Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

Thank you all for reviewing and thank you to those who pointed out the "wolfsbane" mistake. I agonised for ages over which spelling to use; trust me to choose the wrong one XD
Gah, I didn't finish my chapter of the fortnight! I've been so busy lately that I just couldn't get it completed on time. True, I've only got a little bit more to write but I like to be ten chapters ahead of myself. Now I'm only nine! (sobs) See, this is why having several chapters pre-written is a good idea XD (and yes, once all chapters are pre-written, I'll bump up the update time).
I shall not talk anymore for now, so on with the chapter.

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True to Snape's word, the Wolfsbane potion was ready for the first night of the full moon of December and Harry had been there to see every step of its brewing. He had seen everything before it had gone into the pot, he had seen it all go into the boiling concoction, he had watched as it was stirred, he watched as it was left to simmer, he had watched it being finished. And now, he was watching the culmunation of the entire process, as Fenrir lifted the goblet of potion to his mouth and swallowed it all in no more than two massive gulps.

The second the Alpha's mouth was empty, his face took on a grimace of disgust as he made a slight gagging sound. "What's in this; piss and sweat?" He growled as he wiped his mouth roughly with the back of his hand.

"Charming." Snape muttered sarcastically.

The professor may not have got away with that remark if not for the fact Harry was there, acting as a more than affective distraction for Fenrir. As soon as the man had spoken, the teenager had been upon him, checking him over for any immediate signs of allergy or anything else of the such. When Harry was sure that Fenrir wasn't going to suddenly drop down dead, he offered a second goblet that he had been holding in his hands the entire time.

Fenrir offered the cup a slightly wary look and Harry couldn't stop smiling in slight amusement at the suspicion. "Only water," he assured lightly. "To wash down the taste."

The Alpha leaned down so he could peer into the contents of the goblet his mate still held. From that stooped position, he pinned a hard look onto the Potions professor standing next to them. "You ain't slipped anything in this, have you?"

"I wouldn't waste the time or the poison." Snape sneered, turning his head away in distaste. "I didn't even know the boy had decided to coddle you so."

That answer obviously pleased Fenrir (despite the jab about being coddled) and he closed the distance between himself and Harry to capture the boy's lips in a lingering kiss. Just as Harry started to lean into it, though, the Alpha pulled away, taking the goblet with him as he did.

"Mean." Harry pouted lightly.

Fenrir offered a smirk before he took a gulp of water. He didn't swallow the liquid, however, and instead swished it around in his mouth several times before spitting it out on the ground. After that, he took another gulp but that time swallowed. Goblet now empty, he held it back out to Harry for the boy to take. The teenager accepted it and was gifted another quick kiss on the lips for his trouble.

"Only three nights." The Alpha murmured in a low, gruff voice, one that Snape was unlikely to over-hear. "Think you can make it again?"

"If you can, then I'm sure I'll manage." Harry answered, his light tone betraying the anxiety he felt inside; the previous full moon had been terrible, could he really do it all again?

"That's my pup." Fenrir praised gently as he leaned forward for one last kiss.

When the werewolves separated, the adult turned and left without further words. Harry remained standing where he was, watching his mate's form until it had vanished into the forest, leaving his sight. All the while, Professor Snape remained standing just off to the side, his neutral gaze settled on the anxious teenager.

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The first night and the first day of the full moon period went along much as it had the previous time; Harry had occupied himself with naps and the wireless radio (that he hadn't had a chance to listen to since the last full moon). Now it was the second night and the teenager was, admittedly, nervous. The last time, all the terrible feelings had started on the second night and he wasn't looking forward to a repeat.

However, this month, it seemed he was in luck. Because Hogwarts was playing host to some sort of special event that year, they were holding a dance that night for all the students. So, all the professors were busy supervising that and there was no one to challenge him about why he had left his rooms. He was hoping, if he was really lucky, he might even be able to get outside for a little while.

