Sacrifice

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Oh, you all make me so happy! I must admit, I was quietly nervous about last chapter, I wasn't sure how people would take it. But I had more than one person telling me it was actually my best chapter so far! So, yes, you all made me very happy last chapter, so thank you for that :)
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"So this is where you disappeared to."

Harry peered up from the warm, bubbly water he was submerged up to his nose in to see Fenrir now standing in the doorway of the bathroom. It was while he had been exploring the series of rooms they had been provided that he had discovered the largest bath he had ever seen and promptly decided to use it. After all, the only other bath he'd ever had, had been very nice despite the fact he had been in no real mood to enjoy it. This time, however, he was safe in the knowledge that Fenrir was only in the next room so he had stripped off and plunged in.

"I was starting to think wizards had snuck in and kidnapped you." The Alpha grunted, making a strange sort of joke.

"If that was the case then I'm sure you would've heard my girlish screams of "rape" and come to my rescue." Harry grinned as he pushed himself backwards in the water. "Fancy joining me? The water's a lovely temperature and you can't deny you're kinda filthy."

"Trying to domesticate me?" Fenrir grumbled even as he approached the bath.

"I'm smart enough to know you can't be domesticated."

The man smirked at that, obviously pleased with the response. He climbed into the bath, the water rippling out from around him as he did, and, in one swift movement, was right in front of Harry. "Make yourself useful Pup," he growled lowly, leaning down and making Harry think he was about to be kissed. However, when the teenager went to lean up, Fenrir turned around. "Wash my back."

Harry gave a playful sigh, more amused by the situation then anything else. "The life of a subordinate." He groaned dramatically even as he reached for the soap to lather up his hands.

"We all have to go through it in the beginning."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"And there was me thinking you were born an Alpha." Harry mused as he began to rub his soapy hands against Fenrir's broad back.

"It did only take me a month to get there but I did have to start out as a submissive." Fenrir revealed as he took the soap and began to wash his thick arms.

"I can't imagine you bearing your neck or your stomach to anyone."

"Well, when your a skinny little teenager who's still trying to find his feet after only recently being Turned and your confronted with a massive dominant werewolf, the smart thing to do is submit."

"A skinny little teenager," Harry echoed, amused beyond belief. "Now that I'm really struggling to picture."

"I wasn't that way for long. It wasn't long after my first full moon that I started to change significantly. Like I said, it was only about a month before I was able to leave and start my own pack."

Harry bit his lip then, to stop himself asking a question he desperately wanted the answer to but knew would open up a wound for his Alpha. Fenrir'd had a pack before and Harry knew that that pack was now gone. What he didn't know was why it was gone. What had happened to Fenrir's previous pack? Although his curiosity was almost maddening, the teenager wasn't confident enough to ask and he was reluctant to cause his Alpha pain by making him remember what might be a horrible memory. Perhaps one day he'd ask and maybe Fenrir would answer, but, for that day, he decided to keep his burning question to himself.

"Do you want me to wash your hair while we're in here?" He asked instead, already reaching for a near by glass bottle of shampoo he had already used on himself.

"What does it smell of?" Fenrir asked slightly suspiciously.

Harry took a moment to take out the stopper and take a few sniffs. "Just thymey." He answered, twining his arm around the man in order to offer the bottle so he could smell as well.

The Alpha didn't bother to smell, simply gave a grunt or permission, trusting what Harry had told him. The boy got to work without hesitation and the next several minutes were spent in a comfortable, relaxed silence as hair was washed and rinsed. It took far longer than Harry had taken with his own hair as Fenrir's was slightly longer, far more tangled and far more dirty. So dirty, in fact, that when Harry was satisfied that it was suitably clean, the water surrounding them in the bath was discoloured from the dirt.

"All done." The teenager declared as he stood up and started to wade towards the edge.

"Where you going?" Fenrir inquired, opening only one eye as he wiped the lingering suds off of his face.

