Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

I'm so glad so many people agreed that Fenrir's past did a good job of explaining his character. Of course, there were a few people who weren't completely satisfied but I was expecting that XD
Also, just a quick note; if you've asked me a question and I haven't answered, it's not because I'm just ignoring you or being lazy or something else nasty. It's simply that I can't answer your question without spoiling the story for you in some way. So, really, it's for your own enjoyment that I don't answer XD
Enough chatter, on with the story.

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After the trip of Aberwyst manor and a lengthy and energetic mating (to satisfy the need Fenrir felt to re-establish his domianance), Harry and his Alpha were ready to settle down to sleep. They arranged themselves on the bed the teenager had slept on previously (at Harry's insistence) with the older of the pair laying on his back and the younger laying on his chest. Like that, they relaxed and slowly began to drift off to sleep, lulled ever closer to unconsciousness by the warm and reassuring presence of the other. Unfortunately, they weren't allowed to get any closer to sleep than that.

The sudden sound of the bedroom door opening had Fenrir's eyes snapping open in an instant and his arms tightening around Harry while the teenager tensed on top of him. The man sat up but found he could relax again upon seeing who it was who had entered; Dumbledore. The ancient wizard was moving through the room cheerfully, heading over to the windows which were covered by drawn curtains. When the enevitable drawing back of the curtains came, Fenrir gave an angry snarl and allowed his body to drop back down into a lay again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here, old man?" He barked irritably, shutting his eyes again and relaxing his grip on Harry as the boy turned his head to press closer to his chest, trying to shield his eyes from the new light in the room.

"It's eight o'clock," Dumbledore revealed and he didn't sound the least fazed by the situation.

"But we just went to sleep, like, twenty minutes ago." Harry grumbled, his eyes staying shut, as he turned his head slightly so he wasn't talking straight into Fenrir's chest.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but while you're here you can't live a nocturnal existence." Dumbledore said, and although he did sound sympathetic, Fenrir was inclined to believe that it was a false sympathy.

"It's unnatural for werewolves to not be nocturnal." The adult werewolf growled lowly, glad that Harry was laying on top of him as it stopped him from leaping up and doing something he'd end up regretting.

"But not impossible." The headmaster said and his tone seemed to imply something.

The Alpha gave the old man a suspicious glare before giving another low growl. "You wanna get lost while we wake up properly, then?"

"I'll be just outside." Dumbledore consented, offering a slight inclination of his head before he turned and left the bedroom, closing the door behind himself.

"I'm starting to think coming here was a huge mistake." Harry mumbled tiredly into Fenrir's chest, making no move to get up despite Dumbledore's words.

"I know what you mean." Fenrir grunted as he stretched his arms out to the sides and gave a long yawn. Once he was done, he relaxed again. "Damn wizards."

"Will we have to see that big coloured man again? The one you didn't get on with?"

"It's a possibility; I doubt the Aurors are gonna leave us alone. They're too suspicious of me and too eager to keep you on a tight leash."

"Speaking of suspicious," Harry pushed himself up a little then so he could look his Alpha in the eye. "What should I call you when we're around other people? I can't call you "Fenrir" since you'll get into trouble."

"Sir." The Alpha mumbled tiredly, bringing a hand up to cover his eyes. "It ain't ideal but it'll have to do. No way in hell are you calling me Merick and there isn't really any other way to address me."

"I hope I don't slip up." The teenager murmured anxiously, his gaze falling down and to the side.

Fenrir remained silent at that for a moment beforw he brought up a hand to rest on top of Harry's head. "You won't." He assured, his gravelly voice making him sound all the more convincing.

Green eyes lifted once again to meet with the gaze of the Alpha and a small, reassured smile found its way onto Harry's lips. He leaned forward, going in with the intention of placing a sweet kiss on Fenrir's lips, but the sudden knocking at the bedroom door had him faulter. He accidently over-balanced and ended up collapsing onto the man's chest, his face smacking right into the pillow underneath Fenrir's head.

"Are you getting up, boys?" Dumbledore's insufferably cheerful (and knowing) voice came through into the room.

Harry sighed as he rolled awkwardly off Fenrir while the Alpha gave an irritated growl. "If that old geezer's still alive by the end of the day, I deserve a medal."

"Well, I can't give you a medal," Harry practically purred as he leaned over the man's face, his lips hovering a mere breath above. "But I can give you a reward that'll feel better than a medal."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, brat." Fenrir growled, his voice already turning husky.

