"Harry?" Fenrir said tiredly when Harry jerked next to him, reaching out automatically for the younger man.
"Something is wrong with Patch," Harry said even as he was already out of the bed and hurrying to the door. Fenrir scrambled with the covers, suddenly a lot more awake as he hurried after Harry. The two of them raced the little way down the hallway to the room that the children were currently sleeping together.
They threw open the door just as Marie started towards the door.
"Dad, Papa something is wrong with Patch," She cried seeing them.
"It's ok," Fenrir picked her up holding her close and throwing a Patronus out to Greg and the healers while Harry made his way to Patch's bed.
"He's burning up," Harry said concerned feeling Patch's forehead, worrying even more when he showed no reaction at all to Harry trying to rouse him.
"What do we do?" Fenrir asked concerned, holding Marie even closer to himself.
"It's going to be ok, we just need to cool him down a little before Greg gets here," Harry said already stripping Patch's pyjamas off, picking him up and hurrying him to the bathroom, he quickly filled the bath using magic and carefully placed Patch into it, dripping water over him repeatedly as he cast other spells on the little boy that he really hoped would be safe to cast, but not knowing what else to do.
"Greg!" Fenrir called, "in there," he indicated to the bathroom, standing with the rest of the children in the bedroom to try and keep them calm.
"Harry?" Greg fell to his knees beside Harry, already casting spells on the little boy.
"I cast cooling charms on him, some charms for his breathing and to try and regulate his temperature and heart rate," Harry explained looking at Greg with wide, panicked eyes.
"You did the right things," Greg assured him. "I need to get him to the healing rooms,"
"I will carry him," Harry shook his head, wrapping the small boy in towels he held him close. They raced through the manor to the healing rooms, Harry holding Patch close, Fenrir carrying Marie and Theo, Joseph and Niniel hurrying along with them.
"It is best that you stay out here, I know it will be difficult, but you're going to just be in the way," Greg said holding his arms out for the little boy. Harry looked at him reluctantly but knowing that time was of the essence he hugged Patch close for a second before passing him over.
They stepped back and Greg hurried into the room, some of the other healers already in the room. Harry wrapped his arms around Joseph and Niniel as the door shut, the group of them standing there looking at the door concerned.
They eventually sat down, on the sofa in the room outside the healers' room, the children sitting on their knees, all of them a little wide-eyed and more than concerned as they stared at the door as though it would magically open and reveal everything was ok in there. Fenrir slipped his hand into Harry's squeezing it in support as they settled in for a wit that they knew was going to feel like decades to them, all of them wishing to mother magic and mother moon for everything to be ok.
"Lucius?" Fenrir blinked tiredly at his friend as he stepped out of the healers' room.
"I am sorry for disturbing you, our Lord sent me to see what was going on when you did not show up for the meeting, I was concerned. Greg filled me in, I wanted to make sure that you are doing alright and to see if there is anything that I can do to help," Lucius said reaching out to touch his friend's shoulder.
"He is stable, it took a long time to get him stable, far too long, it is moon sickness," Fenrir sighed tiredly rubbing his face. "He's been sick for a week, he is finally getting better, the healers are keeping him asleep for now to allow him time to heal better, but they are hoping that we can wake him in a day or two,"
"How are you doing?" Lucius asked concernedly.
"I am tired and worried. I never really wanted to have kids, and then they're in my life, and I love them, they're my cubs, nearly losing him…" Fenrir shook his head.
"Kids are hardy, and they bounce back, remember when Draco had dragon pox? Narcissa and I were still recovering from the stress and tiredness of the worry from how ill he had been while he was running around as though nothing had happened," Lucius squeezed Fenrir's shoulder.
"Harry is so worried as well, I don't know what losing one of the cubs would do to him," Fenrir said tiredly.
"Hey, don't think like that, you said he is doing better, and you and Harry have a brilliant relationship, you are strong together, you and your little family are going to be fine," Lucius assured him.
"Little family, my family has gone from just me to six other people," Fenrir chuckled.
