Fenrir walked into the room slamming the door and growling furiously, his magic snapping and rolling furiously. All his wolves had dodged out of his way the minute he had apparated back into the gardens, all of them lowering their eyes and baring their throats as he passed them. He felt a little guilty under his anger, he knew he wolves would be able to taste the furious Alpha power he was giving off, but he could not hold it back either.

He was in the middle of smashing up his living room when the door opened. He turned to snarl at whoever it was, and blinked when he saw Harry standing there looking determined, while Greg and Mary tried to pull him back out. They both froze and released Harry quickly when their Alpha's eyes fell on them.

"We will just... Harry you should come with us!" Greg squeaked.

"I'm fine, go," Harry shook his head.

"Harry..." Marry tried pleadingly.

"GO!" Fenrir snarled. His wolves ran for it. Harry, of course, just closed the door shutting himself in a room with a furious Alpha wolf, and crossed his arms. "Harry!"

"I'm not leaving you, you are clearly upset, and I am not just going to leave you to destroy your room," Harry sighed.

"You need to go!" Fenrir snapped.

"No, I don't," Harry stepped further into the room rather than out of it.

"Harry, listen to me!" Fenrir snarled storming towards him hoping to physically intimidate the young man away from him. He was terrified that he would hurt Harry, or that if he stayed for longer he would do something to truly scare him, and that would be them finished. The dark-haired teen was by no means a shrinking violet, but with everything that he had gone through with his family, Fenrir didn't want to push too far and drive him away, and he knew his anger was a fearsome thing when he got going.

Instead, of course, Harry reached up and cupped his face when he reached him. He ran his fingers over Fenrir's face, and then stood on his tip toes to press their lips together. Fenrir tried, he really did, he tried to pull back, to get away from Harry, but the younger man was insistent and held onto him.

With a soft growl, he wrapped his arms around Harry and tugged him firmly against his body, Harry wrapping his legs around his waist and fisting his hair slightly. He growled into his mouth again and moved them so Harry was pressed firmly against the wall he had just ripped a painting from.

Harry mewled, bloody mewled, against his lips and pressed in harder at the slightly rough treatment. And he was done. Between the anger and adrenaline still causing through his veins, and the lust now firing through his system he was lost. He gripped him tighter and kissed and nipped at his lips, encouraging Harry with him, pulling more delightful noises from him, more tugs to his hair and Harry kept up with him. He demanded more, pushed Fenrir to give him more.

He was feeding from Harry's mouth, tasting him, and teasing more and more reactions from him, pulling more and more noises from him. His hands were roaming searchingly over Harry's body, stroking down his back, gripping his hips, brushing feather light over his bum, gripping his shoulders. He made the most of the opportunity Harry was giving him.

He growled softly to himself when Harry mewled even louder than ever when he sank his teeth a little harder than he had meant to into Harry's neck, only for Harry to react and writhe in his arms at the guttural sound against his skin.

When they finally parted, both of them were panting and had kiss swollen lips, Harry's cheeks were flushed a delightful red, and his neck and face were covered in stubble burn, his neck covered in bites.

And then Fenrir realised that that furious, burning anger that normally took hours to get rid of, had calmed down and was replaced instead with a strange mixture of annoyance and contentedness. Huffing to himself at the smug look on Harry's face he carried him over to his sofa and dropped him down length ways before setting over the top of him, pressing his face into Harry's stomach. Smiling Harry undid the ribbon holding Fenrir's hair tied back, and started running his fingers soothingly through his hair.

"So, Voldemort isn't happy I'm here I take it?" Harry said softly after a good five minutes of just sitting there. Fenrir tensed in his arms immediately. "I'm not stupid Fenrir,"

"I know you're not," Fenrir sighed pressing a kiss to Harry's stomach and then sat up. "He demanded I hand you over,"

"Oh, ok," Harry said slowly.

"I told him know," Fenrir said firmly.

"You can't put everyone here in danger just for me," Harry argued. "The pups, Greg, Mary...everyone,"

"I can protect you all," Fenrir growled. Harry cupped his face and scattered kisses over his cheeks and lips to try and calm him down again.

