Sacrifice

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Harry couldn't help but give a rather pathetic groan as consciousness caught up to him, bringing him back to the world of the living. He was laying down on a bed. Not the bed he shared with Fenrir, but a different one, a harder one. It took a lot of effort to lift his arm so he could place a hand on the side of his head and it took even more effort to crack open his eyes. The sight of what was around him was confusing and he wasn't sure he knew where he was...

"Madam Pomfrey! He's awake!"

The yell sent spikes of pain shooting through the teenager's head and he gave another small groan as he turned his head away, as though that would help in some way. Sharp footsteps approached him then and Harry opened his eyes again just in time to see the woman he recognised as the school's nurse reach his bedside. Strangely, he saw someone else as well. A stranger, a boy who was probably about his own age and had the brightest coloured hair Harry had ever seen; an intense shade of ginger.

"Well, Mr Potter, you've certainly put the wind up a lot of people with your carelessness." The nurse chided primly as she pulled out her wand. Moments later, the tip of the stick began to glow with a bright light. "Follow the light with your eyes please." She requested as she held the wand closer to Harry's face.

The teenager gave a disgruntled sound as he turned his head away and closed his eyes. "Too bright." He complained, his voice a little drowsy.

"Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be, Mr Potter; follow the light with your eyes." The woman insisted as she forced Harry's head back to face her and once again held the light in front of his eyes.

Harry complied simply because he felt too groggy and confused to fight back anymore. As he obediently followed the sway of the lit wand, he tried to remember how exactly he had ended up in the Infirmary. He could remember getting bored of waiting for Severus and slipping out of the rooms on his own. He remembered taking the outside route...And then...

"Good," the nurse said suddenly, pulling the teenager from his thoughts as she pulled away the hideously bright light to replace it with fingers. "Now how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Two."

"You're fine, it's nothing too serious." She declared, ever primly, before turning towards a piece of parchment that was floating in the air just behind her, a quill floating next to it. "I shouldn't think you'll suffer the effects of a concussion but it may be wise to not allow you to sleep for more than an hour at a time anyway. Therefore, you'll stay here tonight." Pausing, the woman turned to the ginger haired teenager. "Has Professor Snape gone to alert Harry's guardian?"

The boy nodded wordlessly.

"Good." She nodded before turning her attention back to Harry. "I'll be back in a moment, I'm just going to get something to help numb your headache."

Ah, yes, now Harry remembered. He'd been whacked in the head with a flying ball. Wasn't that just super? There he had been, trying to prove that he was quite capable of walking back to his rooms by himself without any drama, and instead had managed to prove that, actually, no, he wasn't capable of that. At least it wasn't anything to do with Professor Moody.

As Madam Pomfrey walked away, Harry slowly turned his gaze onto the teenager standing beside his bed. "Who are you?" He asked curiously, his voice now a little more alert as he had gradually woken up.

"I'm, uh, Ron Weasley." The boy revealed a little awkwardly. "I tried to call out a warning to you about the bludger..."

"Oh, you're the one who warned me." Harry said, his tone full of realisation as his memory continued to become clearer. "Thanks for that." He said with a sincere smile.

Ron gave a smile in return and a small nod of his head. He said nothing, despite the fact there was clearly something he wanted to say. A moment or two of silence passed as Harry waited for whatever it was and, eventually, the other teen managed to build up the fortitude to say it:

"So, you're Harry Potter, huh?"

It was a strange thing to say in Harry's mind but he gave a smile anyway. "Yeah, that's me." He confirmed with good humour.

"And do you really have the, uh..."

"...What?"

"The scar." Ron said in something only slightly louder than a whisper.

"After the life I've had, I've got a lot of scars." Harry said lightly. "You'll have to be specific."

"On your forehead."

"Oh, the little lightening bolt one." There, the dark haired youth lifted his fringe to display the mark in question.

Ron actually leaned in closer to get a better look (and as he did Harry caught a whiff of his natural scent mixed with that of sausages). "Wicked." He breathed with an impressed grin.

"How did you know about it?" Harry inquired with a confused frown as Ron pulled back and his fringe was allowed to drop back into place.

"Everyone knows about it." The Weasley revealed as though that in itself was a well known fact. "You got it from You-Know-Who after all."

"You really do say some strange things. Who's You-Know-Who?"

Ron all but gaped at him then. "You know," he insisted in a hushed voice as though it would be a bad thing if they were over-heard. "The Dark Lord."

