Hi readers, sorry I missed my upload date.
Disclaimer:
J.K Rowling: Sweetie I'm sorry but you can't have it.
Me: Pretty, pretty, please, I promise I won't kill anyone.
J.K: No. It's too precious. I'm sorry but you can't own Harry Potter.
Me: I know that, I'm just trying to make a point to everyone. I don't own Harry Potter.
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"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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Harry's POV
I froze "F-F-Fenrir? As in Fenrir Grayback?" I asked, unable to keep the fear from my voice. Hurt was only seen in his eye's though his shoulders slumped slightly. "I guess this takes the Wolfsbane off the table, it'll be a miracle if you don't hate me." Fenrir's voice had taken on a dead quality that I didn't like.
"Oh, Ga- Fenrir, I don't hate you," I paused unsure on how to continue, I was so confused by my own feelings. "I'm just confused right now. After all I heard about what a monster you were, you were the first person to care enough to even give me the time of day." I lifted my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them.
Fenrir's POV
He looked so alone huddled on the big bed I wanted to rush to the small frame and make his pain stop. Instead he said "Harry, I know it will be hard for you to trust me but if you wish to live I need you to stay in this room and remain quiet." Harry looked at me for a long time before he nodded.
I looked at him he was still moving stiffly "Let me see you back." I said. He looked at me through his fearful eyes and slowly shook his head. "Merlin, Harry I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to re-apply the healing salve." I exclaim
Harry's POV
I know in my head Fenrir won't hurt me but I can't help the fear that comes over me. I slowly turn around, it makes my ribs ache. In apprehensive silence, I wait for his hands to start their progress of my back.
Fenrir's POV
The boy was so tense, I wish he would just trust me. I grabbed the salve and smoothed it onto my hands. "Harry, relax. I'm going to rub this in." The boy only shifted to give me better access.
Harry's POV
I flinched as I felt his hands gently trace my wounds and rub in some salve. I hiss as the salve hits a still open wound. "I'm sorry Harry, you fell asleep before I could finish applying dittany, and I don't feel safe doing anything else." Fenrir sounds actually apologetic. I just move a little. The pain was receding from my back though my ribs still had a dull ache I associated with them being fractured.
"Fenrir, I'm not asking for you to kill me, but why haven't you yet?" I asked the strong man behind me, trying not to let my fear show. I heard him snort, "Kid, even if I wanted you dead, which I don't, I can't kill you, The Dark Lord wants to kill you himself." His hands stopped rubbing in the salve and removed themselves from their back. I fought the urge to lean into the hands as they departed. Turning around, I saw real care in his eyes. I'm not gay, but ask any of your friends, they know when someone of the same sex was handsome or pretty. Fenrir was neither he was gorgeous or as Hermione had recently taken to saying in her letters "Smoking Hot." His eyes were brown with flecks of amber in them, and a shirt that had a sign on it with the words "wolf crossing." highlighted his toned chest. His camo cargo pants had rips all down the side, dragon hide combat boots completed the look. I swallowed and said "I need boots like that."
Fenrir's POV
Boots? Was that really what he thought about when facing me, a werewolf? Then again, he had gone up against You-Know-Who himself, I must seem like a bunny rabbit comparatively. "Harry, I-" I froze mid-sentence. Having super hearing had its perks, and being able to know who was close by was one of them. Lucius's crooked steps were coming down the steps. I held a finger to my lips and turned to Harry, who in turn, became as still as a statue.
Click, step, click, step, my nostrils flared as the man's tell-tale gait passed the door, pausing only slightly. I breathed a sigh of relief, I turned to see a stunned look on Harry's face. "You- you-" Harry swallowed twice before continuing in a hiss, filled with gratitude, anger and surprise. "You brought me here? Where there are Death Munchers everywhere!" I blinked twice, trying to hold in my laughter.
Harry's POV
Fenrir was staring at me, a look of incredulous mirth in his eyes, "Did you just call the Dark Lords most devoted and fearsome followers Death Munchers?" I nodded, it's not like I respected those who murdered and tortured for fun. Grayback looked downright fearful at the thought of calling those monsters Death Munchers, so in an attempt to get him to laugh I did my best Gilderoy Lockhart impression and said "And if I'm feeling truly fearsome, I call them Demise Feeders." Fenrir looked torn, then he laughed and laughed and laughed.