Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

Nothing to say...O.o Let's just get on with things, hmm?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Harry's birthday and been and gone, August had also been and gone, September had only just started. A length of time some would consider great but to Harry it had flown by far too quickly. He knew that it would be very soon that his every relaxing day with Fenrir would end when Dumbledore and all the other teachers and students returned. In fact, Hagrid had told him earlier that it was that very day that the headmaster was returning to the school.

At that moment, mid-morning on the first of September, however, the thought of returning to their civilised lives was far away from both Harry and Fenrir's minds. They were both far too relaxed to think of such depressing thoughts as they lounged around the edges of the forest. While the Alpha had his back slumped against the trunk of a thick tree, Harry had his back slouched against the man's chest. One thick arm held the teenager casually around his slim waist and the boy's head rested just underneath Fenrir's chin. Both had their eyes closed, apparently napping, though in reality they were simply resting their eyes.

From where they were, they had a perfect view of Hogwarts' front entrance but they weren't necessarily in view as they were mostly covered by foliage and shadows. So, when Harry opened his eyes and spotted the form of the headmaster heading towards the school, he wasn't noticed in return.

"Headmaster Dumbledore's back." Harry mumbled as he shifted against Fenrir.

"Don't move then, he might see us and come over." The Alpha rumbled.

"Do you think we'll have to start living inside now?"

"Possibly. Might be for the best though. Autumn's setting in and this far up north you'll suffer the cold far worse than last year when we were further south."

"I do kinda miss our bed at night." Harry admitted.

"Ah, I'm pleased to hear that."

Both Harry and Fenrir felt spikes of shock at the unexpected inclusion of Dumbledore's voice. Their eyes shot open and they both sat up very abruptly, the teenager scrambling while the adult was more swift and graceful. Standing just over them was the headmaster, smiling pleasantly and with twinkling eyes that Fenrir couldn't help but think were a sign of amusement.

"How has your summer been, dear boys?" The old wizard asked pleasantly.

"Peaceful. I can see that's about to end though." Fenrir muttered, sounding disgruntled.

"Yes, soon the halls and grounds will be filled with the vibrance of youth." Dumbledore smiled, purposely mistaking what the other man meant. "How did you enjoy your birthday present from Severus, Harry?"

"It was great." The teenager revealed happily. "I really enjoyed it and I think Severus did too. Do you know if he did or not?"

"I do believe he had as fine a time as you did." The headmaster assured kindly before giving a light sigh. "Well, if you'll both excuse me, boys, there's much to do before the new school year starts and not a lot of time left to do it in."

"Don't let us keep you then." Fenrir grunted, intending it to be sarcasticly polite.

As always, if Dumbledore was offended he made no sign that was the case. He turned to go, but paused again after only a few steps and turned to look over his shoulder at the two younger men. "You'll be coming back inside the school within the next few days?"

Fenrir gave a low growl of growing irritation. "Yes, probably."

"Good, good. Make sure you don't leave it too long, hmm?" It was then that, finally, Dumbledore began to walk away, leaving the two werewolves behind.

The Alpha gave a louder growl once they were alone. Harry sighed lightly and gave a few gentle pats to the arm around his waist. "Isn't it surprising how used you can get to being alone in just a month and a half?"

"Happiest day of my life will be when we can leave this place and go back to the way things were before." Fenrir muttered.

Harry's eyes lowered somewhat sadly then. "Do you really think that day will come?" He asked quietly. "I can't quite see the end of the line to be honest."

"It'll come." The man reassured as he momentarily tightened his arms around his mate's waist in a brief squeeze of a hug. "And when it does, we'll be able to forget all about this place and these people and just go back to being with each other."

Harry gave a light murmur of agreement, despite the fact he felt a little bit of cold dread at that idea. Although he would never admit it to Fenrir, he had grown rather attached to Severus. The thought of never seeing him again was something the teenager really didn't want to think about. So he didn't. He forced his mind to clear and snuggled back against his Alpha.

There was no point of thinking about the future and what might happen, not when tomorrow was still so uncertain.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was later on that same day and Harry and Fenrir hadn't moved from their spot on the edge of the forest. In fact, they hadn't moved much at all. They were still pretty much in the same position they had been that morning. Now it was afternoon and getting a little chillier, however, Harry could no longer deny that his feet were terribly cold.

"I'm cold." He stated bluntly, a shiver running through him as if on cue.