So, it was with a quiet confidence that Harry made his way out of his rooms and through the school. All the lights were on as people were still up and awake and he found that the brightness made his eyes ache behind his glasses. Being able to see clearly was all well and good but they gave him awful headaches sometimes. Because of that, he only really wore them if he was leaving his and Fenrir's rooms or if he was reading. The rest of the time the glasses would lay abandoned somewhere, forgotten only until Harry needed them again. That wasn't to say they weren't appreciated. The teenager appreciated them very much, perhaps most of all because they were from Professor Snape...

When the faint sound of music reached Harry's ears, he was immediately drawn in the direction it was coming from like a moth to a flame. He kept going until he found where the music was coming from; inside the huge hall where the students came together every day to eat. Harry had never been there before but, now hearing the music, he felt compelled to take a peek at what was inside. He carefully pressed himself against the right hand wall beside the open doorway and slowly edged his head around to discreetly look around the corner.

Doing so, the teenager's eyes lit up in delight at the sight of all the people dancing in the wonderfully decorated hall. It was like something he could've only dreamt of before, and yet there it was, swirling and twirling in front of him. He would've liked nothing more than to join them all in their dancing but he knew that wasn't possible. Not only was he not dressed properly, there was also the whole issue of who he actually was. There was very little doubt in his mind that should he enter the hall then practically everyone would stop to stare at him and he didn't want to ruin everyone's good time.

However, that didn't mean he wasn't able to enjoy himself from where he was. He had never needed a partner to dance before and he didn't need one then. So, with that in mind, he backed away a little bit so there was some space between himself and the door before he started to enjoy himself. He closed his eyes and let the music wash over him and influence the movements of his body. Twirling, turning, dipping, gesturing, prancing; he did them all whenever he felt the music told him to.

It was just as he was in the middle of a twirl that he just happened to open his eyes and caught sight of someone standing in the open doors into the hall. Harry stopped immediately and was rather surprised to find that he recognised the one who was in front of him; the blond boy from the Potions class. What had Snape said his name was?...Started with a "m"...M...Ma, Ma, Mal...Malfoy! That was it.

For a dragging moment, Harry and Malfoy simply stared at each other before, finally, it was the blond who made the first move. He gave a slight smile and a small bow. Immediately, Harry recognised the action from the dancers in the hall. Malfoy wanted him to dance? He had absolutely no problem with that! So, with a slightly amused smile, Harry gave a low, sweeping half bow/half curtsey. The blond teenager seemed to catch on to the humour as he, too, offered an amused smile as he started forward. The dark haired boy also moved forward and they met halfway. They each bowed to the other once again before they got into hold, Malfoy taking on the lead position.

Their dance was slow and couldn't be described as anything in particular (Harry knew nothing of waltzs and fox-trots after all) but it was graceful and smooth nonetheless. Their movements flowed together beautifully mostly because Harry didn't try to fight the lead. He allowed himself to be led and actually very much enjoyed being led, though he imagined it had more to do with the enjoyment of actually dancing with another person for once. As they moved, they occassionally made eye-contact, usually when Harry dared to look up from staring at his feet. At such times, the blond would offer a charming smile while the shorter youth would reply with a beaming smile. Not a single word was uttered between them.

Only when the song playing behind them stopped did the two teenagers finish their dance. It probably would've continued if not for Harry spinning away purposefully (despite the man's absence, the thought of Fenrir was never far from Harry's mind). Malfoy appeared to be rather bemused with the sudden loss of his dance partner and that amused Harry greatly. The part-werewolf gave the one opposite him a playful bow before turning and dashing away, heading in the direction he knew there was an exit to the outside world in.

The blond Malfoy didn't follow him and that was something Harry was rather glad of. He had never really met anyone his own age before and, if he was completely honest, he found them rather intimidating. Yes, he knew that sounded completely stupid because he was fine around Fenrir who was easily the most initimidating person most people were ever likely to meet, but other teenagers...He just didn't know what to make of them. From what he had seen, they always travelled around in groups no less than three, they whispered to each other in voices so low that others couldn't hear, and they stared a lot. It was unnerving. And while dancing with someone his own age was one thing, Harry wasn't sure whether he was ready to actually have a conversation with one.

