Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

Thank you all for the reviews for the last chapter. An overwhelming wave of hatred for Dumbledore and lots of worry over Harry and Fenrir being separated.
I won't keep you any longer and you can all see how Harry copes.

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Boredom wasn't something Harry usually suffered. Living in the wild, there was always something to do and if it was a rare moment of free time then it was appreciated too much to be found boring. Now Harry was living inside though, and he was completely alone, he was finding himself incredibly bored.

The clock in the far corner of the living room told Harry that it was a little after midnight. So it had been about six hours since he had bid farewell to Fenrir. He had to admit that the first few hours had been fun: he'd had a bath (he was quickly becoming a massive fan of baths); and he'd been able to sing whatever he wanted at the top of his voice. A bath could only be enjoyed for so long, however, and singing had eventually lost its charm.

And so the teenager found himself standing in the middle of the living room, not really knowing what to do with himself. He had considered the bookshelf but had decided that the books were probably all on the subject of magic and his eye-sight was too poor to easily read them. Having a nap had been a brief possibility but he had quickly realised that the pull of the moon wasn't going to allow him any decent sleep. After that, he had taken up his position of simply standing around. It was all he had been doing for the past ten minutes.

Harry glanced around himself for what felt like the billionth time within a minute, but that time he actually noticed something that had the potential to be entertaining; the wireless radio. He had asked Fenrir what it was the other day and the Alpha had grunted out an explanation before promptly adding that he didn't want it on. Harry had been disappointed, all the more so when he was told there were some radio stations that played music, but he had left the subject alone. Now Fenrir wasn't in the room, however, there was nothing stopping him.

He felt a certain amount of giddiness as he hurried over to the strange object, stopping in front of it and immediately bringing his hands up in anticipation of fiddling with the knobs. The teenager did hesitate a moment to see if there was anything he needed to be wary of before he started his experimenting. When there was nothing obvious, he wasted no more time and his hands made a dive for the knobs.

It took him a few attempts with a few different knobs before he found the one that turned the thing on. White noise was what greeted him initially and so he immediately started to tweak the knob which controlled the tuning (that also took him a few attempts to find).

His face was a picture of concentration as he carefully turned the knob in between his finger and thumb, stilling whenever he heard a brief flash of voices and then trying to tune them in. After a while, it occured to him that all he seemed to be finding was stations with people talking on them. He perservered though, mostly because it had been Fenrir to tell him that there was music on there, somewhere. If anyone else had been the one to tell him, he probably would've passed them off as mistaken and given up. Fenrir always knew what he was talking about though, so there had to be music on the radio somewhere.

Harry's patience was eventually rewarded when he picked up the barest hint of a tune just coming through the over-lapping layer of white noise. A spike of excitement and triumph made his heart-beat pick up and his efforts gained a new energy. It took a few minutes but eventually, he did it. The tuning was right and the music came through clearly.

The teenager's eyes lit up in delight and he sat down, on the floor, right in front of the radio. He listened intently and although it was a shame the music had no words (which meant there was nothing for him to learn to sing along to) it was still beautiful and he quickly found himself enchanted. His previous boredom became a distant memory as he remained absorbed in the music for hours.

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Hours later and the sun was just starting to rise. The radio was still on, though it was playing to itself. Curled up on the floor just in front of it was Harry, his head pillowed in his hands, fast asleep. But then, a sudden, sharp knocking sounded throughout the small living room and the teenager was abrubtly pulled from his rest. He scrambled to sit up quickly, blurry eyed and feeling rather confused. His situation soon caught up with him however. Realisation crossed his expression before he gave a long yawn and began to plod over to the protrait hole. Upon reaching it he pulled it open and wasn't in the least surprised to discover Dumbledore standing on the other side.

"Good morning, Harry." The old wizard greeted pleasantly. "Did I wake you?"

Another yawn rushed past Harry's lips and he politely turned his head away and covered his mouth with his hand. "Doesn't matter." He mumbled tiredly. "Is there anything you need, Headmaster?"

"Well, I was thinking since you have the day to yourself, you might like a tour of the school. Since you'll be here for the foreseeable future, I thought it might be best if you knew your own way around, that way you could leave your rooms whenever you wanted."