"Ain't that cold." Fenrir mumbled, sounding half asleep.

"Says the man who never gets cold." The teenager grumbled.

"Is this your way of asking if we can go back inside?"

"What would the answer be if it were?"

"Come right out and ask. You know better than to dance around a subject." The Alpha grunted in a manner which was lightly chiding.

Harry huffed. "Fine then. Can we go inside now?"

Fenrir gave an annoyed grunt before he started to shift behind the boy. "If you're cold then I suppose we better." He muttered.

They both stood with some great effort, too used to not moving. Then, when they were standing, a moment or two was spent stretching and cracking bones and loosening up. Only when they were both happy with how their bodies felt did they start out of the forest and head towards the school. However, just as they got to the very edge, the younger of the pair spotted something up ahead.

"Fenrir, there he is!" Harry gasped, pointing towards the school where there was a familiar person heading towards the entrance. "That's the werewolf Severus and I met when we were in Muggle London."

"So that's Lupin, is it?" The Alpha grunted, not sounding impressed, as he peered out to the sight. "Skinny little bugger. Sickly looking too."

"What do you think he's doing here?"

"He lives as a wizard, could want anything."

"Look, Headmaster Dumbledore's come out to him. Do you think they know each other?" Harry inquired curiously.

"Probably, if only because that old coot has been headmaster here for the last thousand years." Fenrir grunted.

"Perhaps he's here to see us." The teenager mused. "We are his pack after all."

"I doubt that, Pup. He wasn't turned because he wanted to be, I doubt he's eager to see the man who forced him into the life of a werewolf."

"He doesn't like being a werewolf?" Harry gasped, the very idea boggling his mind.

"Some people are funny like that." Fenrir grunted. "We'll wait a few minutes after they're back in the school before we head in. No point risking a confrontation."

"Why would there be a confrontation? He's not another Alpha, is he?"

That question prompted a bark of laughter from Fenrir. "Lupin, an Alpha? Ha! He's a Babysitter at best." He revealed before reaching down to ruffle Harry's hair. "You have rank over him, Pup, don't doubt that for a second."

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The cry that left Harry could be heard throughout the immediate area around their rooms. He hadn't meant to yell so loudly but Fenrir making such an angry and sudden leap for him was a very startling, and rather scary, occurance. As the teenager ran out of their bedroom and into their living room, his Alpha hot on his heels, he thought to himself that, just maybe, throwing a glass of water on the napping man hadn't been the best idea. He had been so bored though and Fenrir hadn't woken when he had been shaken. At least he was entertained now, despite the fact Fenrir wasn't exactly happy with him.

Another loud cry left Harry as he only just managed to swerve out of the reach of his Alpha's grasp as he rounded the sofa so it was between him and the man. Yet another left him as Fenrir leapt over the the sofa and landed right behind him. Suddenly, Harry found himself being tackled from behind and sent crashing down to the ground heavily. The complete weight of Fenrir was pushing down on his back and there was no hope of moving. Despite that, Harry still struggled for a few moments before he was tired out.

"Get off'a me!" He cried. "Rape! RAPE!"

"Oh don't worry, puppy," Fenrir growled leeringly, his lips millimetres away from the shell of the boy's ear. "There'll be no rape today, I think you'd enjoy that too much."

Before Harry could retort, surprisingly light fingers started to dance over his ribs in a horribly ticklish manner. The teenager immediately cried out again and tried to shy away from the fingers, making noises that could have been laughter but also could have been distress. Perhaps it was because of the ambiguous nature of the noise that the portrait entrance into their room suddenly burst open, causing both werewolves to stop moving and making noise in an instant.

Looking over to the entrance, Harry and Fenrir saw the form of Remus Lupin, his wand trained right at them. Harry recognised him from his trip away with Snape, but Fenrir recognised him only by his scent. The Alpha gave a light huff under his breath and pushed himself off of his pup.

"Lupin, it's been a while." He grunted before turning a rather malicious smirk on him. "How are you enjoying life?"

"Get away from him." Was all the other werewolf said, his gaze not flickering and his grip on his wand remaining steady.

"You mean the pup?" Fenrir asked, as though he had no idea what the problem was. "Don't worry, he enjoyed it, didn't you, puppy?" There, he leaned down and trailed a long lick up the side of the teenager's face.

Remus looked completely horrified and out-raged at that. Luckily, however, before he could react and start firing spells, Professor Dumbledore entered the room. His pace was slow and casual, as though there wasn't a man holding Fenrir and Harry at wand-point.

