The Lambs

Congratulations to Batz at AFF…. For pointing out that I am stupid. See, people, there as a reason I wanted to delete The Lambs, but none of you would let me.

1. Molly was a half-and-half. She wasn’t Muggle herself. She got her element from her father, but not her mother, and that was the element Bill got. Percy and Ron are human because of their human grandmother.
2. Peter – what can I say about Peter? I mentioned that Werewolves could only procreate with other werewolves didn’t I? Peter’s mother was raped by a werewolf… shit. It shall be explained later, I promise.

Really hope every one had a great Christmas.

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Chapter 11
Fight To Kill
March 23rd 1999. (Four months pregnant).

He thought it was too quiet. The silence was eerie, discontenting, and he didn’t like it at all. With a frown, he stood up and began to pace around the fire that had long ago burnt itself out. He shivered lightly, and then pulled the fur wrap he was wearing tighter around his shoulders with one hand. His free hand pressed to his stomach, stroking the small bump lightly. The feel of the hardened skin made him smile softly, but the continuing silence caused the frown to reappear. They were taking too long.

They should have been back by now.

Harry sighed, and sat back down again. With a wave of his hand a small fire began to burn, but just like the fire Harry had lit before it, it went out a moment later. He rubbed his temple harshly, glaring at the sticks of wood that refused to stay lit.

He could feel his magic thrumming through him, churning in the air around him and within his veins. He could send the magic out, like he had always done, but he couldn’t quite get it to remain outside of his body. It seemed to be tethered to him, an invisible cord drawing it back inside of him, not allowing the magic to disperse. Harry was almost certain it was the baby drawing his magic back, and if so he supposed he’d just have to forgive the child. After all, he wanted his baby to be as healthy as possible, and if his baby needed his magic then he’d have to deal with that.

On the other hand, he was bloody freezing, and his baby wouldn’t let him light a fire. Not to mention the fact that his magic had fluctuated during that fight with Bellatrix the past Valentine’s Day as well. He had been so close, his fingers squeezing her throat, his nails cutting into her flesh and making her bleed; the fire burning her again, heating him up from the inside so his very touch scorched her skin; and then it was gone. His magic was gone, and he couldn’t breathe for a second. He had let go of Bellatrix, clawing at his own throat that had suddenly seized up, and she had been on him in that one moment of weakness. The next thing he knew was waking up surrounded by his some of his pack mates, and Draco, and Fenrir.

He had been so close to beating her.

And he was still cold.

He rubbed his stomach again, whispering softly, “please cub, let daddy light a fire, ok?” He concentrated on his magic; slightly irritated at the effort he had to put into using it now when before it had come as naturally as breathing. A fire sprang up, licking at the logs and branches, and Harry held his breath as it flicked and sputtered. But it didn’t go out. He patted his stomach again, a smile flitting across his lips. “Thanks you.” He whispered to the unborn child.

He looked up, his eyes searching the tree line, looking for any sign of his returning pack. It was late, and the other children were all asleep. A handful of women guarded them, but they too were resting. Harry sighed, the only one still awake, the only male who had not been allowed to go hunting that night. A scuffling noise caused his head to snap up, and his eyes narrowed in the direction the sound had come from.

Harry was on his feet in an instant as a man hurtled through the trees and landed a foot and a half in front of him. His stared up at Harry wide eyes, and water ran from the corner of his mouth, and down onto the floor.

“He drowned,” a familiar voice drawled, “what a pity.” Harry looked up at Lucius Malfoy with wide eyes. Lucius smirked.

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March 21st 1999. Two days earlier.

“It shan’t be borne,” she said as she walked into the Throne Room. Every occupant turned their heads at the sound of their Queen’s voice. “I won’t allow it to be so.” She said again. As she passed them, the Elementals bowed at the waist, but she ignored them. Her eyes remained fixed on her husband’s face.

James sat upon his throne, his fingers steepled under his chin and he frowned at her. He shook his head lightly, silently denying her his permission; he would not hunt and kill his only child. Her lips turned down, and her eyes hardened.

She climbed onto the dais and allowed her gaze to travel over the faces in the room. These people lived to kill Werewolves, they enjoyed it, and they were bred for it. Surely they would side with her. “My people, as your Queen, I implore you to rise against the abomination my husband protects. My son, your Prince, has been stolen away by the vilest of all monsters, Greyback. Not only has our son refused to come home when offered sanctuary, but he has bonded with the monster who destroyed his life. He now carries the spawn of Fenrir Greyback, and it cannot be allowed to live. The spawn will destroy Harry. We have to act, we have to save him before it is too late.”