That made Harry pause and woke him up a little more. Take a tour of the school; that would be useful. But Fenrir had told him not to leave the rooms...No, wait, he had said not to leave the rooms on his own. Going with Dumbledore wouldn't be leaving on his own, but would the Alpha approve? Perhaps Fenrir had guessed that the headmaster would offer such a thing and so his words had been indirect permission...

"Oh, erm, sure." Harry agreed eventually, figuring that even if Fenrir ended up disapproving, getting to know his new surroundings could only be a good thing in the long run. "Do you, uh, want to go now?"

"No time like the present." Dumbledore smiled.

Harry returned the smile somewhat nervously and went to step through the portrait hole. However, he suddenly realised the radio was still playing and so quickly turned back to switch it off. With that done, he moved back to Dumbledore and finally made it through the portrait hole. He pulled the portrait shut behind himself, doing his best to ignore the fact the painting was moving; he had almost screamed the first time he had noticed it.

"Since we're closer to the dungeons than anywhere else, I thought we'd start down there." The headmaster told him pleasantly, as though giving the teenager a chance to give his opinion.

"Erm, that's fine, I guess." Harry agreed.

Dumbledore started to walk away then, off to the left, and Harry quickly followed on behind him. It soon became apparent to the teenager that the corridors of the school were empty of everyone except himself and the old wizard. At first he was confused by lack of people but then he remembered that Hogwarts was actually a school which meant that lessons were probably in progress at that moment.

"You've obviously discovered the delights of the radio, my dear boy." Dumbledore suddenly spoke.

"Oh, yes, I turned it on last night when I was bored. My Alpha had told me what it was basically but he hadn't allowed me to try it when he was around. He likes the quiet, you see." The boy explained.

"And you, Harry? What do you like?"

"I like the quiet too." Harry revealed. "But I also like sound, especially if it's pretty sound. Like music, or singing; I love singing. There weren't any songs on the radio last night but there was plenty of music. There was this one piece, the voice on the radio said it was called Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture. That was wonderful! They could've played it all night and I wouldn't have minded in the least."

"Where did such a love of music come from? There surely couldn't have been much for you to listen to in the wild?"

"It was my Sire, Isaac. We used to sing together to pass the time on winter nights."

"Ah, I see." Dumbledore said with a light nod before he paused, but there was something in his manner that suggested there was something else he wanted to say. Eventually, he seemed to summon the effort needed to say it. "I thought, while we have some time alone together, we might discuss your education while we walk."

A light frown of confusion creased Harry's forehead upon hearing that. "My education, Headmaster?"

"Yes, your magical education." The adult clarified. "True, you may have lived the majority of your life as a werewolf, but you are still a wizard, my boy."

"Thank you all the same, Headmaster, but I don't wish to learn about your magic."

The teenager's frown was matched by Dumbledore at that piece of information. "May I ask why? If it's your Alpha's reaction you're worried about..."

"His opinions have nothing to do with my decision."

"Then why?"

Harry came to a stop then and set a firm gaze on Dumbledore who also stopped to hear what was to be said. "All I've seen your magic do is create pain and cause suffering. Magic took away my parents, magic disrupted the happy life my Alpha and I had before, people with magic tried to hurt us both, and now people with magic are trying to control us to suit their own needs. From what I can tell, magic is something hard and ugly and I want no part with it."

"You can't allow your judgements of just a few people and a few horrible situations to colour your opinion to such an extent; not all magic and not all people who use magic are bad."

"I'm sure you're right, Headmaster, but until I meet such a person, I will continue to think that magic isn't something I want nor need." The teenager paused for a moment as he turned to look back ahead of himself. "And your word is hardly going to be the one to change my mind. You might not be using magic to harm us, but the very way you are demanding my Alpha and I live our lives is. Never before have we been away from each other for so long, and never before have I been caged away from the full moon so completely. You want me to trust you, Headmaster? You must give me a reason to."

"Harry..." Dumbledore tried, his tone obviously sad.

A twinge of guilt panged Harry's heart. He didn't like hurting people's feelings but, really, the old wizard needed to hear what he had just said. Now it was said, however, the teenager was left feeling awkward and he was having trouble fighting back an apology. It was because of that struggle with himself that he didn't speak again straight away and since Dumbledore didn't either, a heavy silence covered them. It was broken by neither of the males and instead by the sound of an opening door from somewhere not too far off and then many chattering voices; a class had obviously just been let out.