"Ah, Remus, I see you found the room all right." The old wizard said pleasantly before he turned his attention to the teenager in the room. "Harry, dear boy, what are you doing down there on the floor?"

"We were just playing." Harry explained just as Fenrir hefted him back onto his feet.

"Ah, I see, good, good." Dumbledore hummed. "No need to have your wand out, Remus, we're all friends here."

"Friends! But that's..."

"I know who he is." The headmaster assured calmly. "And I know that he's on whatever side Harry's on. Isn't that right, boys?" He asked Fenrir and Harry.

"Why are you both here?" Was all Fenrir grunted to that.

"I'm here to see Harry." Remus answered.

"Why? Because you caught his scent the other day? If you're looking to start a pack, we're not interested."

"I'm not here because Harry has werewolf in him." The sandy haired man denied. "I'm here because I knew his parents and I want to get to know him."

"Taken your time." Fenrir grunted.

"I thought he was dead!"

"We've been here almost a year." The Alpha drawled lazily.

Remus' expression turned surprised then and he turned to look at Dumbledore. "Harry's been here so long and you never contacted me?"

"He needed to settle down and get used to life in the Wizarding world." The headmaster justified calmly.

"I could've helped!"

"Um, in the Headmaster's defence, I think he did the right thing." Harry spoke up then. "But, uh, I guess I wouldn't mind spending some time with you once in a while now."

"You'll have plenty of time to spend with Remus, Harry, he'll be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year." Dumbledore revealed enthusiastically.

"Big surprise there." Fenrir muttered under his breath.

"Wait," the teenager said then with a light frown of confusion. "You're teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts?" He asked Remus.

"That's right." The man confirmed with a smile.

"And you're a werewolf?"

"Yes." Remus said with a nod as his smile became a little more strained.

"Well then, how can you teach a subject that teaches how to kill werewolves?" Harry questioned, clearly confused.

All three adults were clearly shocked by that but it was Remus that managed to speak first. "What are you talking about, Harry?"

"Professor Hagrid told me that werewolves are studied in Defence Against the Dark Arts because they're considered to be Dark creatures. I just assumed you'd learn how to kill them in that lesson as well. Did I get that wrong?"

"The students aren't taught to kill werewolves, Harry, simply to protect themselves from them." Dumbledore explained gently.

Fenrir gave a snort of disbelief at that. "He's fifteen years old and he ain't an idiot." He said snidely before speaking to Harry. "The subject teaches how to kill a werewolf, it just doesn't come out and say it, so to speak."

"Merick..." The headmaster said sternly.

"Then surely you're betraying your kind by teaching such a subject." Harry said to Remus then.

"It's complicated." Remus said rather weakly. "Not everyone takes to being a werewolf as well as you and your Alpha did, especially those who were turned against their will."

The atmosphere turned somewhat strained then, at least for Harry and Dumbledore, and a silence followed. Fenrir simply rolled his eyes at the situation and decided to bring the meeting to a close if all anyone was going to do was stand around awkwardly. "If you're done with the introduction, do you mind fucking off?"

Remus seemed quite horrified with the brash language but Dumbledore appeared to take it in his stride. "Ah, yes, apologies for interrupting your playing. Do try and keep the noise down though, just so there are no more false alarms."

"I doubt keeping the noise down will stop you from barging in without knocking." The Alpha muttered to himself as the wizard and the tame werewolf left their rooms.

"So Remus knew my parents." Harry murmured before he glanced over his shoulder to his mate. "Did you know that?"

Fenrir completely ignored him.

"Fenrir, I asked you..."

"I heard you. I think a certain pup needs to learn that throwing a glass of water on me is no way to get attention though. So, get ready to be ignored for the next three days." Fenrir explained and he went to move into the bathroom.

"What!" The teenager cried mournfully. "But Fenrir..."

Whatever it was he was going to say next was cut off by the slam of the bathroom door. Harry scowled darkly and kicked the floor in frustration. Three days of being ignored was a little excessive in his opinion. He was sure Fenrir would never be able to pull it off though, he'd miss the sex if nothing else.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unfortunately, Fenrir was true to his word and stuck to the punishment. For three whole days, he had ignored Harry completely, passing him by as though he didn't exist. On the first day, the teenager had done his best to try and break the Alpha. A whole day of no reactions, however, led Harry to sulk and then to just give up. He finally accepted the punishment and stopped harrassing the man. The second day he had mostly spent with Severus, and on the third day the students started to arrive back at school. That day he had to stay inside his rooms with Fenrir, still being ignored. However, when the dinner in the Great Hall was over, Harry told Fenrir he was just popping out and then left before he could be stopped. He had a certain red head to search out.