“It’ll kill him!” A faceless voice shouted in the crowd.

“Only if he truly doesn’t want the abortion to take place. I love my son, I know my son. He does not want to bear this creature. I know it.”

In the crowd Draco’s hands shook furiously, clamped against his mouth so he would not scream at Lily. He may be the next best thing to a brother the Prince had, but he doubted Lily would be lenient on him now that Harry wasn’t around. Lily continued to talk, to cajole, and the more she spoke the more people began to agree with her. Everyone in the room had lost someone to a Werewolf, almost everyone knew Harry and was fond of him. No one wanted Harry to continue suffering at Fenrir’s hands, but only Draco and Bill knew that Harry was safe and happy.

“They’ll kill him.” Severus whispered to Lucius as the room began to clear.

“I believe that is what she intends.” The blond aristocrat agreed softly. Draco remained by his side, trembling and silent. “She’s gone mad, I’ll wager.” He led Draco out of the room, with Severus following, and he wondered how he could possibly save Draco’s best friend.

Aside from the three of them, James had remained seated on his throne as his wife led his people from the room. He ran a hand over his face wearily and paid no attention to Sirius or Peter until they spoke.

“You can’t let her do this James!” Sirius shouted. His hands were clenched and he wanted so badly to chase after Lily and punch her. He had never wanted to hurt someone more in his life. “You know she wants to kill Harry! You know he won’t forgive any of us if we attack him. James! This is Harry! Our Harry! We have to protect him.”

Peter didn’t speak, he merely watched as a sad smile flitted over James’ face as he looked up at his oldest friend. “We will. But if I happen to cross Greyback’s path don’t think I’ll hesitate to act.”

Sirius smirked. “I’ll be right beside you, Prongs.” The other man agreed.

Peter smiled slowly. If they killed Greyback he wouldn’t have to. Someone else would no doubt kill Lupin. He’d just have to make sure Queen Lily was kept away from Harry until he got what he wanted. He was so close he could taste it; the blood in his mouth, under his nails, across his muzzle, as he tore into the throats of all of these stupid insignificant humans. He would be greater than them, more dangerous, faster, cleverer, a Werewolf.

His mother had been a fool. She had been stupid and weak, and while he didn’t deny his father was a monster, Peter admired him more because he had chosen to live. His mother had been raped and he had been the result. It was common knowledge that Werewolves could only breed with their own kind, but he supposed his mother had been extremely unlucky, or he had been lucky. Either way he existed. Sperm, human and wolf alike, could survive for three days after ejaculation, and coincidentally it only took three days to turn into a werewolf if you were infected by intercourse.

It was a curse of fate, or a miracle depending on how you looked at it, that his father’s sperm only met his mother’s ovum the moment the transformation was complete. She was a werewolf, and she was pregnant. Instead of crawling back to Hogwarts, or looking for his father, she had hid herself away for nine months, filthy and weak and starving, and she had birthed him. She lived long enough to lay him on the ground outside of Hogwarts and then she had died.

Peter had spent most of his childhood with his mother’s parents. Those horrid humans were possibly the ones who put him off of Elementals. They forever harped on about how he was ‘abnormal’ and how his father was a ‘dirty beast’ and how his mother deserved better than the both of them, despite the fact that she was a ‘filthy whore’. It used to amuse Peter to no end when he realized they thought she had run away willingly with the werewolf.

The first werewolf Peter had met just happened to be his father. Luckily for Peter the man had recognized his scent, and hadn’t killed him. But no matter how Peter begged, the man wouldn’t turn him either. He had gone back to Hogwarts, told his grandparents about the man who claimed to be his father and had admitted to raping his mother, and then laughed himself silly as the two of them tore into the forest, seeking to avenge their daughter. It was no surprise to Peter when their bodies were found broken and mutilated the following morning. He had never been happier either. Until now.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on Harry. Sweet, precious Harry, who would no doubt be too kind to kill the child, who would probably do anything to protect it. Well then Harry would just have to bite him if he wanted the brat to survive. Of course, the moment Peter turned fully he would kill Harry and the child anyway, but the little Prince didn’t need to know that. As far as he knew pregnant submissives didn’t turn on the full moon, but he certainly knew werewolves could phase at other times in the month when they wanted to. Peter firmly believed that the same could be said for those who were pregnant, but he was wrong. Harry wouldn’t turn into a wolf until the child was born, and five months was a long time to hold an Elemental prisoner.