"And you're going to be fine," Lucius reassured him. "I will leave you to get back to your family, if you need anything at all, call me right away! I don't care what time it is, you call me right away," Lucius said firmly.
"I will, thank you, my friend," Fenrir clapped Lucius on the back before heading back into the room.
He smiled down at where Harry was curled up on one of the other beds in the room that they had widened to allow for them all to lie together, he was at the centre of the bed with Niniel and Theo on one side of him snuggled into his back, and Marie and Joseph snuggled into his front, all of them holding tightly onto his robes. Fenrir laid himself back onto the bed behind Niniel and Theo, appeasing his wolf's desperate need to protect his family when there was so little he could do right now for Patch who was laying on the bed looking so small and pale, so young right now.
The children had not wanted to leave Patch, and Harry and Fenrir had not wanted any of their children far from their view, so they had been spending most of their time in this room, staying near to Patch.
Moon sickness was not unheard of, but it was dangerous in younger children, and they had been frantic for the first couple of days, terrified that they were going to lose their youngest Cub. Fenrir had felt so helpless, he could stand and fight, he could use his body to protect them and guard them need be, he could use his political power to guard and protect them here in their home, he could use his place with Voldemort to move people around to guard those he loved.
Being faced with something that he could not control in his young, fledgling family had been terrifying, and he had been lost as to how he could help, settling into prowling around them, urging them together and trying to keep them in his sight.
He started when gentle fingers brushed over his face, he turned his whisky eyes down to meet bright green ones gazing at him over the heads of their cubs. Harry smiled tiredly at him, still a little too shaky and not his real smile, but it was getting brighter as Patch recovered.
"You're thinking too hard," Harry said softly, sitting up and running his hand through his messy hair. He slipped down the bed from between the children, settling the blanket over them. He made his way over to Patch, checking his temperature and casting the various spells that Greg had taught him to cast diagnostic checks over the young boy, promising to teach him other general ones to check on the children in the future, just in case.
Once he was satisfied that Patch had improved through the night since the last time he had checked on him he turned and made his way to the side of the bed Fenrir was on, crawling onto the bed and into his Alpha's waiting arms, pressing his face into Fenrir's throat, soaking up his scent contentedly.
"Thank you," Harry sighed into his skin after long minutes of them just holding each other.
"For what Little One?" Fenrir asked surprised.
"For being here through all of this, I felt so helpless, without you being so strong I don't know what I would have done without you being here," Harry sighed.
"I was just thinking the same thing, I have felt so helpless the last few days, without you being so strong for myself and the children I don't know how I would have gotten through it," Fenrir ran his fingers through Harry's hair and then gripped it, tilting Harry's head up so that he could kiss him firmly, though the kiss was more of comfort than passion after the last week that they had survived through.
"You guys are gross you know that right," Niniel complained sleepily.
"So gross," Marie agreed, turning onto her stomach.
"You know we're right here in the bed with you guys right?" Joseph grumbled.
"We do now," Harry huffed out a little laugh, probably the first one from him that Fenrir had heard since that night where they had run into the kids room that night. The two of them started laughing when the kids suddenly started climbing on top of them, balancing on top of them. Harry laughed as Theo wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders as Marie bounced on top of them.
"Little monsters," Fenrir growled, and the kids squealed with laughter as he pushed himself up, taking all of them with him. The room was filled with laughter as the two of them tickled them while the kids tried to climb all over them and tickle them back. Eventually, Harry called time to the play and rounded the kids up to get some breakfast down them, and then to shower and change. When they got back Greg was there and talking with Fenrir.
"Hey, good news, Patch is ready for us to wake him up," Greg grinned when they walked in.
"Really?!" Harry said excitedly, picking Marie up as they hurried over to Patch's bed.
"Really, I am going to do that now," Greg nodded.
"Ok guys, I need you to sit on the bed and stay calm please, Patch is probably going to be feeling tired and a little confused, and we need to focus on him for a few moments and make sure he isn't overwhelmed, once he is more awake you guys can come over, ok?" Harry said firmly.
