So here is the new chapter and I hope everyone will enjoy it. I would also like to thank everyone for their support and patience and… you know what? screw the polite speech, I ain't any good at it. So thanks everyone! ^^ it means a lot to me!
Oh, and a small surprise pairing in this chapter. Yeah. There are stories out there with this pairing and I just wanted to throw it in. ^^
Disclaimer: I own Garuse, not Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. Garuse is mine!
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He wasn't sure what to think after reading Harry's letter. He just couldn't believe that Dumbledore was capable of such things. Yet there were so many things that matched up. Sometimes, Harry's food had an odd, barely noticeable scent. He often caught Molly or someone very loyal to Dumbledore putting something in his drink and believe them when they said it would just help him sleep or give his small body the nutrients he needs. How foolish he was!
Moony snarled in his mind, angered that someone would do such a thing to his cub. Angered that he believed their lies!
This letter hid nothing from him. All these years, Dumbledore told him that Harry was safe with his aunt and uncle and cousin. But he remembered when he first met his best friend's son. The boy was thin and shorter than everyone else in his year. It worried him! He confronted Dumbledore about it and the old man said that Petunia warned him of Harry's actions for attention.
That he didn't believe. He could recognize the signs, but had no proof. He wanted to go and check on his cub many times, but was always caught.
This letter that he tried not to tear in his anger was the proof that he needed. It explained everything. The fact that Harry lived in a cupboard from the time he arrived at the household to his first year of school. That he was treated worse than a house elf, barely given food or drink. That the boy was beaten every day from a young age and even went days without anything to eat or drink.
The arms around his waist tightened, as though the being behind him could sense that he was angry. Remus didn't doubt that he could. After all, the man wasn't an Alpha for nothing.
"What's wrong?" his lover asked.
"I just found out something concerning a pack cub," Remus answered him. His lover hummed curiously. "From my pack." The hum became uncaring. Every werewolf in his lover's pack knew that he denied their pack and made one of his own, only his pack was a pack of humans. "He's been abused."
"What?!" the other growled.
Human, werewolf, or any other creature, a child is a child. Yes, few werewolves do change humans when the human is a child, but that is because children adapted easier and it is easier to teach them. Still, a child is special to werewolves. They aren't able to breed properly because of the monthly changes. Most miscarried or had stillborns. Few are actually born. Children are practically sacred to werewolves. Hearing one being mistreated, neglected, or abused generally enraged any werewolf that heard.
Remus smirked at his lover, running a hand through the silvery-grey hair. "Yes, Dumbledore put him with Muggles that even I would stay away from," he explained. "The Muggles didn't treat my cub right."
"That human doesn't just stop there," the older werewolf growled as he sat up. "What else?"
"Potions in his food to seal his abilities, intelligence, strength, and magical power," Remus continued on, ignoring the angered scoff from the man next to him. "Memory charms whenever Harry does something Dumbledore doesn't approve of. The list goes on."
"How did he find out?" the other asked, running a hand through his hair as he rose from the bed in search of his clothing.
"The Dementor Lord," Remus answered. "Gave him a potion to unseal everything and explained what was going on." He noticed the older male getting ready to actually leave. "You're planning something, Fenrir."
"Where do these Muggles lives?" Fenrir asked him. "I think a little visit may straighten them out."
"If you don't kill them first!" Remus scoffed playfully as he, too, got dressed. "I'll show you."
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"So you told your honorary godfather, who just happens to be a werewolf, everything that you found out recently?" Garuse asked, his arms crossed over his chest and an amused smirk on his lips.
"What is so funny?" Harry growled, hands on his hips.
"You just signed the death warrants of four, and possibly more, people," the Lord chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "Werewolves are very protective of their cubs."
"Well, more fun to watch!" Harry chirped with a grin, throwing his arms out before dropping them to his sides. "By the way, where are you taking me?"
Currently, they are in the Forbidden Forest, no Dementor with them and barely a sound in the forest.