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March 23rd 1999.

They arrived in the forest as the sun was setting. There were at least fifty of them and they easily out numbered the thirty-five members of Fenrir’s pack. Many of the Elementals had chosen to remain at Hogwarts, they had not felt comfortable attacking the pack their Prince lived with, and many had remained because they did not believe it right to murder a child, and then there were those who remained home because they had never agreed with killing Werewolves simply for being what they were but were too afraid of punishment to speak out.

Lily eyed those who had followed her. Her husband stood with Sirius and Peter a few meters away, and Lucius and Severus eyed her warily from the other direction. Draco was nowhere in sight, and naively she assumed he had remained behind, unable to face Harry’s death. He had gone with them, but the moment they had arrived in the forest he had taken off running in the direction he knew the clearing to be in.

Ginny had come along as well, despite her mothers’ protests, and was now standing surrounded by her Elemental brothers while her parents talked in hushed voices. She stared past Fred’s shoulder, hoping desperately to spot Harry first, to be the one who rescued the boy she loved.

“They will be hunting,” Peter explained loudly, knowing full well what Fenrir did on certain nights of the month after having studied him for so long. Planning for years to find Fenrir, hand Harry over, and be turned seemed to have paid off, because tonight he would become a werewolf, and Harry and Fenrir would die. “The clearing is the last place we should look. There will only be children and a handful of she-wolves there. Fenrir will have taken the dominants, and male submissives with him to hunt.”

“Even Harry?” Lucius said with a raised eyebrow.

Peter met his gaze unflinchingly, and lied. “Yes, he won’t leave his mate alone while pregnant.”

Lucius nodded his head, knowing full well that Peter was lying. He turned to meet Severus’ eyes, and they both silently agreed that the clearing was the first place they would search for.

Peter sent them off. They ran out into the trees, searching for wolves and humans to kill and hoping to rescue the prince. James and Sirius went at a more sedate pace, whispering angrily about Lily’s behaviour and Peter’s sudden rise to power. James was the King damnit, and no one was listening to him. If Harry needed saving, he would be the one to do so; he didn’t need these upstarts giving orders for him. Lucius and Severus watched them go in the wrong direction, before heading the way they had seen Draco run earlier.

“We’ll find them in time,” Severus whispered as he caught sight of the frown on Lucius’ face. The blond said nothing, but he allowed his fingers to unclench.

As the others happened upon the pack of wolves, two men immediately noticed that Harry wasn’t among them. One was Peter, who had only been following the others to avoid suspicion, and the other was a newer recruit whose father had been killed years ago, protecting the Prince from Fenrir Greyback. And here they all were again, trying to save the ungrateful brat. He ran back the way they had come, following behind Peter who was leaving as well. Peter stopped suddenly, ducking back into a thicket of trees, but the nameless man kept running, straight into Lucius Malfoy.

“Well, well,” Lucius drawled. “Did your mother never tell you to keep out of the woods at night?”

“You never know whom you might happen across,” Severus drawled as he came up behind the man. Before the other man could say or do anything, Lucius had a hand on his throat, and he squeezed. The other man coughed and sputtered as Lucius’ element left his body and entered the man’s mouth and lungs. Water dribbled back down his throat, soaking through the front of his shirt as he gargled and drowned. Soon his struggles stopped, and Lucius threw him forward, past a small patch of trees.

He landed at Harry’s feet.

“He drowned,” Lucius drawled as he entered the clearing, “what a pity.” He smirked as Harry’s eyes widened. Instinctively he knew when Severus appeared behind him, but it still was rather amusing that Harry’s mouth dropped open.

“Honestly, Potter,” Severus sniped, “still as gormless as always I see.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Close your mouth, boy.” Harry’s mouth snapped shut.

“What are you doing here?” He whispered.

“We are here to protect you,” Lucius informed him. Before he could protest, the blond continued. “No doubt since you are pregnant your magic is not working as you would wish it to. So, we are here to offer you our magic.”

Severus muttered something that Harry didn’t catch, but the teenager smiled and whispered, “thank you,” anyway.

“Peter is probably on his way to you as we speak. We should leave.” Severus said suddenly, moving to grab Harry’s arm.

