Hello, my Warriors! You will need the fearsome spirit in this chappie!
Disclaimer: Come out and play Harry, oh you don't want to. Too bad I don't own you so I could make you.
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Previously in Not A True Monster:
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 Snackers." Fenrir looked torn, then he laughed and laughed and laughed.
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Harry's POV
Fenrir clutched his sides and tears streamed down his face as he hooted with mirth. Oh, Crap! I broke him. I worriedly thought. "Grayback, Grayback, Grayback, FENRIR!" He froze at my use of his given name, "Yes, Harry. How may I help you? I promise to do my best, on my word as a Demise Snacker." He said calmly before collapsing into giggles again. I smacked my hand to my forehead, "Fenrir, get a hold on yourself unless you want Malfoy coming in here to see why you of all people are giggling like a Bellatrix Lestrange." Fenrir looked truly offended at that statement and ceased giggling immediately. He looked at me reproachfully and stated "Werewolves do not giggle. And I of all the werewolves do not giggle like one Bellatrix Lestrange." I stared at him before changing the subject and saying "Say I wanted to leave the war behind, and I would not thwart Tom in exchange he would not hurt me and certain people. What would he do?"
He looked at me dumbfounded before growling softly. I tensed, ready to run if he suddenly decided to switch to werewolf form. He seemed to notice my tension and the growl died in his throat. "I'm sorry Harry, but it just scares me. If he ever found out you were so vulnerable…" Fenrir shuddered. I stared at his pale face before asking again "I'm not saying I will ask him I'm just asking what he what he would do."
Fenrir looked at me long and hard. I stared back at him. He smiled and said "I could always ask him at the next meeting. It would be a hypothetical situation, of course." I gaped at his daring. "Hypothetical, Of course. Maybe you could ask him."
Grayback stands up and walks over to me, I just drop my chin onto my knees and try not to shake in terror, I mean in my head I know Grayback won't hurt me. Still, a lifetime of mistrusting adults isn't going to disappear overnight… trust has to be earned and Fenrir hasn't earned that yet. I mean, yes, he is the first one to care or notice about my home life but he did have that one small thing about like keeping his true identity a secret and biting Remy.
Fenrir's POV
Harry rests his head on his knees and retreats into his own head. "Harry," He still staring into space "Harry, please look at me." I kneel beside him, he starts and looks down at me, his startling green eyes are scared but dull. Harry stares at me and I feel like he's gazing into my soul…
Step, clack, step, clack. "Lucius," I hiss breaking my gaze, the crooked steps stop directly in front of my door. Lucius's silky tones call through the door, "Grayback, The Dark Lord summons us." I glanced at Harry, he was looking thoughtful "Where are your potions supplies?" Harry asked in an undertone. "In that cupboard." I reply so quietly that it comes out in more of a growl. He looks from me to the cupboard and back again before whispering "Go with Lucius and I will make your potion." I look at him glee is slowly forming in my gut. "Pup, I don't know what I did to deserve such a smart friend but I sure ain't doin' anything to jeopardize it." A flush is slowly creeping up his cheeks but he just says "Go!" I scamper out before he can say anything else.
Lucius stares at me and mutters "Weird werewolf." I throw him a feral grin before saying "Lucius, I believe The Dark Lord needs us."
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Fenrir's POV
"My lord." I murmur as he passed my kneeling form. He pauses in his trek between his followers, "Yessss, Grayback?" His voice hisses over the s. "Permission to speak privately with you?" I ask with my eyes still facing the ground. He hooks his slim finger under my chin and forces it up "Permission granted." He says making sure I see his mouth form every syllable, "Rise, Fenrir." I stand on his command.
I take a deep breath before starting "My lord, what would you say if, hypothetically, I knew for a fact that the Potter boy," I cringed inwardly at how I was referring to Harry "Didn't want to fight you anymore and in fact he just wanted a way out of the fighting. He just wanted to be left alone in return for leaving the fight and the Light you would leave him and a few select people alone?" Voldemort blinked twice. He then stared at me before speaking in barely more than a whisper "What would I do? What… would… I… do?" I look at him my throat tight. His eyes flash with emotion, I gaze wearily back at him. "Fenrir, how would you know that?" I swallow before answering "Hypothetically, I may be in contact with him." His dark robes swish as he starts to pace, "Hypothetically?" His voice has a hint of mirth in it. "Hypothetically." I assure, he starts to speak again. "Well, hypothetically, I would want to speak with Potter to see who these people are that he wishes me to leave alone. But, this is only a hypothetical situation." I nod before bowing and retreating to my station in the ranks.
Harry's POV
I walk over to the cupboard Fenrir's room. I start setting up for the potion. Glancing around the room I spot the window shades and pull them open. The room has a dark hardwood floor and the sheets on the bed are black silk. A large tome was sitting on the bedside table. I padded over to it and cracked it open it, it appeared to be a records book. I glance down when a familiar name catches my eye.
Name: Lupin, Remus Status: Lost Notes: Loves trains and is allergic to dust. Feelings: I dearly miss my cub.
Name: Tulip, Jasmine-Roxanne (JR) Status: Found but Alone Notes: Loves jazz and candy. Feelings: I have never felt as much pain as the rejection she gave me, she is also missed.
Name: Karamel Status: Found Notes: Homeless until Found, sister to Rocky.Got her name from how sweet she is and how much love she shows. Feelings: The joy I felt when Karamel waltzed into my life and decided to stay.
Name: Rocky Status: Found Notes: Homeless until Found, brother to Karamel Feelings: I love Rocky as much as I do Karamel.
Name:
Name: Dumbledore, Jaques Status: Dead Notes: Killed by Albus and Gellert Feelings: I mourn the loss of each of my cubs. I will avenge you!
I tear my eyes away from the list, I re-read the last name. Tear drops stain the page, but they are nothing to the raw anger I feel as I read his notes. Dumbledore killed his own brother! How could he? I trusted that man, but not anymore. I shut the book with a snap, this is personal, maybe I will ask Fenrir about it later.
"Wolfsbane…" I crack my knuckles, this is going to be fun! I skip over to the potion cabinet. It was full of ingredients, I quickly got out all that would be necessary and started chopping.
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Harry's POV
The door creaked behind me, I spun 'round to see Grayback behind me… CHUCKLING! Fenrir smiled at me, "Wow… You have been working hard." I roll my eyes in annoyance, "Of course I have. I did promise that you would have the Wolfbane potion for this transformation, did I not?" A short grin graced the werewolf's features. "That you did… I must say though after all the excitement I didn't think you would really do it." I suppose finding out he is a werewolf and the only person who cares about me might be considered excitement.
Sighing, I sit down on the bed and place my head in my hands, "I have been working non-stop on this potion for two hours. I am exhausted from all this chopping and stirring." I feel the bed dip beside me and I stiffen involuntary. No, no, no! He is never going to hit me or harm me… is he? No, he wouldn't, he promised he would never hurt me. I told myself angrily. He tentatively placed his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing the tension out of my back. I slowly will myself to untense.
Fenrir's POV
Hoping I wasn't overstepping my lines, I sat on the bed next to this tired, raven haired boy. He tensed, I slowly reached over and placed my hands on his shoulders in the fatherly gesture I had always wished my father would give me. I gently started rubbing the tense boys back. He sighed involuntarily, before saying "Thank you, Fenrir. I am just so tired." Looking down at the mop of jet black, I feel a surge of affection flood through me. "You might just be growing on me, my little potions mater." He grins up at me through his bangs.