"I didn't get clean just to get dirty again straight afterwards." Harry revealed reasonably as he stepped out of the bath, his wet feet making a soggy tap sound as they touched down on the dry marble floor. "You stay in there and get the worst of the dirt off, I won't go anywhere without you." He left the bathroom then, grabbing a towel and his robe as he passed them, not waiting to see if the werewolf was even going to stay in the bath.

Entering the living room, Harry quickly towelled himself off to get rid of the worst of the moisture. He threw the towel to the side when he was finished with it and quickly pulled on his robe. Usually, he let himself dry naturally or just didn't bother at all, but his time with the Dursleys had ensured he wasn't completely wild. It was just polite to not get your host's furniture soggy, just as it was polite to respect people's hang-ups on nudity, and since Fenrir was obviously not going to make any effort, Harry felt it was for the best if he did. The wizards were giving them a safe place to stay after all.

It was just as Harry's head popped through the collar of his robe that there came a series of knocks from the entrance into the rooms. The sound made the teenager pause for a moment before he quickly hurried back over to the bathroom door. Without knocking, he opened it slightly and poked his head through the gap. Fenrir was already out of the bath, drying himself with a towel and he did look significantly cleaner despite the fact he'd barely been in the bath for five minutes.

"Someone's knocking." Harry revealed. "What should I do?"

"Ask who it is." The Alpha ordered lazily, not even looking at the boy as he spoke. "If it's Dumbles, let him in. If it's anyone else, tell them to piss off."

"Kay."

The teenager drew back then, gently pushing the door shut again, before turning and hurrying across the room. Another few knocks, louder this time, came just as he drew closer to the entrance which was blocked by a portrait. He waited until they had ended before he chose to speak.

"Who is it?"

"Only Professor Dumbledore; may I come in?" The old man's voice came through from the other side.

Instead of answering, Harry pulled open the entrance with a small, welcoming smile on his lips as he did so. He was greeted with the kind smile of Dumbledore but also by the sight of two complete strangers. That made Harry's smile vanish in an instant and he pushed the portrait forwards a little; it was still open but not enough for anyone to enter.

"Who are you?" The teenager demanded of the two strangers warily, hoping that Fenrir came into the room soon.

"Harry, this is Kingsley Shacklebolt," Dumbledore introduced, gesturing to a very tall, black skinned man. "And Nymphadora Tonks," he gestured to the only female present, a young woman with strangely coloured hair. "They're Aurors, they're no one to be wary of."

Harry was reluctant to allow the strangers entrance. After all, Fenrir had told him not to let anyone but Dumbledore in. He was just thinking of refusing them all entry when he heard a door open behind him. A quick glance over the shoulder proved that Fenrir had just entered the room.

"There are two strangers with Professor Dumbledore." The teenager told his Alpha as the man walked over to him. "A man and a woman. Aurors apparently, whatever they are."

Fenrir gave a light groan and rolled his eyes. "Let them in." He muttered reluctantly.

Harry said nothing to that and instead stepped aside, clearing the path into the room so that their visitors could enter. The three magic-folk did so and the teenager quickly hurried over to his Alpha's side, standing slightly behind him and fighting the desire to grip his arm. All these strange new people with strange abilities; such stress couldn't be good for him even if he was only fourteen.

Dumbledore must have noticed Harry's unease as he offered a bright, reassuring smile. "They're only here to confirm what we already know, so there's no reason to be so nervous Harry."

"In other words, you don't trust us and you want solid proof." Fenrir grunted.

"Don't twist my words, please." The old wizard said politely but sternly. "Even if I do believe you both, the authorities need solid proof if you're both to have access to your inheritances."

"I have an inheritance?" Harry asked, incredibly surprised by that.

"Of course you do, dear boy. You didn't think that your parents left with nothing, did you?"

The teenager shrugged lightly and looked off to the side. "I've never given it much thought really." He admitted quietly. "I mean, why should I have? For all I've known for most of my life, my parents were useless drunks who got themselves killed in a car crash."

A heavy, shocked silence filled the room at that, one that Fenrir found infinitely amusing. He chuckled lightly under his breath and earned himself a dark look from the male Auror.

"Something funny, Greyback?" Kingsley demanded in an icy tone.

