Sacrifice

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Harry arched his back to create the most delicious curve between the base of his spine and his thoroughly abused rump as Fenrir thrust into him roughly, driving in all the way to the hilt in one shove. The sensation it created was intense and the teenager whimpered as his arms wobbled and his grip on the back of the sofa faultered a little.

"Is that all, puppy?" Fenrir husked gruffly, stalling his thrusting in order to concentrate on spreading himself flush against the boy's back and rasp directly into his ear. "Is that all the reward I'm getting? That pathetic little whimper?"

"All the reward?" Harry echoed breathlessly and rather indignantly. "You've got your cock up my arse, isn't that reward enough?"

"What language." The Alpha tsked mockingly as he lifted his body off of the slighter form beneath him, moving to stand up straighter, one of his massive hands gliding down the length of his mate's spine as he did. "Wonder what the world would say if they knew their saviour spoke like that." There, he punctuated his last word with a hard thrust, one that sent Harry jolting forward and shoved his knees further into the cushions of the sofa he was kneeling up on.

"I'm sure...They'd simply say...That I've been corrupted...B-by...You." Harry struggled to reply as a steady thrusting began, jolting him forward in a regular pattern and stealing his breath with each spike of pleasure it caused.

Fenrir didn't reply to that. It was possible that he hadn't even heard it as he was so involved in the pleasures of his pup's body rather than the words coming out of the boy's mouth. It was something Harry was actually rather glad of. Sometimes, if Fenrir was feeling particular sadistic, he would pleasure Harry while insisting on the teenager talking to him. It always proved for Harry to be not only a difficult task but a mortifying one as well. He hated how his voice got when he and his Alpha mated and having to actually pay attention to what he was saing meant that, in turn, he was aware of how his voice sounded. Some part of it, whether it was the boy's embarrassment, or the sight of him, or even the sound of him, satisfied Fenrir on some level though as he clearly enjoyed doing it and often brought himself to completion just as Harry was tipped over the edge. Harry supposed that, as long as his Alpha got some sort of pleasure out of it, he could allow himself to be tortured as such every so often.

The room was filled only by the sounds of their mating from then on. The slap of skin; the whimpered, jolted moans from Harry; the creaking of the sofa springs; Fenrir's rough, grunting breathing. Nothing was loud enough to make if past the walls but it definitely filled their rooms, their noises reaching to every corner.

It was just as both were nearing their climaxes that a knock came at the portrait entrance. Harry almost missed it over the sounds that surrounded him but the knock just about reached him. He forced his head to lift and to turn so his gaze was steadied on the sight of the entrance. The movement obviously wasn't to Fenrir's taste as a hand shot up to fist the teenager's hair in order to pull him back into position.

"Ugh, Fenrir," Harry moaned, his lust-fogged mind confusing the pain he felt as some sort of odd pleasure.

"Ignore it." The man growled dangerously.

A sharp stab of pleasure hit Harry then and a small spurt of precum jumped from his slit to land on the sofa beneath. "But Fenrir..." He struggled to protest as his orgasm began to stir. "If it's Dumbledore..."

Whatever it was Harry was about to say was lost as the portrait swung open to reveal Dumbledore just as both werewolves reached their peaks. Both were quite aware of the wizard's presence but too far gone to really stop what was happening. Harry felt an accute sense of embarrassment as he came, his seed shooting out of him to stain the sofa some more just as his tunnel was filled with the slick warmth of his Alpha. It was wonderful, it always was, but he couldn't lose himself in it as he ususally did because of the presence of Dumbledore. He was far too self-conscious and for once was actually glad when Fenrir collapsed onto his back as it meant his body was no doubt hidden from sight by his Alpha's.

While Harry wanted to die, Fenrir wanted to kill. True, he had an exibitionist streak in him and he liked seeing his pup embarrassed on occassion but only on his say so! Not only had Dumbledore entered their rooms without express permission, now the old coot had seen something only Fenrir could give permission to see; Harry at the height of physical pleasure. It made the Alpha's blood boil to think that someone had now seen what was his without his due consent and it was a conscious move to cover the boy with himself.