Fenrir watched with the same feeling of awe as their rowdy kids did as they were told, hurrying over to the bed to settle down on it, watching eagerly as Harry, Fenrir and Greg made their way to Patch's side.
"Ready," Greg nodded waving his wand over Patch for a few final checks and then cast the spell to wake him up. It took a few heartstopping moments, but then Patch's eyes flickered, and he opened his big brown eyes.
"Papa? Daddy?" He slurred out looking confused between them as they leant over the bed.
"We're here sweetheart. We're here," Harry said softly, combing his fingers through Patch's hair gently.
"It's ok, it's all ok," Fenrir nodded taking Patch's little hand in his own huge one, holding it as tightly as he dared.
"I don't feel well," Patch whimpered, his bottom lip wobbling as tears filled his eyes. Greg sat on the bed with the other kids as Harry carefully lifted Patch into his arms, hugging him as Fenrir wrapped his arms around the two of them.
"Its alright sweetheart, it's alright, you haven't been well, but you're alright now, you're going to be getting better," Harry said gently as Fenrir started up a low rumble in his chest, looking a little startled himself at the sound suddenly coming from his chest. It took Harry a moment, but then he realised where he had heard it before, it was a sound that he had heard from some of the parents around the manor making for their children to comfort them.
Patch settled down at the noise, burying his face into Harry's throat and starting a soft little noise of his own. Harry climbed carefully onto the bed with Fenrir's help, the Alpha climbing on behind him, once Harry was settled back against Fenrir's chest and he was holding them carefully he nodded at the rest of the children who hurried over to climb onto the bed as well, though they were careful as they climbed up and pressed close to the three on the bed.
Sitting with his new family surrounding him, holding one of his children close as he fell into a natural sleep, their other children letting out soft little noises of their own to help comfort Patch and settle him back into sleep, Harry felt as though this was where he was meant to be, this was his reward for everything that he had had to suffer through.
Harry watched with a soft smile as the children ran around the garden, shouting and calling to each other. He wrapped the shawl he had with him a little tighter around his shoulders, the autumn was finishing and winter was setting in properly, and with it came the biting wind. Even with their werewolf constitutions the children wouldn't be able to play out for a long period of time for much longer, and so he was allowing them to run off some of their energy.
He was keeping a close eye on Patch, their youngest was running a little slower than normal, and he was taking little breaks every now and then, coming to sit with Harry when he needed a break before racing off to the others. The other children were being careful with him, Joseph and Niniel carefully watching him as they played.
Harry smiled softly as he watched them, the laughter and the shouting coming from them made him smile even more. It had been a stressful few weeks for them all, and he was sure that his heart had stopped a few times during Patch's illness and recovery, but if any good had come out of what had happened it was that it had drawn their little fledgling family even closer.
Their moon spent together had been the drawing of them together properly as a family, Patch's illness had sealed them together as a family. Patch had completely let down his walls and the barriers that had still been around his heart from being abandoned by his parents for being a werewolf, the fact that Harry and Fenrir had stuck by his side throughout the whole illness, had cared for him and hadn't left him behind. Marie had accidentally called them dad and papa in her panic that night, and Patch when he had woken up, and all the children had started calling them that since, and every time he heard it Harry couldn't stop smiling. It had also drawn Harry and Fenrir even closer together.
It was something horrendous that they had gone through, but they had gone through it together, and they had come out of the other side of it stronger. Harry knew he was utterly in love with Fenrir, and he hadn't thought that it was possible, but he loved him even more.
Fenrir had reluctantly gone back to work as the Alpha of their home, both to deal with the daily running of the mansion, and their political matters, meetings with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, especially now Dumbledore was dead and they were taking control of the Ministry. Harry was surprised by how lenient Voldemort had been with Fenrir disappearing at such a delicate time, but he had been. Harry didn't particularly want to know why he was being so understanding, and he didn't want to think about it too much. As long as they were all safe here within the mansion, and their people out of the mansion were safe, that was all that mattered.