When he came across the first students, they were coming out of the Great Hall. He didn't recognise any of them but they obviously recognised him as they all stared before starting to whisper amongst themselves. Harry ignored them easily, passing them by as though they didn't even exist. He passed by several others who were just the same before he caught sight of a familiar face. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one he wanted and was instead that of Draco Malfoy.

Harry couldn't deny that what had happened with the fake Professor Moody had put him on edge and had also made him more wary among people he didn't know well. Ron was an exception, of course, as the red head had already proved he meant Harry not harm. Draco Malfoy, however, was someone who people had warned him about on numerous occassions and who had not proved himself like Ron had. Until Harry had a way to be sure of what side the blond was on, he thought it would be better to avoid him completely.

That considered, he doubled his efforts to search out Ron in the hopes of spotting him before he was spotted by Draco. Luck was obviously with him as he spotted the Gryffindor just moments later. He was surrounded by another three boys, one who was blond, one who had dark hair and another who had dark skin.

"Ron!" Harry called, lifting a hand to wave at the boy.

All four Gryffindors looked up at the call and while the three strangers looked astonished, Ron looked embarrassed more than anything. He appeared to say something to his friends before he scurried towards Harry, obviously self-conscious about all the stares they were getting. A few hard looks at the right people from Harry soon dispersed the stares and he and Ron were allowed their relative privacy.

"Hi." Harry greeted the ginger haired teenager when he reached him. "How was your time off?"

"It was, uh, it was good. How was yours?" Ron asked in return, sounding his usual awkward self.

"Good, too. You know, I never got to thank you before you left for the summer. If you hadn't gone and got help, I don't know what would've happened."

"Oh, well, I dunno about that," Ron said with an awkward modesty.

"I really owe you, Ron." Harry said with the utmost seriousness. "If ever you need anything, just come to me and I'll do whatever I can to help."

"You any good at Potions essays?" The wizard joked weakly.

Harry gave a light laugh at that, mostly just to be polite. Whether Ron realised it was only a polite laugh or whether he was simply naturally uncomfortable with the situation, the boys fell into an awkward silence. The red head scuffed his feet against the floor a few times before he glanced over his shoulder where his friends were still waiting for him.

"I, uh, better get up to the Tower."

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you..."

"No, no, it's all right." Ron assured quickly even as he began to slowly back away. "I just better get going."

Harry gave a small nod. "All right."

"See ya around?"

"See you."

Ron gave a quick nervous smile before he turned and hurried over to his friends. Harry thought his obvious anxiety and awkwardness was very strange. How could a boy so tall be so nervous and timid? It was incredible to Harry who had been raised in a world where the biggest were the ones who were the most confident and the most dominant. Harry, himself, was shorter and slighter than Ron and yet he was clearly more dominant than the ginger haired teenager. It was rather odd...

"Hello Harry."

The teenager's thoughts halted then as he turned at the sound of the familiar voice and smiled at the sight of the DADA professor who stood just behind him. "Hello Remus." He greeted happily.

"Down here alone?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to say hello to Ron, he was a huge help to me just before the summer."

"Is he the only other person of your own age that you know?"

"No, but he's the only one I'm friends with."

"You know, Harry," Remus said then, his tone turning a little anxious. "It's a bit busy here for a decent conversation, perhaps you'd like to come to my rooms for a bit?"

"Ah..." Harry said oh so intelligently as he brought a hand up to scratch the side of his head. "Tonight probably isn't the best night for that. What about later in the week? I would like to spend some time with you too, Remus, it's just...Complicated."

"Because of Greyback?" The older werewolf asked, clearly unhappy with the thought.

"Yes." Harry answered truthfully. "He's my Alpha, surely you can understand that. Good night, Remus." He bid then, knowing that the conversation would only get increasingly sour if it continued.

"Good night, Harry." The professor wished and made no attempt to make the boy return.