"You better have a fucking good reason for being here." Fenrir growled irritably in a manner that was both lazy and completely threatening at the same time.

"Perhaps if you had retreated to the bedroom..." Dumbledore didn't bother to finish his sentence before he turned his attention onto Harry whose head and face was just about visible over his Alpha's shoulder. "Good morning, my dear boy."

"Good morning Headmaster." Harry returned politely, reassured that it was doubtful the old wizard could see anything he wasn't supposed to from where he was standing. "Is there something we can help you with?"

"Not really, I just came here to ask if you know what day it is today, Harry."

That struck the teenager as being an incredibly odd question to ask and he took a moment to strive for a possible answer. When nothing of significance occured to him, he was forced to state the obvious. "Sunday the thirtieth of January?"

Whether that was the answer Dumbledore had been looking for was hard to tell as the only reaction he gave was to smile softly and somewhat sadly. "Do you have a lesson with Professor Snape today?"

Harry's mind boggled at the very abrupt change of conversation but he passed no comment on it and instead simply answered. "Yes, this afternoon."

"I think, considering what today is, it would be best if you allowed Professor Snape his own company."

"...You don't think I should go to my lesson?"

Dumbledore gave a small nod.

"But won't the professor be angry with me?"

"I believe he has more pressing matters at the front of his mind on this day." The headmaster said very sadly before offering a weak smile. "I'll leave you both to yourselves now." The old wizard turned then and headed back the way he had entered, the portrait closing behind him when he was out of the room.

"That was odd." Harry murmured from where he was still peering over his mate's shoulder. "I wonder what he was talking about."

"He wants you to find out." Fenrir muttered as he moved himself to the side and sat on the sofa, dragging the boy with him.

"But he told me not to disturb the professor." Harry pointed out from his new position straddling the Alpha's wide lap. "And he seemed sincere."

The man gave a grunt as he slouched back comfortably and allowed his eyes to shut. "You're not going to let that stop you though, are you?"

"If there's something bothering Professor Snape then perhaps talking about it with someone will make him feel better."

"Might make it worse."

"I suppose..." Harry agreed weakly before he looked at his Alpha earnestly. "What do you think I should do?"

"I think you should make your decision without my opinion." Fenrir murmured, sounding sleepy but no less authoritative than usual.

"But I value your opinion."

"Even though I'm against you getting to know magic folk more than you already do?" The man grunted rhetorically. "My opinion's biased by prejudice, Pup. You don't need advice from someone like that."

Harry's gaze became sad then and his gaze and head fell dejectedly. "You never look out for me anymore, not like you used to."

A strong hand came up to hold the back of his head then and that prompted Harry to lift his gaze once more to his Alpha. Fenrir was looking at him again, his expression undefinable.

"I've told you before, Pup, you're growing up and you've gotta start doing things on your own. I'll always be there for you when you need me but you have to learn how to stand on your own two feet. You wouldn't enjoy a life wrapped in cotton wool and I don't need a mate who's weak and needy." His hand trailed around Harry's head then, coming to cup one of the young pale cheeks. "You want to grow into a man who I'm proud to call mine, don't you?"

"Of course." Harry mumbled as he leaned into his lover's touch.

"Then do what you think's for the best."

The teenager took a moment before he gave a very small nod. Fenrir offered him the barest hint of a smile (it was really more of a smirk) before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the boy's. Harry immediately melted into the kiss and no more was said on the subject.

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Harry watched with wide eyes as students poured out of the Potions classroom, all visibly ruffled and one girl even crying as she was guided along by a friend. He knew that Severus wasn't a popular teacher and that he could he harsh on his students but never had he seen anyone actually reduced to tears before. Whatever it was bothering the man was obviously enough to make his usually foul mood positively venomous.