"Oh, you mean Voldemort." Harry said, his tone once again filled with understanding now things had been explained. He noticed the other boy's flinch at the sound of that name, but before he could question it, something occured to him. "You told the nurse that Severus went to go get my Alpha, right?"

"Yeah."

"They'll be here soon then. You'd better go before they turn up. My Alpha won't be in the best mood when he gets here and he has a tendency to lash out at others when he's irritated."

Ron clearly blanched at that and it was obvious he was suddenly very eager to get away. "Right, I'll, uh, just go then." He turned to leave and even took a couple of steps before he paused and turned back to the boy in the bed. "Would you mind if, perhaps, I came to see you some time later?"

Harry was, admittedly, quite surprised by that question. He couldn't for the life of him think why the other boy would want to come back. It was understandable why he was there when Harry had woken, he had obviously wanted to make sure not too much damage had been caused. To come back and visit again? That was rather strange.

To say as such would be rude though, so Harry decided to simply be friendly. "I don't mind at all, by all means come see me later."

A bright smile lit up Ron's face then and he gave a few happy nods before turning and hurrying away, leaving the area and closing the doors behind himself when he was out. Harry watched him go in great amusement. Having only had contact with people who were significantly older than him, Harry was rather charmed by the shyness and eager innocence of the other teenager. It was rather cute and he had to admit that he was quite looking forward to the red head's next visit.

"Here we are, Mr Potter," Madam Pomfrey's voice came from the side and Harry turned to see her approaching, carrying a large bowl in her hands and a towel over her arm. "Ice and a cloth for the bump on your head."

"No magic?" Harry asked a little warily.

"Absolutely nothing that a Muggle couldn't do." The woman reassured upon reaching him.

After that, there was a brief silence as the medi-witch placed the bowl on the edge of the mattress. A quick glance showed that the bowl was full of ice cubes which Madam Pomfrey began to put into the middle of the towel. When there were enough in there, she folded over the edge of the cloth to create a pouch.

"Now, hold this to the side of your head where you were hit." She instructed primly, holding out the ice parcel to the teenager.

Harry accepted it a little gingerly and carefully put it to the side of his head which was throbbing with lingering pain. The contact was definitely cold but it did take the edge away from the throb, cooling the heated pain. Just as he was shifting it a little and Madam Pomfrey was picking the bowl back up, the Infirmary doors burst open and a very angry looking Fenrir Greyback came storming in, a slightly less angry, but still angry nonetheless, Severus following in just behind.

"Is he concussed?" Fenrir growled irritably as he strode right over to Harry.

"I don't think he is, but I want to keep him here over night just to be on the safe side." Madam Pomfrey answered. "I have work to do, so I'll leave you to yourselves, but do try and keep yourself under control, Mr Aberwyst. Mr Potter's in no condition to listen to you yelling and cursing." She walked away then and, for some reason, Severus went following after her.

Fenrir gave another growl upon hearing that, a wordless one, before he focussed entirely on Harry. He leaned over the boy and began to scrutinise him intently. When he got to look at the side of his head, the Alpha moved the bundle of ice-cubes away and peered at the pink bump that was steadily starting to rise.

"Does it hurt?" He questioned gruffly.

"Not so much anymore." Harry assured as he was allowed to put the ice-cubes back to his bump.

"Good. Now," Fenrir said with a rather dangerous quality to his voice. "You can explain exactly why you didn't wait for Snape to walk you back to our rooms."

The teenager glared off to the side. "I don't need to be babied by you both, I can look after myself."

"Yeah, really looks like it." The Alpha sneered, clearly unimpressed.

"It wasn't Moody though, was it? It was just a ball."

"Just a ball that knocked you out for a good three minutes. Perhaps it'll serve as a reminder to remember what I tell you in future."

The words "I doubt it" were on the tip of Harry's tongue but he decided to keep them to himself. He didn't need to irritate Fenrir any more. Already skating on thin ice, the slightest provocation, whether intentional or accidental, would prove to be very dangerous indeed.

It was then that Severus returned to them, coming to stand on the opposite side of Harry's bed to Fenrir. "Harry has to stay in the Infirmary over night for observation and you have been given permission to stay with him."

"Like I need permission." Fenrir grunted as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Make room, Pup." He ordered and the teenager shuffled over slightly. "So, who was the idiot who hit the ball at you?" The Alpha then asked when he was settled.