"I know you can, but I don't want to cause problems or make things difficult, I could just..." He froze when Fenrir let out the most furious growl he had heard the other make, it was pure anger, and a snarl was covering his features now. He crushed their lips together again, giving Harry only time to squeak before his mouth was devoured under an angry werewolf.

"You are going nowhere unless you want to. I will protect you and my people and Voldemort can put up with it!" Fenrir snarled.

"Ok, I trust you," Harry smiled. That seemed to calm the man down, and the wolf, and he huffed before settling down again.

"I told him that giving you to him wasn't a choice. That you were willing to take an oath not to go after him if he left you alone. I also made it clear that I would not stand for him hurting you, and neither would my wolves,"

"Fenrir," Harry said hesitantly, worry clear on his features.

"Harry, he needs me as much as I need him. I am his most open creature supporter, and with me comes a lot of the others, I am good acquaintances with the Glasgow Kiss leader. I am also the best chance he has of getting the Giants and Centaurs onto his side. Not to mention if I withdrew my wolves, and the others followed, his numbers would disappear and he would lose. He knows your vow is his best chance, he just wants to have his cake and eat it,"

"Wow," Harry mumbled a little stunned.

"What?"

"I did not realise that you were so influential," Harry admitted.

"Does it turn you on?" Fenrir smirked. He let out a deep rumbling laugh as suddenly his shy Harry was back. He carried on chuckling as Harry tried to push his face away to stop him pressing kisses to his burning cheeks. It was only half hearted though, and he soon was pressing kisses and touches to Harry again, though a lot less fiery this time.

Fenrir hid a smile as he listened to the voices of children trying to be quiet. He would never have dreamt that waking up to the sound in his room would actually make him, want to smile. But here he was, and the sound made him feel content as he woke from his doze.

"Marie, what are you doing?" Harry said softly.

"I wanted to give him my teddy," Marie said quietly.

"Oh... ok," Harry sounded amused.

"I want it to make him feel better," Marie said firmly.

"I'm sure it will," Harry assured her. Fenrir squinted open an eye and saw bright red hair, and that she was looking at where he presumed Harry was. Reaching out Fenrir grabbed her around the waist and yanked her onto the sofa with him. She squealed before starting to laugh as Fenrir started to tickle her.

"Marie!" Niniel giggled racing over to throw herself on them to 'save' her friend, her long black hair like a blanket behind her. She pounced on them laughing harder when Fenrir wrapped an arm around her as well and tickling her. Suddenly he was buried underneath a pile of little bodies, and no one was really sure who was fighting against who, it just turned to a free for all.

"If someone gets hurt I am not patching them up," Harry said sounding highly amused. Fenrir popped his head up from between the cubs to see Harry cooking at a cooker that had definitely not been there when he dozed off.

"Harry?"

"I wanted to do a little home cooking, supper won't be long," He smiled. "Ok, come on guys, go and get some plates for us, and wash up,"

There was a mini stampede as the kids raced from the room leaving Fenrir lying flat on his back, a little confused. He shuffled himself into a sitting position, and hummed happily when Harry leant over the back of the sofa and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek.

"It smells amazing, what are you cooking?"

"Shepherd's pie, and nice big one considering I am surrounded by wolves," Harry teased. "Could you change the coffee table into a dinning one please,"

"Of course. When did the cubs get here?" Fenrir asked curiously as he moved to do as requested.

"They heard that you weren't very happy, so when they couldn't smell your anger anymore they asked to come in and help make you feel better. Apparently, they were hovering outside the whole time," Harry chuckled.

"Oh thank Merlin for silencing spells," Fenrir snorted.

"Amen to that!"

"Amen?" Fenrir frowned.

"Muggle thing," Harry shook his head before opening the oven.

"Oh wow that smells good!" Joseph groaned as he walked in carrying three plates. He quickly shoved them onto the table before racing over to hover by Harry.

"Food!" Theo cheered racing over and depositing his plate down too.

"Is it ready? Is it ready?" Patch was bouncing on his toes.

"It's ready, every take a seat or they don't get food!" Harry called. Fenrir grabbed Theo and helped him hop onto his seat, grabbing Patch and doing the same. Sitting down he made sure all of the others were settled before watching as Harry floated over three massive pans of shepherd's pie.