When the wave of upset students had passed and the corridor was once again empty of all except himself, Harry slowly moved out from the alcove he had been watching everything from (although it wasn't unusual for him to be seen moving through the school, the students still found his very presence an immediate source of interest and Harry didn't want to encourage conversation by being blatantly out in the open). He quickly scurried over to the classroom door and pressed his ear against the cool wood in an attempt to hear any movement from the room behind. There was nothing but silence however. The thought of knocking was quickly dismissed from the teenager's mind; he didn't want to be turned away before he had a chance to find out what was going on. So he simply allowed himself in, slowly pushed the door open a little and peering around its edge cautiously.

The classroom was empty.

Harry frowned lightly at the sight of the vacant room as he stepped across the threshold and carefully guided the door shut behind him. Where was Severus? Of course, it didn't take long for the teenager to remember that the door at the front of the classroom led into the man's personal rooms and from there common sense suggested that he had retreated to their privacy. No time was wasted before Harry was moving down the centre of the room, straight towards the door at the far end. Once again, he neglected to knock upon reaching it and just let himself in.

This time he did find Snape but it was in a suprising state. The was sat on his sofa, back hunched and head bowed, his elbows resting on his knees and something held in between his hands. It was the perfect picture of depression and Harry felt his heart constrict. He hadn't imagined his teacher would look so completely sad.

"Professor?" The teenager said quietly as he slowly made his way through the room, towards the man.

No acknowledgement was given by Severus, neither for the fact Harry spoke nor even the fact that he was approaching. He wasn't even scolded for coming in without knocking first!

The teenager came to a stop beside where his teacher was sitting and took a moment to simply look down at him sadly. Then, he got down into a kneel and tried to angle himself so he might see Severus' face. The sharp features were completely hidden by his lank hair however and no matter how many times Harry tried to shift his position, no light reached the face.

"What's wrong, Professor? Won't you please tell me?" Harry pleaded gently, leaning in closer but not once touching the man.

Still only silence and stillness.

Harry frowned lightly at the unresponsive man and tried to move into a position to see his face again. However, in doing so, he caught a better look at what Severus held in his hands; a picture frame. In the picture frame was one of those moving pictures that the teenager had seen dotted around the school on occassion. He almost instantly dismissed it until he really noticed what the picture was of. Two youths, they had to be teenagers, one male and one female. They obviously knew each other and were quite close, having a good time and laughing over something. There was something about the boy in the picture that Harry thought familiar and his mind quickly supplied the reason why.

"Is that you?" He asked with a wonderous curiosity and finally got a reply; a silent nod. It was so strange to see an adult as a teenager. "How old are you in this? You don't look much older than I am at the moment."

When Severus still gave no answer, Harry decided that, perhaps, it was time to stop talking. There was definitely something bothering the man who was obviously melhoncoly about something. The teenager continued to sadly gaze at him for a moment or so longer before returning his attention to the picture. At first Harry couldn't figure out what it was about the picture that was making Severus so sad, because it had to be the photo that was at least making things worse. Then, it struck him, that perhaps it had something to do with the other person in the picture...

"This girl standing with you, she was a friend of yours?"

Another single nod in reply.

"What was her name?"

"Lily."

Harry felt a slight chill ice his blood at that piece of information. It was that name again, Lily. The name Severus had used the very first time he had seen Harry, the name of Harry's mother. It was all the same person, it had to be. So the professor and his mother had been friends. So, obviously, the man was missing her. But why at that moment, that day, in particular? As Harry thought back to the visit from Dumbledore earlier that day, he remembered being asked if he knew what day it was. The thirtieth of January...

"...Was today her birthday?" Harry asked very gently, his common sense suggesting that was the cause for his professor's depressed mood.

No words needed to be spoken for the teenager to know he was correct. Severus bowed his head and shoulders as he allowed the photo frame to drop from his hands. As it hit the floor with a light thump, the man brought his right hand up to cover his eyes. If there were tears falling, they were hidden by the hand and there was no movement from the rest of his body that would suggest he was crying. Severus' entire being screamed despair though and Harry felt terrible for both Severus and himself. Severus, because he was obviously suffering from such terrible heartache. Himself, because he felt so incredibly guilty that he didn't, couldn't, feel that same sadness.