"I must look a lot like this Greyback bloke, you're the second person to mistake me for him." Fenrir sneered, refusing to be lured into accidently admitting who he was.

"We'll see who you are soon enough," the dark skinned Auror said with a glare as he pulled a folded piece of parchment from a pocket somewhere on his robe. "Blood-line parchment; I assume you know how to use it."

Fenrir rolled his eyes at the whole situation and stepped forward until he was just close enough to snatch the paper out of the other man's hand. The rude gesture earned him another cold glare from Kingsley but he did nothing more than smirk in amusement at it. Parchment in hand, he wandered over to the armchair closest to where Harry still stood and sat down heavily. The Alpha took his time to get comfortable (and made quite a show of it as well, intentionally trying to annoy the other people in the room as much as possible) and, when he finally stopped moving, he gave the other adults a bored look.

"Don't suppose anyone's got a knife?"

"We could always use a spell." Kingsley sneered.

The werewolf didn't bother to even dignify that with a response. Instead, he just brought his right thumb up to his mouth and carelessly bit into it. When he lowered it from his mouth, blood was rising up from the bite wound. He swiped his thumb across the parchment carelessly, leaving a streak of blood behind and almost instantly the red began to seep into the paper, the streak disappearing and the blood spreading out in lines and names. Fenrir held it up but made no move to actually offer it to anyone. It was eventually the woman who came over and accepted the parchment and she unfolded it as she moved back over to her colleague and the headmaster.

After a moment or two of them silently watching the parchment, she spoke: "Your story checks out." She confirmed as the dark skinned man beside her gave an irritated growl.

"Well thank the Goddess for that." Fenrir grunted sarcastically before he licked his bloody thumb clean.

Everyone ignored the man and instead turned their attention to Harry. The teenager noticed that he was suddenly the focus of everyone's attention and he nervously turned his gaze onto the three magic folk. At first, it appeared that Kingsley was going to be the one approaching him but the female held his arm back and shook her head. She was then the one to approach him, smiling cheerfully. Harry was still wary, however, and he took a small step back as she came to a stop just in front of him.

Tonks leaned over slightly so she was more Harry's height, her upper body being supported by the one hand she leaned on her thigh. The other hand held out a bare sheet of parchment. "We need you to do the same now." She told him gently.

Hesitantly, Harry reached out and took the paper from the woman carefully, making sure not to snatch as Fenrir had. He brought it to himself slowly and squinted his eyes to try and get a better look at the parchment. It seemed simple and harmless enough and he'd already seen Fenrir use it...

"Would you like me to prick your finger for you?" Tonks offered, sounding as far from threatening as a person could.

Before Harry could properly react to that offer, his arm had been grabbed by a hand which yanked him backwards and to the right, closer to where Fenrir was sitting. "That won't be necessary." He growled, readjusting his grip on Harry so that he had a tight hold of the boy's wrist.

Harry made absolutely no protest as his hand was raised to Fenrir's mouth and a sharp nip of a bite pierced the skin of his index finger. His hand was then manouvered to the parchment and jerked so a decent amount of blood smeared across the surface. Then, his finger was promptly stuck in the Alpha's mouth. Harry couldn't stop himself from shuddering in pleasure as the long, hot and moist tongue of the man swiped over the pad of his finger. Goose-bumps prickled the teenager's skin and he leaned against Fenrir, forgetting the fact they were in the presence of others for a moment. The clearing of a throat had him remember himself, something he was thankful for; a moan of his Alpha's name had been on the tip of his tongue.

His finger still firmly held within Fenrir's mouth, Harry used his free hand to hold out the parchment towards the three magical people. Tonks was the one who came forward to accept it and, upon unfolding it, she didn't look at all surprised at what she saw.

"Yep, he's a Potter, all right." She grinned, concentrating the friendly expression on the boy whose finger was still being sucked on by the adult werewolf.

That didn't appear to make Kingsley any happier and he seemed to pretty much completely ignore the fact that Tonks had spoken, instead continuing to try and stare Fenrir down. "The mass murder of your family was never solved, you know." He pointed out, his tone and gaze suspicious.

