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Warning and disclaimer: Look at the first chapter.

When Harry woke up, he finally remembered to grab for his wand. Finding that it wasn't on him anymore, he tried to get into a defensive position, only to be stopped by something attached to his ankle. Looking down towards his foot, he found his ankle chained to a bed post. Wait…since when was he on a bed. Jumping off the bed, he tried to find something to get the chain off his foot.

"It's not going to work," a deep voice said from one of the shadows, "it's charmed so it can't come off, or cause damage to your ankle. And seeing that you don't have your wand, it's not likely to be undone."

Harry whirled around to where the he had heard the voice. A tall figure stepped out of the shadows. He had was over six feet tall, well-muscled, had black hair down to his shoulders, and an almost feral quality to his face and demeanor.

"Who are you" Harry asked, backing up as close to the wall as possible.

"Well," said the man sitting down on the bed Harry had previously occupied, "my name is Fenrir and I am the alpha of this werewolf pack. Last night my werewolf recognized you as my mate. Until I can trust you to not run away, you will always have something restraining you from leaving. I will not force you to do anything as of yet, but you are required to stay with me and live with me in my living quarters. You will be meeting the pack tomorrow. Any questions?"

Harry just stood there in silence. His mind was reeling. He was the mate to an alpha werewolf? And he couldn't even walk around without a leash! As the information finally sank in, he slid down the wall to the ground, making his already small form even smaller. What would he do!? There was a good side to all of this though; he didn't have to deal with the Dursley's, Ron and Hermione, or the Headmaster. No more beatings, dealing with homophobes, or a man who only cared about destroying someone who was a rival in power to himself. Besides, at least his mate was a man. If they had been a woman, it would have been ten times worse. Fenrir also looked good too. But, Fenrir, that name sounded familiar, but why?

"Um, what exactly does being your mate mean" Harry finally asked.

"Well, we'll eventually find to love each other, you'll have my cubs…"

"Wait, what?" Harry practically screamed, "Men can't have children, it's just not possible!"

"Of course it's possible! All male wizards can have children. You have a magic core that allows you to carry a cub. I thought all wizards knew this."

After Fenrir gave his answer, Harry was silent. The only reason he'd been shocked was because he had always been told males couldn't bear children. He loved children and had always wanted a large family, it was one of the reasons he sometimes hated the fact he was gay. A few seconds later, Fenrir left telling him to get some sleep

That night, Harry arose to the feeling of warmth and comfort from a source behind him. Still not fully awake, Harry curled back into it. He then felt something tighten around his waist. Freezing, Harry instantly woke up. Looking down, he saw arms circling his waist. Trying to pull away, the arms only tightened more, preventing him from moving with a strength that surpassed his own. Turning around to see who it was, he had a hunch he knew who it was. And he was right. Spooned up against him was Fenrir. The large man had a slight frown on his face from when Harry had tried to pull away. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get away, even if he wanted to, Harry went back to sleep.

When Fenrir woke up, he was surprised to find that Harry had turned towards him in his sleep. The small beauty was curled into a ball perfectly fitting into his arms. Fenrir saw that Harry was too thin, but hopefully some time with his pack would fix that right up. With a deep sigh, Fenrir pulled his arms away from Harry and got out of bed. Stretching his whole body and making more than a few joints crack, he left the room to get some breakfast for Harry and himself.

The next time Harry woke up, he no longer felt the warmth and comfort from before. Sitting up, Harry blearily looked at his surroundings. Foggily remembering Fenrir had been in the room, the bed, when Harry had been awake in the night, he wondered where he had gone. Carefully getting out of bed, Harry stretched in a very cat-like manner. Walking to the bathroom, he realized the chain attached to his ankle was lengthening. Dismissing it as something to make sure he wasn't hurt, Harry relieved himself and took a shower in the small shower stall in the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom feeling refreshed, Harry was shocked to see Fenrir had entered the room and had breakfast set out and was presently eating. Not saying anything, Fenrir gestured for him to sit down and eat. Following Fenrir's suggestion, Harry came over and started to eat the food in front of him. The platter Fenrir had brought had English pastries, eggs, sausage, and fruit on it. Though he definitely didn't eat as much as Fenrir, Harry certainly ate more food at that breakfast than he had at any meal the Dursley's had let him eat. Sitting back after eating his fill of the delicious food, Fenrir started talking:

"It's about 9 in the morning right now. The rest of the pack should be up, and since you are done eating, we'll be heading outside. I'll be taking off the chain, however, you won't be allowed to leave my side, though I doubt you will want to."

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Walking outside, Harry squinted as he went into the sunlight. As his vision focused, Harry saw over a hundred werewolves, all varying in gender, age, size and race. Looking up at Fenrir, Harry asked him what he was supposed to do with his eyes. Seeing Harry's nervousness, Fenrir put an arm around his waist and announced,

"As of two nights ago, my wolf recognized this young man as my mate. You will recognize and protect him as that implies."

With that Fenrir started moving them into the crowd. People came up and congratulated Fenrir. Some even congratulated Harry wishing him luck. As they reached the back of the crowd, a man Harry hadn't seen since he was twelve stood there with a few of his followers.

"Hello Mr. Potter. I know it's been a while since you've seen me in this form, but I think we need to talk."

Stopping in his tracks, Harry muttered under his breath, "Tom Riddle."

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