"You will see, and I promise, this will be the best first date you ever had," the older man stated, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder as he lead him through some bushes.
"Sex doesn't come on the first date, you know," Harry joked.
"As much as I would love to ravish and claim you," Garuse played along, holding out his arm for the teen to take. "I do not do such things until we know each other much, much better than now and are properly bonded."
Harry smirked, wrapping his arm around Garuse's offered one. "Well, well, well, a man who thinks with his upper brain rather than his lower," he commented. "I've always wanted to date such a man. Any others I tried to experiment with have always thought with their lower heads."
"I assume you did no such activities," the Dementor Lord said with a raised eyebrow.
Harry scoffed, jerking his head to the side. "I would not give myself to just anyone."
"Good, I hope that should everything work out, I will be your only," Garuse said, kissing the top of Harry's head.
The teen gave a happy hum. "I have a feeling everything will work out perfectly." He looked around when they stopped in the middle of a clearing. "What are we supposed to be looking for?"
"You will see in a moment," Garuse stated, turning Harry around before lifting his head to stare up at the waning crescent moon. The stars sparkled across the dark blanket that was the sky, not a single cloud covered anything from the couple's view.
"I've never seen the sky so clear," Harry whispered. "It's beautiful."
"And that is not all," Garuse softly spoke into his ear, hands on the teen's shoulder and head slightly leaning against his own. "Close your eyes. Listen."
Harry did as he was told after a quick look at Garuse. He could hear the nightly creatures skittering about. The gentle breeze that brushed against him. But under all that, he could hear something faint. A flute and chimes. He opened his eyes, seeing Garuse smiling at him before turning him to the side.
The teen gasped at what he saw. Soft glowing lights of blue, pink, yellow, orange, green, and white flew in the air around the foreboding trees. The sounds are coming from them.
"Very special fairies that only appear during the waning crescents, and they move around so much, they are nearly impossible to track," Garuse explained gently, sitting in the grass before pulling Harry into his lap. "The music they play as well as the dances they perform have different meanings to those who watch them."
"They're…so beautiful," Harry sighed, leaning into Garuse's chest.
Garuse hummed as he placed his head on Harry's shoulder. "One of the purest creatures left in the world," he said. "I thought you would like seeing them. You know, the different colors mean different things."
"Really?" Harry asked, not taking his eyes off the dancing fairies.
"Yes," Garuse murmured. "Pink means 'love'. Blue for 'protection'. Yellow for 'beauty'. Orange for 'strength'. Green for 'life'. And white for 'purity'."
The smaller raven chuckled lightly. "For a Dementor Lord, you sure know a lot about fairies," he pointed out playfully as he watched a few fairies shyly fly closer to them, the music never wavering and the dance never interrupted.
"One gets bored without much to do, so I read in my library," the older man answered with a chuckle of his own as the little white fairy finally flew over to them, flying around they heads.
It dove down and landed on Harry's knee, twirling around on her chosen spot. She wore a white flower petal for a dress to cover her porcelain skin and her wings were similar to a dragonfly's. She was barely bigger than Harry's index finger with long white hair that reached her knees. As she landed, others came to the couple as well.
The next one has a light shade of green skin flew closer to Harry's stomach, green pine wrapped around her chest and a skirt of dark green leaves to cover her lower half. Her transparent, glowing green wings brushed against the teen every now and again as her lime green hair trailed behind her in the wind. She had a small leaf tucked behind her ear, folded to appear as a flower.
The fairy with light blue skin, this one male with a blue flower petal to cover himself, circled the two, occasionally flying around their linked hands. His hair was a dark blue that reached his shoulders and another flower petal was tied around his head like a headband. He had four wings instead of the females, who only had two each. His wings are transparent as well, but the lining in them made the wings glow a light sky blue.