Fenrir had offered him information about what was going on with the Order and those that he had known, he had not wanted details, but he knew that most of the Order were in Azkaban, he knew that a large number of the Weasleys were under house arrest to try and turn the younger Weasleys over to Voldemort's side. Harry had said nothing about that except for the fact that they might be playing along, but he doubted that they were really thinking about turning.
Fenrir had not wanted to leave their side after everything that they had been through, he had not wanted to leave them alone, but Harry had assured him that they would be fine, and he had responsibilities outside of them to look after.
Speaking of responsibilities, Harry was aware now that he had had more and more responsibilities placed on him over the month before Patch's illness, he thought those responsibilities were those of the Alpha mate. He had not even realised that it was happening until being on the other side of Patch's illness and realised what had been happening.
He wasn't angry about it, he was amused but more than that he felt a warmth within him as he realised that Fenrir's pack clearly thought of their relationship seriously and thought that Harry was going to be occupying this position in their pack.
"Dad! Dad!" Niniel bounded over to him and wrapped her arms around him.
"What? What?" Harry laughed.
"Papa is coming," She grinned before bounding off in the direction of the mansion, the other kids in tow behind her. Harry laughed happily to himself when Fenrir came into view, all of their kids were hanging off of Fenrir who was shuffling along with them, his muscles bulging as he carried them, but with his werewolf strength he was able to walk along.
Harry smiled fondly at him when his whisky eyes looked up and found him, his grey hair was tugged back neatly into a ponytail, and he was wearing a neat navy blue shirt that was opened just enough to reveal his muscled, tattooed chest, just enough to be tempting, but not enough for what Harry wished he could see and touch. Pressed black trousers clung to his muscled legs and emphasised them delightfully.
Shaking off his thoughts, for now, Harry stood and made his way over as the kids shrieked and giggled, throwing themselves off of the Alpha to carry on playing as Fenrir made his way over to where Harry was walking to meet him.
The larger man wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and tugged him against his body, leaning down to eagerly capture Harry's mouth in a kiss, growling lowly when Harry pressed eagerly against him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and kissing back eagerly.
"What brought that on?" Fenrir asked, licking his lips as he stared down at Harry with hungry eyes.
"I missed you," Harry smiled, and reaching out to trace the tattoo on Fenrir's chest he added, "and you look incredibly handsome,"
"Really? I will have to dress up some more if it gets this reaction," Fenrir growled, lifting Harry's fingers to nip at the pads of them.
"You will have to," Harry smirked kissing Fenrir one more time before turning to the children, leaving the Alpha to sway towards him with a whine at the loss of contact. "Come on you lot, supper time,"
"What is for supper?" Joseph asked scrambling onto Fenrir's shoulders, the Alpha pouting at Harry dramatically.
"A roast dinner," Harry grinned at their cheers, "are you ok to get them washed up while I go grab something?" he asked Fenrir.
"Of course," Fenrir wrapped his arm around Harry's waist as they headed towards the mansion. "You don't need any help?"
"No, it is fine," Harry chuckled at the sweetness of his partner. They parted when they reached the mansion main hall, Fenrir carrying the children off to bathe them and change them, while Harry headed to Greg with determination, if not with a few nerves and embarrassment.
The children fell asleep quickly after supper, their meal clearly filling their tummies, and their running around during the day had tired them out. Harry barely read them a chapter before they were all snoozing off, and it was with very little complaint and coercion that Harry got them up and into their bedroom, tucking them in carefully and giving them kisses to the forehead before he left the room, their snoring already filling the room as he shut the door over.
"Hey, that took a while, were they not as tired as they…" Fenrir drew off talking to Harry as he looked up and caught sight of his mate. "Little One…" he breathed taking in the vision in front of him.
Harry was standing wearing only one of Fenrir's shirts, one of his favourite ones that he had worn the day before, and he could smell that it had not been washed yet. His nostrils flared as he watched Harry walk closer to him, their scents mixing together delightfully.
