Chapter 2
Notes:
Feral Alpha!Harry is just *chef's kiss*
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
"Alohomora," Draco said, groaning in frustration when the door only jiggled slightly. He wasn't good with his wandless spells, he wished he had. He didn't get to sleep much since the floor was too damp and hard. He was in constant pain when the bond ached in his chest. He knew Harry was searching for him, desperately. "Expecto Patronum!" Draco tried again, watching the small silvery light sparkled in thin air before him, it crackled and disappeared just as quickly.
When the door was slammed open, Draco jolted and turned to see Greyback entering the room. He slid a tray of food across the floor, and it hit Draco's feet, splattering over the ground.
"And here I thought you weren't that merciful, Greyback," he said, glancing at the tray with just bread and water in. It was the bare minimum.
"Shut up, Omega, or I might just be that," Greyback spatted, his fangs showing when Draco smirked at him.
"The least you can do is give me some light too," Draco said, folding his arms over his chest, looking around the shadowy room. The light was outside of the door, where Greyback was blocking it, but the room was almost fully dark when it was shut, with just a hint of light from underneath the door. "I can barely see anything here. I might as well go blind."
Greyback growled at him before slamming the door close again. Draco huffed, settling down before his tray, picking up the piece of bread and exhaling softly. It would all be fine, he reminded himself.
Draco didn't think his words had succeeded until Carrow returned a day after to put a candle in his room. It wasn't much, but at least he could see something here. He brushed his hand over the flame, feeling the heat from it. He was also freezing, it was still December, and since he had no more robes or a wand to cast a spell on himself, he had to put up with it. It'd been two days, and so far, Draco hadn't been able to find out where he was. He could only assume it was Carrow's Manor, or a place he had stolen from an unfortunate owner.
Draco looked at the watch on his wrist, the one thing that was keeping him sane by knowing what time it was right now. It was close to six at night, and they'd bring dinner here soon. Draco grabbed the candle in his hand and stood on the side of the door, waiting patiently. He had to get out himself.
The door opened, and Draco took a silent breath in. He glanced at the hairy feet on the ground, knowing who it was immediately.
"Where the hell-…" Draco jumped from behind the door, jabbing the burning candle at Greyback's eye as the Werewolf howled in pain. "Fucking Omega!"
Draco was closed to escaping the room when he was snatched back by the hairy arms around his body. Greyback flung him back into the room and Draco hissed when his head hit the stonewall. "You're fucking dead!" Greyback howled, his hand covering his right eye as he approached Draco.
"Go to hell!" Draco snapped, spitting at Greyback's face as he was yanked up by his collar. When the strike came, Draco had expected it, but he hadn't known how painful it would be. He fell back on his arse when Greyback dropped him, his cheek swollen and burning. Greyback stepped forward and stood there above him, his eyes flashing with the desire to kill.
"Stop." Draco glanced at the door, where Carrow was standing with his hand wrapped tightly around his wand. "You can't kill him."
"He fucking stabbed me in the eye with the candle," Greyback barked, blood dripping out of the corner of his eye and Draco felt a surge of pride running through him. He'd done that. He'd managed to injure Greyback.
"You can't kill him, and that is an order, Fenrir," Carrow spatted, harder this time, his eyes flaring with annoyance. "We have to keep him alive, it is our only chance."
Greyback grumbled, walking away like a hurt dog and following Carrow out of the room. Draco sat up, leaning back on the wall and holding his stinging cheek with his hand, trembling slightly. They couldn't kill Draco, there was an ulterior motive behind this. They didn't just want to kill Draco, or to use him as bait for his Alpha's life, no, this was different. And he needed to find out what they were after.
Harry shoved the guy roughly against the wall, grunting at the bloody face before him and lifting the guy higher. His quivering didn't mean anything to Harry. "Tell me where my mate is," he growled, his wand digging into the Death Eater's neck. If he dug it in harder, he believed it would break through the flesh. "Tell me where Draco is!"
The guy cried in fear, thrashing his feet in the air with his hands around Harry's, begging to be released. "I don't know! I don't know who your mate is!"
"Don't you think I'd notice you anywhere?" he snarled, his fangs showing as he pressed the wand harder into the throbbing pulse of the Beta. "I could sense your disgusting stench from a mile away, Yaxley," he roared, desperate to find any trace of Draco. "So you better tell me now before I rip your throat out with my bare hands." He knew how brutal he sounded right now, but he wasn't joking about it. He was determined to find Draco by any means at all.
"I swear—I swear I don't know where he is!"
"All clear!" Ron rushed down the staircase after he had done a thorough inspection of Yaxley's Manor, followed by a few Aurors behind him. "Draco isn't here."
"I told—I told you," Yaxley grunted, his mouth still trickling blood down his chin and Harry let him down on the ground. It was a mere second before he threw a hook that landed perfectly on Yaxley's jaw and knocked him unconscious on the ground. Harry stared at the body and kicked at his leg, making sure he wouldn't be up for a while.