"This looks so good," Fenrir complimented Harry, looking at the perfect looking food on the table.

"It's just something that I threw together," Harry shook his head blushing.

"It looks good," Joseph said firmly.

"Itsh shates goof oo!" Marie mumbled. They turned to see she had taken a massive forkful from one of the pans and stuffed it all in her mouth so her cheeks were bulging. "Oofs!"

"Help yourselves guys," Harry laughed ruffling Joseph's hair for the lovely comment.

The next hour was filled with lazy chatter and the cubs told them about what they had been up to, Harry told him about how they were all coming on - causing a lot of blushes and happy squirming - that he was planning to take them out into the gardens to teach them a little out there, and he had roped in the gardeners to help him.

They migrated over to the sofa, and Fenrir transfigured the sofa automatically so that they could all snuggle on it, Harry pressed against his side, with the cubs surrounding them. His young mate picked up the book they were currently reading, and picked up from where they left off.

Fenrir settled back and closed his eyes, allowing the smooth voice he was growing in love with to wash over him, the kids giggled, gasped and squeaked through the story. At the scary parts Niniel and Theo snuggled into his side, and he hugged them closer, running his fingers through Niniel beautiful black hair.

Fenrir leant against the doorway as he watched Harry slipping Theo between Joseph and Marie, pressing a kiss to the forehead of each of the cubs before pulling the blanket over them all. He looked up and met Fenrir's golden eyes, a blush flaring over his cheeks at the intense look he was getting.

Fenrir held out his hand for Harry, making it clear what he wanted. Walking slowly over the Alpha Harry took in how gorgeous he really was. While he had been settling the cubs to sleep Fenrir had changed into low lying pyjama pants and a vest top, both of which really helped emphasise his muscles and build. His handsome face was gentle and warm, his eyes hungry and tender.

When Harry reached him, he wrapped his arms around his slender waist and pulled him against his chest, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

"Stay with me tonight, please?" He asked softly. Harry bit his lip looking unsure, so Fenrir rushed to assure him. "Just to sleep, nothing else I promise, I just want to get to sleep with you in my arms. Werewolves are tactile, and I just want to be close to you,"

"With a line like that, how can I say no," Harry said softly stepping forwards and nudging Fenrir into the bedroom before closing the door behind himself.

"Fenrir, you have come back quicker than I expected, I take it you have seen reason and are here to apologise," Voldemort smirked.

"I'm in love with him," Fenrir said simply, smirking himself at the dumbstruck looks he got from Voldemort and the rest of the inner circle.

"Pardon?" The Dark Lord said slowly as though Fenrir were stupid.

"I said I am in love with him," Fenrir repeated a little slower, watched as the snake like slits of the Dark Lord's nose flared.

"No,"

"Yes, I am afraid so,"

"That little whore must put out some good arse to have him this blinded," McNair snorted to Crabbe SR.

The scream he let out when Fenrir snapped his arm was satisfying and a little pathetic.

"Honestly, you should have known better," Stuart, the Leader of the Glasgow Vampire Kiss shook his head disgusted. "Congratulations my friend," He nodded holding his hand out to Fenrir.

"No not congratulations! He has fallen in love with my biggest enemy!" Voldemort snarled.

"Your biggest enemy is Dumbledore. Harry wants nothing to do with this war, he wants nothing to do with fighting. Dumbledore manipulated him into all of your confrontations, besides the one where you kidnapped him. He has promised to give a vow not to fight you, that neutralises any threat that he may pose to you, you have no reason to kill him," Fenrir said firmly.

"I will have no lose ends," Voldemort said imperiously.

"He is not a lose end, he is my mate," Fenrir growled.

"You will kill him and this silliness will be done with. Now I wanted to discuss the attack on..."

"Unless you accept his vow and make one in return that you will never, in any way try and harm him, then our partnership is done with,"

Voldemort stared at him, clearly waiting for him to back down as those around them froze and watched in silence.

"You would ruin everything we have built, and hope to build over some boy!"

"If you can't respect the relationship between one of us and a mate, then I am afraid we can not put our trust in your giving us equality," Stuart said softly.