"You lot obviously weren't doing your jobs right then." Fenrir grunted without amusement after he had released Harry's finger in order to speak properly.

"You were one of the main suspects."

"I'm sure I was."

"You could still be convicted if you were found guilty, even after all these years."

"I'm sure I could, if I was guilty."

Kingsley sneered slightly and pulled a small vial of something out from inside his robe. "I just happen to have some Veritiserum with me; perhaps we should put your claim to innocence to the test."

"No." The werewolf said darkly.

"I wasn't asking for your permission." The Auror practically growled.

"It's illegal for you to administer Veritiserum to someone not under arrest without their direct consent. If you want me to take it, you'll have to arrest me, and you have no proof that I've done anything wrong." Fenrir sneered triumphantly. "The same with Legimency. If you don't want me to sue, you'll keep out of my mind." Here, he pulled Harry a little closer to his chest. "Both of our minds."

"If you've got nothing to hide, then why are you protesting so much?" Kingsley challenged in a dangerous tone.

Fenrir gave Harry a gentle nudge and the teenager obediently slid from his lap. The Alpha stood from his seat and closed the distance between himself and the Auror, stepping up so close that Kingsley had to tilt his head back slightly in order to maintain eye-contact. It was a tense moment and Harry watched with a strong sense of satisfaction. Even in a situation that Fenrir wasn't comfortable with, he still managed to act confident and retain an air of dominance that no one could deny.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." Fenrir growled seethingly.

It was then that a short glaring match started between the two men. Neither was willing to back down and they continued to stare the other straight in the eye. Harry was confident that, if left alone, Fenrir would've eventually come out on top, but Dumbledore decided that they had better things to do than be the audience to the two males trying to out-stare the other.

"That's enough now." The old wizard said calmly. "We must remember that all are innocent until proven otherwise, and that Merick has a right to deny such intrusive means of questioning."

Although the Auror known as Kingsley didn't verbally reply to that, his gaze did flicker away from Fenrir and onto Dumbledore. That was enough for the Alpha to feel satisfied that he had won and so he drew back slightly, just enough so he wasn't almost touching the other man. The Auror's eyes flickered back onto the taller werewolf at the movement, but when he saw Fenrir was only stepping back, he did the same, creating even more distance between the two of them.

"Now that's sorted," Dumbledore began to speak again as he turned his head to look to Fenrir. "Perhaps you'd like to start rebuilding your old life?"

"Which means?" Fenrir asked suspiciously.

"Your family's manor is officially yours, as are their vaults at Gringotts. Surely there are more than a few things you want to collect as soon as possible?"

A low growl of irritation left Fenrir then. He obviously wasn't thrilled with that idea but how could he refuse? "Fine." He muttered angrily.

"We'll be coming with you, of course." Kingsley revealed, sounding far too pleased with that.

That obviously only made the Alpha even more annoyed. "Why?"

"Just so you don't decide to go for a walk with Harry without telling us."

"Afraid I'm gonna steal your precious saviour?" Fenrir sneered and he didn't need to hear an answer to know that he had guessed right. "Don't worry, you haven't pissed me off that much, yet."

Another staring contest started between the werewolf and the male Auror then. However, it was promptly broken by the female Auror speaking: "So, shall we Portkey or Apparate?"

"No magic." Fenrir immediately dismissed.

"Then how do you expect we get there?" Kingsley demanded.

"You two can do what you want, the pup and I will walk."

The Auror looked as though he was about to argue with that but a gesture from Dumbledore seemed to silence him. The black man glared once again. "Do what you want, just make sure you turn up, and try and put some clothes on." He grunted eventually before he turned and started to head out of the room.

The female Auror rolled her eyes. "Men." She grumbled under her breath before giving Harry a playful look. "Make sure you don't ever become one." She grinned to the teenager before she headed after her colleage, tripping on the edge of the rug on the floor as she did so.

When both the Aurors were out of the room, Dumbledore offered the other two males a polite inclination of his head. "I'll see you both upon your return then." And with that, he, too, left the room.