"Who says I wouldn't be able to keep it?" The teenager murmured as he once again leaned in to initiate a kiss. And once again, he was interrupted by a knock before the distance was fully closed. He groaned quietly and lifted himself up. "All right, okay, we're getting up." He called loud enough to be heard in the other room.

Fenrir smirked as he sat up as well. As Harry went to move away from the bed, the Alpha caught his arm and pulled him back. "I'm gonna hold you to that offer, Pup." He said lowly.

Harry returned the smirk and leaned forward, finally managing to peck the kiss that had been waiting for so long. "I'm counting on it."

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A lot of muttered swearing and dragging of limbs later and Harry and Fenrir finally emerged from the bedroom, both fully dressed, Harry in his usual robe which was still far too big for him and Fenrir in one of his father's old robes which fit him amazingly well. Both the werewolves immediately noticed the form of Dumbledore sitting in an armchair, patiently waiting for them.

The old wizard offered a smile upon their entrance and stood as he addressed them: "There are some people I need to introduce you to today."

"Need to, or want to?" Fenrir muttered, knowing exactly what the headmaster was up to.

"They're people you'll both need to know while you're here." Dumbledore assured calmly.

"A matter of opinion." The Alpha said to Harry quietly.

Whether the wizard with them over-heard them or not couldn't be determined but he didn't say anything if he had heard. "Shall we be off then?" He asked, smiling cheerfully and starting forwards before either of the werewolves could give an answer.

The journey to the headmaster's office was carried out in silence, none feeling the need or possessing the desire to speak. The corridors were desserted of people, so different from when Harry and Fenrir had first arrived. It was something the teenager was glad for; being around strangers, especially a lot of them, was disconcerting when his bad eyesight meant he couldn't make out their facial expressions. The emptiness and the quiet were reassuring.

When they reached the office, Dumbledore entered first and then held the door open for the other two. Harry and Fenrir followed in slowly, ever cautious of the strange environment. The teenager's attention was immediately focussed on all the curious, moving trinkets that lined every single wall, while the Alpha concentrated on the fact that there were four other people in the room, waiting for them. He knew they were no threat but he also knew it was better to be cautious than dead so he kept his guard up, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Dumbledore moved over to the four people, three other men and one woman, and came to a stop beside the female on the end. "Harry," he began and successfully gained the teenager's attention. "These are some of the Hogwarts professors who you'll be seeing around the most."

Harry turned his attention onto the four adults again. The female of the four, she seemed the most harmless of them all, actually looking quite motherly despite her somewhat stern demenour. The largest male, the one who had taken them to see Dumbledore when they had first arrived, wasn't really that scary if you discounted just how big he actually was. The other two males though...He felt a little wary about both of them...

"This is Professor McGonagall," the headmaster continued to speak, coming to stand just beside the old woman. "She teaches Tranfiguration and is Head of Gryffindor house. And beside her is Professor Hagrid who I know you've already met; he teaches Care of Magical Creatures."

Harry gave a small, somewhat shy, nod and a tiny smile to the two. They seemed pleased by the meager pleasantry though and returned the curtesy with brighter smiles and more defined inclinations of their head. Harry's eyes barely stayed on them long enough to see, however, as almost immediately his gaze had shifted onto the two men he felt wary of. While the younger of the two smelt suspiciously familiar, Harry couldn't quite decide on what it was, exactly, that was making him wary of the the older male. Perhaps it was the strange, googly eye.

Dumbledore came to stand just in front of the younger of the suspicious men. "This is Professor Snape. He teaches Potions and is the Head of Slytherin house."

The teenager's eyes widened upon hearing that name. Snape; that Death Eater's name had been Snape! Immediately he took a few steps backwards so he was safely behind Fenrir, his hands coming up to gently grip the material of his Alpha's robe. Fenrir spared him a glance before he turned his attention to those in front.

"Are you aware that your Potions teacher runs errands for Voldemort?" He asked gruffly, a dangerous glare pinned onto Snape.

"Yes, I am." The headmaster confirmed, sounding grim but still calm. "Needless to say, he's a spy for the Light."

"He better be." Was all Fenrir growled at that.

A tense silence lingered then at the threat those words implied. Harry was still wary of straying away from the form of his Alpha but he did drop his hands and took a step forwards so he was standing beside Fenrir rather than behind him. Almost as though that was a sign of the teenager's acceptance (which it wasn't) the group of magic folk seemed to relax again as well and a cheerful smile returned to Dumbledore's face.

