Alphas

I'm BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Most of the pack knew him, and the ones he had not met sensed him complete dominant position, and bowed with the rest.

“Get to you feet.” Harry growled. “Do not bow for me when it causes you pain, whether from injury of exhaustion, you are excused.” The pack sighed in relief as the got up from their rather uncomfortable positions and parted a way for Harry.

Outside the fence Harry’s classmates were watching intensively while Remus wondered how he had missed the changes in his ‘cub’. As the pack parted in front of them Harry started to run. At the very edge of the yarded area he dropped to his knees next to a lithe body. The girl, Ariana, had been trying to stop the bleedings, but nothing she could do would help. The pack had gathered around them too closely for Remus to see who it was. It looked a bit like Greyback, but his build was too…delicate for it to be him.


Harry felt panic creep up his spine the moment he saw the limp body of his mate lying on the dirty ground. The tears started to flood his eyes as he took in the damaged form of his husband. He dropped to his knees and carefully he turned him over. Harry closed his eyes as he saw the bloodstained lips that used to be so full, but now they were cut and swollen.

He folded Fenrir’s left hand on his stomach. The wrist was broken, and his wedding rings were missing. Whoever had them, they did not belong to them and he wanted those back. He had several bruises and cuts. Some were on his arms and a rather deep one at the side of his head, but the worst cut, made by a rather competent cutting curse; on his stomach was the one that truly caught Harry’s attention. His puppy…

The tears in his eyes threatened to fall. He had failed his brother and his mate in the space of a few days. He would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him cry, but he could not stop the silent sobs escaping his lip. He could feel his wolf melting into his human self. The anger and desperation made him unable to handle everything fully human. It was even too much for ‘Logan’ to bear. His single most important mission in life was to keep his mate and his pup safe, and he had failed. He had vowed to protect them and to protect his pack. His senses sharpened as the wolf made himself known and with a message saying that he was there to stay. His grief and desperation turned to glowing anger.

‘Our pack’ Harry thought. “MY pack” he growled out loud, loud enough for Moony to hear. “They dared to attack my pack!” He could hear the hesitant steps of his teacher approaching him. Harry tried to contain his anger but sorely failed when he felt Moony’s hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Harry snarled. “You are nothing to me. Nothing!”

“What are you on about, my cub?”

“I’m not your cub! From now on I’m not your cub.” He yelled from his position on the ground. He looked down at his wounded mate and felt at a loss of what to do. “Haven’t you felt the pull of the moon these past few months Moony?” When he didn’t get an answer he continued. “The Moon has called the Lord, and he has risen. Have the wolvesbane dulled your senses so much you can’t feel the call of your Mother?” He sneered.

“Daddy?” the quivering calling of the orphaned cub that Harry had taken a shine to while he visited his mate. Nicko lost his parents in a battle a few years ago and had since then been raised by the pack, but he had desperately needed a father, and he had chosen Harry. Elder thought that by taking responsibility for Nicko Harry showed that he truly was ready to be a father. Sometimes cubs were able to scent out their mentors in much the same was as grown wolfs scented their mate, but with different motives.


“Nicko? Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Harry said and cradled the pup to his strong chest while never letting his eyes stray from Fenrir’s form. His anger had deflated from his body when Nicko had called for him. He didn’t even react when Hermione came running.

His class mates had been shocked frozen up until now, but Harry did not see anything but his wounded mate and his son’s bruises and cutts.

“Harry! Get away from them. They’re dangerous.” she yelped and ran to him and tried to drag him away

Hermione ignored his strugles and let her gaze lower to the limp body Harry was cradling.

“That is Fenrir Greyback, Harry. He was the one who turned Remus when he was only seven. Remember he told us that? Why are you comforting him?” she accused.

“How the fuck was Fenrir able to turn Remus when he was seven, - he wasn’t born until fourteen years later?” Harry said in a hollow and monotone voice.

“Harry? We need to get him to a hospital.” Harry continued rocking Fenrir like he had not heard Blaise speak.

“Moine?”

“Yes.”

