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Chapter Two
When Harry woke up, he was no longer at the inn.
"What the…?" He looked around, and was surprised to find that he was back at the palace—the gardens, to be exact. It was sunny, and the breeze was warm as it blew past him. He pushed his hair out of his face, and got to his feet. Slowly, the confusion made way for suspicion. When nothing happened to him, he was soon incredibly happy to be back home. He didn't think of witches or of grumpy blondes as he walked over to the fountain in the very center of the gardens. He scooped some of the cold water into his hands and splashed it on his face.
"Huh…so this isn't a dream," he said, smiling widely as he looked around once more.
"Actually, it is." A cool, velvety voice broke in, "but it is pretty realistic, isn't it?"
Harry froze as the image of a short blonde boy appeared in the water. His entire body was swallowed by a silky, pine-green cloak. The only thing Harry saw was the other's irritatingly smug face. The boy's skin looked pale and smooth, like porcelain, and his eyes were the color of polished silver. Although the blonde was, Harry grudgingly admitted, beautiful, his face wasn't what captured the prince's attention. Even now, every time he looked to the demon, his eyes immediately focused on the thick, curled white horns sitting on top of neatly slicked blonde hair.
The smile that was once on the prince's face fell off completely, and was soon replaced by a deep scowl.
"Damn it…" He muttered, "Why are you here?"
The demon placed a look of hurt on his face, and lifted a dainty hand to his chest. "Oh! Your Highness, you wound me!" As quickly as it came, the hurt was gone. The demon's trademark smirk was back, and his eyes slowly wandered up Harry's body in a way that made the prince incredibly uncomfortable. "Now, Price Charming, can you tell me why you're dressed in rags?"
Harry crossed his arms over his chest, but he couldn't help but glance down at himself. The clothes were from the son of one of the palace kitchen's cooks. They hung loosely off of his slender frame, and billowed like sheets every time there was a strong wind. The worst part was he looked even smaller when he wore them. He looked more like a malnourished peasant boy than the famed Prince of Gryffindor. (Harry supposed that was the point, but still.) "I—well—that's none of your business!"
He flushed darkly, "Now tell me why you're here."
Blonde eyebrows waggled inappropriately, "Is that a command?"
Harry threw his hands up, and began to walk in the other direction. There was no use talking to the demon.
The demon began showing up in his dreams when he turned nine years old. Since then, the demon has appeared every other night or so. He's told no one of his strange visitor, since he didn't want rumors that the prince was insane to start circulating. He hoped they would stop on their own.
Nine years later, he still didn't know why the demon visited him, or if it was truly a demon at all. All he really knew was that the blonde called himself Draco, and had a tendency to stare at his rear when he thought Harry wasn't looking.
Before he could even walk two steps, Draco appeared in front of him. "Don't be like that, darling," he took the spot next to Harry, and slung a lithe arm around the human's shoulders. "I'm just keeping an eye on you, after all."
Green eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
Draco shrugged casually, and smiled knowingly. "How else do you think that witch hasn't found you yet? Luck? Hmph. I don't think so, darling."
Harry gaped at him. "Are you saying that—"
"Goodbye, Harry-dear."
"Wait!"
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"Hey, wake up!"
Harry groaned as rough hands slapped lightly at his face. He pushed those hands away, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Ow, what the hell?" He grumbled, "why are you hitting me?"
Mika let her hands drop to her sides, and walked back over to the window. "You were screaming like a little girl," she said, glancing out the window quickly.
"Really?" A light blush of embarrassment spread over Harry's face. "Did I…Did I say anything?"
The blonde twirled a long lock of hair around her finger. "Oh, nothing," she smirked, "you were just yelling some guy's name at the top of your lungs…"
The blush on his face grew more intense. "I did NOT!"
"Draco! Draco!" She mocked, batting her eyelashes as she grinned teasingly at her charge. "Who's this Draco person?"
"No one!"
"Let me guess…naughty stable boy?"
"SHUT UP!"
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After a quick breakfast on the go, consisting only of a few apples and bread, they were back on the trail.
Harry wasn't much of a morning-person and even more so when he was forced to ride a horse for five or six hours. "Look alive, Potter," Mika called from her spot ahead of him, "only five hours to go." He forced a lackluster, "yay…" and continued to slump over the head of his horse, who did not appreciate it at all, but managed to bear with it.
"Say, where are we going?" He asked. He kept his eyes closed, and chose to leave the navigating to his horse.
"Far, far away," was the enigmatic answer he received. "Why? Do you have somewhere you need to be—somewhere with a 'Draco,' perhaps?" She snickered.
"Just drop the Draco thing, alright?" He blushed. "And can you just give me a straight answer this one time? I'd really like to know where we're going."
"The next town," Mika said, finally giving in, "I think it's called Cattenberry or something… I don't know." She shrugged. "Your father said we could stay there for a few days with a close friend of his."
Harry's brow furrowed as he tried to remember the town. The name certainly wasn't familiar. Also, he was sure that all of his father's close friends resided in the palace… but he could be mistaken. Besides, if it prevents them from staying in ratty inns, he would take a cottage any day.
"Hey, Mika," he started. His only indication that the woman was listening was the sight of her inclining her head slightly to the side. "Do you do this sort of thing all the time?"
She snorted. "What, babysitting?"
He huffed, and chose to ignore that. "No. I mean, I don't know… what do you do, anyway?"
"A lot of things, I guess." She looked at the prince from over her shoulder. "What's with the sudden interest? Yesterday you could barely even talk to me."
He tangled his fingers in the horse's mane, and got an irritated huff in return. "Well, can you blame me for trying to get to know my 'protector' a little better? I don't know anything about you, other than your name. If it even is your real name." He grumbled to himself.
