly to look down at the look on his boyfriend's face.
"He said...he said that the continuous beeping of the magickal life support still haunts him slightly as he kept thinking one day that it would flat out, that your life would have been whisked away like everyone else's that he had loved had. That the doctor would come to him and whisper your departure in a gentle way..."
Cara leaned up a little to look at Harry's solemn face as he finished in a whisper.
"They'll come to me now. If...if something happens to you they'll tell me as your life partner first...I don't want that. I don't want them to hand me your cloak as they give me their condolences. Please...Please be careful about this. Something's coming and I'm not sure I'm ready to live without you in my life yet."
Harry looked into the slightly watery amber eyes of his lover and felt his heart ache. As a child when he was locked in the darkness of the Dursley's cupboard with only his own erratic breathing as comfort he had wished for love. He had wished that he would find someone who wouldn't look at him in disgust, someone who would miss him when he was gone...and here, with a beautiful young werewolf leaning over him, love overwhelmed him as he felt his heart give a happy flutter as he leant up to kiss the slightly trembling lips of his boyfriend.
"I will, I promise Cara. I need you like I need oxygen. And I will do everything within my power to ensure you never have to go through that."
Watching each other for a moment they then leant forwards in a loving kiss, hands cradling one another's faces as they began their cycle of love all over again.
~*~
(Flashback 1985)
4 year old Harry quivered slightly as the cupboard door slammed shut.
"You'll stay in there boy, do you hear me? We've told you about your freakiness! How dare you!" Came the sharp bark of his Uncle Vernon.
He TRIED to explain that he couldn't have made his hair grow back, he DIDN'T know how it had done it. He'd simply been afraid that he'd be picked on more at school after his Aunt Petunia had given him a horrendous haircut only to find it had grown back the following morning.
A little frightened as he sat huddled in the corner of the pitch-black room he closed his eyes, not that it made much difference, as he imagined a place far away from here. He clasped his hands together in prayer like he did every night, trying to find comfort in the invisible force.
"Dear Lord, please take me away from here, help me find love. Give me wings like a bird so I can fly away from here, Dear Lord, please take me away from here, help me find love. Give me wings..."
He chanted this over and over in his little voice every night since he was able to form long sentences. He asked every night...but no one answered.
But tonight was different. As he eventually curled up under the worn blanket in the small bed of the cupboard he dreamed. He saw the image of a little blonde-haired boy clinging to a blonde-haired woman's skirt as she prepared a cauldron. The little boy was smiling and as he turned Harry caught a glimpse of sparkling Amber gold eyes.
In his sleep the child known as Harry Potter smiled.
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Thanks to:
Idril tinuviel: It is a shame really, Dumbledore is too soft centred for his own good lol.
Arigazi: I'll write to JK about those boards lol. I'm glad I gave you a burst of energy because it means I'm not hyper all by myself lol. And you make me blush with your comments (Simpers) lol, it's good to hear that you really took a liking to this. Aye, I'll give you the link when I get them up, do not worry. And believe me, love is rekindled, you're always so nice Lmao.
Angel174: Aye, a form of Wicca is rooted from Celts but there are so many different paths, different gods & goddesses that it's amazingly fascinating. My own family ties though come from the Celts so I'm obsessed with them, I intend to get a tattoo of my family's emblem on my hip I'm THAT obsessed lol. And those Dartboards are popular lol.
Cardinal: Lol I'll send you one Heath.
Sykostalker27: Lmao another dartboard! Hmm I might just have to do something to the woman, goddess knows she deserves it lol. The shop Cara works in is a real place in Bath called 'Arcania'. If you live near there it's worth a visit believe me. And tell me about it, my dad's forever kicking me off the internet so I've settled for writing the stories on my lap top upstairs then post them later.
Hpstoryguy: Thank you, aren't you a darling lol. And aye, I'll tell you when the AU is up, it may come after the prequel for Little Wolf though.
Serpent of Light: Aye, I WILL someday go back and fix those. Other then that I'm glad you liked the story, and come on over, have a peek at the sequel lol.
~*~
Chapter 7 – Promises
As Cara finished ringing up the last customer of the day's purchases he found himself distracted by what he had heard earlier. Saying a brief goodbye to Bethany he grabbed his side bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he walked between the still slightly bustling streets of Bath back to the apparition point.