"Shall we continue?" Harry asked lightly as the tension lessened with the new noise. "Or would you prefer if we left the rest of the tour for another time?"

"No, no, let's continue." Dumbledore insisted with a slightly forced cheerfulness as he started walking, taking the lead again.

Harry watched the headmaster's back for a moment before he followed on behind, soon coming to stand beside the old man's side again. The rest of the tour of the school was admittedly somewhat awkward, the teenager's words still ringing true in each of their minds, but they spoke nothing more on the subject.

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When night fell for the second time, Harry was ready to completely disregard Fenrir's order for him to stay put unless in the company of someone else. Not only was the teenager feeling increasingly lonely, he was also desperate to feel the rays of the moon on his skin. None of the windows in any of the four rooms (living room, either bedroom, bathroom) let in any direct moon light so the part-werewolf really didn't have any relief.

So, he was going against his Alpha's orders and Dumbledore's orders; he was going to leave the walls of the school and get some time outside. Now, Harry wasn't an idiot, he knew that nothing had changed between him and Fenrir and so going near the Alpha when he was in his wolf form would be a very stupid thing to do. He was determined to get outside though. His plan was to stand just outside the school's doors for an hour or so, soak up as much moon light as possible and then retreat back inside. There would be no chance of Fenrir being so close to the school and Harry could just quickly nip back inside if there was any sign of someone coming along and scolding him.

Although Harry had only been shown around the school once before, he'd always had an excellent sense of direction and a good memory for what was around him. He may have only been shown it once and a lot of it may have been obscured by the fuzziness of his vision, but he already knew his way around Hogwarts to a satisfactory degree. And even if he didn't his instincts would've led him to the nearest exit outside anyway.

The corridors were pretty pitch black but the teenager was just about able to make out enough to prevent walking into anything or colliding with walls. He even kept one hand held against a wall just to make extra certain that he didn't bump into anything. If he was correct in his judgement of where he had travelled so far, he was on the ground floor and had another couple of corridors and a flight of stairs to move through before he got to the building's front doors.

"Mr Potter."

The sound of the voice made Harry freeze mid-step and his eyes widened slightly in recognition. For several moments, he couldn't quite get his limbs to listen to him and he remained in one place. But then a hand landed on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin. A short, startled cry left him as he swung around and pulled away quickly, staggering back several paces to put more distance in between himself and the owner of the voice.

Professor Snape. A strange man, in Harry's mind at least. He was a Death Eater who carried out orders from Voldemort and yet he was also obviously trusted by Dumbledore. The man also hadn't done anything to hurt either Harry or Fenrir, even when the Alpha attacked his Death Eater companion. And, of course, there was the fact that the man had called him "Lily" the first time he had set eyes on the teenager. Harry might've remembered nothing of his parents but he knew their names and he knew that his mother had been called Lily. He just didn't know if it was a coincidence or whether the professor had known his mother. Other than the one unknown fact, Professor Snape seemed like an average, run-of-the-mill dominant male (there was no doubt that, in wolf terms, the man would've been at least a Beta, perhaps an Alpha in the right pack). Harry supposed he really didn't have a reason to feel wary of the dark man. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was possible that Dumbledore was wrong and Snape really was an enemy.

"Hello Professor." Harry greeted politely, bowing his head and back slightly in both a gesture of greeting and as a display of submission.

"Is there a reason you're wandering around the school, alone, so late at night?" The man inquired, a hint of something hard and dangerous in his tone that made the teenager instantly put his guard up.

"Just, um, stretching my legs." He said weakly, straightening up and slowly backing away from the teacher.

"Then you may continue to do so in my company."

The demand of "why?" was on the teenager's lips but then common sense gave him the reason; to make sure he didn't leave the school walls. His plan had obviously failed, there was no point in trying any more that night.

"Erm, actually, I was just thinking about heading back to my rooms..." Harry said as he continued to back away slowly.

"Then don't let me keep you." Snape said in a monotone.

"Right." The teenager said and quickly turned to go. However, he had barely taken a step before he remembered his manners. He turned back to face the stern professor and gave a quick bow. "Good night, Professor." He wished quickly before all but running from the man, not stopping until he was back in the living room of his and Fenrir's quarters.

