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Harry had first heard of Voldemort when he was ten years old and living with Sirius. It had been a normal day when Sirius came back from a small raid and young Harry had heard his godfather grumble and complain to Remus all about the wolf raids that had been happening, along with rumors of a new Alpha leader named Lord Voldemort, leading them all.
For as long as Harry could remember, he knew about wolf attacks happening for a very long time, but they weren't as organized as they were now becoming.
Though only recently, rumors of a new strong Alpha, one that seemed to succeed the former Alpha Gellert Grindelwald, had become more pronounced over the years. And in Harry's mind, if he was going to be a Slayer like his Godfather and honorary Uncle Remus, he figured he needed to know as much as he could about this new Alpha.
Being the ever curious child, Harry had asked about Voldemort.
At first, both Remus snd Sirius didn't want to tell him anything, and for a while they didn't. But Harry was determined to learn more about Voldemort, especially since the Slayer Field Test was approaching fast. Harry didn't want to be caught off guard, if he could help it.
Harry would manage to hear little snippets here and there from his guardians or the occasional gossip from someone from their small town. More often than not, people would pale and whisper conspiratorially about the latest news from the wolf attacks, thus making it difficult to learn any truths about Harry's new interest.
It wasn't until after he passed his Slayer Field Test, did Harry learn that the nickname The Bloody Red was bestowed upon him by Voldemort.
It made him even more curious to know more this Alpha leader.
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It felt like time slowed, almost bcoming dreamlike, in that it was quickly becoming a nightmare. Harry was seriously torn on what to do.
On one hand, he really needed to calm Voldemort down and on the other hand, he needed to keep Voldemort from slaughtering Cedric. Both involved dealing with Voldemort on a more personal level. A level he didn't want to share in front of Cedric and the other wolves. But the two Slayers were surrounded and even if Harry knew he wasn't attracted to Cedric, the older male didn't need to die because of a misunderstanding.
Cedric just chose the wrong person to mend his broken heart. Now Voldemort was going to gone on a killing rage if he didn't smooth down some ruffled fur.
Why couldn't he have a semi-normal life?
Harry was brought out of his inner thoughts when Voldemort stepped closer, red eyes never leaving Harry's own until Cedric once again blocked his view. A low growl made Cedric even more defensive and protective of Harry.
Which he did not need, thank you very much.
"Step away Slayer." Voldemort growled dangerously. "And I may be merciful to you."
"No." Cedric responded. His single rifle was poised and ready.
"Cedric." Harry's firm voice bringing everyone's attention to him. "I can take care of myself."
He was sixteen and wasn't some damsel in distress. He's survived both his parents' and godfather's murders along with every mission he had ever been sent on. He knew danger. Harry practically lived it every single day. Cedric should know this. Their lifestyles were anything but normal nor peaceful, but because he was younger, everyone automatically thought that he needed to be sheltered from the world.
Harry stepped away from Cedric and leisurely walked towards Voldemort. He stopped about two feet away from the Alpha leader. The wolf's red eyes never left Harry's form and he had to force himself to not shiver from Voldemort's intense gaze. He was going to try and compromise with Voldemort.
Red clashed into green, until Voldemort broke it by pulling the younger males body into his arms.
Harry barely registered Cedrics panicked "Harry!" before the warmth from Voldemort's arms and the wolf's possesive growl towards Cedric distracted him. He knew Cedric would have questions. Question that would lead Cedric to learn of dangerous information. If Cedric went and told the elders of how cozy he was being with a wolf, who was also Voldemort for that matter, he wouldn't be able to do anything except be on the run for the rest of his life.
But he would cross that bridge when it came. Right now, Harry needed to keep this confrontation from becoming a mini battle.
"I'm here." Harry whispered soothingly.
"I should kill him for that stunt he pulled." Voldemort snarled. Just thinking about what he witnessed made the Alpha's blood boil and bloodlust rise to indescribable heights. No one touched what was his.
"Don't kill him, please." Harry whispered. "I was just someone he thought he could try and mend his broken heart with. And it didn't help that my friends were trying to set us up. They don't know about you. Please, just go. We can talk more later."
"Harry. What is going on?" Cedric asked, his hands tightening around his rifle, making his knuckles turn white.
Harry tried to leave Voldemort's grasp, but the wolf was not having it. Instead, Harry figured he would turn to face Cedric, which, fortunately, Voldemort allowed him to do. Harry bet they made a sight. Him, The Bloody Red, one of the best Slayers, in the arms of the Alpha Leader, Lord Voldemort. He could already imagine many people having looks full of hatred, disgust, fear and most importantly, his closet friends and family on the verge of having heart attacks.