When Harry finally made it outside, he was struck by the extreme temperature difference. He had failed to realise just how hot it had been inside the school until he stepped out into the mid-winter cold. It was refreshing and the light of the full moon instantly made him feel at peace and happy, but he knew he wouldn't be able to stay out there for too long with his bare feet and all. However, upon spotting the familiar form of Professor Snape not too far away, Harry suddenly didn't care if he froze by staying outside for too long and he scurried over to the man with the intention of striking up a conversation.

"Hmm, doesn't the moon light feel divine?" Harry asked by way of greeting as he successfully closed the distance and came to stand at Snape's side. When he got no verbal answer or any reply of any kind, he gave the taller male a curious look. "Aren't you dancing, Professor?"

"I have better things to do with my time." The man muttered.

"Oh yes, standing outside in the cold and snow is a much better thing to do than be in a nice, warm hall, having a good time dancing." The teenager grinned sarcastically.

"Some people have a job to do."

"You mean you're actually doing something and not just loitering around?"

"For someone with no formal education, you have a surprisingly extensive vocabulary." Snape noted.

"Issac was a very good teacher." Harry revealed with a proud smile. "He made sure to teach me as much as he possibly could. Always said that just because I didn't live under a roof, didn't mean I had an excuse to be illiterate. But anyway, don't change the subject," he chided easily. "What is it you're doing out here that's so important?"

"I'm here to dicipline any students who may be out here."

"There are students out here? Why aren't they inside enjoying the dancing?"

"They try and escape out here for more intimate encounters with members of the opposite gender." The professor answered stiffly.

"You mean sex?"

"Potter!" Snape cried, aghast.

"What?" Harry asked with genuine innocence.

Snape studied the teenager for a moment, no doubt to judge whether the innocence was, indeed, real. Upon deciding that it was, he shook his head slightly and looked away. "That werewolf has ruined you."

"Do you think so? He's always saying it's the other way around." The teenager revealed, sounding a little sad.

They lapsed into an uneasy silence then, neither really knowing what to say next. Well, that wasn't strictly true, as Harry had something he wanted to say, he was just slightly wary of saying it. Although it was a question he wanted answered, he was afraid of what that answer might turn out to be. Eventually, however, a combination of his curiosity and a desire to break the silence won and he spoke:

"Why do you always call me "Potter"?"

"Because that's your name."

"Why don't you call me Harry?" He asked, totally ignoring the answer.

"It wouldn't be proper."

"Why? Because you're kind of like my teacher?"

"Why must you know the exact reason?" Snape demanded sharply, obviously starting to lose his patience.

The tone obviously hit Harry hard as he immediately lowered his gaze and bowed his head a little. "I guess I just thought it would be nice if you called me by my first name." He said a little meekly.

The Potions Master gave no reply to that and Harry was too wary to peek up at his expression. Another uneasy silence fell over them, this one even heavier than the previous one. The teenager stared down at his bare feet, which were just poking out from underneath the hem of his robe. He hadn't meant to be a bother and he hadn't expected the fact that Snape was bothered by him to make him feel so bad. What did he care if the man found him annoying? It was a stupid question really. Harry knew why he cared...

"I guess now wouldn't be a good time to ask if you want to dance with me." Harry murmured, mostly to himself, as he turned his head to look back inside the school a little forlornly. "I might go back inside and find that blond boy Malfoy, see if he'll dance with me again."

The sudden pressure of a hand tightly gripping his upper arm had Harry immediately turning his head. Snape was now right next to him, an intense look on his face. "What have you been doing with Malfoy?" He questioned with an urgency that sounded half angry and half worried.

"We only danced." The teenager assured, the intense surprise he felt inside showing only marginally on his face and in his tone. "We didn't even say anything to each other, we only shared one dance."

"You said nothing to each other?" The man checked.

"Nothing."