Entering the large park nearby he walked into the grubby men's toilets where he apparated.
~*~
"Arm's a little higher please Mr Potter, ah perfect thank you."
The measuring tape continued to whip around Harry's body taking measurements for his new battle robes. As it turned out the robes he'd had for the Second War were the old design and so he had to have the new one for his particular group.
The Auror's were separated into several groups depending on skill and expertise. There were groups for run of the mill wizards, one's for the position of hired Bodyguards and then there were one's for the more dangerous missions, the one's considered to be the elite members...this was Harry's group.
Obviously they couldn't send all of the Elite Auror's out at the same time so they were separated into four groups: 'Cernunnos' after the Celtic God of the Hunt, 'Artemis' after the Greek Goddess Huntress, 'Wodan' named from the Anglo Saxon Warrior God and 'Tiphareth' like the Sixth Qabalah representing sacrifice for the greater good.
Harry himself was in Tiphareth, an irony he thought as he briefly remembered the magickal coma he'd put himself in after the Second War, and had been handed position of Captain thanks to his previous experience of leadership with the Order.
"Right, well I'll just go put your uniform together if you wait here and we'll try it on shall we?" The tailor smiled and Harry grinned.
"Depends what you mean by 'we'?" The animagi joked as the other man laughed whilst going out back.
He glanced at the clock, noting it was almost 6 in the evening. Cara would expect him home soon as he finished about now.
"Here we are." The tailor said as he walked back through the curtain leading to the back and held up the robes for the Auror to see.
They cloak reminded Harry of a muggle trench-coat only the sleeves were of a wide flare-cut from the elbow to the tip of the sleeve. A patch rested where a breast pocket would usually be, the design that of a lion and unicorn reared up holding a pentacle between them. The letters 'B.A.F' were above them and running underneath them was the name 'Tiphareth'.
On the left sleeve a few inches down from the shoulder were a Union Jack patch and the words 'Captain' read underneath it. The cloak length looked like it would settle down on his thighs.
"You would wear this over those." The man pointed behind Harry where a pair of black combat trousers, a black wool polo jumper and a pair of calf high combat boots sat. There was a thinner jumper to the side for the summer.
"So I'm guessing the British uniform is black then?" The dark-haired man said as the tailor quirked an eyebrow at him.
~*~
The keys jingled in the lock and Cara stepped through the doorway. Muttering the candles on he threw his bag onto the couch then collapsed next to it. Looking to his left he smiled at the photomontage as a variety of the Scoobies waved down at him.
He heard a sharp shattering sound and looked up as Harry stepped through the doorway a few moments later. In a brief moment of childishness the animagi ran up to the couch and jumped on Cara so that he landed with his knees straddled over the blonde.
"Hi love, how was your first day?" He asked excitedly and Cara laughed as an image of an over-grown puppy came to him. He was pretty sure had Harry been in his Caerleon form he would be wagging his tail.
"It was brilliant, the shop's really nice and the customers are always so polite. Yours?"
"I got my uniform today...wanna see me wearing it?" The darker man purred as he kissed a warm trail up the blonde's neck. Leaning his head back for a moment the werewolf let his lover kiss him until he pulled back with a gentle smile.
"In a minute...I need to tell you about something I heard today..."
Cara then went into an explanation of what the two women had been whispering about as Harry listened, a faint crease forming between his eyebrows as he frowned.
"What do you think? Me being paranoid?" he finished as his mate looked off to one side, thinking.
"I'm not sure, there are always rumours but I can mention it at work and look into it if you like...you never know it might just be the everyday gossiping of two witches...better safe then sorry though hmm?"
Smiling at the fact that Harry hadn't laughed and simply called him a jumpy little wolf he leant over and kissed the shocked man passionately.
Grinning as they pulled back Harry cocked his head.
"What was that for?" He said amused.
"For never doubting me. Now I believe you mentioned something about a uniform?"
~*~
Harry stepped out the bathroom wearing both a huge grin and his Auror Uniform. Cara had just finished turning on the Wizard wireless when his mate returned and as he turned to look at him his jaw dropped.