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It was official, Harry was slowly going insane. It was the third night of the full moon and not once had the teenager felt the silver light touch his skin. He'd never realised before just what affect the moon light had on him. Now that it had been three whole nights of no contact with it...It was like a form of torture!

And oh, how he missed Fenrir! The gruff voice, the warm presence, the growled snores, the hard eyes that gazed at him with such hiddenaffection...The Alpha's lingering scent only seemed to make things worse. All it did was emphasise the point that the man wasn't around and it was beginning to fade, especially from Harry himself. Slowly, Fenrir's scent was leaving him. If he had known he was going to feel the way he did on the third night, he wouldn't have taken a bath on the first and seconds nights. It made him feel alone, so incredibly alone.

Harry knew the majority of his bad feelings were because he was secluded away from the full moon though. He felt lethargic but restless at the same time; he felt positively weepy, like anything the least bit upsetting would reduce him to sobs; he'd lost his appetite; the beautiful music from the radio that he had previously been such a pleasure now just seemed to taunt him with its happiness. Although Harry had never felt depression before, not even when Isaac died, he was very tempted to claim it now. He felt incredibly depressed.

The teenager lay on the sofa in the living room, on his stomach, his cheek resting on a cushion, and he simply stared ahead of himself with blank eyes. It was hard to stop himself from believing that the ordeal would never end. At that moment, it seemed as though the sun would never rise and Fenrir would never come back to him. It was a foolish notion and Harry still had enough sense to remember that fact, but still, the thought kept coming to him and it kept bringing fresh tears brimming to his eyes.

Draped over the arm of the sofa, just above where Harry's head rested, was the robe that Fenrir had handed to him the evening of their separation. It was painful for the boy to admit that it smelt more like the Alpha than he, himself, did at that moment. He brought a hand up to grip the material and pulled it a little so he could bury his nose in the fabric. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent. Instead of letting out that breath though, Harry could no longer hold it in and he gave a small sob, tears escaping from his eyes.

Within mere seconds, the teenager was crying in earnest. He dragged Fenrir's robe closer to himself so he could clutch at it desperately and bury his face in its folds, sobbing into the material. His trembling body curled around it until he was a small, huddled ball, the only skin visible being that of his hands, the rest of his body being swallowed by his own robe and his face completely covered by Fenrir's. It didn't make breathing particularly easy but Harry was past caring. At that moment, suffocating didn't seem to be that bad an outcome.

Eventually, after many minutes of fitful crying, Harry drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

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When Fenrir returned to his human form on the morning after the third night, he spared himself no recovery time before he was heading back towards the school building. He realised that he had seriously underestimated just how much he would miss Harry's presence during the day. He had been the one reassuring the boy, after all, that spending the time apart would be nothing, that neither of them would barely even notice the other's absence, that it might even be good for them and they'd appeciate it. How wrong he had been. Fenrir had yearned for the presence of his young mate, had almost ached for the boy's presence. Now that there was no longer anything stopping him, the Alpha was determined to return to Harry's side and not let the boy go until the next full moon.

It was obvious he was a man with a purpose. His stride was swift, his face determined, and he failed to acknowledge anyone as he passed them (not that he would've given much of an acknowledgement to anyone even under normal circumstances). Hagrid, Dumbledore, Snape, and Filch were all completely ignored in favour of not wasting a second. The only thing that existed in Fenrir's mind at that moment was his sole pack mate who was no doubt eagerly awaiting his return.

Upon arriving to their assigned rooms and discovering the form of Harry asleep on the sofa, irritation swelled in Fenrir's chest at the evidence that, apparently, Harry wasn't as affected by their separation as the Alpha had been. However, after a second or so of considering the sight, it was obvious that, just because the boy was asleep, it didn't mean he wasn't missing his mate. Curled around Harry like a security blanket was Fenrir's robe; even in the boy's sleep, he was clutching the material to himself and his nose was buried in it so he no doubt took in Fenrir's scent every time he took a breath. But there was something that caught the man's attention even more. The skin of Harry's face was slightly pinkened and looked definitely tear-streaked. That fact added to the slightly salty scent that lingered around the teenager, it was clear that he had been crying for quite a while before he had finally fallen asleep.