"Maybe we should've tried our luck with Voldemort." Fenrir muttered darkly. "He might've been more accommidating."

"He did kill my parents though." Harry pointed out.

"Oh yeah."

"So what now?"

Fenrir gave a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "We go to the Aberwyst manor, unfortunately."

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The Aberwyst manor was just as impressive in size as the homes of any of the other pureblood families. In appearance and upkeep however, it lagged far behind. An two hour walk outside of Hogsmeade Village, the building was clearly in a state of disrepair with several windows broken and the grounds full of dying/dead trees and plants. However, as the building came into his sight, all Harry could focus on was how absolutely massive it was, much bigger than the Dursley's house had been.

"You lived here?" He gasped to the man beside him as they walked through the night.

"Spent the first fifteen years of my life here, yeah." Fenrir grunted just as they reached the gates into the manor's grounds, by which Kingsley and Tonks were standing by. "Hope we didn't keep you waiting." He sneered at the two magic folk.

"Wot'cha Harry." The woman grinned, totally ignoring the Alpha, and the teenager gave her a tentative smile in reply.

"You didn't tell us the gates are warded." Was all Kingsley said.

"Must of slipped my mind." Fenrir smirked as he moved straight up to the gates. He reached for the chains that encirled the bars of the gates, gave them a small pull and they fell away effortlessly. He grabbed one of the gate doors then and pulled it open, a long and loud squeak sounding at the movement. "After you." He invited in a unwelcoming, almost cruel, manner as he stepped aside to allow the wizard and the witch in first.

Neither of the Aurors made any remark on the sneered welcome and instead entered the grounds wordlessly. Fenrir followed them in shortly, holding the gate until Harry passed through as well and then simply let it go so it swung shut with a loud clang. Immediately, the werewolf brought a hand up to hold the back of Harry's neck, something the teenager noted was becoming a habit for the man. Perhaps it was the equivilant of holding hands. He couldn't even imagine Fenrir holding his hand after all, holding his neck might have been a more manly/werewolf-ie way of doing things.

A short walk through the completely over-grown front garden and they were at the manor's massive front doors. Fenrir opened the right hand one easily, gripping the handle, pulling it down and then pushing the door open. Candles on the walls and hanging from the ceilings flickered to life as they entered the house and cast an eerie light on the large entrance foyer. The walls and the floors were dulled with thick dust and the wood of the staircase directly in front of them looked dirty and weak. While the two Aurors continued straight into the house, the two werewolves came to a stop just as they crossed the threshold.

"This is depressing." Fenrir muttered as he and Harry lingered in the entrance hallway while Kingsley and Tonks went off somewhere ahead of them. "I swore to myself that I'd never come back to this place."

"It reeks of death." Harry murmured, glancing around curiously.

"The scent of death always lingers, even more so when we're standing on the spot my old man's body fell once I tore out his throat."

"You killed him?" The teenager gasped in a whisper, conscious of the fact that there were people close by who they couldn't afford to over-hear them.

"Him, my mother, and every single one of my brothers and sisters, all six of them."

"Why?"

"Seemed like a good idea at the time."

"And now?" Harry inquired, nothing but curiosity in his tone.

"Now, I see that it probably wasn't a great idea. I don't regret it though," Fenrir replied, his voice sounding like nothing more than a rumble. "They may not have deserved to die, but I wanted them dead, all of them, and that's reason enough for me."

"Will you tell me about it?"

The man glanced down at him. He didn't answer the question and instead spoke an instruction. "We're going upstairs," he said as he brought a hand up to rest on the back of Harry's neck. "That's where everything I need will be and it'll be far away enough from those two for them to not over-hear us."

They headed upstairs quietly, the only sound coming from the odd squeaky floorboard they stepped on. Upstairs was just as gloomy as the downstairs, if not more gloomy due to a distinct lack of windows. The small corridor they walked to the end of was dusty and grey, the carpet sending up little clouds each time a foot landed on it. Harry struggled to control his irrational fear created by the expectation that a ghost was going to come strolling into their path at any second. Usually he wasn't one for such foolish thoughts but the fact there had been at least one murder in the house and the general atmosphere had his imagination running riot.