The moment his hand touched Harry, he was tackled to the side. Harry looked up at the hunched over form of Blaise Zabini, who growled angrily at the Elemental who dared touch the Alpha’s mate. Lucius immediately raised his hand to defend his friend, but Seamus tackled him from behind. The two teenage werewolves snarled down at the elder men, twisting their bodies so they were in front of Harry.

“Stop it.” Harry said softly, not wanting to frighten any of the children who began appearing at the entrances to their tents, or from between clusters of trees and bushes they slept within. “Stop it,” he said again, louder this time and both of the other werewolves froze for a moment before backing away slightly. “Lucius, Severus, are you ok?”

“Fine,” Lucius answered as he brushed himself down. Severus eyed the others with narrowed eyes but kept his mouth shut. “We should go.”

“You’re leaving with them?” Seamus asked suddenly, eyes wide.

“They’ll hurt you!” Blaise added, reaching out to grab the Prince. The two had come from the clearing where the pack had been hunting. Over half of the Elementals had been killed, or bitten, and at least ten of their own pack was dead. Their Alpha had sent them back to protect Harry, along with a few others, but they had been the fastest and therefore the first to arrive.

“They’re here to help me. That’s Draco’s father, and godfather. They’re family.” Harry reasoned, trying to pull away from Blaise.

“We won’t hurt him, Zabini,” Severus said, reaching a hand out towards the Prince. He remembered the day he learnt the elder Zabini’s had been killed. His first thought had been for the only child of his deceased friends, and now to see him like this, protecting someone he thought of as family, the child of a woman he once loved, was bittersweet. “We have to hurry.”

The ground began to tremble lightly, rocks and twigs jumping high off the ground before falling back down with a crunch. Lucius looked towards the trees, and knew they were out of time. With a wave of his hand, water appeared, swirling around the two growling werewolves and trapping them within the cyclone.

“Run,” he shouted, tugging on Harry’s arm.

“I’m not allowed.” Harry shouted back, hands on his stomach, as a tree ripped out of the ground and fell towards him. Severus grabbed him, pulling him out of the way, before throwing the boy over his shoulder as he and Lucius ran as fast as they could.

Peter Pettigrew came into the clearing, followed by three other men, all of whom had their hands raised towards the children. Screams and cries echoed through the clearing as the tree that nearly crushed the Prince flew towards a cluster of young wolves. Two redheads ran out of the trees, in front of the children, and threw their hands in the air. Fred grunted as wind swept to life around him, pushing the tree back. George called on the earth to help them, and another tree shot out its branches to catch its brother, gently lowering it to the floor.

“Why are you protecting them?” One of the attacking men shouted.

“We protect Prince Harry,” they answered simultaneously. Fred blew the three of them clean off their feet. Blaise’s element was ice, and when Lucius was out of sight his own power dominated the other man’s and froze the tunnel that trapped him. With a well-placed punch to the middle of the wall, it shattered, freeing him. He quickly freed his mate, and joined in the fight. While they fought, Peter went in search of the Prince.

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Pansy Parkinson couldn’t believe how stupid she was. She had followed the others here, to fight against a pack of werewolves, to save a boy she was horridly jealous of, all to impress Draco. And Draco wasn’t even watching her. Draco, the idiot, had run away to save Harry himself, and she was left being chased by another idiot male, though this one probably wanted to eat her. She screamed as she tripped over an exposed root, and landed roughly on the ground with a cry.

Before the wolf could attack her, a mass of red fur tackled it away. When the other wolf was subdued (but not killed), brown eyes turned to her. “Bill?” She whispered in shock, and a little fear as she realized the eldest Weasley was a werewolf.

“No,” a voice answered, and she turned around to face a completely human Bill jogging towards them.

“My name is Charlie,” the man said once he had turned back from a wolf, “and you are my mate.” Pansy didn’t care how stupid she looked; she allowed her eyes to roll back into her head and she fainted. Her last thought was, ‘so much for Draco’.

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Fenrir snarled at the two men in front of him. James Potter had his hands raised, and Sirius Black let out a very convincing growl as he took a step forward. Fenrir jumped forward a step, smirking when Sirius jumped backwards. James didn’t move, he pinned the wolf with a stare and Fenrir found himself unwilling to look away. This was his mate’s father, his mate loved this man, he was pack; Fenrir didn’t want to kill him, but he sure as hell wasn’t allowing him near his mate either.