"I am afraid that we must agree," Lillian of the Shifters nodded, she looked a little anxious, but her face was set.

"What do you think you are doing?" Voldemort snarled, throwing himself to his feet.

"We are here, fighting beside you, because you promised to respect who we are, what comes with us being Creatures, and to give us equality. Mates are one of the most sacred things to us. Were Alpha Fenrir's mate to pose a threat to you, we could understand your actions, however he has offered you an option that neutralizes the danger his mate may pose you to you, plus ensure that you have a much better chance of winning a war that we are sacrificing our people for. I am sorry, but we can not stand by you, should you not respect this," Stuart shook his head.

"You are threatening to leave my side because of one boy!" Voldemort shouted furiously.

"My Lord," Lucius stepped forwards. "We have been discussing it, we are not happy that you are refusing to take this vow,"

"Pardon?" The Dark Lord looked furious, and Fenrir was a little worried that he was about to become the man the light side accused him of being, and start cursing them all.

"I am sorry my Lord," Silver tongued as always, it was no wonder that he had been nominated to speak for them. "But we all feel that you are allowing your personal vendetta to stand above what is our best chance to win this war. We all trust and follow you, we are all risking something by being here, and or you to risk everything that we have all worked hard for, everything that we have risked to follow you, because you will not take this vow,"

"I did not agree with them my Lord," Bellatrix crooned.

"The boy destroyed me and everything that we had worked hard for!" Voldemort snarled.

"What he was baby, and arguably it was Lily Potter that defeated you. There are those among your ranks whose parents stood against you," Lucius pointed out.

"He still went against you," Bellatrix added in.

"He stopped my recovery in his First year!" Voldemort said between gritted teeth.

"And from what Fenrir has said he was manipulated there every step of the way by Dumbledore, to every confrontation. We are all aware of how manipulative that man is. And pardon my forwardness my Lord, but you more than anyone should understand how much power that old man probably had over Potter with him coming from the home life we now know he has had with those filthy muggles Fenrir destroyed,"

"I think you are well within your rights to kill him My Lord," Bellatrix simpered, shuffling a little closer to the Dark Lord.

"Yes Bellatrix we get that you are an incredible suck up who is madder than a bag of cats, if you could maybe shut up for five minutes so the sane people can speak!" Lucius snapped. "My Lord, we can understand why this is difficult for you. However from the sound of it the boy will be quite happy to stay in Fenrir's pack house and play home with him. You will have nothing to fear from him...worry about with him if he takes the vow,"

Voldemort spun and stalked back to his seat at the head of the hall, standing in front of it he kept his back to the room for nearly 15 minutes as they waited as patiently as they could for him to reach a decision. There were a lot of worried looks exchanged as they waited, though Fenrir did send Lucius a small nod of thanks. He had counted on the other creatures present to back him, he had not counted on the Death Eater wizards to do so as well.

"Before I agree to anything I have one condition. Severus will come to your house in a few days and administer veritaserum, I want to confirm for definite that there are no other plans. He will ask a set of questions for me, before returning so I may witness his memories. Then I will agree to the vows should he prove completely willing to remove himself from the war,"

"Agreed, but only if Lucius comes, not Severus. And only 10 questions," Fenrir said firmly.

"This is not an argument!" Voldemort fumed.

"I am afraid it is. Things Harry has said has raised to question the true loyalty of that man, I will not have him near Harry and risk him taking him back into Dumbledore's clutches. Plus he has bullied, belittled and tortured my mate for years, I will not expose him to Snape's vitriol within our home. A place where I promised him he would be safe,"

He saw something flash in Voldemort's eyes, something sympathetic perhaps, at the words home and safe. Perhaps something in Voldemort did have sympathy for Harry and the similarities of their upbringing.

"You are lucky you have been my friend for a long time Fenrir, and unlucky in who you have chosen to love. Very well, Lucius will come to you in three days when I have decided my questions. I am tired of being argued with now, all of you leave," Voldemort waved his hand in dismissal. "Except you Severus,"

"I am sorry to disturb your lesson, but I need to talk to you," Fenrir apologised, trying to ignore the small eyes watching him, instead focussing on Harry.