"We don't know." Harry answered quickly, before Severus had the chance. "I didn't recognise the voice that called out and no one came forward when told to, isn't that right, Severus?"

"That's correct." The Potions Master confirmed in a completely neutral tone, giving no sign that he was lying to support another lie.

Harry wasn't sure whether Fenrir would go after someone for hitting him with the ball, it was an accident after all, but the teenager didn't want to take any chances. Just telling the Alpha that the "attacker" was unknown was the easiest and safest thing to do. It wasn't a terrible lie, it wasn't going to do anyone any harm, and so Harry was able to justify it to himself. A slight guilt still wormed its way into his mind, however, and when he snuggled against Fenrir, he almost felt he didn't deserve the arm that came around him and held him to that warm, large body in such a caring and supportive manner.

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One moment, Harry was asleep. The next, he had been startled awake by a hand suddenly covering his mouth. Immediately, his eyes flew open in alarm and through the darkness of the night, he was terrified to see Professor Moody standing over him. Harry was immediately confused for several reasons. Not because of what the man was doing (it was obvious that the professor had been planning something malicious for quite some time) but because he was actually doing it right at that moment. Where was Madam Pomfrey? Where was Severus? Where the Hell was Fenrir?

Harry's first instinct was to scream but against the hand over his mouth the sound was muffled to barely anything. The next thing he tried was to struggle, thrashing under the hand, shaking his head from side to side viciously and kicking out all four of his limbs in all directions. He didn't know if he ever came close to hitting his attacker or breaking free, all he knew was not once did the hold over his mouth faulter and not once did one of his kicks or punches connect. In Harry's mind, as he was hefted off of the bed by the man, there was really only one last option left.

With one strong jaw movement, Harry managed to get a chunk of Moody's palm between his teeth which he bit down on as hard as he could. Moody yelled a string of curse words as he yanked his hand away and ultimately lost his grip on the teenager. Harry hit the floor with a thump but allowed himself almost no recovery time before he was scrambling away as quickly as possible. He made a dive on the floor and slid along the smooth surface until he was underneath one of the beds at which point he stopped himself with his hands. Moody may have only been a few feet away but it wouldn't be easy to get Harry while he was underneath a bed as he was, and when the professor did try to make a grab for him, he would just crawl along the floor to the next bed. If he did that enough times, he'd reach the exit and so could make a run for it.

That plan failed for the mere reason that Moody had a wand. A simple levitation charm later and Harry's cover was floating in the air above him, leaving him once again exposed. He wasted no time in scrambling to his feet and making a dash for the doorway. A more direct approach would obviously have to be taken.

He almost reached the doors, he was so very close, when he felt something hit his back with quite a bit of force. It pushed him off balance and he began to fall forwards. As he fell, he realised that none of his limbs were listening to him anymore and so he couldn't hold his arms out to cushion his impact.

The last clear thought that ran through his mind was that his head was really going to hurt when he woke up.

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Severus muttered irritably under his breath as he travelled the length of his living room. Here it was, well past curfew, and there was someone knocking obnoxiously on his door. Even if it was a Slytherin he would be very tempted to take House points and assign a detention because disturbing him in his own rooms at that time at night just simply wasn't on.

Yanking open the portrait revealed a rather frantic looking Ron Weasley. His hand was still raised, obviously in preparation to knock again, and his eyes were widened slightly, as though he was panicked. And, before Severus had a chance to scold him or simply immediately dismiss him, the Gryffindor spoke:

"I think Harry's in trouble."

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Fenrir gave a deep, satisfied murmur as he licked his hand clean of the lingering blood from the raw steak he had just pilfered from the kitchens. The house-elves, annoying creatures that they were, had tried to insist on cooking it for him. A few well chosen yelled words later and they had all fled in fear and left Fenrir to eat in peace. Now he was full, he'd return to the Infirmary. Normally he wouldn't have left Harry alone under such tense circumstances, but he imagined that the Infirmary was a safe enough place and the boy had been asleep when he had left anyway.

However, the further on the Alpha walked, the more unsure of that he got. He was feeling incredibly edgey for some reason and he had the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong, or at least going to go wrong very soon. His attempts to shrug away the paranoid thoughts failed miserably but, upon catching the scent of blood, they no longer seemed to trivial. The smell was instantly familiar and Fenrir felt the stirrings of anger, but more importantly fear, as the scent of Harry's blood invaded his nostrils. Another's blood scent reached him a moment after and although it was a scent he had never smelt before, he would confidently guess that it was Moody's.