Snape searched Harry's eyes then, obviously looking for a hint that the boy was lying. If he was satisfied with Harry's honesty then it didn't show on his face. His expression still hard and stern, he yanked the smaller male a bit closer so they intimately close together. Harry's heart beat a mile a minute; he had only ever been so close to Isaac and Fenrir.

"You are not to go near Draco Malfoy again, understand? You are not to speak to him, you are not to dance with him, and you are not to see him. If he walks your way, you walk in the opposite direction. You keep away from him at all cost, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Professor." Harry replied a little hesitantly, unsure as to what, exactly, prompted such an intense reaction from the usually stoic teacher.

"Your fun has ended for the night, Mr Potter. Return to your rooms immediately." Snape answered in a low and extremely serious voice.

Harry gave a small nod but couldn't quite bring himself to say anything. The head motion seemed to be enough for the professor, however, as he released his grip on the boy's arm then, allowing him to back away to a "safe" distance. A moment of nothing lingered as Harry continued to stare at the man slightly warily and Snape stared right back, his expression stern and unweilding.

Eventually, Harry's natural bravery won through. He mentally shrugged of his teacher's cold tone and harsh words and did the polite thing before he left for his rooms. He offered a slight bow, keeping his head lowered as he spoke his farewell.

"Good night Professor." Harry waited no longer after that to turn and begin to leave.

Before he could even reach the school's open doors, Harry's sensitive hearing caught the sound of three words spoken from Snape. He didn't hesitate, though he desperately wanted to, because surely he hadn't heard right. Surely he hadn't just heard Professor Snape murmur: "Good night Harry."

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The full moon was over and Harry and Fenrir were back together again, as they were meant to be. The light that managed to peek around the shut curtains in their bedroom suggested that it was probably midday, perhaps a bit later, and still the two werewolves were in bed, Fenrir laying on his back on the mattress with Harry laying on his stomach on top of him. They had already mated several times since Fenrir's return and both were utterly exhausted because of it. So, they spent the moment of idlness quietly conversing about their respective three days.

"What was it like with the Wolfsbane?" Harry murmured as he unconsciously nuzzled his cheek against his Alpha's chest hair.

"Wasn't much different from being human." Fenrir grunted, his monotone implying that he clearly wasn't impressed with the experience. "Seemed to numb the initial pain of the transformation as well."

"Did you miss its intensity?"

"A bit." The man was clearly uncomfortable discussing his feelings and opinions of the matter and so he took that moment to quickly change the subject. "How'd you pass the time?"

"I sat by the window, watching the sun and moon set and rise, counting the seconds until you'd come back." Harry said with a clear grin his his voice. A light growl from his Alpha told him that the humour was noted but not particularly appreciated. "I did the same as last time really." He answered seriously, not at all concerned by Fenrir's growl. "Oh, except on the second night. There was a party in that big hall then and I was allowed to wander around."

Fenrir gave a sound of acknowledgement then, just to prove his was listening.

"It was all so beautifully decorated and the music they had playing was wonderful." Harry continued, knowing Fenrir wouldn't really care about the things he was saying.

"You no doubt made a specticle of yourself and danced alone." The Alpha snickered slightly cruelly.

Harry gave a light huff and stuck his nose in the air. "For your information, I had a very nice dancing partner. He was very graceful and oh so charming."

"Is that so?" Fenrir grunted, not sounding impressed but not sounding particularly angry either.

"He wanted me to elope with him, I could tell," the teenager said lightly, his tone clearly teasing. "But, alas, I could never bring myself to love someone who was prettier than me."

That coaxed an amused chuckle from Fenrir. "Did you catch the name of this dancing pretty boy?"

"Oh, what was it Professor Snape called him...?" Harry murmured to himself as he tried to recall the blond boy's full name. He tried out several sounds under his breath before he struck upon one that revitilised his memory. "Draco Malfoy, that was it!"

That had Fenrir immediately on edge. He gripped one of his mate's arms to stop the smaller male from moving away and pinned a hard look on him. "You danced with a Malfoy?" He demanded angrily.

"Snape had the exact same reaction." Harry recalled with a light frown as he propt himself up a little so he could stare, unflinching of his lover's gaze. "What's wrong with this Draco Malfoy boy?"