A little yellow fairy flew from one of Harry's shoulders to the other, not caring if Garuse's head was occupying one. This one is male also, but the face is feminine. He wore a yellow leaf across his chest and two more to cover himself, front and back. His wings almost reminded Harry of a butterfly's, large but with so many patterns that one couldn't help but stare. His skin is almost tan, but still bright enough to look yellowish and his blonde hair is short, only going to his ears.
An orange fairy flew close to Garuse, his orange-tanned skin giving off his glow instead of his clear wings. He wore a dry, ripped maple leaf wrapped around his waist with what appeared to be the stem holding his bushy burnt-orange hair out of his face by trapping it in a ponytail. He appeared to have a little muscle in his arms, torso, and legs, but still held that delicate look.
The last fairy to join them seemed content flying around both Harry and Garuse, occasionally stopping on their heads. She has blush-colored skin with bright pink wings and wore pink rose petals for her dress. Her pink hair draped over her shoulders and to her stomach up front, but to her feet behind her. She gave Harry a quick kiss on his cheek before doing the same to Garuse and then flew away, the others following after her.
"Wow," Harry sighed, sagging against his intended's chest as he watched the six fairies fly back to the others that were playing their songs and dancing in the air.
Garuse chuckled lightly. Being destined to rule over the Dementors, his soul is forever dark. Not once in his life did he think he would ever receive a blessing from pure creatures. Yet there they were, blessing both he and his Chosen.
He untangled one of his hands from Harry's before turning the teen's head to look at him. The young wizard looked at him curious as he brushed a strand of black hair from his eyes before feeling lips lightly pressed against his own. Harry's emerald eyes grew wide for a few seconds before he slowly closed them and kissed back.
His free hand went into Garuse's hair, pulling the older male to him to deepen the kiss as their mouths opened and tongues battled. Garuse won, making Harry's tongue draw back submissively as the winner explored the prize.
When their lungs started to burn for air, the two pulled back, Harry flushed and panting while Garuse merely smirked at him and leaned back a little, his arms keeping him up.
"I repeat," Harry chuckled. "Wow."
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"Someone had a nice date," he heard a hissing chuckle before Harry turned his head to look at the Dementor behind him.
"So what if I have?" he challenged.
"Calm, calm, little Chosen," the Dementor soothed him. "I was merely stating an observation. Now spill, please. What did Lord Garuse do to woo you into such a state?"
Harry chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "He took me to see the fairies," he stated. "They danced around us for a moment, left, and then… Garuse and I shared our first kiss. He can be quite romantic."
"At least you had fun," the Dementor commented with a shake of its head. "You're quite open with us now, I've noticed."
"Well yeah," Harry scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "I am Garuse's Chosen. One day, he and I will be one. I may as well get used to you guys now rather than later, am I right?"
"Indeed," the creature agreed, making its way to him. "Though now I wonder what he plans next."
Harry shook his head with a smirk. "Nathara, dates are normally supposed to be known by both parties about the activities and such, but I don't mind a few surprises," he stated, crawling into the bed that the Room of Requirements gave him. Since he tried to avoid certain Gryffindors and the Slytherin's, while enjoying him, they weren't trusting him entirely.
"That is not what I mean, young Chosen," Nathara said. "Our Lord has much on his mind, too many things that he wishes to protect you from. If you are curious, I would suggest you speak with him in the morn."
A thin eyebrow was raised before Harry shrugged his shoulder. "If he wants to protect me from certain things, then I should not know about these things," he pointed out. "I may take offense."
Nathara let out a laugh that many would find chilling. "Pray tell, why would you take offense?" she asked.
"Because it may be something I can protect myself from," Harry replied with a smirk. "I would be greatly offended if that is the case."
"Why?" Nathara questioned. "After all, even if you can protect yourself from it, it only proves one thing. That Lord Garuse would stop at nothing in order to keep you safe. Even protect you from things you can protect yourself from."
