A/N: I'm sorry it has taken me so long to update this story, I have had so many papers to write, that for some time I think the written English language disgusted me lol. I really am trying to focus more on updating this story, as you can tell that hasn't worked so far...again...

Disclaimer: I do not own characters, places, or events from the Harry Potter books or movies. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Three Weeks Later

Harry was sitting on the floor of the nursery watching the pups play, his legs weighed down by the small body of Lexxy, the youngest of the children. The two year old girl had become his shadow since he had begun helping the older submissives watch the children the week before, determined to learn more about his position in the pack.

"They are just so adorable together; her black curls matching his dark mess. And then they both have those brilliantly happy smiles that reach all the way up to their eyes. He's so good with her." Raya, a red haired submissive, whispered to Blith, an older submissive who was watching her five year old son rough house with the two other young boys in the room.

"Not just that, he's good with all the pups, always willing to play a game or coming up with some craft for them to work on." Blith gushed in an awe filled tone.

"It's good to see that he is taking an interest in the babes and he's so helpful in the kitchen." Raya shook her head, puzzlement becoming clear on her face. "Although, he is always more tense there, like he can't wait to get out."

"Hm, Never would describe him as tense. Whenever he helps with the laundry he draws the other subs into conversations." Blith shook her head in bemusement as she thought of the relaxed atmosphere, "Any harsh feelings seem to just be forgotten for awhile, after he's worked with us, we're always more relaxed."

The two women watched as Harry stood up and gave them a small wave before he walked out of the room, his steps small so his shadow could follow closely at his heels.

"Hard thing for wolves that work together everyday." Raya agreed. "He's going to make a wonderful match to our alpha when he is older."

The older woman snorted. "He already does."

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Harry could hear every word the women across the room spoke no matter how hard he tried to tune it out. Ever since he had voluntarily added learning the duties of submissives to his other many lessons it seemed as if he was now the favorite topic of discussion. It was more than slightly embarrassing and he found himself missing the times when only Fenrir and Remus focused so much attention on him.

He pulled Lexxy's small body closer to his chest, pressed his cheek against her silky hair, and took a deep breath of her woodsy scent as their conversation made him remember kitchen duty. He thought he had hid his reaction so well, but every time he entered the kitchen to cook his muscles would tense; readying for a strike like the blows in his memories, which immediately filled his head. He always sought out Fenrir as soon as his kitchen duty was over and eagerly basked in the affection which was easily given by the alpha.

Out of all the responsibilities of the submissives he had found that he loved caring for the pups. Everything that he had missed out on as a child, all those small fun games and art projects that Dudley did, he was now able to participate. What was even more rewarding was that he shared them with children who had also grown up too fast from running from the danger discovery by wizards presented.

However, the children's playroom also saddened him, it was so filled with the many toys handmade by different members of the pack and brought back by Remus from his trip into towns; but, there were so few children to enjoy them, only three boys and two girls. This was just another hazard created by their life of running.

He put Lexxy on her feet and stood to leave to room as the women continued talking about him. He made sure to keep his pace slow as he watched the small girl follow him closely. He could not stop a soft smile from forming. He picked her up to carry her down the steps and out of the shelter, not stopping until he found his way to a patch of wildflowers. Lexxy immediately began to bounce to be put down and as soon as she was on the ground she began to roll around in the grass, causing Harry to chuckle at her antics.

The pretty area was a favorite place to bring the children to relax and play; placed just so that the tree house protected the buds from trampling feet on one side. It was in sight of the sparring circle, but a safe distance away; providing entertainment just as the television had provided entertainment for Dudley as well education about an important part of pack life.

He loved shy little Lexxy, whose mother and father were both killed in an attack soon after she was born, her care was left to all of the subs. However, there was still a need for affection in her clingy attitude that reminded Harry of the times he had wanted his own mother to cuddle. That and the fact that the way her amber eyes would light up when they fell on him reminded him of Fenrir made him connect more with her than the few other children, who still had family.

After his discussion with Fenrir he had spent most of his days studying the submissive position within the pack. He had been surprised to realize a few obvious facts that he seemed to have overlooked in his youthful ignorance.

The first fact was that the subs have had trouble working together as they were constantly with the same group of people each day, they would change jobs as a group, not individuals.

That much time working with one another is quickly beginning to wear on them and me. He thought about all the snide comments he had to listen to the women make to each other when he wasn't there to make them comfortable. I feel like a monkey made to dance just to make them happy sometimes. Need to tell Fenrir about the plan to change working schedules before someone is drowned in the water while they are doing laundry.

The second fact was that there were two other male submissives, Mark and Sinicae, twins who were only a few years older than himself. Mark was soft spoken, a good listener, and still waiting for his mate. Sinicae was rambunctious, had a wicked sense of humor and love for pranks that made the other submissives fear what he would teach the children, and kept his mate, Philip or just-call-me-Phil as Sinicae insisted on saying after hearing the sentence said almost twice a day to Harry, young and on his toes. Harry enjoyed being around all three of them and was quickly beginning to consider the other two subs to be the good friends.

Harry smiled as he thought of them, They may be growing to replace Rain, he is also so busy with his own newly acquired position within the pack that we hardly see each other. A thoughtful frown quickly replaced his smile. Should I be sad? But it feels like I have just started a new part of my life. One with new people, possibilities, positions.

He looked up and saw Fenrir walking towards him, muscles highlighted by the sheen of sweat left on his body from his sparring session. A new sensation, a tightening in his tummy, caused his frown to deepen as he tried to analyze what it could mean, but it ended as quickly as it began and his frown disappeared. Add new feelings to that list.

He smiled as he was pulled into his alpha's embrace. He began to wonder why he had the urge to lick the sweat from the skin in front of him, as he had once seen Sinicae do to Philip. But the urge and question quickly left his mind as he felt teeth gently nip at his shoulder, Fenrir demanding his full attention.

He was still too young to hold onto these new sensations, but they would continue to pester him as he suffered from life of this in-between stage of playful childhood and sultry life of a mated adult werewolf.

A/N: So, review if you liked, which I really hoped you did! If not... don't be a hater lol kidding... I'm pro- constructive criticism.. Going to start on the next chapter tomorrow.