"That boy is the son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the highest ranking Death Eaters, the sort of person we came to this bloody school to avoid."

"He's a Death Eater?" The teenager gasped in disbelief; the blond boy seemed too harmless...

"Probably not, but he no doubt passes on information to his Death Eater father."

Harry's mind boggled slightly from the new information. It had all seemed so harmless. Just a simple dance with a pretty young man who had been nothing but polite and charming. And the reality...Well, the reality was that he could've been dancing in the arms of the enemy. That one innocent dance could've led to so much danger and all because Harry hadn't really known who he was dancing with...

"You're to avoid him from now on, Pup." Fenrir ordered with a gentle firmness. "For your own sake."

"Of course, Fenrir." Harry agreed whole-heartedly, leaning down to rest his cheek on the man's chest, his eyes sad. And the blond had danced so gracefully...

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A week passed after the full moon and something occurred to Harry. Since he had already seen and learnt about as much as he could on the subject of the Wolfsbane potion, he didn't really need to see Snape do it all again for the next full moon. That meant he wouldn't see the professor every day and he'd go back to doing nothing but lounging around with Fenrir. It wasn't that that was a terrible idea because laying around and not doing much with his lover was always enjoyable. There was a part of Harry, however, that knew he would desperately miss his potions lessons and it was for that reason that he had built up the courage to ask his Alpha a potentially controversial request.

"Fenrir, would you...Mind, if I was to ask Professor Snape to teach me more about potions? You know, like, potions other than the Wolfsbane?"

The man opened only one eye and looked up at the boy who stood just beside his head. The Alpha, himself, was stretched out across the complete length of the sofa and had been in the middle of resting his eyes. "Why would you wanna learn that?" He grunted lazily, shutting his eye again soon after.

Harry shrugged and awkwardly looked off to the side despite the fact he was no longer being looked at. "I don't know, I just thought it might be interesting..."

"Then why are you asking me?" Fenrir mumbled tiredly. "If you want it that badly, you should just go ahead and do it."

"But you hate magic!" The teenager protested, suddenly feeling the need to justify his actions. "And I...I don't want to disappoint you."

Fenrir gave a heavy sigh then and reluctantly sat up. Harry backed up a pace as the man moved his massive legs over the side of the sofa so he was sitting on it properly. The teenager risked a quick glance at his mate before he looked off to the side again. Meanwhile, the Alpha kept a very steady gaze on the boy and it stayed like that even as he began to speak.

"True, I despise magic, but techiniqually, potions doesn't have to involve magic and if you just wanna learn about it then I see no harm. Of course, even if it was magic you wanted to learn about, I couldn't stop you. I sure as Hell wouldn't approve and I'd tell you as much, but I wouldn't stop you." Fenrir paused then and straightened his back so that he was at eye-level with his young mate. "You can't live the rest of your life following my example, Pup. You're not a kid anymore and you've gotta start developing your own opinions on things, even if they turn out to be opinions that I don't agree with."

"I don't want to disappoint you." Harry said again, his voice nothing more than an almost whisper, sounding meek but sincere.

"You haven't so far, and as along as you don't forget who you are then you never will." Fenrir leaned in very close then so their noses were a breath apart and barely a slither of air was between them and a kiss. "No matter what path in life you choose to follow, I'll be there beside you." He promised gruffly.

Harry gave a small, hesitant nod at that and he was gifted a brief hair-ruffle for it. He had Fenrir's permission, now all he needed was to ask Snape to teach him.

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When his knock went unanswered, Harry took the innitiative of pushing open the Potions classroom door. He found the room was empty and so he entered slowly, almost as though he was expecting Snape to come jumping out of no where and start scolding him for entering without permission. If the classroom door was going to be left unlocked, however, then the man should expect people to allow themselves in.

Harry moved down the centre of the room casually, intending to reach the door that led into Snape's living area. If the professor wasn't in his rooms then he'd have to come back later. Upon reaching the door, he knocked but didn't wait for an answer before he had twisted the door knob and allowed himself in. The teenager stepped into the rooms behind and immediately set eyes on Snape who was in the middle of walking through his living room.

