A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, I really do enjoy knowing what readers think about the story. I would love to answer all of your questions, but that would give away the story. So, what I can tell you is Harry and Fenrir will grow closer, Bella will be taken care of... some day. I probably will end up skipping time again, otherwise the story will go on forever, but I am trying not to do that too often. Now, on with the story!!

Snape left Dumbledore's office and made his way to Quirrell's room.

"W...What. D...Do you w...want?" Quirrell stuttered.

Snape sneered. "I did not come to talk to a stuttering simpleton. Turn around."

Quirrell turned and began to unwind his turban. He had been an easy target; weak and only loyal for his own gain. He was dispensable. The turban fell to reveal Voldemort and Snape moved closer, saddened by what his mate had become.

"Severus, what news do you have."

He was not hurt by the unemotional greeting, they were both private men and with Quirrell there they no longer had the privacy needed for them to be themselves.

"Nothing, the old man won't talk." Snape said briskly. " I don't think that he would allow Potter to go anywhere other than Hogwarts."

"Of course he wouldn't. He would keep the boy as close as possible, all the better to control him. The old man probably doesn't even know where the boy is."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Continue as you always do; scare the children, keep watch for any information, and report back to me as quickly as possible. We must find the boy before the old man does or the whole world will be lost." Voldemort looked at Snape closely. "Come drink before you leave, the shadows under eyes are darker than they should be."

"I'll wait until you have you're own body." He gave Quirrell a disgusted glance. "I still have some of your blood that I stored away years ago when there would be months between our meetings because of the old man's need to keep a constant eye on me. That blood is uninfected, whereas the blood in that body holds only a hint of its natural flavor. Besides," He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked away. "taking blood is too intimate to share with that simpleton."

Voldemort gave a brisk nod of agreement after hearing Snape's last comment and silently watched as his mate left Quirrell's room. I need to get my own body back.

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Fenrir entered a small clearing and stopped running, he looked towards the rising sun he decided that they would rest here for a few hours. He changed into his human form and stretched just as Harry reached his side. As the rest of the pack reached the small clearing their alpha had found they let out huffs of exhaustion, changed into their human forms, and sank to the ground. Others stood guard as their pack mates drifted off to watched them all with guarded eyes, his thoughts on the the small body that was curled against his side. Someone in my pack tried to have my mate killed. His eyes became fixed on the woman who had caused only trouble since Harry had joined the pack. It had to have been you.

"You can't do anything about it."

He turned to growl at Remus. "We were so careful, there was no way for that man to find us without the help of someone within the pack." He went back to glaring at the sleeping woman. "I know it was her, you know it was her, and one day soon the whole fucking pack will know what she did."

"Yes, one day. But, not anytime soon." Remus also glared at the woman who had tried to harm his cub. "She is able to bear children. We have already lost so many since the beginning of the war, other packs will not let you get away with killing a woman that can bear children."

Fenrir hated the man's logic, but had to agree. It was no longer like the times before the war, a time when any person, male or female, could be killed for the slightest infraction towards ones mate. Now, all submissives that could bear children had to be protected. He would need evidence to prove that the woman was a threat to his mate before he could kill her. It made him sick to think that he could be punished for anything at all, even worse was being punished for protecting his mate.

"Take the other wizards and place wards around the area." His terse command signaled the end of the conversation.

Fenrir watched as Remus walked away before protectively curling his body around his mate's. He drifted off to sleep to the wondrous sound of Harry's even breathing and the feel of his mate's bare skin against his own.

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The man woke and resisted the urge to cry out from the tremendous pain he felt. He stared into the blackness over head, there are no stars. He tried to turn his head and only succeeded in irritating the wounds on his neck. He began to listen to the surrounding sounds; dripping water, rats scattering across stone, and the light sound of breathing.

"Oh, my boy, How you disappoint me."

The softly spoken words caused the man to shake in fear. Of course Master found me, this exactly what the mutt had wanted to happen.

"Do you have nothing to say?" The words were like a whip beating him into submission.

"I'm sorry Master." The words, barely a whisper, tore at the man's damaged throat.

"You let the dark beasts escape." The anger conveyed in Master's tone caused the man to flinch in fear and hiss in pain as the slight movement aggravated his wounds. "Worse, you joined them. You allowed them to infect you. You betrayed me!"

The man released a low whimper and tried to scoot away as Master moved to tower over him.

"Oh, no worries, my pet. You shall redeem yourself."

Before the man could move he was put under crucio. His screams filled the dungeon as his body writhed in pain, and blood began to flow from wounds opened by the movement. Master left the room, his laughter following him as he closed the door. The man was left alone in the suffocating darkness to bleed to death in the most gruesome fashion.