When he saw Snape hurry around a corner ahead of him, Fenrir's heart beat spiked upon seeing the expression on the teacher's face. No words even needed to be exchanged before the men had met and quickened their pace to a run, moving in the direction of the Infirmary. Perhaps later Fenrir would ask for the details on how Snape knew that something was wrong as well, but for that moment he had to concentrate on running and planning what he was going to do to the dead man who was tampering with his pup.

They didn't have to reach the Infirmary to find Harry. Entering a corridor, they came across the sight of Moody, his back to them, and a seemingly unconscious Harry hefted over his shoulder.

Fenrir saw red.

A completely feral snarl left him as he charged forwards. Moody, of course, heard and whipped out his wand instantly. Severus acted quicker though and Stupified the DADA professor before any spell could be cast at the Alpha. Moody fell instantly, Harry falling with him, and both hit the ground with a cringe-worthy thump not to mention the painful looking richochette of the teenager's head on the ground.

Fenrir was torn between who to go to, Moody or Harry. However, his anger quickly won over his concern and he went for Moody. He grabbed the man by his thick neck and slammed him against the nearest wall. Moody couldn't struggle what with being under a Stupify which made it less satisfying for the werewolf but he persisted nonetheless. He proceeded to strangle the ex-Auror with his one hand, digging his nails in and piercing the flesh so that spots of blood began to grow and drip.

While the Alpha occupied himself with that, Severus ran to Harry's side. When the teenager didn't move, the man was afraid he was knocked out but further inspection proved that the boy was also Stupified. A quick Finite Incantatum and Harry closed his eyes with a moan of pain as his hands came up to craddle his head.

"Harry?" Severus said in a quiet, though very urgent, voice. "Harry, I need you to say something to me."

"How about ow?" The teenager slurred, sounding very much like someone who had just woken up from being knocked out. "Where am I?"

"You're safe." Was all the Potions Master said as he helped him to sit up very slowly.

"Where's Moody?"

"Your Alpha's over there strangling him."

"Don't let him kill him, Severus." Harry begged urgently then, weakly reaching forward in an attempt to grasp at the man's robes; he failed and ended up grabbing nothing but air. "He'll get in so much trouble if he kills him."

"All right, don't concern yourself with it, I'll stop him." Severus reassured as he quickly stood from beside Harry and moved over to the Alpha.

Fenrir was focussed entirely on Moody; the blue-ing of the cheeks and the blood trickling from his neck especially. There was no smirk on The Alpha's face, he was far to angry to smirk, but his enjoyment was clear in his eyes that shined with a disturbing amount of satisfaction at the slowly suffocating man. And then it was all ruined when Snape appeared beside him and spoke.

"Perhaps it would be wise if you tended to Harry." The Potions Master said gently as he brought a hand up to rest on Fenrir's out-stretched arm.

"I will, once I've choked the life out of this bastard." The Alpha growled, his fingers clenching around Moody's neck, earning a choked gag as a result.

"Greyback," the professor said sternly, using the Alpha's name for the first time. "He's asking for you."

That seemed to get through to Fenrir as his eyes flickered towards Severus for just a moment. Only a second later, he tightened his hold on Moody's neck again and stepped closer so their faces were only inches apart. "I won't let anyone stop me next time." He threatened darkly before releasing the chubby neck with a shove, sending the shorter man toppling to the side. Severus was immediately in his place, pressing the tip of his wand painfully into Moody's cheek, dimpling the skin severely.

Fenrir moved over to Harry in brisk, long strides, and kneeled down to his level upon reaching him. With both hands, he cupped the teenager's head and tilted it upwards with infinite care. "Pup?"

"Fenrir?" The boy's weak voice managed to slur out pitifully.

"Can you stand?"

"I need help."

Without further word, Fenrir did more than help and simply lifted the slight form up into his arms. Harry's head lulled against his chest, his eyes half closed in dazed confusion. Without further dramatics, they returned to their rooms.

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It was blissfully silent inside the rooms Harry and Fenrir shared. The only noise came from their breathing. Harry may have felt dizzy with the slightest movement and his head may have been throbbing terribly but at least there was no noise around making everything worse. In fact, in his position straddling Fenrir's lap with his head resting on the man's huge shoulder, he was probably as comfortable as he was ever going to get with as severe a head injury and a concussion as bad as he had at that moment.