"Finally, Harry," the old wizard said, moving past Snape and stopping beside the strange man with the googly eye. "This is Professor Moody, a retired Auror who's joined us this year to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Good to meet you, Potter." Moody said, his voice heavy and gruff, as he surprised everyone by stepping towards the two werewolves and offering his hand for the teenager to shake.

Harry watched the hand warily for a few seconds, obviously reluctant to take it. However, eventually, he bravely took a step forward and carefully took the ex-Auror's hand. The moment their skin touched, a shiver travelled through the teenager and he hesitantly gazed up at the older male. The wizard was looking down on him with a clearly scrutinzing quality to his gaze. It only served to make Harry even more nervous and he quickly pulled his hand away again and scuttled back to his Alpha's side.

A brief silence lingered afterwards, one which was eventually broken by the overly cheerful voice of Dumbledore. "Each one of these people are here to help you, Harry, should you need it, so don't hesitate to approach any one of them, or myself."

Harry gave a small nod but said nothing.

"Very well then. I do believe classes are due to start in a few minutes so I won't keep any of you any longer. Merick, Harry, I'm sure you'll want to return to your rooms and catch up on some sleep."

It was a clear dismissal and so everyone began to slowly leave the room. Professor Snape was first, followed closely by Professor Hagrid and then Professor McGonagall. Last was Professor Moody and both Fenrir and Harry watched him carefully as he left the room. At one point, the ex-Auror's gaze flittered onto the teenager but it was for such a brief second that it hardly mattered, surely...

"Pup," Fenrir said in a lowered voice, his hard gaze not straying from the one-eyed wizard who was halfway out of the door. "Stay away from that man at all costs."

"Yes, sir." Harry murmured quietly, not needing to question. There was something about that man, something that wasn't favourable.

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A full day and a half passed by then with Fenrir and Harry being left to themselves completely. Not once did Dumbledore nor anyone else come and annoy them and the house-elves, although they popped up to bring meals and tidy the four rooms, were never seen. It made the tedious situation more bearable for the two werewolves. But as the full moon of November rapidly approached, both of the males started to feel all the more clostrophobic. So, since they hadn't been expresely told that they couldn't go outside, they decided it was high time they escaped their rooms and had a run around in the fresh air, one night before the full moon was due.

The sun had long ago set but the brightness of the almost-full moon in the cloudless sky meant it wasn't as dark as it could have been. It was with a delighted cry that Harry burst out of the front entrance doors of Hogwarts and dashed into the silvery darkness. Fenrir followed behind him at a more sedate pace, his pride stopping him from enjoying the freedom until he was sure no one but the teenager would be around to see him.

"Don't get too far ahead, Pup." The Alpha called after the boy who was getting further and further away from him.

"You got it!" Harry called back as he took a graceful spin while he was still moving forwards.

The teenager's robe flared out around him at the turn and Fenrir bit back a smirk at the thought that it was a bit like Harry was wearing a dress. The Alpha, himself, was as naked as always. It was the way he prefered to be and there was no one around to see him. All the students were in bed (if they were breaking the rules and wandering around, they deserved to cop an eye-full) and it was so dark that it was unlikely any detail would be immediately seen unless there was some intense staring going on. Not that Fenrir would blame someone staring, he was an impressive specimin of a man if he did say so himself.

Once a satisfactory distance away from the castle, Fenrir felt relaxed enough to allow himself a bit of a play with Harry. The boy was still slightly further ahead but, because he had slowed down upon the Alpha's order, the distance between them was growing ever smaller. A rare desire to be mischievous sparked in the adult and he went into his hunting stance so that his foot steps and, indeed, his very presence were harder to notice even in the open space they were in. Very carefully he stalked towards Harry, getting ever closer and the boy apparently not noticing him at all. However, when Fenrir was close enough to pounce, the boy suddenly surprised him by pouncing first, throwing himself at the larger male and sending them both tumbling backwards onto the ground.

Immediately, Harry started to laugh uncontrollably from where he sat on the man's stomach. "Oh my God, that was awesome," he managed to get out in between his cackles. "You totally thought I didn't know you were trying to sneak up." When no response came from the man beneath him, Harry controlled himself long enough to look down to see the disgruntled expression on his Alpha's face. "Aww, don't be a grouch, Fenrir," he said lightly, leaning down to nuzzle the man's cheek. "You wouldn't want me to just let you catch me, would you? That would be like letting you win."