"Of course, ok guys, early break, be back in 20 minutes, I will come get you if you are not!" With that warning the kids raced off. Joseph and Niniel who were in this class pausing to hug him around the waist, before they too scarpered.

Harry walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his neck in welcome, and drawing him into the warmth of his kisses. Fenrir surrendered himself to the comfort of Harry's arms and kisses, allowing him to calm him from the tension that had built in his shoulders.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked once they parted.

He took Harry's hand and transfigured one of the chairs into a comfy armchair, before sitting and pulling Harry into his lap. Harry laughed awkwardly, feeling a little silly, but then the larger man hugged him a little closer, and he settled comfortably against him.

Closing his eyes he pressed his face into Fenrir's shoulder he breathed in the earthy, musky scent of the other. Fenrir was hugging him close, and clearly trying to comfort him, so whatever was coming was going to be interesting.

"I was at a meeting,"

"Ok," Harry didn't need to ask what the meeting was.

"He has agreed to take vows on one condition," Fenrir licked his lips

"Ok... what's the condition?" Harry's voice trembled just a little in fear.

"Harry, look at me," Fenrir's tone was firm, unmoving, nearly Alpha. Harry raised his eyes and met golden ones with trepidation. "Don't look at me like that," He said softly.

"Sorry,"

"No, don't be. Harry you have trusted me this far, you have trusted me to keep you safe, keep trusting me. Trust that I would not agree to anything that could hurt you," Fenrir said with a hint of growl to his voice.

"I do trust you," Harry looked up meeting his eyes. "I trust you more than I have trusted anyone else in my life,"

"Then trust me now. Trust me to look after you, and care for you, to give you a home, and to protect you, to make you happy,"

This was more than just a conversation about whatever Voldemort had asked for. This was a lot more. Fenrir was asking Harry to give himself to him. He was asking that Harry give himself to him. Fully.

Leaning forwards he pressed his lips sweetly to Fenrir's in answer. Chaste, sweet and innocent. But saying a hell of a lot. He was saying much more than that he was just giving his heart to Fenrir. He was giving everything to him. Heart, body, soul. He was placing everything into Fenrir's hands.

And looking into golden eyes. It was the right choice.

"What is the condition?" Harry asked softly.

Harry shifted a little uncomfortably as Lucius stared at him, and he had been for nearly 5 minutes now. The only thing from stopping Harry from snapping something sharp at the other man was Fenrir sitting right next to him, strong and firm. When Lucius had suggested he leave the room the growl he let out would have scared him, had it not been to protect him.

"Lucius, get on with it, or I will throw you out on your ear, and you can explain to Him why," Fenrir rumbled.

"My apologies, I will administer the potion, you can of course make sure that I give the correct dose. I will then ask 10 questions that the Dark Lord wants to know,"

"Agreed," Harry nodded.

"Agreed," Fenrir grunted.

Lucius administered the potion under Fenrir's watchful eyes, and second later Harry felt the fog of the potion settling over him. "A few test questions?" The blonde asked.

"Simple," Fenrir frowned.

"Is your name Harry James Potter?"

"No, it's Harrison James Potter," Harry felt compelled to speak.

"How old are you?"

"16,"

"Who were your parents?" Lucius asked.

"Lily and James Potter,"

"Ok. 1) Will you really take a vow not to use your magic against Voldemort?" Lucius started on the list.

"Yes I do," Harry answered.

"2)Would you break that vow, even at risk of your magic?"

"Yes I would," Lucius glanced at Fenrir at the answer and received a small nod in return. He noticed absently that the Alpha was looking worried, but through the haze of the potion couldn't really understand it.

"Why would you break your vow?"

"If he threatened Fenrir, or my cubs," Harry said as firmly as the potion would allow.

"Your cubs?"

"That is personal!" Fenrir growled covering Harry's mouth so the answer was mumbled into it.

"Very well. 3) Do you want to fight in this war?" Lucius continued.

"No, I want nothing to do with it,"

"4) What do you want?"

"Love. Family. Children. I want a home, and I want peace," Harry could feel the emotions bubbling under the surface, but he couldn't really feel it.