“Look around you. Every wolf you see here is either a child or a pregnant parent to be… Remus knew that it would only be the cubs and the carrying left at the camp. Everyone else was out hunting. What does that say about him? Look at Nicko. Does my son look like a killer to you? He has not even had his first full moon.” Harry said and stood up with his now bloody cloaked mate in his arms. Hermione said nothing but stared guiltily at the ground.

“Blaise… could you get Sev to look at everyone here and then bring them back to the Manor? Alert the camp, Ariana knows where it is. Take the ones who need a healer to St. Mungo’s”

“Yes, of course. You just get him the help he needs.” Harry didn’t say another word as he took a hold on Nicko’s hand and apparated directly into the entrance hall of St. Mugo’s hospital for magical maladies and injuries.

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It had been two days since Harry arrived at St. Mungo’s with Fenrir and Nicko. It had been hell getting the healers to see to them.

::Flashback::

“Healer!” Harry yelled. “I need a healer!” A nice looking older lady came jogging on her short feet.

“Yes, yes. Oh dear. What happened here?” she gasped. Nicko stood behind Harry with his arms wrapped around his leg, taking nervous peaks up at the healer. He had never been in a public place before and it scared him.

“They were attacked.”

“But some of these wound are days old…” the healer frowned.

“Well, the old coot saw it fit to torture him a bit. Get him a bed quickly.” Harry said. The cape fell away from Fenrir’s face and the healer retreated her hands in a flash.

“That is a werewolf.” She stated in a quivering voice. “We do not treat werewolves.” She started to back away from Harry, who stood still due to the shaking pup holding on for his dear life to his leg. He knew that Fenrir did not have much time so it was time to play the ‘saviour’ card. He gave a toss to his head so that his long fringe did not cover his scar. It was only natural that she did not recognise him. Now he was a dark version of Lucius Malfoy, instead of a splitting image of James Potter.

“You ‘will’ treat this wolf, if you care for your life and the life of your children, for if he dies, the wives and husbands of every healer in this facility and their children will be in the morgue before you can say ‘Dumbledore’”

“Harry Potter?!” she gaped “I understand your need to play saviour, but that is a death eater you are holding.” She sniffed. “Do not make empty threats on his behalf.” Harry was less than an inch from loosing his temper.

“Let me rephrase them Mam. If you do not save the life of my husband and the child he carries, and see to the bruises of my son, I will fill this hospital up to the roof.” He growled loudly. The healers eyes widened before she whipped out her wand and levitated Fenrir out of Harry’s arms and apparated to the ‘lethal injuries’ department.

Harry sighed and took off his shirt. Nicko was shivering in the cool air. It was cold in the hospital and he was only wearing torn jeans. Draping the thin cotton shirt around his son’s shoulders did not help much, but it did a little. The small boy winched in pain as Harry picked him up.

“What is wrong? Are you hurt?” Nicko nodded. His brown eyes were shiny from unshed tears and his lip was shaking.

“Have you eaten anything?” He shook his head. Like they would be bothered to feed a werewolf cub. Harry checked him over and found several bruises and a few cracked ribs. He tied his hair back to make the scar visible. As much as he hated it, it did have its advantages - like having someone taking care of his pups injuries. He picked him up and apparated to the children’s department.

Nick was resting his head on Harry’s shoulder. It had been a trying three days for the young cub and he was very tired.

“Hey.” Harry greeted the receptionist. Her eyes immediately darted to his scar and then back to his face. In those few seconds her attitude went from rude to very, very nice.

“Hello Mr. Potter. What can I do for you?” she chirped, completely ignoring the child on his arm.

“My son has a few nasty injuries we would like to be taken care of.” Her eyes finally shifted to the dark haired child. Nicko let out a puff of air and parted his lips slightly in his slumber. In the corner of his mouth the receptionist spotted a small fang.

“We do not treat werewolves at this hospital. I’m sorry, but those are the rules.” She apologised.

“I have already been over this with one of your superiors and I have made it very clear that it will be many uncomfortable…consequences if you do not heal my son.”

“If you have that cleared with them, come straight through.” She smiled. “Personally I think that the entire ministry is dooped to even pass such a law. Ah, there. Healer Massin is available, it’s the second door on your right.”