For a few horrible minutes, Harry felt helpless to do anything. Everything he had said up to that point had either done no good at all or had only made things worse. That, in turn, only made him feel worse. Then he'd feel guilty for feeling bad when this was Severus' pain which made him feel all the more worse. It was a vicious cycle and he couldn't see a way out of it unless he just turned around and left again. But that would be so awfully selfish and he hated the idea of leaving his professor alone when the man was in such a state. But what could he do? He wanted to, had to, do something, but what...?

When inspiration knocked, the teenager almost refused to acknowledge the idea. What he was thinking, it was too far, even in circumstances such as his at that moment. But it was tempting, it was really tempting, and it seemed so perfect. It would make them both feel better, if it worked that was. It was a radical idea after all and there was a very real chance of Severus rejecting him.

It didn't matter. Harry decided right there and then that when it came to Severus' well-being there was almost nothing he wouldn't do. And so he would risk it. Even if Severus objected, at least Harry could say that he had tried. The teenager didn't even say anything before he moved, he simply stood from where he was kneeling and stopped right in front of Severus. Conveniently, the man looked up slightly, no doubt to see exactly what Harry was doing. It was just what the boy needed to carry out his plan; to sit on the man's lap and offer a cuddle of comfort.

Severus' eyes snapped open completely as the teenager straddled his lap and proceeded to make himself comfortable. He was otherwise frozen, however, so he couldn't quite bring himself to ask what Harry thought he was doing or to shove the boy off of him.

When Harry felt he was comfortably seated, he angled his body just right so that he could look at his professor's face without having the man lift his head in the slightest. Even as their gazes met, Severus was still too shocked to move or even really protest. Inwardly ecstatic that he hadn't been rudely shoved off of the man's lap, Harry offered an encouraging and sympathetic smile before his eyes fluttered shut just as he leaned forward and pressed a soft, innocent kiss to the sharp lips that often had nothing nice to say about anything. The kiss lasted a bare moment but the touch seemed to scorch Severus' skin. Before he could properly react, Harry had pulled away again.

"You can cry if you want, Severus." The boy said in a soft whisper, using the man's first name out loud for the first time ever. "I won't tell anyone."

Almost as though he needed that permission, Severus felt more tears swell to the surface and, just as he had when he was alone, he allowed them freedom. He would be damned if he allowed his student to see him cry, however, even if it was the boy who had encouraged the showing of those tears. So, he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist completely and yanked the boy to his chest, holding him there firmly, burying his own head in the smooth paleness of the slope of the neck.

As Harry felt a spot of wetness land on his shoulder, he brought his hands up to run through Severus' hair. He could only hope that he was helping rather than making everything worse.

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"He didn't tell you to get lost then."

Harry glanced over to the sofa where his Alpha's voice had come from to see that the man hadn't really moved position since he had left to visit Snape. Fenrir was apparently asleep, his eyes shut and his posture relaxed, but the fact that he had spoken meant that he was obviously conscious.

"No, he didn't tell me to get lost." Harry confirmed as he moved further into the room, lifting up his robe and pulling it up and over his head to leave him completely naked.

One of Fenrir's eyes opened for the briefest of moments before it shut again and he shifted his position as little. "You reek of him." He grunted, his neutral tone covering the irritation that was starting to swirl in his mind.

"He was sad and needed a cuddle. I'll go shower if it bothers you that much." The teenager offered as he went to change direction with the intention of heading to the bathroom.

"Pup."

The Alpha's voice had Harry stopping immediately and he turned to look at the man. Fenrir was now half sitting up and had lifted a hand so he could make a stiff beckoning gesture with one of his fingers. Harry obediently started towards his elder, intending to come to a stand just beside him. However, upon reaching the sofa, his right wrist was roughly seized and he was yanked down harshly. A small noise of surprise left the boy as he was pulled off balance, a noise which turned into a grunt when he heavily touched down on his Alpha's hard chest. He lifted his head slightly so that his gaze met with the adult's and he was surprised by the guarded suspicion he saw in them.