"Right. 5) What did your family do to you?" Fenrir tensed at the question, but they had guessed that this would be brought up. And they had discussed where Fenrir should stop him.

"They hurt me. They hit me, starved me, they beat me, they locked me in the cupboard under the stairs, which was my bedroom. They treated me like a slave, I cooked for them, cleaned for them, I tidied, gardened, cooked for them, cleaned for them..." Lucius looked startled when Fenrir covered Harry's mouth.

"That's enough, Harry" Fenrir said gently. Lucius looked startled at the tenderness Fenrir was showing.

"Right. 6) How do you feel about Dumbledore?"

"I hate him,"

"7) Why?"

"He has manipulated my entire life. He knew about what happened at the Dursleys, and he sent me back there anyway. He wanted to turn me into an experiment, to see if I would turn into Voldemort. And he wanted to turn me into a weapon,"

"8) How do you feel about those you have left behind," Lucius asked.

"I still love them. They were people who showed me what it was to be cared about, and to have someone there for you," Harry felt Fenrir tensing uncertainly next to him. "But I can never be fully sure about the fact that they are honest with me. I have always had a suspicion that they are friends with me because of Dumbledore. And none of them did anything to stop Dumbledore sending me back to the Dursleys,"

"9) How do you feel about Voldemort, Tom Riddle, and any other name you know him by?"

"I hate him. He murdered my parents and ruined my life, he put me in the situation that I was in with my relatives. He kidnapped and hurt me, he's tried to kill me on numerous occasions now. But he is my best chance of survival now, should the vows be agreed, and for me to maintain the life I want with Fenrir, so I will put up with him, as long as he stays away from me and my family,"

"10) How do you feel about Fenrir?" The question visibly stunned Fenrir, and he moved as though he wasn't sure whether to stop Harry or not.

"I love him. Its been very quick, and I am still not sure about where this is going, or what I am feeling, not fully. But I do love him, and I want to have a life with him, a home, and a family,"

"You're done Lucius," Fenrir said firmly standing and pulling the antidote from his pocket and quickly gave it to Harry. The dark haired teen blinked rapidly, before his cheeks burnt bright red as he realised everything he had said.

"It was nice to see you again Harry. I am sorry that I had to be so invasive. Believe it or not Fenrir and I are good friends, I hope that we can form a good relationship, I have not seen him so happy in a long time," Lucius said to Harry.

"We will see how it goes," Harry nodded.

"A very good answer," Lucius smiled. "Fenrir," He shook hands with the werewolf before turning to leave. Harry lowered his eyes when Fenrir turned back to him as soon as the door shut behind Lucius.

"Don't do that," Fenrir knelt in front of him, and took his hands within his own strong ones.

"That was a little more than I intended to say," Harry groaned.

"I want that to, with you. You, me, our cubs... which I am sure we are going to be adding to," Fenrir let out a rough chuckle. "Harry you didn't say anything that I don't want either,"

Harry looked up, meeting his eyes before a shy smile crossed his features. Leaning forwards he pressed their lips together, holding onto Fenrir's strong shoulders as he flicked his tongue out to taste the werewolf. Humming in appreciation Fenrir reacted and chased the taste of the potion away with his kisses.

"Thank you for doing that," Fenrir smiled once they had parted.

"If I get to keep you, and I get to keep you in peace. Well, you're worth it," Harry shrugged. "Also, does this mean we get to keep the cubs?" He grinned.

"I think it is a little late for that don't you?" Fenrir snorted.

"What do you mean?"

Fenrir didn't answer but instead strode over to the door and yanked it open. Their cubs jumped and yelped in shock, Patch making a weird squawking noise which caused the others to giggle, despite their being found hovering outside.

"What are you guys doing?" Harry smiled.

"We wanted to make sure you were ok!" Niniel huffed.

"We were here to protect you!" Patch growled.

"Thank you," Harry opened his arms and the cubs hurried over, Theo pausing to climb Fenrir like a tree. The others piled around Harry, touching him gently and sniffing him a little to make sure that he was ok.

Hugging them close, and meeting Fenrir's eyes where he was settling Theo onto his shoulders, he realised the Alpha was right. It was too late. And he could not be happier about it.