Cedric's wide blue eyes met his own before moving towards Voldemort then back to him. "What's going on Harry? " The fear and anger almost palpable from the blonde Slayer.
Everyone stayed silent, curious to know what his answer would be.
Harry looked to the side as if he sees something only he can. "I'm not joining forces with the wolves," he began. "I still hate them and what they do to innocent people."
Only the sounds from the forest can be heard, no one daring to breathe any louder than a whisper unless they want to miss every word that will come from The Bloody Red's mouth.
"When you asked if there was someone in my life already, I wasn't lying." Harry stated, gazing deeply into blue eyes. "It wasn't planned, at least on my part, but I'm being courted by Voldemort. I know what society's and the Slayer's thoughts and rules are about people who fall in love with wolves. And strangely," Harry said with a small smile. "I don't really care as much about it. But I plead with you to please keep this to yourself."
Silence followed and Harry worried that Cedric would refuse and Voldemort would take that as a declaration and rid themselves of an unnecessary problem. Harry hoped that Cedric would keep quiet because he still had the rest of his life to live and didn't need to die for something like this.
But when Harry saw resolved blue eyes, he briefly closed his eyes and bowed his head in defeat.
"I'm sorry Harry but I won't keep silent about this." Cedric declared firmly. "You know the rules of our society. You, Harry Potter, one of the most looked upon Wolf Slayer's, who had been raised on a pedestal for your talent, have fallen. Right now, everyone still adores you, but only because they don't know. Once I tell them, they will see how far you have fallen. Do you want to risk your entire future and life for some wolf?" He asked incredulously.
"No. I don't want anyone to know." Harry smiled wistfully. "I'm being completely selfish. I want to continue to eradicate every single wolf but I don't want anything to change. So Bold sort's courting me. It doesn't mean I'll end up marrying him. Who knows, maybe in a few weeks, Voldemort and I wouldn't be able to stand each other." Harry shrugged.
Voldemort's arms tightened briefly before he whispered softly, "Don't count on it Darling. You'll be stuck with me until our dying breaths. There is no escaping me."
Harry barely refrained from rolling his eyes. What an arrogant bastard.
"Why? Why him!? You could have been with me!" Cedric suddenly yelled. His blue eyes were suspiciously wet and Harry felt his heart break for the older teen in front of him. "Why am I not good enough!? Why couldn't you love me!?"
"Cedric? Is this about Cho?" Harry asked confused and wary. He honestly didn't expect Cedric to start yelling and mixing this and the incident with Cho, together.
Cedric didn't deem Harry an answer, instead he began to fire at the Harry and Voldemort. Fortunately, the wolf was quick to throw himself and his Darling away form the line of fire, though the wolf behind them was not so lucky. Harry tried to get out of Voldemort's grasp in order to help Cedric, but the hold tightened even more as Voldemort moved them away from the fight.
"Let me go! I need to help Cedric!" Harry yelled.
"No. I will not let you go to help that Slayer. He wants a fight, well he got one." Voldemort growled, furious that the blonde Slayer had tried to injure his Darling.
"He's not in his right mind!" Harry persisted. "He had just recently broken up with his long time girlfriend Cho! She was cheating on him with another man! Please! Let me help him!"
Voldemort resisted the pleading emerald green eyes and just continued to hold his Darling close, stopping the futile attempts of escape from the teen in his arms. The Alpha watched as the pack began to wear down the other Slayer. The blonde had wounds upon his arms, chest, legs and a small scratch upon his cheek. Voldemort would strike when the other was completely weakened.
Completely focused on the battle, Voldemort was taken by complete surprise when Harry suddenly dug his boot heel into his foot then harshly elbowing his gut. The brief lax of his grip allowed Harry to escape and runs towards the other Slayer. Voldemort cursed.
Harry ran towards Cedric in hopes that he could calm him down. He could already tell that Voldemort was following him and quickly catching up.
"Cedric! Stop! Please!" Harry pleaded.
Blue eyes found emerald green and Harry thought Cedric would cease his fighting. What Harry didn't expect was for the other to aim his weapon at him. He could have easily dodged it, if it wasn't for the multiple wolves that made it a little difficult to navigate through. Harry managed to just barely dodge the shots aimed at himself, using nearby wolves as shields.
"Stop Cedric! Please!"
Time seemed to slow as Harry prepared to dodge another shot when a painful scream erupted from Cedric. Harry watched horrified as Voldemort had thrust his clawed hand straight through Cedric's abdomen. Flashbacks of Sirius' murder and how his godfather had a clawed hand sticking out of his body began to overlap with the scene in front of him as Cedric fell to the ground bleeding heavily.
Harry shook his head in denial. No. No. No.
"CEDRIC!" he screamed.
Dun. Dun. Duuuun. To be continued.
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