“Thank you.” Harry said and offered her a weak smile. “Do you know the name of a black haired healer, old woman, short legs?”

“That would be healer Thompson. I’m afraid she is busy at the moment. Looks like she got in a rather nastily injured male a few minutes ago, so you’ll have to wait if you wish to speak with her.”

“No, no. Just let me know when she is done.”

“Will do.”

It looked like the receptionist had sent him to a rather homey healer. For that he was grateful. Harry was not sure Nicko’s frail nerves could handle any more that he already had.

“Oh Merlin.” The healer gasped the moment he saw Nicko. “What happened to this child?”

“The Order of the Phoenix saw it fit to attack an unarmed Werewolf camp.”

“I would hardly call a werewolf camp unarmed.” He huffed as he waved his wand over the boy. “Put him on the bed. It looks like he hasn’t been fed for days.”

“He hasn’t. The prisoners were brought to Hogwarts so that the students could…practise, if you see what I mean. It is the last hunting season, so the only ones left in the camp were the children and the pregnant and the one who led them there knew that.”

“How long was this boy held captive?” Massin asked while he vanished the cuts and healed his broken ribs.

“Three days.”

“How do you know him?”

“He’s my son.” The healer cocked a brow at Harry.

“Are you not a bit young to have such an old child Mr. Potter.”

“Adopted. His parents were killed a few years ago.”

“Ah. And how did you get in touch with this boy then?” he asked and looked at Harry with curious eyes.

“I’ve visited the Greyback Pack quite often these past weeks and I took a shine the boy. Did you know that orphaned cub can scent their new parents?”

“No I did not know that, but was it not a great risk to go to Greyback’s territory, was he not angered?”

“I think he was the one who was the most happy to see me.” Harry chuckled as his mind wandered to his last visit. Fenrir has jumped into his arms, literally, and knocked them both over, but was then overcome with a deep sadness for the state his mate was in now. He could not help but feel guilty; he should have gone to check when he didn’t get any responds on his letters, but the logical part of Harry’s brain knew that his guilt complete nonsense. Fenrir never replied right away, he had a pack to run.

“Really. I thought he did not care much for wizards.”

“That is just a load of bull. It seems whoever quoted him saw it fit to cut the quote in half. He said that he did not care for wizards either way. He’s actually quite pleasant.” Nicko had not woken during his healing and was not curled up on the soft bed. Harry draped the duvet over him so he would not be too cold. He could feel his defences being torn down. It was just too much to keep in.

“The used several rounds of curcio on him.” Harry croaked, his cool exterior finally cracking “How could they do that?”

”Greyback?” Harry nodded.

“We got married just a few weeks ago.” He said and sat down with his head in his hands.

“Married?” Massin repeated astonished. The boy-who-lived; married and a father- to Fenrir Greyback of all people.

“Mhm. He is just a bit more than two months pregnant, and now I can’t even tell if he will live through the night. They tortured him for two days before they just left him bleeding on the ground. These people are the ones I have trusted my life with, and the life of my family. They are supposed to be the good ones in this war, but I have never seen Voldemort torture children or anyone that is carrying a child. At least he tried to give me a clean death, while Dumbledore sent me to live with muggles I’m not even related to.” Harry had lost it completely and Healer Massin thought it was best of the distraught teen to blow off some steam. He was also a therapist for children and teenagers, so it was only natural to let him do so.

“Did you know…? Of course you don’t. Lily Potter stole me from my mother’s arms just minutes after I was born. The reason Voldemort went after them at all was to retrieve me. Yep, here I am the second son of the high and mighty Lucius Malfoy, and I can’t even stop to say hello to my father and brother in fear of Dumbledore targeting them for real.”

“I think that you need to talk to someone professional about this…” said hesitantly, though in the back of his mind he desperately wanted to know.

“No. I do not need to talk to someone professional about this!” Harry snapped. “I need my husband and my child to live, and I know this sounds bloody childish but I need my mum to tell me that everything will be fine, preferably my dad too.”

“though most of all…” Harry sighed, “I need to know everything that happened, so that I know who to kill.”

:::End Flashback:::
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A/N; im not seeing an end to this story, so i need suggestions. i desperately need suggestions. please review.