"If it makes you feel better," she replied, "it is my real name. And uh…" She struggled to come up with something to tell the boy—er, young man. "I'm twenty-two years old, and I love… pie."
"Pie?" Harry repeated, staring at his guardian with renewed interest. "Really? What kind?"
"…Cherry, I suppose."
"Oh." Harry smiled, for the very first time since they left the palace, albeit just slightly, "me, too."
They spent most of the ride in peaceful silence.
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Around three hours later, they stopped for a quick break. Although normally Mika would have taken Harry with her wherever she was going, but when nature calls, one answers.
"Stay here." Mika ordered as she hopped off her horse. "I'll be back soon. Do not go anywhere."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright. Calm down."
So, there Harry was. He sat quietly in the forest clearing with the two horses. He broke off a bit of their remaining loaf of bread, and tried to feed it to one of the horses. It didn't bite.
Twenty minutes later, Mika still hadn't come back, and the prince was starting to get a little anxious.
"Man-hands isn't back yet, huh?"
Harry jumped, but somehow managed to keep his yelp of surprise in. He turned a fierce glare on the blonde demon sitting primly next to him.
"Don't worry, you've still got me, princey-poo." Draco smiled.
"What did you do with her?" Harry demanded, and scrambled to his feet.
"Relax," The demon stood gracefully, and reached out to the human. Ice-cold fingers playfully pinched and tugged at Harry's cheek, and he promptly slapped the hand away. "She's fine, I promise. I just made her get a little lost, is all. She'll be back in an hour or so."
"But I need her here," Harry said, frustrated and worried beyond belief, "we have to get going! It's going to get dark soon." Green eyes darted all around the trees surrounding them. He wasn't sure what was lurking around in the woods, but he was sure of the fact that he didn't want to find out.
Draco's infuriating smile grew wider. "Oh, don't be like that, darling." He cooed, "Somewhere down the road, you'll look back on this and thank me."
Harry was almost too afraid to ask, but he did. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"I don't want to ruin the surprise," the demon shrugged, "but trust me; you're going to have to stay here for tonight."
"What, but, Draco—"
"Nope. Sorry, can't tell you."
Harry ran his hand roughly through his hair, and barely restrained himself from throttling the demon. "Okay, since you can't answer that question, can you tell me what you meant last night?"
Draco stared at him with "innocent" eyes. "Whatever are you talking about, darling?"
"You know, that—that thing you said about the witch not being able to find me!" Harry flushed with slowly brewing anger.
"Hm…don't remember that…" Draco drawled, but the smirk that remained on his face told the prince otherwise.
"You do—"
"Okay, darling, I am very busy. Until next time!"
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Harry woke up with a start. He looked around, and he was still in the clearing. One of the horses was nipping at his sleeve, while the other had its face buried in his bag, eating the remaining two apples he'd stored for later.
He was too pissed off about Draco to do anything about the second horse, but he did manage to shake off the one trying to eat his shirt.
When he looked around, he noticed Mika still hadn't returned. He started to panic when he remembered what Draco said about "making her lost."
It was right then that the bushes behind him started to rustle. Harry quickly got to his feet, and picked up what was nearby—a stick. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. He gripped it tightly as something began to peek out of the bushes. He lifted the stick over his head and was about to hit whatever it was when he saw—
"What the hell do you plan to do with that?" Mika raised a brow at him as she picked the stray twigs out of her hair.
Harry let out a long sigh, and plopped onto the ground. He tossed the stick at her, but it fell short, and landed at her feet.
"What about you?" He replied, "why'd you take so long?" He remembered what Draco told him, but he could only put so much trust in a figment of his imagination.
"…Don't wanna talk about it." She replied, and if he didn't know any better, he would have thought that she was blushing. She sat down against the tree across from him, and pulled her bag onto her lap.
"Did you get lost?" Harry grinned. "You did, didn't you?"
Mika glared at him, but said nothing else.
Later, she tossed him a small canteen of water and some bread. The sun was already setting, and she didn't think it would be smart to keep going, not when it would be dark in less than an hour or so.
When she told Harry that they would be staying, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of uncertainty run through him.
Draco's words rang fresh in his mind. "You're going to have to stay here for tonight."
"Why?" He said quietly to himself, not noticing the puzzled look he received from Mika.
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Fenrir Greyback was starting to regret leaving his den behind.
That cave had been pleasantly warm both in the summer and the winter, and was hidden deep within the vast wilderness.
Yet, though he would never admit it out loud, he was starting to get… lonely. Companionship was something he craved—no, needed—and that longing would no longer go unanswered. He left the comfort of his home in order to find the one meant just for him—his mate.
So far, he'd been traveling for almost a month, with no luck whatsoever.
Sure, he'd bedded a few women here and there (mostly whores at brothels), but those lays did nothing to sate the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. He wouldn't rest until he found his mate and claimed them properly. After that, he would work towards building the pack he's wanted desperately for years.
He looked to the sky, and a feral grin slid over his chapped lips as he watched the sun set.
Tonight was going to be a full moon, and he couldn't help but feel lucky. It was as if there was a soft, velvety voice in the very back of his brain leading him to where he had to go—to where his mate would be waiting for him. And until he found his mate, he would gladly listen to that voice.
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Draco watched the beast of a man silently from his safe perch atop one of the many trees in the forest. His fingers tapped quietly against the thick bark as an amused smile played upon his lips. Oh, this is just excellent. He thought to himself as he continued to lead the wolf in the right direction. Don't get him wrong; he had no ill will against his cute, little prince. But this was just too good to pass up. So he wasn't going to.
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End of Chapter 2
That's all for that one. There'll be a little more exposition in the next chapter, and there will also be more Fenrir xD
I hope this chapter wasn't too long-winded…I just started writing, and this is where it led me!
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