He licked his lips watching as Harry walked towards him, staring up at him as the younger man straddled his lap, leaning close to Fenrir to press kisses to his lips, too short and fleeting for Fenrir's liking, eagerly chasing after him each time he retreated. Harry took his hands, sliding his fingers along his palms as their kiss deepened, gently gripping Fenrir's large wrists in his hands and sliding his Alpha's hands along his bare thighs, moving further and further up until Fenrir's breath caught when he realised that he was still feeling no other fabric constriction than his own shirt that Harry slipped his hands under. Sure enough, a little further and he was cupping Harry's bare arse cheeks in his hands, eagerly cupping the bare flesh in his hands with a low growl that had Harry shuddering delightfully in his arms as the scent of arousal heightened around them.
"Harry…" Fenrir murmured against his lips, reluctantly pulling back to look into green eyes when he wanted nothing more than to carry on.
"I'm ready, for more, if you are?" Harry asked nervously.
"Are you sure you're ready, I am ready, definitely, I want you, but if you are not we don't have to…" Fenrir rambled until Harry cupped his face and kissed him again.
"I'm ready. I spoke to Greg, he's going to look after the children if they need anything during the night. I want you Fenrir, I want you to be my first, and my last, and I want you to make love to me," Harry breathed against his lips.
And well, Fenrir wasn't going to be able to resist that!
With a low grumbling growl he stood from the sofa, his hold on Harry still on his arse cheeks as he walked them towards their bedroom, Harry's hand stroking down his chest, over the muscles fingers tracing over his tattoos as he undid the buttons of Fenrir's shirt to reveal more of his chest to Harry.
Fenrir dropped them down onto the bed, laying Harry down on the mattress and then plastered his body over the smaller one underneath him, again he growled at the feeling of his body blanketing the body of his smaller mate. He slipped his hands under the shirt again, stroking his hands over the soft skin of Harry's thighs, and back up to Harry's bum, cupping it happily, growling lowly in his chest at finally getting to touch Harry so intimately.
Harry groaned into his mouth, burying his fingers into Fenrir's hair as he arched into his mate pressing his erection into his hard stomach as arousal washed over him as though he was burning up, his skin felt twice as sensitive, and Fenrir's large, calloused hands cupping and stroking him before he gripped Harry's thighs and spread his legs open even further so that he could slot himself between them, the noise Harry let out when he pressed his erection against him nearly drove him mad with desire, and he knew that he would never get enough of hearing those noises.
"Harry, Harry, my Little Mate," Fenrir panted, managing to stop kissing Harry long enough to mutter the lubrication spell on his mate, before dipping down to drink him in again, though he did let out a dirty laugh against Harry's mouth at the startled noise at the feeling of the lubrication slicking his entrance up and the little trickle that spilt out of him.
The Alpha was relieved and then even more aroused when he slid a finger inside of his tight entrance and Harry didn't tense at all, instead, he just groaned louder and pressed down slightly, completely trusting Fenrir not to hurt him. He gently thrust his finger into Harry, waiting for him to loosen up, but careful to avoid his prostate so that things didn't finish too quickly. Once he felt that he was loose enough he pressed another finger into Harry, getting a little bit more resistance, but he managed to distract Harry from any discomfort that he might be feeling by nudging his shirt up and mouthing his nipples, worrying them, tugging them and teasing them so that Harry was squirming under him and on his fingers, pleading with Fenrir for more, his beautiful blush and flush of arousal spreading further and further down Harry's chest.
Finally, he had three fingers inside of Harry and his so to be lover was clearly ready for him, squirming deliciously on the blanket and calling his name through moans and sounds of arousal that had the wolf inside of Fenrir preening and calling out him to satisfy their mate, to take him and prove to him how much they could please him.
Harry watched intently as Fenrir ripped - literally - his shirt and trousers off impatiently, revealing his body to him, and though he had seen Fenrir completely naked a good few times now, it felt so different knowing that he was stripping to make love to him. Through his desire looking at Fenrir's body was different, looking at his muscles made him lick his lips, drinking in the way that the sweat slicking his skin glistened and made him look even wilder and aroused, his whiskey eyes were watching Harry in a way that made him utterly feel like prey, and he wanted nothing more than to surrender to whatever it was that Fenrir wanted to do to him.
