Chapter Seven

A/N: ahahaahahaa… I finished a chappie yay… I'm sorry it took so long! I got an authors block (if that thing even existed) because I'm having my holiday!! And you know that a happy author is a crap author lol. So yeah, here ya go

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"Oh pup." Fenrir sighed at the soft voice, marveling how it's tone sooth his inside like a cool lemonade on a hot summers day. Without thinking, Fenrir dropped his coke and pulled the boy straight into his arms. Remus naturally yelped in surprise and grabbed for his shirt collar.

All of it happened before the coke clatters to the floor.

"Ah! Fen!" the boy's barely contained giggles spilled out like a torrent as the wolf nuzzled into his belly, taking a soft bite on the baby smooth skin beneath the shirt. "Stooop!" laughing, Fenrir complied the boy's request and held him tighter inside his arms. It amazed him that the boy could bounce around and laughed gleefully in his arm when just a while ago he had hurt him, a crime punishable for a lifetime. And yet, there they are, laughing together and forgetting about what has come to past. Fenrir was never the one who forgives and forget. That is why it puzzled him greatly when someone does it for him.

"Did the doctor finished with you?" he asked softy, guilt slowly creeping up in his voice. Remus nodded, not even bothering to answer the man as he basks in the warmth of his big friend. Not that Fenrir was complaining. He liked interacting with kids, that is if they don't run away from him first. He never had a childhood, his youthful years are always filled with memories of lessons and training that 'every self respecting pureblood noble should get', as his mother always said. Though most of the lessons are crap (etiquette training, dance lessons, freaking flower arrangement class), he had to thank his parents for putting him in combat training, that proved to be useful in his time as a werewolf. It would be a lie if he said that he liked his time as a human, but he did miss the joys of being normal.

'If running around the castle until you puke is considered normal.' He inwardly scoffed and smiled at the memory of a scrawny boy puking his heart out beside a pile of horse manure while his master berated him in front of the servants. Ah, if only his old master could stand in front of him and see him now. Fenrir would punch his lights out just to show him how much a 'weak and useless boy' he is now.

With that last thought a grim smile was back on his face. It's been a while since he had thought of any memories of home. 'Ha! Home.' He said sarcastically. That prison is no home. A home is not a place where you sweat your blood out just to get a nod of approval. A home is not a place where even the hottest blistering fire from the depth of Hades cannot warmth. Looking down at the boy, one so innocent, and pure and beautiful as Remus, Fenrir could not help but wonder from what family did the boy came from? How was his life before his illness? He wanted to know more about the boy's life, other the one's that involved his bastard of a father.

Remus flinched at the growl, pulling away from the man with fear back in his eyes. Noticing the sudden movement, his growl turned into a soft whine. "Sorry." He said gruffly, gently pulling his arms down. Remus's breath was caught in his throat when the werewolf touched him. But he did not flinch nor pull away, either from fear or just for a sake of putting up a brave front.

"Are you scared?" Fenrir asked with his hard voice. The silver chain that hung from his neck suddenly felt heavy, his chest heaved heavily as he strained to breathe. Forcing himself to breathe in, alungful of air suddenly rushed into his chest. 'Stupid asthma'. he sneered in disdain.

Remus quickly shook his head. "No! I'm not scared!" he said a little to fast to be convincing. Fenrir, amused by the false bravado from the boy couldn't hide his laugh. "Good lad." He said, quickly shedding away all thought of 'home'. Why cant it all be like this, he thought. Simple and honest. All that he need are moments like these to fill the dull void in his life, a flash of innocence that's scarcely found back in his pack.*

"You know pup," Fenrir said as he began to head back to the room. "It's usually better not to be brave and just to run away." He said, beginning a pointless chit-chat.

Remus seemed appalled by his statement. "No! Bravery is the best thing that you can find in a man." he puffed out his chest and stuck out his tongue. "well, at least that's what my daddy said if I wanna be in Grindor…" he added, sound unconvinced by his own statement.

"Grindor? What's a grindor?"

"Grindor!! You know the Hogwarts house thing? My daddy said that he was a lion once!"

Fenrir stopped dead in his track. "You're magic?" he asked, knowing well of the coming answer. Remus just nodded happily and wiggled in Fenrir's arm. "Yup! And I'm gonna go to Hogwarts in…" he looked at his hands in confusion before showing all ten fingers to Fenrir "this many years!!"

Fenrir smiled sadly and tugged down one of Remus's hand. "You mean this many years?" he asked. Remus looked embarrassed for a second but chirped out a happy "Yup!" and leaned close to the man. "But don't tell anyone… cuz daddy told me I'm not supposed to tell anything." He whispered.

"I'll be our little secret then." Fenrir said, a soft warmth began to glow in his chest before it was shattered by the crushing hand of reality. 'He's magic.' He whispered to himself, trying as hard as he could not to burst out in anger and despair.

"Our BIG secret!" Remus insisted, unaware of the defeated look that the werewolf wore. "Oh really? Is it really that big of a secret?" Fenrir said, almost forcing those sweet playful words out from his throat. Why the hell did the boy suddenly decided to be so talkative?