James seemed to know what Fenrir was thinking, because he lowered his hands and spoke. “I don’t want to hurt Harry. I don’t want to hurt the baby either, but I want to hurt you so badly. I won’t kill you, because I don’t want Harry upset. The child deserves both its parents, even if you are a cunt.”

Sirius looked at him in shock, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Prongs!” He shouted, “He hurt Harry!”

“I would never hurt my mate. Though the same can’t be said for either of you.”

“I told you,” James snarled. “We aren’t here to hurt Harry.”

“Lily wants to hurt Harry, not us. We came to protect him.” Sirius agreed. He looked away for a moment and his eyes widened in surprise. “Remus!” He shouted, waving his hand at the sandy-haired wolf. Remus’ eyes widened as well, and he cautiously approached them, avoiding being attacked by several people on the way. “Missed you.” Sirius drew the startled man into a hug, which Remus gladly returned.

“It is nice to see you are capable of being civil, Sirius,” he said, referring to the fact that there had been none of Fenrir’s blood spilt yet, and the fact that that hadn’t even tried. “Where is Harry?”

“I sent some of the others to protect him.” Fenrir answered.

James spoke at the same time, “Draco disappeared as soon as we arrived. He’s probably gone to find Harry too.” He rubbed his chin. “Actually, Lucius, Severus and Peter went that same direction as well.”

“Peter?” Fenrir asked with a frown. “The same Peter who arrange the hunt in December, and the one who has been sending out scouts since Harry was turned?”

“Peter Pettigrew, Harry’s uncle. Why would he send scouts out?”

Before anyone could answer, a bolt of lightening struck the ground between Fenrir and James, and both men flew backwards from the force of the impact. Lightening was a rare gift and as far as they knew only Harry was able to. They all looked over, expecting to see the Prince, but instead stood Queen Lily. Her face was smeared with blood, and her red hair flew out wildly around her head as she panted. She raised her hand again and another bolt of lightening fell from the sky.

“Why don’t you kill him James?” She screamed, ignoring the fact that everyone had stopped fighting and had turned to face her. “Why don’t you avenge Harry?”

“You’re the one trying to kill our son, and you dare shout at me?” His eyes were fixed on her hand, it hung limp against her side, but he waited for it to rise with an anxiousness he had never felt before. He had been married to her for over twenty years, and he had never known she could control lightening. She was a healer; her magic was restricted into saving other, not fighting. She shouldn’t be able to heal and control an element at the same time. And yet, there she was, raising her hand again, and throwing a bolt of pure energy straight at their son’s mate.

James didn’t even think. It was almost instinctual. As a father, his first thoughts and actions were to protect his child, and that was what he did. To protect Harry meant both physically and emotionally, and James didn’t think Harry could survive the loss of a mate when most werewolves couldn’t.

It would have hurt enormously when the lightening struck him, but since he was dead the instant it touched him he didn’t really feel it. James’ body flew into Fenrir’s and they both fell to the ground. Several people screamed, and Sirius threw his hand in Lily’s direction, fire licking at the ground and then her ankle as it wrapped around it, dragging her to the ground.

“You killed him!” People screamed.

“He jumped,” she whispered back, eyes wide. Fenrir pushed James off of him, looking at the man who had saved his life in shock. “Him!” Lily shouted, pointing at Fenrir. “He pulled James in front of him.”

“Liar!” Sirius cried. But people believe what they want to believe and as half of the group surged towards Lily, the other half turned to Fenrir, ready to avenge their King and their Prince.

Draco ran into the clearing, dragging Harry by the wrist, as Severus and Lucius followed. Eyes turned towards them, and Fenrir was at his side in an instant. “She,” the boy panted, his hand on his stomach as he tried to breath, “s-she…”

“Bellatrix,” Fenrir growled as his nostrils flared, catching the woman’s scent just before she stepped into his line of sight.

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Earlier that night.

Draco had never been more afraid in his life. Not even when Harry had turned into a werewolf, not even that time when he had tried to climb over Hogwarts’ walls despite being told not to, and fallen and broke his arm. He hadn’t been this afraid when Bellatrix had cornered him on Valentine’s Day, or when he had that dream where Lily stabbed Harry, or even when Lily ordered Harry’s death. But he was afraid now. So afraid.

He had run from the others, determined to catch Harry first and save him. He had to warn his best friend, but he wouldn’t be able to. That crazy she-wolf was in front of him again, and somehow she was avoiding his magic. A flash of red hair caught his attention and he looked towards it. He turned back in time to see a fist fly towards his face, and he heard a crunching noise before he hit the ground.