When they reached the end of that short corridor they entered the door at the very end. It creaked ominously and Harry indulged in reaching out to grip onto the material of the coat Fenrir had tied around his waist. It helped in some strange way and together, the two werewolves entered what was a large bedroom. A double bed against a wall was coated in a thick layer of dust as was the floor and every surface. A dressing table in front of a filthy window was covered in little trinkets, a jewellry box, and a few photo frames; all of it was dulled with dust. It was a plain room with very little in it despite its size.

"This was my parents' room." Fenrir revealed of his own accord, releasing Harry's neck and heading over to the large wardrobe at the back of the room.

"There's not much in here." Harry noted as he headed over to the dressing table.

"My old man wasn't one to tolerate clutter."

"Have you ever missed him?" The teenager inquired gently as he reached the dressing table and picked up one of the photo frames to inspect; it held a picture of a man and woman on, what was obviously, their wedding day.

"Never." Fenrir grunted. "I've never missed any of them."

Harry didn't say anything to that. In fact, he almost acted as though he hadn't even heard his Alpha speak. All he did was carefully set the photo frame back onto the dressing table.

Neither male looked at the other as a silence took them over. It lingered for a time, as silence always tended to, but it was eventually broken. Shockingly, it wasn't Harry who broke it, but Fenrir who started to speak without a single prompt from the teenager.

"I was the forth of seven children, the second boy." He revealed, his eyes focussed on the wood of the wardrobe he stood in front of. "My parents were both purebloods and rich because of it. This manor has belonged in the Aberwyst family for several generations and when my grandparents passed on, it came to us. I remember being happy when I was a child. There were a lot of us and my mother was almost constantly up the duff, but she still managed to make the time for each of us, as did my old man. It was an average childhood, nothing particularly noteworthy about it, and when I was accepted into Hogwarts, I went there no different from any other student.

"Even at that young age, even before I had become a werewolf, I was far more confident and domineering than the rest of my Year mates. People flocked to me, wanting to be my friend. I didn't have any friends though, at least I don't consider them friends. They were followers, hangers on, people to have around because they were somewhat useful. I was a loner surrounded by people for the full five years I was at that school.

"Everything changed when I was fifteen. I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. The doctors at Saint Mungo's said that it was too far gone to be treated and there was nothing they could do. I was given a year to live at most if I didn't go through any treatment, they added a few extra years on if I did. That was when I started to hate magic." Fenrir paused then and turning a vicious glare onto Harry. "People think magic makes them invincible, they think it makes them so much better than those without it. But when push comes to shove, when it really matters, when it could save a life, it's as useless as everything else."

Another pause came Fenrir turned his head away sharply, bowing it slightly and glaring down at the ground. His left hand came up and grabbed the edge of the wardrobe door. "I didn't want to die. I was only fifteen. There was so much I wanted to see and to do. At the time, my parents didn't seem to care. They didn't offer me the option of any treatment, just seemed to take the year I was given and accept it. Looking back, they probably didn't want my final years to be filled with sickness and torture but at that time I just saw as them not caring.

"I met Isaac three months after my diagnosis. I was outside on the evening of a full moon. The sun had still been setting so it was still safe, but that didn't really matter to me. I was going to die anyway, what did I care? Isaac found me and after a bit of talking offered to turn me. This is where lycanthropsy is so superior to magic," he said, his head lifting proudly. "It destroyed the cancer completely, it did what magic couldn't, it gave me my life back. I knew that being a werewolf would be a struggle, that there'd be a stigma around me for the rest of my life, but as long as my family stuck by my side I knew that it wouldn't matter what the rest of the world thought.

"I'm sure you've already figured out that my family's reaction wasn't what I had hoped for. In an instant their love turned to hate, as did mine. As my old man spouted threats of disownment and renouncement, I snapped for the first time and in an instant, he was dead at my feet. Killing the rest of my family hadn't really been necessary, but, what can I say? I got carried away.