When Fenrir finally pressed himself to harry's body and then pushed inside, they both groaned out in pleasure, Fenrir for the tight, hot heat of his younger love embracing him and pulling him in, Harry for the feeling of being filled the to point that almost felt too much but felt amazing at the same time, even with the hint of pain that was with it.
"Move, please!" Harry whined twitching his hips as he wrapped his lips firmly around Fenrir's waist, and Fenrir didn't need anything more than that to carry on pressing into his lover, moving at a slower pace until he felt the tightness around him relaxing just a little more, and then he started thrusting into him harder and faster, memorising the sounds of pleasure that Harry made as he worked to bring them both as much pleasure as possible, changing the angles of his thrusts until he felt Harry twitch under him as though he had been shocked, and he knew that he had found his prostate, the noise he made music to Fenrir's ears.
"No!" Fenrir growled catching Harry's hand when it tried to reach for his weeping, red erection. "You come on my cock, the pleasure I give you," Fenrir grasped both of Harry's wrists and pressed them either side of Harry's head, shifting a little so he was kneeling on the bed and was able to speed up his thrusts and thrust harder into Harry, watching intently as Harry writhed in pleasure under him, thrusting even harder into his beautiful body as the sound of their lovemaking filled the room.
He would remember for the rest of his life the sight of Harry cumming, the sounds of his pleasure, and the feeling of his body tightening around him as he came from the pleasure that Fenrir was bringing him, and Fenrir only. He did everything that he could to prolong Harry's pleasure before he settled into a position to draw his own pleasure from Harry's body to finish himself off.
Even if he hadn't been so close to the edge that he could practically taste it, Harry tilting his head back to reveal his throat and shoulder to Fenrir and then saying the words, "bite me, please," would have done it. Without a thought he acted as Harry requested and his wolf demanded, leaning down to bite into the flesh being submitted to him, sinking his teeth deeply into the flesh till he could taste blood, listening to Harry cry out in pleasure and pain as he spilt himself as deeply into Harry as he could, pressing himself as deep as he could into his lover.
Panting he pulled back just a little but kept himself buried inside of Harry and pressed kisses to his mark on Harry, his bite, before kissing under his chin and then to his lips to exchange tired, slightly messy kisses with his mate.
"Mine, my Little Mate," Fenrir breathed out contently. Harry smiled utterly beautifully at him, contentment clear on his face as he sank into the pillows of their bed.
"And you're mine," Harry hummed.
"I think I have been since the first moment I laid eyes on you," Fenrir said softly, moving them so that Harry was sprawled on top of his chest, his softening erection still pressed inside of his mate.
"I love you," Harry sighed happily.
"I love you too," Fenrir smiled brushing his thumb along the mark that would make Harry like him, like their cubs. He would never have demanded that Harry take the bite, and though they had discussed the option he had never pushed it, or made a big deal about it, he was delighted that Harry had asked for it though, it would allow him to protect harry even more, and it bound them even tighter together. Even as they lay there he was aware of the bond forming between them, warm and bright it tied them to each other as they lay in each other's arms slipping into sleep.
The next morning all of the children were delighted when they realised that Harry was like them, and the bond that Harry could now sense between them, though Joseph seemed split between being excited about it, and glaring at Fenrir for biting and potentially hurting his dad.
Fenrir huffed to himself as he took a large sip of coffee, mentally thankful that Joseph, and the others, were far too young to understand what exactly their mating meant that they had done, with how much of a dad's boy that Joseph was, and he thought always would be, he had no doubt that the pup would be nipping at his heels if he knew that he had deflowered his precious dad.
As it was Greg wouldn't stop smirking at him, and it was only Harry's glowing smile next to him that stopped him from hexing the annoying man, though if he smirked at him one more time he might change his mind.