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Fenrir's POV
"Uncle please! No more, I promise I'll be good." Harry was pleading to his uncle "Shut up!" Vernon said back coldly. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… I winced at each whistle and slap I heard, over and over. I pressed my hands to my ears and tried to ignore the gasps and repetitive slaps coming from next-door. If I wasn't a werewolf I couldn't have heard it. This was to close for comfort, this was too hard to listen to, it made me re-live my own past.
Only after the ragged breaths gave way to deep sleep did I finally fall into a fitful sleep full of tall men and cowering boys.
Harry's POV
Aunt Petunia's voice came through my door, her shrill voice made my head feel like a hammer was being pounded on it, "Boy, GET UP!" "Coming Aunt Petunia." I called out. I scrambled into my clothes, wincing as the cloth fell around my shoulders and landed on my sore back.
The bacon was frying in the pan and I was so good at bacon by now I could even leave the room sometimes and come back without it burning. I worked on the eggs while thinking about how I would make the Wolfsbane potion without my relatives noticing. Once I finished making breakfast (but not having any of course) I decided to go to Gary's house and make it.
Knock knock knock, "Boy, go get that."Uncle Vernon said motioning to the do with his meaty fist. I walked over and opened the door. "Gary?" I was surprised to see him this early in the morning. "Hello Harry, I need to speak to your Uncle, also you may want to change your shirt." Gary was wearing a yellow shirt and some blue jeans. "Come in." I moved to let him in then I walked back to the kitchen, "Uncle Vernon, the neighbor is here to see you." I told him. "Change your shirt boy you can see this," He dug his thick fingers into the bruise on my collar bone from when he over shot with his belt and it had wrapped over my shoulder. "In the meantime, I will see what our guest wants." The pain on my back and behind kept me from arguing with him.
Fenrir's POV
I sat down in the Dursley's comfy parlor. I had come to ask if I could borrow Harry for the next two days he could even stay with me overnight if it was easier for them. Harry's uncle stomped in "Hello Gary, may I ask to what I owe this early morning pleasure." Vernon asked me. "I was wondering if I may have Harry for the next two days. I know he is a strong helper and he also needs a firm hand to train him up. I can assure you he will be working just as hard if not harder for me than for you and if it is easier for you he could even stay the night." Vernon looked thoughtful then the man started muttering less to me and more to himself "A firm hand he says, make him work he says, be rid of him for two days, oh joy yes." He speaks the last word louder "Ok I will go fetch Harry." The man nods.
Harry's POV
I changed my shirt and headed back downstairs to listen to what Gary was asking my Uncle "He needs a firm hand to train him up. I can assure you he will be working just as hard if not harder for me than for you and if it is easier for you he could even stay the night." My head was spinning the man who I trusted was telling my uncle I needed a firm hand. Then something clicked my uncle would definitely say yes so, I needed to pack two shirts and a pair of pants and Gary would be coming out soon. I would be caught. I started running up the stairs and the moment I got in my room I flopped on my bed trying to look comfortable.
Fenrir's POV
I heard someone scrambling up the steps. Oh no, Harry! He must have heard me I need to go make things right. I walked up the steps to Harry's room, opened his door and saw him looking at me with the same guarded but broken look he always wore when looking at his uncle. What have I done? I asked myself "Harry please get the clothes you need for two days." The boy snorted and muttered something that sounded like "Oh not boy, yet?" Then stood up to get his clothes.
I walked him out and over to my house when I took him inside I wasted no time in sitting him down and saying "Harry I know you heard me when I was talking to your uncle. No don't try to deny it." He looked like he was going to tell him he hadn't "Now I need you to realize something I said firm hand not abusive hand and if I was actually telling your uncle the truth about what kind of hand you needed it would be a firm, caring, patient hand. Do you believe me?" Harry stared at him then slowly nodded.
Harry's POV
A kind, caring, patient hand not abusive? I was worried Gary would laugh in my face and then kick me in the ribs. He startled me when he asked me to take off my shirt. "W-w-w-what?" I stammered I mean for him to know about my home life was different from actually seeing the damage done. Gary seemed to notice the color draining from his face so he reassured me "Look Harry, in order for me to put some dittany on your back I need to be able to actually see what I'm doing." If only Draco could see the famous Harry Potter now, wouldn't he have a field day. Harry thought viciously while taking off his shirt.
Fenrir's POV
The boy had taken his shirt off and I could see the bruised chest "Harry I need you to turn around." I said after deciding that the boy's back should be taken care of first. Harry's face flushed and he slowly turned around. It was all I could do to keep from gasping loudly. Every inch of the boy's back was covered in fresh wounds and half healed bruises. There were red marks the shape of a belt and there were welts up and down what looked less like a back and more like a punching bag. I slowly dabbed on the dittany trying my very best not to hurt him anymore than could be helped careful to avoid the rib area I had a suspicion that at least two ribs were fractured.
Harry's POV
"Oh Harry." I think the words slipped from Gary's mouth without him knowing, those two words were uttered with such care and worry I had to keep tears from my eyes. Never had my name been said with that much emotion. My breath hitched and Gary quickly moved his hand away "Did that hurt Harry I'm sorry." That one question broke my wall and everything, the abuse, the pain, the loss of my godfather, that I was either going to murder or be murdered by the end of life, all the thoughts and weight, wracked my skinny form in the only way it could with body shaking sobs.
Fenrir's POV
Potter was shaking in my arms, I had been holding his arm up when he had started crying and now all his weight was in my hand holding onto his arm. I wrapped him in a tentative hug. He was sobbing into my chest saying things like s'my fault, I'm gonna be a murderer, he'll kill me, or what made my heart break, I really am a freak. I tried my very best to calm him, while whispering comfort into his hair. He finally fell into a deep sleep after crying for hours.
Harry's POV
I woke up laying on a really comfy bed. Where was I? I sat up and looked around then I realized I was shirtless except for the wrap around my chest. "Hello Harry." A soft voice came from the corner. I was in Gary's house! "Hello. Ummm… Gary why am I shirtless in your bed?" I asked deciding to get it out of the way. He seemed surprised "You don't remember…" He trailed off then continued "Earlier today I came to get you from your uncle's house to help me brew the Wolfsbane potion, I noticed a few bruises so when I came home with you I asked you to take off your shirt." I froze he knew, he had to, he knew about my uncle's raging temper. "You know." I breathed to him. Gary nodded and said "I applied some dittany to your wounds only you started crying about halfway through." I had started to remember then I snorted and said "Crying is putting it lightly. Sobbing is more accurate." Again, Gary nodded.
"Harry… I haven't been completely honest with you and if I show you something can I trust you to not flip out and listen to me?" Gary looked honestly worried so I nodded curios to see where this would lead. Gary started glowing, I averted my eyes he was so bright. The glowing stopped, I looked up to see a tall 6'1 man who was tan from sun kissed strawberry-blond hair to the ends of his ripped camo cargo pants. I sat there and gaped "Your name isn't Gary I take it?" I asked finally coming to some sort of sense. Not-Gary-But-Totally-Awesome-Dude smiled and said "No it's Fenrir."
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