The Jumper clung to Harry's chest tightly showing off his form wonderfully and the trousers hung a little loosely off his hips to add better movement so that a bit of the animagi's toned stomach was showing. The trousers were tucked into the calf high boots that were done up with three buckles at the front.
The cloak was a drool worthy finishing touch as it both emphasised his lean 6ft height and gave him a sexy bad boy look. His raven hair that was now a messy length down to midway on his cheeks at the front and touching the bottom of his neck at the back was pulled back into a small ponytail, the fringe too short to be held back so it flopped forwards giving him a very slight gentlemen look.
"What do you think?" Harry smirked as Cara moved to kneel on his knees on the bed.
His only answer was a slight growl from the werewolf before he was jumped by the blonde, both collapsing to the floor in laughter.
~*~
"I think I'll wear that more often." Harry panted, as they both lay sprawled on the floor of the bedroom, the sheets pulled from the bed covering them as they recovered.
"See that you do." Cara said as he placed a kiss on Harry's chest lightly.
Humming slightly as he snuggled closer the blonde rested his eyes a little. The two lay silently on the floor, enjoying the closeness as the faint music played in the background. The animagi toyed with his mate's hair as Cara listened to the beating of his lover's heart.
"Don't worry about today Cara, I'll look into it for you." Harry said suddenly causing the blonde to look up at him. The darker man looked down at him with a smile as he kissed the blonde hair.
"Remus told me once about when he sat with you when you were in your coma," the werewolf said as he rested his head back on top of the beating heart, " He said he was so frightened as he looked at your unmoving body, a tube down your throat, various others sticking out of your arms to keep you alive."
The Auror moved slightly to look down at the look on his boyfriend's face.
"He said...he said that the continuous beeping of the magickal life support still haunts him slightly as he kept thinking one day that it would flat out, that your life would have been whisked away like everyone else's that he had loved had. That the doctor would come to him and whisper your departure in a gentle way..."
Cara leaned up a little to look at Harry's solemn face as he finished in a whisper.
"They'll come to me now. If...if something happens to you they'll tell me as your life partner first...I don't want that. I don't want them to hand me your cloak as they give me their condolences. Please...Please be careful about this. Something's coming and I'm not sure I'm ready to live without you in my life yet."
Harry looked into the slightly watery amber eyes of his lover and felt his heart ache. As a child when he was locked in the darkness of the Dursley's cupboard with only his own erratic breathing as comfort he had wished for love. He had wished that he would find someone who wouldn't look at him in disgust, someone who would miss him when he was gone...and here, with a beautiful young werewolf leaning over him, love overwhelmed him as he felt his heart give a happy flutter as he leant up to kiss the slightly trembling lips of his boyfriend.
"I will, I promise Cara. I need you like I need oxygen. And I will do everything within my power to ensure you never have to go through that."
Watching each other for a moment they then leant forwards in a loving kiss, hands cradling one another's faces as they began their cycle of love all over again.
~*~
(Flashback 1985)
4 year old Harry quivered slightly as the cupboard door slammed shut.
"You'll stay in there boy, do you hear me? We've told you about your freakiness! How dare you!" Came the sharp bark of his Uncle Vernon.
He TRIED to explain that he couldn't have made his hair grow back, he DIDN'T know how it had done it. He'd simply been afraid that he'd be picked on more at school after his Aunt Petunia had given him a horrendous haircut only to find it had grown back the following morning.
A little frightened as he sat huddled in the corner of the pitch-black room he closed his eyes, not that it made much difference, as he imagined a place far away from here. He clasped his hands together in prayer like he did every night, trying to find comfort in the invisible force.
"Dear Lord, please take me away from here, help me find love. Give me wings like a bird so I can fly away from here, Dear Lord, please take me away from here, help me find love. Give me wings..."
He chanted this over and over in his little voice every night since he was able to form long sentences. He asked every night...but no one answered.
But tonight was different. As he eventually curled up under the worn blanket in the small bed of the cupboard he dreamed. He saw the image of a little blonde-haired boy clinging to a blonde-haired woman's skirt as she prepared a cauldron. The little boy was smiling and as he turned Harry caught a glimpse of sparkling Amber gold eyes.
In his sleep the child known as Harry Potter smiled.
~*~