"Fenrir?"

"What is he to you?" The Alpha demanded harshly.

"The professor?" Harry asked, rather surprised by the sudden turn of events. "I like to think of him as a friend."

"That better be all." Fenrir growled as he took a firm grip of the teenager's chin and used that hold to pull him closer. "Don't forget who you belong to."

Harry fought against the amused smile that threatened to spread across his lips. Fenrir being jealous over aboslutely nothing was ridiculously entertaining. To help prevent the smile, the boy leaned forward and pressed his lips to the man's in a lingering kiss. When they separated, he butted his nose with the larger one and offered a reassuring smile.

"I love you." He murmured easily.

That simple declaration seemed to stun Fenrir into stillness, despite the fact it was nothing Harry hadn't said before.

The teenager's smile turned into one of amusement finally and he peck one last kiss to Fenrir's lips before he rolled off of the man and stood from the sofa. "I'll just go take that shower now." He said and went into the bathroom, leaving a stunned Fenrir behind him.

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The days passed by and Harry had found that his life had taken on a pleasant, peaceful pattern. At sunrise he and Fenrir would eat breakfast together (sometimes there was mating then, other times none) and then they would sleep until around mid-morning. The next few hours after that would be spent relaxing until their lunch time at which point they would eat again. That was when they went their separate ways for a little while. Fenrir sometimes went outside during that time, but Harry always went to see Professor Snape either for a music lesson or just to spend some time with the man in between his classes. The Alpha and his mate would then come back together in the evening, eat dinner, have a nap, wake up at sun-set and then spend the night outside, playing together, mating some more, or simply just relaxing.

It was a nice life, Harry thought to himself as he moved through the corridors of Hogwarts, on his way to his music lesson with Severus. The knowledge that Fenrir probably didn't enjoy it as much as he did made the teenager feel rather guilty but then he would always remind himself that if his Alpha was really unhappy then he would make them leave. That always helped aleviate the guilt to a degree.

It was such a calm and peaceful life, in fact, that Harry sometimes found himself forgetting that he and Fenrir were only at Hogwarts because he, himself, was in danger. That moment was one of those where he forgot that fact, but it came rushing back to him when he spotted the blond boy, Draco Malfoy, up ahead.

He couldn't see what danger the slightly taller teenager could possibly be to him. After all, it was pretty obvious that, in wolf terms, Harry was way higher up the dominace chain than the blond was. The blond would be way down the submissive end, not really an Omega but definitely someone who could be bossed around easily. Fenrir had often told Harry that he was definite Beta material (something that made the teenager insanely proud) so surely there was nothing to fear from this blond? But with warning from both his Alpha and Snape, it made him wary and he knew he was supposed to avoid the Malfoy. When said Malfoy was obviously determined to talk to him, however, things were complicated.

"Hello again." The blond greeted him with a charming smile as he managed to catch up to the dark haired werewolf. "You know, I've seen you so many times before and we've even danced together, but we still haven't been properly introduced. You're Harry Potter, aren't you? My name's..."

"Draco Malfoy." Harry said for him, glancing at him for a moment before looking away again quickly. "I know who you are."

"You do?" Malfoy sounded pleasantly surprised at that bit of information and he took another step towards the half werewolf.

"Professor Snape told me." The slighter boy revealed, unconsciously taking steps backwards to match those of the blond towards him. "He and my Alpha told me all about you, and you're father." He revealed, carefully lifting his eyes to look at the other teenager again.

"My father?" Malfoy echoed, his tone confused.

Before their conversation could go on any further, a call interrupted them. "Malfoy!"

Both teenagers turned to look at the approaching form of Professor Moody. Harry had quite successfully avoided the strange man's company, just as Fenrir had instructed him to. It seemed unlikely he was going to be able to avoid the on-coming meeting however, only the second meeting he would ever had with the DADA professor.

When Moody reached them, his flittering gaze hit Harry before flickering onto the blond. "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now, Malfoy?" He asked gruffly.