With a rumbled growl, Fenrir suddenly flipped them over so their positions were reversed, with the Alpha on top and Harry laying on his back. The move was so unexpected that the teenager barely had time to react before he was on the bottom and his arms were quite firmly pinned above his head. He carefully lifted his gaze to meet Fenrir's and found that the man was now smirking dangerously.

"Not so cocky now, are ya?" The werewolf growled, leaning down closer so his face was mere millimetres away from Harry's, his aim to intimidate the youth.

However, his plan back-fired when Harry arched his back, pushing the length of his lithe body against the larger above him. "Uhh, Fenrir..." He whimpered, his tone implying desperate arousal but one look at his face would confirm that it was nothing more than an act to tease his Alpha.

And tease him it did. The sound went right to Fenrir's groin and another low growl escaped him as he leaned his weight onto the teenager, pinning the smaller body down with his own. "You're playing a dangerous game, Pup." He warned roughly.

"Mmm, but Fenrir," Harry moaned wantonly, an all too knowing smirk still on his face. "You feel so good; so warm and hard." The end of that sentence was almost obscured by giggles as the teenager lost his self-control.

That only made the Alpha frown, but it didn't linger for long before a smirk of pure evil crossed the man's features. "I'll give you a reason to laugh, Pup." He growled lowly. He only gave Harry enough time to look up at his words before he had released the boy's hands in favour of attacking his ribs with dancing fingers.

Harry gave a startled cry in protest at the tickles which tortured his body from Fenrir's fingers. He wriggled and squirmed like a worm with the energy of a rabbit struggling away from a preditor. No matter how much he moved, however, he never came close to escaping and was forced to endure the terrible sensations. Slowly, the teenager's energy began to wane and his struggles became even less effective them before. Eventually he could do nothing more than lay underneath his Alpha, laughing constantly and giving the odd, weak wiggle.

Upon seeing his boy tiring, Fenrir leaned down closer so that his lips were a breath away from the shell of Harry's ear. "Have you learnt your lesson?"

"Y-ye-yes!"

"And what was it?"

"D-don't...Don't...Te-t...Tease." Harry managed to laugh out, struggling with his words both because of the chuckles and because he was quite breathless.

"That's a good puppy." Fenrir's voice rumbled gently as he slowled his tickling to a stop.

Now left alone, Harry's body all but melted into the grass below. He lay there, panting heavily, chest heaving and completely boneless, his head limply resting against the grass and his cheeks rosy from the exertion. It occurred to Fenrir that the teenager looked very similar to when he did after he had enjoyed an orgasm and he felt a stirring in the pit of his stomach once again.

The Alpha closed the gap between himself and the smaller male beneath him so he could run his flat tongue over the surface of Harry's ear. That stopped the boy completely, his panting pausing so he could release a moan at the spike of pleasure that ran through him. When he arched his body up into Fenrir's the second time, he definitely wasn't teasing as he turned his head to try and capture the man's lips. The contact was allowed and the two lovers joined in a heated kiss as their bodies undulated together rhythmically.

It soon became clear that their ultimate goal of finding release was going to be delayed when the sound of on-coming footsteps was heard by both. Harry relaxed his body so he was laying flat on the ground again, breaking the kiss, a huffed sigh escaping him as he did so. Meanwhile Fenrir growled angrily as he pushed himself up to rest his weight on his elbows and turned his head to see who it was approaching. When he saw it was Dumbledore coming towards them through the darkness, it took every ounce of self control in his body not to charge the old wizard and rip out his throat.

"Lovely night for a stroll, isn't it, boys?" The headmaster asked cheerfully as he got closer.

"Yes, it is, sir." Harry replied politely as he sensed that his Alpha was in no mood for a civil conversation. "Is there something we can do for you?"

"No, no, not really, I'm only here to talk to you about the full moon; it's starts tomorrow, you know?"

"And this couldn't wait until morning because?" Fenrir growled angrily.

The smile Dumbledore gave to that question was far too knowing and the twinkle in his eyes betrayed the innocence he was attempting to portray with his words: "No reason, I just noticed you both out here and thought it was as good a time as any."

It was obvious to both Harry and Fenrir that the truth was the headmaster and known exactly what they were about to do and had chosen the time of his approach very carefully. The old man hadn't out-right refused them being together, he no doubt knew he wouldn't be able to get away with that. Instead, it appeared that he had chosen a much more sneaky, under-handed, method; interruption. Dumbledore had known that the two werewolves were well on the way to entering an intimate encounter and he had nipped it in the bud with his sudden appearance.