It was an endearing sight, one that tugged on the heart-strings of Fenrir's human side. His wolf side, however, was more satisfied by the scent it had created; an almost perfect blend of his own and of Harry's. It was like an aphrodesiac and even if Fenrir hadn't already been planning to have his wicked way with the boy, he was certainly going to do so with that scent egging him on.

Fenrir stalked towards the sleeping form on the sofa like the preditor he was, his intense gaze never leaving the peaceful and innocent expression that graced Harry's sleeping face. Before the Alpha could even begin to reach out to stir him, the boy's eyes fluttered open of their own accord, almost as though he had sensed it was the man now standing over him. Although Harry's eyes promptly closed again after they'd been open for the briefest of seconds, he started to push himself up with one arm, the other one coming up to rub at one of his eyes.

"Mmm, Fenrir...?" The teenager managed to mumble sleepily before he was made to wake up completely rather abruptly.

Fenrir seized Harry around the waist and unceremoniously hefted him up onto his shoulder. The boy gave a startled cry at the sudden, rough treatment and he clutched onto his Alpha's arm for fear of accidently falling.

"What on Earth are you doing?" He asked, completely bemused, as he was carried across the living room, towards the bedroom.

"I haven't had any for three days, use your imagination." Fenrir answered gruffly, reaching the bedroom door. He kicked it open with far more force than was actually necessary and the door swung inwards with such speed that it bounced back off the wall adjascent to it. That simply made kicking it shut again all the easier, something the man took full advantage of, forcing the door back with his foot so it slammed shut loudly.

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A high cry of delight was keened by Harry as his prostate was nudged and the hand fisting his erection sent him toppling over the edge into orgasm. Above him, Fenrir roared as his completion swept through him, his thrusting hips ramming into the teenager's entrance with an almost violent force. Not five seconds later and the huge man only narrowly stopped himself from collapsing on top of the slight body underneath him. However, he managed to shift his weight to the side just in time, slumping onto the mattress so heavily that it made Harry almost bounce off. One of Fenrir's strong arms kept him safe though and once the Alpha was settled, the boy's exhausted body was rolled over so that he was laying on his stomach across the length of the man's chest. That was how they stayed, comfortable with each other, both breathing hard from their exertions.

A mere three hours had passed since the werewolf's return and already he had claimed his mate five times. Harry was shocked by Fenrir's stamina and could only put it down to being completely denied for the entire length of the full moon. Not that the teenager was complaining, he just thankful to have his Alpha back at his side. Though he wouldn't mind taking a rest as various parts of his body were getting over-worked and quite sore.

After several minutes of quiet (the laboured breathing of both males stopped it from being silence) it was surprisingly Fenrir who was the first to speak. "Did you miss me?"

A soft smile played on Harry's lips and he pressed a soft kiss on the closest patch of skin to him before he answered. "Yes, I missed you terribly."

Fenrir gave a pleased sounding grunt at that but said nothing.

Harry was tempted to return the question, to ask the Alpha whether he had missed the teenager as much as the teenager had missed him, but he knew better than to do that. Besides, he didn't really need to hear the words to know that he had been missed. The energetic mating was more than enough proof, as was their current position. The boy couldn't remember a time when Fenrir had initiated a cuddling position after their coupling. Usually it was Harry who shifted himself into the man's arms and he just wasn't pushed away. This time, however, Fenrir had pulled the smaller form to himself and for Harry that was a big deal.

Their recovery was peaceful and quiet, their breathing evening out to normal and leaving them feeling relaxed and sleepy. In fact, they both started to slowly drift into a slumber. Unfortunately, they were pulled from the peace by the sudden opening of the bedroom door. Both werewolves had their eyes open in a second but, upon seeing it was only Dumbledore, they allowed them to shut once more.

"Not you again. Don't you have better things to do then harrass us all the time?" Fenrir grumbled lazily as he shifted the duvet of the bed just enough so that it covered the curve of Harry's bottom.

"Not when it's about something as serious as this." The headmaster replied and did, indeed, sound incredibly serious, enough so to prompt Harry to open an eye to glance at him anyway. "I've just finished speaking to Hagrid who's just made a rather upsetting discovery in the Forbidden Forest. Every single one of Madame Maxime's Abraxans has been ruthlessly slaughtered, some half devoured and others simply ripped apart."

"Well isn't that interesting." The Alpha mumbled, sounding curiously smug.

