One and a half weeks later
Fenrir's POV
I walked toward Potter, accidently stepping on a twig. Harry spun around, he was waxing the car, I could smell fear on him, the tension drained from his face when he saw it was me. "Hi Gary. How are you?" He said and tied to mask a small sigh of relief with a cough. I only knew this because of my heightened senses as a werewolf and I may or may not have been looking for it. "I'm fine, however, I could use some help in couple of days." I was feeling a little sickly, but that was because the full moon was so near.
Harry's POV
"Sure thing sir. Do you want me to pick up some medicine for your problem?" I put emphasis on the last word to make sure Gary understood. If my theory about him was correct, then Gary would know what I meant when I said that. Sure enough, Gary smiled then looked slightly worried, "Only, if you can make it." I grinned "I'm not as bad at stuff like that as my teacher makes me out to be."
Fenrir's POV
I sniffed the boy, the smell of blood had faded only to be replaced with the smell of cleaning supplies and car polish. I am glad the boy had healed, pack shouldn't harm pack, it just goes against all laws of nature. Snape said the boy was horrible at potions yet here he was offering to make me Wolfsbane. I was a little worried, maybe it showed on my face since Harry said to me "I'm not as bad at stuff like this as my teacher makes me out to be." I laughed though because it was so close to the full moon it came out more like a bark.
Harry's POV
That laugh, it sounded like Sirius's laugh, only more intense and a little sadder.
Fenrir's POV
Harry suddenly paled all the color drained from his face and he stared behind me. I turned to see a man who looked like he had a tomato for a face. Harry started to stutter apologies "U-u-uncle I'm sorry, I-I-I-" He fell silent at the look the man was giving him. Harry started waxing the car with a tired almost broken pose. I held out my hand "Hello, I'm Gary the next door neighbor. I was just asking Harry to run to the pharmacy to get me some painkillers for my old injury. He said he would do it if his Uncle Vernon agreed and after he finished his chores."
Harry's POV
Me, say I would ask Vernon for permission to do something, ha I'm more likely to propose to Severus Snape. Still, maybe I will be spared a little. Not as many strikes with the belt. I watched Gary shake my uncles hand while I skillfully pretending to be waxing the car. Uncle Vernon said to Gary "The boy may run this errand for you but next time please come straight to me." I could tell Vernon was forcing politeness.