"Still with me, Pup?" Fenrir's gravelly voice said quite quietly then.

Harry didn't quite have the capacity to give a verbal answer and he imagined it would've caused more pain than it was actually worth to nod his head. In the end he settled for a weak sounding grunt, one that sounded just alert enough so it couldn't be mistaken for a random grunt a person might give in their sleep. With a head injury as bad as his, he wasn't going to be allowed to sleep for the next half a day at the very least.

"That's what I like to hear." The Alpha grunted soothingly as he slowly brought his right hand up and petted the teenager's hair with a gentleness that surprised Harry greatly.

They stayed like that for quite a while, Fenrir gently petting while Harry tried his best not to succumb to the exhaustion he felt creeping into every muscle and joint in his body. He was forced to become more alert once again, however, when a knock sounded at the portrait entrance. Harry gave a small moan of discomfort as the stupidly loud and piercing knock (in his mind anyway) made his head throb painfully.

A low growl rumbled in Fenrir's chest before he called out: "Yeah?"

Once again, Harry winced. "Did you not just hear me moan?" He managed to ask in a drowsy slur as the portrait swung open.

"You'd rather have moved so I could get up?"

"I'd rather we were just left alone."

"I'm sure they won't stay long." Fenrir murmured before looking up to their two guests: Severus and Dumbledore. "At least they better not."

"Indeed, we won't bother you for long." Dumbledore assured. "We just came to see how you're feeling, Harry."

"Like crap." The teenager grunted without amusement.

"There are potions you can take to ease the pain." Severus revealed, sounding sympathetic.

"No potions." Fenrir immediately muttered.

Snape sent him a snide look of distaste. "Surely that's a decision for the one who's suffering to make?"

"He'd tell you the same thing."

"Then why didn't you let him?"

"Will you both shut up, please." Harry slurred irritably. "You're not helping the situation."

Both men fell silent at that but continued to glare at each other. Their stare only broke when Dumbledore moved to sit down at which point both Fenrir and Severus turned their gazes onto the old wizard.

"Thought you said you weren't staying?" Fenrir muttered.

"Well, I thought you might like an explanation of what's happening and I'm afraid I'm not as young as I once was." The headmaster replied pleasantly, not waiting for a reply before he continued. "It's needless to say that the one who attacked Harry was not the real Alistair Moody. It was in fact Bartimus Crouch Junior, he was using Polyjuice potion. We think it's more than likely that its been him in disguise since the very beginning of the school year."

"So much for coming here because it's safer." The Alpha grunted. "Been sent back to Azkaban, has he?"

"Yes, he's already been escorted off the school grounds."

"Lucky for him."

It was directly after that sentence had been spoken that there was a knock at the portrait entrance. Harry moaned at the sound and tried to bury his head closer to the slope of Fenrir's neck. Severus had already stood and opened the entrance by the time the Alpha had looked up and he both Tonks and Shacklebolt enter.

"Get them out of here." He ordered harshly, making a conscious effort to not raise his voice for Harry's sake.

"They'll only be here for the amount of time it takes to find out what happened exactly." Dumbledore tried to pacify.

"I don't give a shit, get them out."

"Don't argue." Harry mumbled, shifting his head just enough to look at those who had just entered. "Ask your questions and then go; I don't want you here any more than my Alpha does."

While the male Auror seemed quite put out by that, the female of the pair was more understanding. "If you could just tell us what happened to the best of your ability then, Harry." She prompted in a quiet voice.

Harry had to pause and think at that as his muddled mind tried to work through his concussion to remember the events of no more than hour ago. He went through the details slowly doing his best not to say anything he wasn't too unsure about. He ended his recollection when it came to the point where Severus and Fenrir had intervened.

"And how had you known there was something wrong?" Kingsley demanded of Fenrir suspiciously the moment Harry had stopped talking.

"I smelt blood." The Alpha grunted.

"And you, Professor?" Tonks asked Severus then, before her colleague could get further underneath the werewolf's skin.

"Ron Weasley practically battered down my door." Severus muttered without humour.

"The ginger haired boy who smells like sausages?" Harry asked curiously, lifting his head slightly.

"He was on his way to see you again when he saw Crouch looming over you. He lingered long enough to see you start to struggle before he made his most intelligent decision ever to come and get me."

"I'll have to thank him." The teenager mumbled as he laid his head to rest once again.