"After everyone was dead, I simply left. I went and found Issac and annouced that I was going to stay with him and his pack. He seemed pleased and didn't make any comment so I didn't give any explantions. I left Merick Aberwyst dead in this manor and became Fenrir Greyback and I've never regretted it, none of it."

Harry was speechless, more from the fact Fenrir had told him everything without much more than a request to prompt him. It was likely that the Alpha had never told anyone that story before, so perhaps it was something the man had needed to get off of his chest, to speak out loud at least once in his life. Or maybe he was just because their relationship had evolved to such an extent. They were lovers now, mates, partners, perhaps Fenrir felt that Harry had some sort of right to know.

"I wish I had been there with you then," Harry murmured quietly. "It sounds like it was an awfully lonely time."

Those words seemed to make Fenrir freeze and he made no reply, verbal or otherwise, to Harry's words. It only just occurred to him with that sympathetic statement what exactly he had done, what he was doing. Fenrir could easily remember a time which didn't seem too long ago when he lived his life for himself, he did what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it. And yet here he was at that moment, in a manor he didn't want to be in, making adjustments for a life he didn't want to lead, telling a story he had never wanted to tell! And why? All for the young teenager who stood on the other side of the room to him. Harry Potter, the wizarding world's darling, surely everything that Fenrir should've hated and despised. Yet he couldn't. He had never hated the boy, could never hate the boy...

"Fenrir?"

"You've ruined me." Fenrir growled, his voice both angry and defeated as his fingernails dug into the wood of the wardrobe door he was still gripping.

Harry was silent at that for a few moments, simply looking at Fenrir's back out of the corner of his eyes. Eventually, as he turned his head away and allowed his gaze to fall onto the dressing table beside him, he spoke. "Perhaps," he admitted softly. "But I don't think you really care that much, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Much to his irritation, Fenrir knew Harry was right. He didn't have to be there, he didn't have to be in the room he had killed his mother all those years ago, he didn't have to be searching through his father's old possessions. None of what he had done in those past three days had been anything he'd had to do. Nothing he had done was natural to him, it wasn't what he would've just done regardless. But he had done it all anyway, and all for the teenager who was standing only a foot away from him.

With a deep, rumbling growl, the Alpha stalked over to Harry and grabbed him roughly. The teenager didn't fight as he was yanked back and abrubtly kissed in a most brutal and babaric manner. He submitted immediately, returning the kiss as well as he could but still letting Fenrir direct it. When they parted, it was only by an inch or so. Fenrir's face remained very close and he stared Harry right in the eye.

"I'm still your Alpha."

"In everything."

Both were lying and both knew it. In truth, if Harry said so, then Fenrir would always bow to his will without question.

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End of Chapter 10.
So what do we all think of Fenrir's past? I really put some effort into thinking it through and I think it does a good job of explaining Fenrir's hatred of the wizarding world and his belief in lycanthropsy..I hope it does anyway XD
And just to let you know, this story has become longer by several more chapters as I've decided to write a whole section of story I wasn't planning to before XD So, now I imagine it'll be around the 40 chapter mark.

Just enough time left for review replies:

Werewolf Mistress
Dumbledore will be, by no means, the bad guy of this fic. He just won't make things easier and yes, you'll probably end up hating him XD

applesauce_N_soysauce
Yes, I think Dumbledore's met his match in Fenrir. The Alpha knows how to handle the old man :D

darkpyroangel06
When I read your review, all I could do was nod my head and think "you're totally getting what I'm trying to put across." Man, I love it when people get what I'm writing :D

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Don't worry about being a lurker; we all are from time to time. It just makes me super happy that I've written a chapter that's so good that it's brought you out of your lurker status :D

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I'm glad you approve of the escape from prosecution. I thought it was something people were either going to really like or completely hate XD

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Glad to hear it :)

Triden
Yay, I got ya hooked :D I quite like a good old sub!Harry and possessive!whoever story too :D

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I'm glad you liked the chapter :) And my apologies but I don't really have the time to send people e-mails about updates. Just remember that I update every other Saturday without exception :)

Until we meet again next chapter, my pretties.

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