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Fenrir gritted his teeth, the chains creaked as he breathed in and poured all of his strength into his arms as he pushed them out. He almost gave a quick laugh when he saw the links of the chain start to part.

Golden eyes swept up to where the small boy and the lecher were. The kid looked shocked more than anything else, surprising Fenrir because most people would be screaming and/or fighting. The healer had a deceptively soft smile as he cooed and rubbed the kid's stomach as though he were playing with a small animal rather than molesting a student.

"Such a good boy," purred Aglaia, dark eyes smoldering. His larger body covered Harry's as he moved onto the bed.

"Perv!" shouted Fenrir in order to get the healer's attention. It didn't work, the older man ignored the werewolf, preferring to fixate on the delicious treat below him.

A low grumble vibrated in Fenrir's chest. He may not have met the boy, officially at least, but the scene that was playing out was too similar to what happened before. Before, when he was but a child. The day that his sister and mother were ruined and killed by that man. He would never forget the face of the man who destroyed his pack. His pack had never harmed anyone but that hadn't mattered to him. He came and, as that man had called it, got rid of his town's stains. Never would those flashing, cruel eyes disappear from his memory. The eyes of a monster. If not for his mother hiding him underneathe the floor boards then Fenrir would have also been a victim of the dark creature hunter.

The chain links just needed one more strong push in order to break, at least that is what Fenrir guessed. His arms were getting sore, the muscles hurt more than he would ever care to admit but he was not tired. His werewolf stamina was greater than any wizard or witch could ever hope to have.

The harsh sound of a door slamming open froze all of the infirmary occupants. A female student dashed in, followed by a taller male, who was walking in a more sedated pace. Fenrir grunted under his breath, a bit disappointed. Now he couldn't kill the healer and claim self defense. The girl, probably 15 or 16 years old, had an uncanny resemblance to Faerwindle, though the girl was much more stunning than the boy. The boy that was accompanying her was just as, if not more, attractive. Fenrir wasn't ashamed to say that he would bed him if the chance came.

"HARRY!" yelled Harie as she ran into the infirmary, knocking Aglaia off, and hugged Harry tightly. Harry had never been more grateful for her interference, even if she was digging her nails into his forearms and making his shirt wet with tears and, what he hoped he was wrong in thinking, snot. 'Thank Merlin' thought the boy-who-lived, 'I was seriously close to being raped.' He wrapped his arms around his twin, artfully arranging her to be in between of him and the healer.

"I am so sorry!" sobbed Harie, her blue eyes red from all the salt in her tears, "I missed you, I missed talking to you. I don't care if your friends with the half-br.., I mean, Hagrid just please don't leave me. I was miserable without you, right Dean?"

"Um, maybe you should allow him to breathe." commented Dean, who had come with Harie when the word of him being in the infirmary got around, as she turned her head to look at him. Harry could only nod in thanks when his sister got off of his chest and he could finally suck in some much needed air.

"It's okay," Harry said, reassuringly, "I'm fine."

"But Headmaster Dippet sent Dean to tell me that your here and I knew that you looked a bit pale when class started. I was so worried!" Harie babbled. Losing some of the icy composure that she had enforced since they had arrived at Hogwarts.

"It was nothing." Harry looked at the teen standing beside her. He blinked. Suprised, now that he could properly observe him, he had a decidedly handsome face with Weasley red hair that caught him off guard more than anything. Unlike any other Weasley that Harry had known, the teenager standing stoically beside his hospital bed had grayish blue eyes, the same shade as Draco had had, and the elegant bearing of a proper pure-blood. In all honesty, it seemed like the Weasley and Malfoy lines had merged to form a lovechild. Even though he had long since gotten past old prejudice, it disturbed Harry greatly that the two complete opposite families would merge.

"I was just faint, thats all." said Harry, his tone calm and stead in order to soothe his sister.

"Alright, but..." the girl paused, fidgeting as a blush colored her normally pale cheeks, "why are you not properly covered?"

"Well, you see..."

"I was about to give him a check up. Before you rudely interrupted." interjected Aglaia. The healer's demeanor did a 180 as soon as he was able to pick himself up from the undignified pile that Harie unintentionally pushed him into.

"I apologize Mr. Aglaia," said Dean before Harie could, "Miss Faerwindle was very much distressed about her beloved younger brother."

"Oh, that's quite alright, dear." purred Aglaia, his charming side coming back when the handsome boy spoke. "I am glad that at least one of you has manners."

"I really do apolo..." Harie began to say.

"Yes, yes. I understand but that is no excuse for your rude entrance." sneered Aglaia at her. "I have never seen such a disgusting display of inappropriate behavior."

The students(including Fenrir, who had been edging towards the door now that he had managed to get free) were flabbergasted at the healer's harsh words. Harie steeled herself, her face contorting into a typical pure-blood mask. She felt a kernel of hate fester slowly as she watched the Healer gush over people praised her for being the better twin, the perfect heiress. She had never been reprimanded before. Yet, this man had done just that. He had dared to speak to her as though she were an insolent child, the sheer outrage she was flawlessly hiding burned. It made her

Harry narrowed his eyes at Aglaia. The man was once again the ditsy pervert, his harshness mellowing out as soon as he snubbed Harie. It seemed that either Aglaia had a grudge against his sister or the Healer was merely preferential towards young men. One or the other, it wasn't good. Harry didn't need an adult nagging and trailing after him like a lost puppy that wanted to hump his toy nor did he want the Healer to be an enemy. Harry didn't want this lifetime to be like his last. He would prefer to live peacefully along side Harie and perhaps fall in love again. His heart wasn't quite ready for another wife after Ginny died but maybe with time he could come to love another woman.

"Oh, you poor thing. Have you been eating well?" coddled Aglaia as he poked Harry in the ribs and felt the bones in stark contrast to the flesh. Dark eyes disdainfully glinted to the girl and a light sneer twisted his lips. "It is obvious that your sister has been."

"How dare..." Harie started to say, indignant at his implication.

"I am merely stating a fact." interrupted Aglaia smoothly.

"Please, refrain from speaking to my sister in that manner." said Harry as he moved from the bed to stand between the two. His eyes chilly and mouth set in a firm line, the pretense of being a weak boy all but completely gone as his temper flared at the man insulting his new sister. "As an adult, you should know better that letting your opinions show so blatantly."

Fenrir could feel his inner wolf raise his hackles at the aura streaming from the small teen. It was faint and he was sure that no one but himself could tell the difference in Harry's body language. Shoulder were squared, back stiff, head held straight and chin perfectly vertical to the floor. A standard military stance. Subtle but dangerous none the less. 'Who exactly is this kid?' mentally asked Fenrir to himself.

Fin

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