It was something that irked both males, but it was Fenrir who was most likely to blow up about it. Harry thought on his feet and quickly leaned up to loop his arms around his Alpha's neck before laying back down and pulling the man with him. Not only did it mean that Fenrir couldn't just jump up and pounce (which would mean he would have to actually think about what he was doing and so, in turn, realise it wasn't a good idea) but it also meant that they might make the headmaster feel uncomfortable. There was no real need for the second use, it just made things more entertaining.

Indeed, it appeared to work as Dumbledore looked a little disgruntled at the obvious display of affection between the two. "It's very important, what we need to discuss."

"I'm sure it is." Harry agreed calmly, not letting on that he was aware he was doing anything controversial.

"Do you not think it better to be sitting up and not...Distracted, in that case?"

"But I'm quite comfortable here, Headmaster, and I always concentrate better when I'm comfortable. And I'm not distracted in the least." He paused and turned his head to look up at Fenrir with a playful gaze. "Are you uncomfortable, sir?"

"Actually, I don't think I've ever been as comfortable as I am right now." Fenrir smirked, immediately catching on to what the teenager was doing.

Harry smiled up at his Alpha before he turned his head to once again look at Dumbledore. "You see, Headmaster, we're really both quite comfortable so you shouldn't worry about us not paying attention. Unless, of course, you're the one who's uncomfortable, maybe?"

Dumbledore offered a small smile. "Should I be?"

"No, not really." The teenager assured innocently.

"Then I'm not."

Harry wasn't really sure why the old wizard wasn't just coming out and admitting that he wasn't happy with the current situation. It was quite obvious, really, that it was the case and the teenager was confident that Dumbledore knew he knew. Yet still the old man pretended. It was curious and Harry didn't quite understand what the point was but he thought there was no use on calling Dumbledore on it; to do so would no doubt only cause trouble.

"So what is it you felt the need to interrupt us for?" Fenrir grunted then.

That seemed to make the headmaster feel better as he apparently relaxed a little and his smile became a little less forced. "I wanted to discuss the arrangements with the both of you." He told them cheerfully. "Naturally, you won't be allowed to remain inside the school building during the entire period, Merick." (Fenrir rolled his eyes at the use of his old name). "Even during the day you'll pose a considerable risk to those around you. Therefore, you will spend the duration of the full moon in the Forbidden Forest."

"Fine." The Alpha grunted.

"Meanwhile, Harry will remain inside the walls of the school for the entire duration."

"What!" Fenrir barked furiously, forcing the top half of his body up and pulled the teenager up with him as the boy still had his arms looped around the thick neck.

"Why?" Harry lamented loudly.

"I don't know how you arranged things when you lived in the wild together, but while you are seeking refuge in this school, you are both under my care." Dumbledore told them calmly. "I think it would be wiser to eliminate any possible risk of an accident and so that includes keeping you separated during the day."

Oh, it was weak, it was so very weak. Perhaps the poorest reason anyone had ever given for anything, but what could be said? As much as both Harry and Fenrir hated to admit it, they needed Hogwarts' protection, they needed to stay on the headmaster's good side. Although it was impossible for Harry to be turned away, Fenrir could only too easily wear out his welcome and be made to leave. That would complicate things. They both wanted to avoid complications and so, for that moment, they would relent.

"So, what do you think, boys? Do we have an agreement?" The old wizard asked kindly.

"Like we have much of a choice." Fenrir muttered, relaxing his arms again so Harry was laying on the ground rather than hanging in the air.

"Excellent. Well then, I'll leave you both to return to yourselves." Dumbledore smiled before he turned and started to walk away again.

Neither of the werewolves watched the man go but neither did they return to what they had been doing prior the discussion. Neither really felt in the mood anymore and instead decided it was better to mope and fester in anger. They had only been at Hogwarts for less than three days and already they were starting to wonder if they had made the right decision.

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After Dumbledore's revelation, the full moon came all too soon in Harry's opinion. Never before had he dreaded it, it was usually his favourite three days of each month. Not now that it meant a three day separation from Fenrir though; they had never been apart for so long. And, as he stood with his Alpha just outside the school's front doors, he voiced his fears.

"Three nights and two days; it'll be the longest we've gone without seeing each other." Harry murmured sadly. "I'm going to really miss you."