"Uh-huh! It's the biggest, most hugest biggest secret ever! So no telling no one kay?…" Remus insisted, making a fake angry face at the werewolf.

"Oh.. okay.." Fenrir said weakly, pressing his lips on the top of Remus's head. "Go to sleep pup, I'm gonna carry you back." He said the obvious, rocking the child slowly in his arm to lull him into sleep.

As he walked, he counted the tiles on the floor leading to the next flight of stairs. It makes him wonder how the hell did the boy managed to go down three flights of stairs with that wretched IV stand. 'Oh yeah. Elevator.' He said to himself after walking past of the elevator. "Why the hell didn't I think of that?" he muttered, walking into the box shaped metal contraption and punched the floor number with hid hard finger.

He earned himself a few curious looks while waiting for his floor. Who wouldn't be curious when a large hunky gruff man was carrying a boy and an IV stand? Fenrir, with his air of wild superiority ignored all the looks and looked straight ahead, counting the imaginaries sugar fairies after sugar fairies to pass the time. When it reached his floor, he waste no time coming out from the box.

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The cancer ward was silent. No one was speaking and the air was thick with despair. And death. Death is always there. Hovering over every patients with his scythe propped over their neck. Waiting with sick excitement as every family and friends spilled their tears for their beloved when the doctor said; 'I'm sorry.'

The werewolf can only hope that he would not be one of them.

He kept his eyes on the floor while he carried his pup back to his room, finding it hard to look at Remus after the boy revealed what he truly was. Remus himself was awake, but the boy stayed silent and said nothing, trying as hard as he can to not to look at the werewolf. It's only natural to fear Fenrir. Anger and malice was so thick in the air that it is impossible not to shudder in fear as he walked by.

But who would not be angry if you just found out that your sole purpose to live is actually your worst natural enemy? Werewolves and wizards doesn't mix. History has shown them how well they don't mix, and neither of them are happy the way they are. Whenever there was a wizard and a werewolf, blood is bound to spill. 'Well at least we're in a hospital.' Fenrir said weakly, trying to undermine the situation with a sick joke of his own.

Nevertheless, why do he feel such strong attractions to the boy? Why do he feel such overwhelming need to protect him, to be with him? He would go to the moon and back for his pup, or at least that's how he feels. All his anger was there for fate to take, for making him fall for a human boy. 'Merlin, why cant I be normal and hump a bitch?' he sighed

Fenrir was left to wonder of how long until the bloodlust came. It will always come. Whenever a werewolf is in close proximity with magic, triggered something in their senses. Murder, rampage, chaos, and blood is the only thing on their mind. He fears that it would caught him off guard and make him hurt the boy.

Fenrir sighed and pulled the curled up boy closer into his body, savoring the little warmth that the boy offered.

"I'm not very healthy Fen." Remus said suddenly, his head still resting against his chest. 'I know' Fenrir wanted to say. But he stayed silent, waiting for that voice to break the surface of the deafening stillness. Ignoring the smell of death and chlorine, he walked, rubbing his palm to the back of Remus's neck. "We all got a bad cold sometimes pup." He said, pushing the hospital door with his heavy foot. "I usually get awfully moody when I'm sick." Remus giggled again, this time, his tense muscle relaxing and the scent of fear change into delight.

"But you're moody all the time." Remus laughed. "Hey! Why you little.." Fenrir feign annoyance and pushed the cute button nose softly, making the little boy giggle even harder. "See? Moody face." Placing his little hand on the man's face, Remus traces the creases on the edge of his mouth and the werewolf forever scowling lips. Fenrir caught the hand, gently this time, and place them over his heart.

"I'm not moody. I'm angry." Fenrir said, whispering the last word like he would confess a secret to a confidant. Remus face turned somber again. "At me?" He asked, almost desperately to the werewolf, his hands once again on the wolf face, one was snaked around his neck and the other just barely touching Fenrir's almost visible sideburns. The tired brown eyes were staring bravely into steely gray ones, expecting, waiting, anticipating for an answer.

Fenrir stood silent for a while. 'Yes. And that stupid Doctor.' He hissed inside his head. But he kept it only to himself, not wanting to make the boy cry again. Finding no other passable excuse for the boy, Fenrir stood there like a statue for a while before shaking his head and continued walking lamely. "The cake. I'm sorry I dropped it."

"Oh! The cake?" His eyes lit up again and he began jumping in Fenrir's arms. "Let's eat the cake!"

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(* 'back' 'pack' lol, get it? Hahahaha, okay I'll stop now)

A/N: okay.. no more DUN DUN DUN this time… damn, I'm losing my touch… I;m sorry this chapter us so crappy. (begs for forgiveness) It's proably becausei rushed it to much.. *ahemI'mafraidthattherewillbenoreaderifIdontupdateahem* So…. How big of a role do you want Lucas the doctor have in the story?? I'm still a bit confused with this one so a bit of input might help.

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