"I was just on my way." The blond teenager revealed, his tone taking on a superior sneer that surprised Harry slightly; it was so different from how the boy had been speaking before.

"Then away with you."

Malfoy seemed reluctant and shot Harry an almost regretful look before he obediently carried on the way he had been going previously. Harry was torn between relief and despair that his company had left him. Sure, he had been warned about Draco Malfoy but he had also been warned about Professor Moody and he, too, felt there was something off with the peculiar man.

"And what are you doing wandering around the school in the middle of the day, Potter?" Moody asked him gruffly.

"I was, uh, just on my way to see someone." Harry answered evasively as he began to try and discreetly inch himself away from the man.

"Oh, and who's that? Dumbledore?"

"Um, sure, why not."

"You don't sound too sure of that."

Well of course he wasn't because it was a lie. Why was he lying? Harry was, quite honestly, not at all sure. It had just seemed to be the best thing to do at the moment he opened his mouth. All he was really focussed on was getting away and finding either Fenrir or Severus as soon as possible. That wasn't easy, however, when Moody seemed to be aware of his intentions and was matching his movements in order to take away any chance he had to escape.

"What does it matter to you?" Harry asked defensively, edging closer to the closest wall in an attempt to side-step the man. "We barely know each other."

"I don't need to know you, to know how important you are."

The way in which that sentence was spoken immediately put Harry on edge and he eyed the adult in front of him with an extremely wary gaze. Moody's words had sounded more malicious than anything. They were supposed to be on the same side, weren't they? Yet those words and the creepy way in which they had been spoken, it made Harry doubt the strange man even more. As the teenager pressed himself a little further back against the wall behind him, he wondered just how safe he was in only the man's company.

"Is there a problem here, Professor Moody?"

Harry could have melted upon hearing the wonderfully familiar voice of Severus then. Indeed, a quick glance behind Moody proved that his teacher was standing not a few feet away. Knowing that there was nothing the DADA professor could do to him with Severus present, the teenager quickly dashed away from him as quickly as possible and scurried to the safety of Snape. The second he was close enough, Harry grabbed onto Severus' hand and immediately hid behind him, cautiously peeking around him to Moody but making sure to shield himself from sight as much as possible.

If his behaviour bothered or confused the Potions professor, no comment was made on it. All Severus did was raise an eyebrow in Moody's direction. The ex-Auror gave a disgruntled sounding huff but said nothing as he turned and began to hobble away. Both dark haired males watched him until he vanished around a corner, out of their sight and out of their lives, at least for that moment.

When they were alone, Severus looked down and behind slightly to the teenager who was still gripping his hand but was now staring at the ground. "Harry...?"

"There's something about that man," the boy murmured, his hold around the slender hand tightening slightly. "I don't know what it is exactly, but I don't trust him. I know it makes me sound paranoid..."

"You can't help feeling how you do." Severus reassured him with a gentle kindness.

Harry glanced up at the man in surprise. He'd never had someone use such a soothing tone with him before. Isaac had never had the oppotunity and Fenrir wasn't the type to use such a voice. The teenager felt a light blush colour his cheeks as he gave into the strong desire to hug his teacher, his arms wrapping around the slim waist and his face burying itself into the hard chest. One hand settled on his shoulder while another rested on his hip.

"It's all right." Severus continued to reassure, still sounding so beautifully kind and caring and Harry instantly believed those words.

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When a series of knocks rang through their rooms, Fenrir was determined to ignore them. He was floating on a cloud of post-coital bliss, a cloud he was sharing with a dozing Harry and he was reluctant to disrupt that state. However, when the knocking continued long after the Alpha's patience was gone, Fenrir found he had no choice but to answer it if only to yell at whoever it was. So, it was completely naked, reeking of sex and stained with both his and his mate's seed that he went to confront their visitor, yanking open the portrait with a lot more force than was really necessary.

He found that, on the plus side, it wasn't Dumbledore standing on the other side. Instead, it was Snape. In some ways that was better, in other ways it was a lot worse.