"Don't be such a sissy." Fenrir grunted as he lifted his robe up and over his head. "The time apart won't do us any harm and as long as you don't do anything stupid, you might even enjoy the time on yor own. There'll be no one to tell you to shut up when you start your annoying singing."

The teenager said nothing. He simply bowed his head as his hands came in front of himself to clasp together anxiously.

Fenrir noticed the insecure body language and felt his resolve break. He had wanted to keep their parting as impersonal as possible, partly because he didn't think a long goodbye was necessary, partly because he didn't want to dwell on the situation. However, his pup appeared to be in need of some reassurence so he supposed he would have to extend the goodbye to a degree.

So, the Alpha stepped up to the teenager and gripped his chin with his thumb and index finger. "Hey," he grunted as he successfully got Harry to look at him. "I'll be back before you know it." Leaning down, Fenrir pressed a deep and lingering kiss to the boy's lips.

Harry stood up on the tips of his toes and returned the kiss eagerly, almost desperately. He tried his best to memorise everything in that moment: the feel of Fenrir's lips; Fenrir's scent; the touch of Fenrir's fingers on his chin; the ripple of Fenrir's bicep underneath his slender fingers. All of it, he wanted to imprint all of it into his memory so he could remember when he was at his loneliest. Because he would get lonely, of that he was sure.

Slowly, they parted, Fenrir drawing back and Harry relaxing his feet. They lingered close for a moment, staring into each others' eyes before it was the Alpha who closed his and put more distance between them. The teenager continued to watch Fenrir sadly, even when the man's discarded robe was thrust into his hands and he was forced to take it.

"Don't leave the room," Fenrir ordered gruffly. "At least not on your own."

Harry didn't bother to give a confirmation to that instruction. One obviously wasn't expected as the Alpha didn't wait before he had turned and had started to walk away. In the peach of the mid-evening, Harry watched Fenrir walk away from him and, for the first time in years, he felt like crying.

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End of Chapter 11.
Boos all round for Dumbledore -.- I've written him as being such a jerk, haven't I? At least he's still in character, or at least I hope he is XD
I have this story planned up to Chapter 31 now and I still can't see just when it will end. I can't imagine it being more than 40 chapters though. I'll be seriously surprised if it's over 40 chapters.

Review replies!

Kyouteki
If you make a character like Fenrir more human (instead of just a baddie like JK wrote him) then there has to be soft moments. Everyone has their soft moments after all :)

romanticfae
I'm very glad to hear that :)

Wren Piper
Such a lovely review, thank you for it. I look at Fenrir's parents as being the very practical and traditional type. They no doubt made peace with their son dying and so to be suddenly shocked that he chose lyconthropsy (something a lot of wizards look down on), they no doubt over-reacted. If Fenrir had given them the chance, they would've calmed and come around. As it was, their initial reaction was taken as their only reaction and they died because of it.
Not sure if you really wanted to know all of that but I wrote it anyway XD

applesauce_N_soysauce
I'm glad you like the emotional situation between Harry and Fenrir. It's rather hard to keep it all as In Character as possible so I'm pleased you're enjoying it :)

Cherry Starburst
Yes, I thought I did quite a good job of keeping Fenrir in character when I made up his past. After all, he's such a violent man and I imagine the only one he'd really have a hard time killing would be Harry.

darkpyroangel06
We're on such a wave-length, we are. You totally get everything I'm writing, it's very satisfying XD

Your question: Harry's already been bitten numerous times by Isaac and was never turned, remember? There is a reason for Harry's apparent immunity to lycanthropsy but that won't be revealed for a very long time.

momoko
As with last time, glad to hear it :)

morganabythesea
As I've told another reviewer about the reaction of Fenrir's parents, I imagine them to be very practical and traditional pureblood wizarding folk. They had no doubt made peace with their son dying and so to be suddenly shocked that he chose lyconthropsy (something a lot of wizards look down on), they no doubt over-reacted. If Fenrir had given them the chance, they would've calmed and come around. As it was, their initial reaction was taken as their only reaction and they died because of it.
And I'm glad everything in this chapter was to your liking :) And I hope everything in your life turns out all right in the end.

Werewolf Mistress
That's because so many charcters just don't understand *shakes head in disappointment*. However, there will be growth in some characters, and growth is always a good thing :D

Viktoria
I'm glad you like everything so much ^_^

Ta ta for now, sweetnesses, see you all in a fortnight :)

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