Harry sighed gently and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to his chest and allowing a smile to grace his lips. He fell onto the bed, pillow still clutched tightly. "It does make me feel warm and fuzzy inside," he admitted. "Ever since I came into the Wizarding World, I was always the one protecting others. Always the one who fought the bad guy and saved the day." He chuckled. "It feels nice knowing someone will protect me for a change."
The Dementor reached out her thin, decaying hand and gently brushed away the fringe covering Harry's forehead. "Soon, you will need to protect no one but your own," she reassured him.
He smiled up at her. "Hopefully," he said. "Soon."
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He glanced out the corner of his eye, seeing three of his Dementors at the entrance to his room. "Report?" he asked.
"Frijeska has been taken from the field and now resides back in Azkaban where she can feed in peace," the middle Dementor stated, coming forth a little. "Yophik has sent five others in her place, as you have ordered. The snake human does still suspect something involving the others, but so far, has done nothing in order to try and obtain information as to what."
Garuse nodded then look to the Dementor on the right. The middle one fell back and the one Garuse look at moved forward a little bit. "The twinkling human still plots," it said, its voice feminine. "He has yet to decide between magic to make your Chosen forget, an accident involving a blow to the head, or slipping more potions to him. As for now, he has done nothing, most likely finding the good and bad in any plan he conceives. He has also lost his fire bird, though does not yet realize it will not return to him."
"Good," Garuse chuckled. "A creature of Light like that Phoenix hinders us and can repel any of you. Chances are, Dumbledore did not know that. And he does not know it is gone forever?"
"The chances are it will return in time, but not to him," the Dementor replied with a wave of her hand. "As for now, the fire bird is gone, giving us free reign to go about the castle."
The Lord nodded his head and the Dementor fell back, the one on the right coming forth now. "I am actually quite amused by this, as I am sure you will be as well, my Lord," the Dementor chuckled. "Your Chosen's relatives seems to have been brutally torn apart by a pair of angry werewolves. One saying something about those humans never touching his cub again."
Silence stretched across the room before Garuse threw his head back and burst out in laughter. He had told Harry that sending that letter to his werewolf godfather will end up with deaths. He hopes that Harry won't be too torn by the news, though.
"I will inform Harry of his relatives' fate," he chuckled, trying to reign control over his amusement as he handed over an envelope. "Find those wolves. If one is named Remus Lupin, hand this to him."
"Of course, my Lord," the Dementor replied with a nod of his head as he took the envelope.
"Now, does anyone know anything about this woman from the Ministry? This Dolores Umbridge?" he went one, looking to the other Dementors in the room.
"She is trying to deny this children a chance to truly learn how to defend themselves," one of the females spoke up, floating in front of Garuse. "Also, your Chosen has lost his temper with her and now has a week worth of detentions."
"Tell Nathara not to leave him alone with that woman, I do not trust her a bit," he ordered. "I eagerly await the day that woman and her foolish minister pull their heads out of their asses. It should be amusing to watch them beg my Chosen for his forgiveness."
"Hopefully by then, he will be your mate," the Dementor commented. "His forgiveness will not be easily earned."
"I shall speak with him concerning this war and concerning his detention," Garuse sighed gently as he rose to his feet. "Manata, inform me if the fire bird returns. Honkop, return to your watch of Dumbledore. If he decides on any plan of action to bring Harry back under his control, I want to know the very next second. Tiholan, deliver that letter, I do not need a response."
The three Dementors bowed before leaving the room. "I want that woman watch as well, Jinayi."
"Yes, my Lord," the Dementor replied, leaving as well.
Garuse turned before looking at one Dementor in particular. "Jarok, you have been inside the Ministry. Take three others with you. Keep an eye on things there."
"Yes, my Lord," Jarok answered before motioning to three other Dementors ion the room.
"Everyone else, you may return to your posts, inform me if anything happens."
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I know it's short and I know it's been forever since I last updated. Consider this my response to the fact that no, the story is not abandoned. I will actually try to finish this one, however slow it may be. So I hope everyone liked this chapter and please, I ask for patience.