"Good afternoon Professor," Harry greeted cheerfully as he closed the door behind himself. "I hope I'm not here at an inconveniant time."

"Every time you come is an inconveniant time." Snape sighed but there was no real malice in his tone.

"I won't keep you long, I just wanted to ask..."

"The world does not revolve around you, Potter." The man interrupted then, before the teenager could finish his sentence. "You will allow me to finish what I was doing before you jump on me with your selfish demands." And with that, Snape turned and headed out of the living room.

Harry gave a light huff but said nothing as he was left alone in the room. His first instinct was to smother his curiosity and remain standing where he was. However, he quickly realised that he hadn't been told that he couldn't move so he instantly seized the oppotunity to have a snoop around Snape's living room. All the time he had spent with the man over that past month and he had never got the oppotunity to find out more about him. Now, he had the perfect oppotunity to do so.

First, the teenager scanned the bookcases. There wasn't much of interest there as they were mostly academic books about Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts. He already knew the man liked potions (he taught it after all) and he had no care to find out what Defence Against the Dark Arts was. So Harry moved on and came across the very curious piece of furniture pushed back against a wall, in the furthest corner from the portrait hole and the door that led to the Potions classroom.

Whatever it was, it was very large. It also seemed somewhat familiar to Harry though he couldn't remember why. It was made completely of wood and there was a book with funny little symbols written on it that the teenager didn't recognise. They definitely weren't letters, that much was certain, although some did look like a "b" with the hole filled in black. Just below where the book rested was a bit that slightly stuck out, a bit like a table but it was too sloped and didn't have the width to be a table. The top also appeared to be hinged. Harry carefully lifted the top and revealed many slim lengths of white buttons made of something (he had no idea what sort of material it was) with smaller black buttons made of something else he didn't recognise in between some.

He carefully reached out a finger to touch one of the white buttons and was startled when it lowered under the pressure. After lifting his finger off in surprise, he lowered it back down with a little more force and was incredibly surprised when it made a sound. If he had to describe the sound in words, he would've called in a musical sounding "plonk". Touching the button beside the one that had just made the sound produced a similar noise that was slightly higher. Harry grinned as though he had just discovered a way to turn lead into gold as he began to touch every button in turn, creating sounds that increased in pitch the further along he went.

Harry quite lost himself in the task and so when a slender hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his wrist, his heart jumped in his chest and he sucked in a huge gasp. His eyes shot up to see it was, of course, Snape who now held his wrist.

"Do you mind?" The man said with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry." Harry said a little sheepishly as he allowed his hand to be moved away from the white and black buttons. "What is this thing anyway?"

"Don't you know a piano when you see one?" Snape asked snidely as he closed the lid over the keys before moving over to one of his bookcases to put a book away.

Harry's memory went back to his few years at Primary school and the mystery of why the piano seemed familiar was solved. He could just about remember the piano in the school hall that the music teacher would play in the morning when they sung their end-of-assembly hyme. "So it's for playing music on?" The teenager asked, immediately excited about that idea. "Can you play it?"

"Of course I can. What use would there be in owning a piano if I couldn't use it?"

"Oh, will you play something for me? Oh, no, better yet, will you teach me how to play it?"

"Absolutely not." Snape refused harshly.

"Why not?" Harry asked, a little offended with the tone of his teacher's voice.

"I am not a wind-up doll who performs upon the whims of others."

Harry thought that the answer was a little too defensive and he wondered if there was more behind the refusal than what was obvious. Was it possible that Snape was simply shy? Could he be embarrassed by the idea of playing in front of someone else? Perhaps he wasn't particularly confident in his skill...

Harry watched the man a little sadly for a moment before he shifted his gaze to look ahead of himself as he opened his mouth and began to sing: "I call out to you now with my tears. I don't need promises or such things, because of the precious strength that you've given me(1)."