"Take him in."
"But he doesn't—…"
"Take him in," Harry barked loudly, startling every other Auror that was standing there. He exhaled and looked at them, some had their shoulders slouched and didn't meet his eyes. "I apologise. Just take him in. He's a bad person, there's no reason to let him roam free, not anymore."
Harry stalked out of the Manor, irritation filled his stomach, and he hadn't even noticed it was raining. He couldn't bring himself to cast any spell, and his mind wandered to his mate instantly, about how lonesome it must be for Draco right now. It had been two Death Eaters so far, and he still hadn't found his Omega. His patience was wearing out the more time he spent without Draco. When he heard footsteps, he didn't stop walking. "I'm fine, Ron."
"You're not! Merlin's fuck, cast a spell, Harry!" Ron said in a clear worried tone and grabbed at Harry's shoulder, pulling him back. Harry knew Ron was scared for Draco too since they were friends, but he wouldn't understand how Harry felt now, he couldn't even if he wanted to. Ron waved his wand, murmuring a spell as the rain stopped falling on Harry's drenched robes. "You're in this too deep, you're involved. Do you think—…"
"I will not rest until I find Draco and that is it, Ron!" Harry had his hands balled in fists, and he had a feeling he might have lashed out a bit too harsh again, Ron's stunned face proved it right, but he couldn't control it. "I'm sorry, I just…" He winced, feeling the ache in his chest again and he knew Draco was in pain. "It hurts, Ron, to know that he is in pain but I'm not there to help him. It hurts to know that he's so scared and lost and locked up somewhere we don't know. And I want to save him, he's everything to me, I just can't—…"
His voice faltered and Ron pulled him in a hug, squeezing him tight. Harry couldn't stop thinking about Draco. He thought about him every second of the day, he couldn't live without him. And just the thought that Draco might…not be with him anymore was more painful than any wound he had ever dealt with. The pain of losing Draco was killing him more than he imagined. And he wanted to find Draco again, bring Draco back to safety, and they could be together again.
"We will find him, you know that," Ron said, even though they didn't know for sure, it was the only thing Ron could say at this moment, and Harry forced himself to believe it.
It was raining when Draco woke up again, it hadn't stopped since last night. He glanced at the raindrops leaking into the room through the corner and sighed, it had been a while since he was able to see the sunlight, his Alpha and their son. Draco missed them dearly. He stood up, almost tripping on himself when a wave of dizziness hit him, he staggered back to lean against the wall, shutting his eyes when the headache came back again. He'd had the most painful headache since last morning, and it didn't stop for a while, not until he slept it off.
Draco shrugged off the feeling and looked at the door when it was opened. Greyback was back again with a tray in his hand, it was the same thing every time. His right eye was bandaged now, making him look even more repulsive than before. When Greyback pushed the tray of food across the floor, Draco decided to get a story out of him.
"What's your deal?"
"What?" Greyback snarled, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Draco.
"I mean, why are you capturing me if you're not going to kill me?" he asked, folding his arms together as he watched Greyback's hands turn into fists. "There must be a story behind this. Why are you two doing this?"
"None of your fucking business, Omega." His voice was cruel and belittling, like Draco was something that he felt disgusted forward.
"Is this because little Alecto is still in Azkaban?" Draco asked, and when Greyback's eyes flashed with something in the dark, he knew he had guessed it right. "Because she's going to receive the infamous kiss soon? That's why you took me? To make a trade for her?"
Greyback didn't say a word, only letting the low rumbles out of his throat before he slammed the door shut, but the way he had flinched before that had proved more. So it was about Alecto, Amycus's dear sister. A life for a life. They were making a bargain in hopes that Harry would do it to save Draco, but he knew Harry would always find a different way.
Draco settled back down on the floor again and picked up the bread from the tray. When he brought it to his lips, Draco grimaced, scrunching up his nose at the smell and feeling his stomach twist inside him. He covered his mouth, throwing the piece of bread away as he rushed to the corner of the room. He gagged, throwing everything he had eaten the previous night out into the floor. Draco hugged his stomach, wincing at the sight. What was in that fucking bread?
He walked back to his spot and took a sip of the water in the goblet instead, he'd had enough of bread for today. The pounding in his head hadn't stopped either, Draco clutched on the clothes over his chest and felt his throbbing heart, beating loudly, it must be the soul bond between him and Harry. They had been separated for four days now, it was the longest it had ever been, and it was hurting him more than he could ever say. It was still raining hard outside, but even the loud thunders couldn't draw his mind from thinking about his Alpha.
Notes:
I don't describe Omegas as completely weak and fragile here, they can still very much defense against Alpha when they want to. Plus, Greyback is a Beta here so kudos to Draco stabbing the mf!