It was as Harry laid his head back down that Fenrir caught the scent of fresh blood coming from him. "Where ya bleeding, Pup?" He asked in a voice that was uncharacteristically gentle.

"I think it's where the bump is." Harry murmured tiredly.

Fenrir wordlessly separated the strands of hair that covered the injured area, soon discovering the growing path of blood that was coming from the wound. He knew full well that everyone in the room had their full attention on him and Harry but he ignored it in favour of tending to the injured boy. Leaning into the wound, Fenrir planted a long lick to the area, lifting the blood away with his tongue to swallow before returning to lick again. Harry found it nothing but a natural act, of course, but the others in the room seemed quite surprised by it. None of them passed comment however (though Kingsley only stayed silent because Tonks made him).

A moment of silence lingered as the Alpha cleaned his pup's wound. Then, finally, it got too much for Sahcklebolt and even Tonk's efforts to stop him from saying anything were in vain. "So the monster does have a heart." He sneered, making what could have been a compliment sound like an insult.

Fenrir offered a poisonous glare and appeared to be on the verge of retaliating verbally.

"Kingsley, please, there's no reason for such hostility." Dumbledore said gently before the Alpha had a chance to speak his mind. "If you and Tonks have all the information you need, at least for now, I think you should both leave. If necessary, you can return when all has calmed down and we're in better spirits."

The man was apparently going to argue against that when Tonks interrupted. "Of course, it's been a hard evening for everyone. I think we've got everything we need though. We'll let you know how things go." She took Shacklebolt's arm then and all but dragged him out of the room.

Once the portrait was closed behind them, Fenrir spoke suddenly: "This whole thing's got me thinking; what's going to happen during the summer?" The question had been lingering at the back of his mind for a few weeks at that point and with everything that had just happened, he felt the need to know exactly what to expect to happen in the near future.

"What do you mean, dear boy?" Dumbledore asked kindy.

"School won't be in season, there won't be any students or teachers; what'll happen with me and the pup?"

"You won't be allowed inside the school, naturally. However, you may still live in the protection of the forest. It's within the Apparation wards and Hagrid will be remaining during the holidays so if worse comes to worse, he can help with anything you may need. I'm sure I, myself, will come and visit from time to time as well. And you, Severus? I imagine you'll be visiting Harry on more than one occassion."

"Most likely." Severus confirmed, albeit rather reluctantly.

"Splendid, then everything should be nice and safe for you both." The headmaster concluded cheerfully.

Fenrir simply gave a wordless grunt. After what had just happened, he didn't share the confidence Dumbledore held in the safety of Hogwarts.

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End of Chapter 17.
And so ends another section of the story. How many "sections" are there left? Umm...(counts) Four? Yeah, I think it's about four. How long will that take? I still really have no idea XD
Now, on the subject of my next story. The votes are in from you guys and others from the ther website this is being posted on, and have been very carefully tallied. It was so close for so long. At the beginning, the Harry/Harry was quite a way ahead, but then the Fenrir/Harry caught up and at the very end the winner was...A secret :D That's right, I'm not telling you which pairing won, you'll just have to wait and see XD
That's all in the far off future, however. I still have this fic to get through and I'm still only on pre-writing chapter 28 XD So lets concentrate on this for now, hmm? Enjoy this story and don't think of what's to come :)

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I'll take that as a vote for a Fenrir/Harry then ^_^ And I hope this chapter made the wait worth while.

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Ooo, 10/10, I haven't got one of those since I was in primary school :D

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Thank you for the opinion ^_^

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Thank you for the vote ^_^ And I hope this chapter was worth your wait :)

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This is a Dream story, of course the snake made it out okay XD And knowing that you're looking forward to the next chapter tells me more than anything else you might've tried to say :)

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Thank you for the vote, it was added to the tally ^_^

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All your questions have been answered, including the ones you didn't ask (as you now know what the deal is with Moody :D).
And I've counted your vote. Strangely, before I started this and wrote exclusive Drarry, my fans then said that they doubted they'd like this because of the pairing, and now a lot of them love it. I bet I could make you enjoy a Harry/Harry, or at least enjoy myself trying XD

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Well, I'll put it like this. You can have seven chapters all at once, but then you'd have to go seven weeks without one; the choice is yours XD

I've said far too much for this chapter XD So I'll say tata for now, my lovelies, and see you all again in a fortnight.

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