"What in Merlin's name are you doing, boy?" Snape asked, his tone somewhere in between suprised and sneering.

"I thought, perhaps, if I shared something with you, you might be more willing to share something with me. I love music so much, and I really would love to learn anything you could teach me." The teenager explained quietly, a little cowed at being addressed as "boy".

Perhaps it was Harry's suddenly meek tone or perhaps it was the simple fact the boy had, indeed, shared his voice, but Snape appeared to actually be thinking about the possibility. For having so feverantly refused mere moments ago, he made his decision very quickly. "I expect one hundred percent commitment from you." He told the teenager sternly. "You will stick with your lessons, you will practice as much as necessary, and you will make it clear to your Alpha that this was all your idea."

"Yes, yes, of course!" Harry immediately agreed, instantly excited and uplifted by Snape's sudden change on attitude.

The man gave a long suffering sigh then. "Very well then, I will attempt to educate you on the finer points of music."

Harry's heart lifted in joy and it took all his self-control not to throw himself at his teacher in a thank-you hug. Not only was he going to learn about music it was Snape who was going to teach him! It was a wonderful turn of events and he was ecstatic with the development.

"Thank you so much, Professor!" Harry gushed enthusiastically. "I'll go tell my Alpha right now. Oh, we can have our first lesson tomorrow..." He trailed of happily as he turned and hurried back over to the door that led out into the classroom.

"Wait a moment," Snape called after him and brought the teenager to a brief half. "What was it you originally came to see me for?"

The question brought Harry's hyper thoughts to an abrupt stop as he considered his answer. Well, the obvious answer was that he had come to ask for Potions lessons but the teenager realised that, actually, he wasn't that bothered with Potions. No, with the situation now being what it was, Harry could see his motives behind his original intention. He hadn't wanted to learn about potions because he was interested in the subject, he had merely wanted to use it as an excuse to spend more time with the professor.

Some time over that past month, Snape had stopped being scary and had become someone Harry both admired and liked. In many ways, the professor was like Fenrir with all the obviously bad bits taken out (the violence, the brashness, the arrogance, the generally terrifying aura). Harry wanted Severus to be a part of his life, for that moment as a teacher but with the definite ulterior motive of their relationship becoming more in the future.

That realisation made Harry smile brightly and he turned that smile onto the professor, much to the man's surprise. "I just came down to see you, Professor." He revealed cheerfully before turning and departing the classroom, leaving behind a very startled teacher.

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(1) This is a translation of the chorus of the song "Yakusoku wa Iranai" (Promises not Necessary) which means I don't own it.

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End of Chapter 14.
Now, I know lot of people are going to be angry that I had Fenrir take the wolfsbane. However, it was a reason! It was for a very good reason! In the future, Fenrir's acceptance of the potion will have a major affect on a certain event so, yeah, please don't hate me for it XD

Review time!

Dreamfantasy69
No, Harry won't be with anyone other than Fenrir. I really can't imagine our Alpha sharing what's his, can you? XD

babygirl
I'm glad I can help you relax at such a stressful time in your life. I know university always stressed me out terribly, that's why I dropped out XD

darkpyroangel06
I trust you all read the explanation just above as to why I had Fenrir take the Wolfsbane so please don't hate me XD As for whether Fenrir and Harry will one day be together during the full moon...Well, I do have something planned on that front but it's quite a way off so I'm not saying anything more now :D

demonwings2121
I'm glad you like what's happening between Harry and Snape. Snape wasn't in my last fic except for one scene (not posted on this site) so he'll be in this one a whole lot because I adore him ^_^

kawaiiyashie
Maybe I'll kill him, just maybe XD

Werewolf Mistress
All I'll say about Severus' feelings are, think about what the first thing he saw of Harry was and the first word he said; that should give you enough of a hint to figure out just what's going on in that head of his :D

Mistress-Trill
I'm glad you enjoyed it so and thank you for the compliment ^_^ I'm also glad to hear you think Severus is in character as I worry once in a while that I've failed to keep him as such.

I'm done for another two weeks. See you all again soon, my lovelies :)

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