"You killed them." It wasn't even a question, it was a straight out accusation.

"Look, werewolves do two things; kill and fuck. I couldn't do one so I did the other." Fenrir grunted nonchalantly.

"That being the case, I've decided that during the next full moon, if you wish to remain within the grounds of Hogwarts, you'll be required to drink a dose of wolfsbane potion." Dumbledore said with the utmost seriousness in his voice.

"What!" The Alpha roared furiously, shooting up into a sit immediately which in turn jostled Harry off of him, almost sending the teenager falling from the bed.

"It's the only way to ensure that everything and everyone in the school is safe from you."

"We already follow too many of your bloody rules and now this!" Fenrir continued to yell, climbing out of the bed and starting to stalk towards the old man. "You honestly expect me to just roll over and take this?"

"If you wish to stay here and thus continue to protect Harry, then you have little choice in the matter." Dumbledore told him with a cool indifference that surprised the teenager who was silently watching the interaction from the bed.

There was a very tense moment of stillness when Fenrir reached the old wizard, standing a mere breath away from the shorter man and glaring down at him poisonously. Harry watched with bated breath. If Fenrir lost control of his anger (which was a very possible scenario) then there was no telling what he might do to the Headmaster. And, no matter was it was that he did, there was no way it would be tolerated and the Alpha would be made to leave and then Harry would have to go through the trouble of escaping the school and rejoining the man.

Thankfully, Fenrir seemed to remember that moment was not the time to allow his anger to get the better of him. He gave a low, furious growl as he took a reluctant step backwards, gritting his teeth and glaring off to the side. "Get out of here before I do something you'll make me regret."

Dumbledore said nothing to that but did as he was told, no doubt because he had more sense than to push his luck in staying. While Fenrir just continued to glare off to the side, Harry watched the old wizard leave. The teenager definitely felt confused about what had just happened but he realised enough to know that whatever this Wolfsbane potion was, it wasn't anything the Alpha was happy about.

When the door had closed behind the headmaster, Harry turned to look at his mate who still stood rigidly in the same place as before. "Fenrir?" He spoke gently, carefully.

"Don't." The man growled. "Just...Make yourself scarce, Pup."

Harry, like Dumbledore, knew not to push his luck and so quickly slinked out of bed. He grabbed his robe as he passed it (it had been left on the floor the moment it had been stripped from his body) and quietly left the bedroom, carefully shutting the door completely after himself. The teenager had barely taken a step away before he heard a loud crash and a yelled curse words ring out from the room he had just left. He winced slightly at the sound and hurried over to the bathroom, going straight over to the bath when he was inside.

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End of Chapter 12
And now I bet everyone hates Dumbledore even more than before XD
For those of you awaiting some more detailed and lengthier smut, there's one in the next chapter, honest.
You know, I think my next story is actually going to be another Fenrir/Harry story. I had a dream the other night that totally inspired me and a new F/H fic is quickly developing in my mind. So, yeah, for those of you who like this pairing, and like me writing this pairing, I guess that's good news XD

Reviews, reviews, REVIEWS!

Kyouteki
As you can see, Dumbledore tried and failed. But perhaps he was simply feeling Harry out this time? Perhaps the worst is yet to come...

dolphindreamer
Wow, that's a lot of questions. Some of them will be answered in later chapters. Your first question though, about if Dumbledore knows Harry isn't a full werewolf; go back and read over Chapter 9, your answer is there.

darkpyroangel06
As you saw in this chapter, Harry tried to escape to Fenrir but it didn't quite work. And Dumbledore was up to something but, again, it didn't quite work. Will things ever work? You'll have to wait to find out XD

applesauce_N_soysauce
Dumbles didn't do anything too bad so you don't have to curse and therefore don't have to suffer the strange looks from your cat :D

reflection_of_fear
Wow, big compliment there, saying this is your favourite story. That makes me very happy to know ^_^

morganabythesea
Sex will be coming soon...In the next chapter I believe :D

momoko
As always, glad to hear it :)

elphaba
Nine reviews? Blimey XD Thank you for them all, it's good to hear when people are enjoying what you're writing :)

kawaiiyashie
Kill Dumbledore off? *ponders*

Mistress-Trill
Wow, what a wonderful thing to say ^_^ I'm glad you're enjoying everything so much :)

See you all again next time :)

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