Fenrir couldn't deny (to himself at least) that the professor's developing relationship with Harry unnerved him. He was aware of his faults, he was aware that Harry could do much better than him and, although Snape wasn't what could be described as attractive, Harry had never been one to care about physical appearences. No, what Harry valued was emotions and how those emotions were displayed and Fenrir knew for a fact that Snape had to be more emotionally open then he, himself, was; almost everyone was after all. And the fact that it was becoming a frequent occurrance that the pup would return from his lessons reeking of the Potions Master led him to believe that the relationship between the two was becoming increasingly physical. He was pretty positive there was nothing romantic and/or sexual about the feelings however. If there were, he wouldn't hesitate to give Harry a reminder of who he belonged to and teach Snape a lesson or two in keeping his hands to himself.

"You keep me waiting and when you do finally open the door, you look like that." The wizard said snidely, clearly unimpressed with Fenrir's state. "I don't know why the headmaster continues to allow you to stay here."

Fenrir offered the smaller man a withering look that was too tired to be intimidating but nonetheless conveyed his displeasure. "The pup's napping, come back later." He grunted and immediately went to push the portrait shut again.

Severus acted quickly and put a foot out to stop the entrance from being closed again. It earned him another vicious look from the Alpha but he did well to ignore it. "I'm not here to see Harry, I'm here to see you."

"What for?"

"Moody."

"The ex-Auror with the mad eye? So someone else has finally noticed it as well." Fenrir muttered as he shifted to lean casually against the portrait frame. "There's something wrong with him; his scent's too mixed to be natural."

"He holds an un-natural interest in Harry." Snape revealed with a deathly seriousness.

"I've already told the pup to stay away from him."

"From what I saw this afternoon, he had no chance to escape and looked rather relieved to see me."

The frown on Fenrir's face deepened and although he glared at Snape it wasn't because he was angry with the man. "What do you think would've happened if you hadn't been there?"

"I can't be sure."

"What does the old coot say about it?"

"I haven't discussed it with him yet." Severus revealed, assuming the werewolf meant Dumbledore. "If it's any consolation, there isn't much that happens in Hogwarts that the headmaster doesn't know about."

"He can't know about everything." Fenrir growled darkly.

"True." The professor admitted. "I just thought I would make you aware of the situation so that you may react accordingly."

The Alpha gave a stiff nod. "That all then?"

"That's all."

"I'll tell the pup you stopped by then, I'm sure he'll be glad to hear." Fenrir muttered before he gave Severus an analysing look. "You better not make me regret trusting you with him."

"I would do anything for him." The professor said with complete sincerity.

"Good." The werewolf grunted before he unceremoniously shut the portrait in the other man's face, bringing their conversation to an abrupt end.

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End of Chapter 15.
Hopefully, that's cleared up a lot of questions that you all seem to have, both about the story itself and the relationship between Harry and Severus. If not...Well, I'll just have to explain it and accept that I failed as an author XD

Review replies! ( Not as many this week as not as many reviewed :( )

dolphindreamer
I must admit that I love the dancing part as well :D

The Siner
Everyone's reading Severus as having a crush on Harry XD I didn't really mean it to come out that way but meh XD

darkpyroangel06
Yes, Draco will have a very significant part to play in all of this. He's one of my favourite characters to write (not so much to read because JK/everyone else seems to write him as a bit of a useless wimp -.-) so I simply had to use him, even if he's not Harry's love interest this time.

kawaiiyashie
I'm trying my best to get chapters written as quickly as possible so I can bump up the update time but it's hard work ^_^; I'll keep trying my best though :D

DarklessVasion
Thank you for such a lovely, complimenting review ^_^
I never start a story unless I'm certain that I can get it finished, mostly because I hate leaving things unfinished but also because I know how frustrating it is when authors abandon stories. And having chapters pre-written means I always update on time.

Kati-chan
I'm sure this chapter answered all of your questions. If not...Well, say so and I'll give you a full explanation (and that will also mean I've failed as a writer XD).

Once again, nothing more to say. So I shall bid you all farewell and look forward to seeing you all again in a fortnight :)

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