When he woke, the first thing he did was check for bite marks, when he found none he looked around for Bellatrix. She was gone, and he was probably too late to save Harry. He had never been so afraid before, but now he was terrified of failing the only friend he had ever had.

He kept running though, he refused to let the fear overwhelm him. Noises caught his attention and he ran towards them. His father was crouching on the ground, his hands running over someone’s face, and when the hands moved away Draco recognized Severus. He ran towards them, crouched beside his father and worriedly looked around for Harry.

The brunette was holding his own fairly well against Peter, who had never been the strongest of The Lambs. The Lambs of course were the elite of the Elementals; most of them didn’t fight, and had only come that day to help their Prince. As a result it was those people who were killed easily and quickly. Those with experience would live to see the next day, as was usually the case in war. The ground shook lightly, but it had not been Peter’s magic that threw the tree at Harry earlier. Nothing more dangerous than a few leaves fluttered towards the Prince, and Harry easily made them catch fire. Draco waved his hand and his wind blew the burning leaves straight into Peter’s face. Harry shot him a grateful look. Draco could see his friend was exhausted; he understood that it was hard for pregnant people to use their magic, and it must be taking a lot of effort for Harry to keep it up as long as he must have been. The boy looked close to collapse.

Draco left his family’s side and went to stand by Harry. “I’ll protect you,” he vowed and Harry smiled at him again. Lucius was beside him a moment later, pulling him away and sitting him beside Severus who was waking up. Lucius joined his son.

Between the two of them it didn’t take long to subdue Peter. They looked down on the beaten man with pity and disgust, but Peter only had eyes for Harry. “All he had to do was turn me! That’s all I wanted! But no, he turns you instead. Precious Harry Potter, the Alpha’s mate, the only one good enough to be a werewolf.” Peter spat at Harry then, a mouthful of blood and saliva and the teenager grimaced. Lucius reached forward, and the moment his hand touched Peter’s forehead he stiffened up. Icicles appeared on Peter’s nose and ears, his lips turned blue and his eyes widened as Lucius froze the man’s brain from the outside in.

“We should leave.” Severus said as he pulled Harry to his feet.

“Run and catch, run and catch,” a voice giggled, “the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch.”1 Bellatrix leant back against the trunk of a tree and grinned at them all. “Oh, well look at the choices. Which of you lost little lambs shall I eat first?” Peering meekly around the tree everyone in a while was Ginny Weasley, her red hair as fiery as Draco remembered, and her brown eyes lit up as they landed on Harry’s face.

Harry was trembling, and Draco knew the boy wouldn’t be able to use anymore magic. Ginny’s hands were already raise, fire crackling at her finger tips as she prepared herself to fight against anyone who took Harry from her. Bellatrix had her claws bared, and she snarled as she took a step forward. Without warning, Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and began running, dragging the boy after him. Lucius and Severus followed. As he ran, Lucius waved his hand at the ground. Ice spread out behind him and Bellatrix slipped, and slid into the base of a tree. Ginny had more sense, and she melted the ice in front of her as she ran, making her way through the wet grass.

“She, s-she,” Harry panted as they entered the clearing and Draco finally let him rest. His hand pressed to his stomach and Fenrir came towards him, turning him away from the body of his father just as Bellatrix ran into view.

“Bellatrix,” he growled and she snarled right back at him.

Ginny never appeared, and when Sirius looked around for Lily he found she was gone. Bellatrix stared Fenrir down, and snarled again. She looked over her shoulder and realized the Weasley girl was gone. Finally taking note of how many people were actually in the clearing, she took a step back, warily, before she ran. She’d kill Harry another time, when he was less protected, and then Fenrir would be hers.

“Well that was anti-climatic-” Harry began to say, but he trailed off when he turned around and his eyes landed on a face almost identical to his own. “Daddy?” He breathed, the word barely audible. He dropped to his knees beside the man, clutching at the front of his robes as he shook his lightly, trying to rouse him, but James didn’t wake. Sirius dragged Harry back, and the brunette turned in his godfather’s arms and cried softly.

When Fenrir crouched beside them, Sirius didn’t draw Harry away like many people thought he would have. Instead he helped push Harry into the Alpha’s lap. Fenrir held him, whispering in his ear, with one hand carding through his hair and the other on their child. And Harry continued to cry.

Everyone there, wolf and human both, watched the Prince. None of them fought.

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1 – taken from an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 2.

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