The teenager gave a quiet sigh to himself when he was out of Remus' hearing. The man was a very curious werewolf to deal with. It was like he really didn't understand werewolf culture and found it distressing that Harry not only did understand it but obviously embraced it as well. The day they had been properly introduced, Remus had hinted that he hadn't been turned willfully (which wasn't really at all surprising to Harry considering how well he knew Fenrir) so was there a possibility that he didn't like, didn't want, to be a werewolf? And if that was the case, why on Earth didn't he want to be one?

Those thoughts swirled around Harry's mind the entire journey back to his and Fenrir's rooms and they only left when he concentrated on calling out to his Alpha. "Fenrir, I'm back." He called into the empty living room as he headed straight towards the bedroom, simply assuming that was where the man was. "Remus just asked me to spend some time with him. I said tonight wasn't good but maybe later on in the week, what do you..."

Harry's voice faded to nothing at the sight that greeted him upon entering the bedroom. There, laying on their bed, was Fenrir in nothing but his naked skin. That, on its own, wouldn't be in the least shocking to Harry. The fact that the Alpha was lazily tugging on his straining erection was shocking however and the teenager quite forgot how to breathe for several moments.

"Something the matter, puppy?" Fenrir growled, his voice deepened with arousal.

"N-no, not really, I'm just...A bit surprised..." Harry said rather lamely, his eyes fixed to the sight of the man's moving hand. "Should I, uh, leave you to it?"

"It's been three days, Pup, and I'm not ignoring you anymore; what do you think this is for?"

The teenager swallowed, arousal starting to swirl throughout his body. "I, uh..."

"Take off your robe." Fenrir ordered then, cutting off Harry's words.

Harry complied without any real thought, lifting his robe up and over his head in one movement. After, he just let it drop to the floor uselessly.

A satisfied smirk crossed the Alpha's lips then and his hand left his dripping erection in favour of beckoning his mate closer. "Come here now, puppy, let me get you nice and hard."

Harry quickly shuffled over to the bed and wasted no time in getting on it, leaning up to meet Fenrir's lips in a lazy kiss. While most of their attention was focussed on that, Harry half-heartedly reached to the left where the bedside table was. He knew there would be a little pot of lubricant there that Severus had given him after that year's heat. Somehow, the professor had come to the correct conclusion that the two werewolves didn't actually ever use any "real" lubrication and so being the sensible man that he was, he had provided them with a type he had created himself (Harry hadn't been brave enough to ask whether being a lubricant was the concoction's original purpose or not).

It may have taken less time to find if the teenager was looking at what he was doing, but eventually his blind hand managed to come across the pot. Luckily the lid was already loose and it was easily to simply lift it off and drop it. Harry scooped out a generous amount onto three of his fingers and then brought them back to himself, not hesitating in moving them around to his rear and starting to tease his entrance with just one finger.

"Make it quick, pup." Fenrir growled as he broke the kiss in favour of speaking and then licking a trail to the teenager's ear.

"Someone's very impatient today." Harry teased, his breathing hitching as he did as he was told and dipped a finger inside of himself. He quickly pulled it out before he pushed it back in again along with a second finger.

"It's been three days of nothing." The man grunted as he lifted a hand between them to pinch at the boy's nipples.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Yours, for being an annoying little pup."

"Mmm, you could've just, ah, given me a spanking." Harry murmured, unable to control the odd noise of pleasure that interrupted his sentence at the adding of a third finger.

"A punishment doesn't do any good when it's enjoyed." Fenrir pointed out just as he gave one of the nipples he was toying with a sharp pinch.

That pleasurable pain seemed to tip Harry over the edge of rationality into the darkness of rash decisions. Despite his rather feeble preperation of himself, he lost his patience for any more. He yanked his fingers out of himself and reared up as he reached behind to hold his Alpha's erection steady for himself. Then, with one swift thrust downwards, he impaled himself completely in one go.

And then froze.

Fenrir grit his teeth at the sudden and rather unexpected pleasure and it took all his self-control not to start thrusting. In fact, the only reason he didn't was because of the expression on Harry's face. The boy's eyes were screwed shut tightly and his expression was fixed in a grimace of pain.

"And you said I'm impatient." He grunted, sitting up and wrapping his arms around the teenager, a hand dropping down to the smooth lower back where he stroked the skin there in comfort.

"Shut up." Harry groused. "I just need a second to adjust and then I'll be fine."

Fenrir gave an unconvinced grunt but said nothing.

What seemed like an eternity passed then, the two werewolves locked in their intimate embrace, unmoving. For Fenrir at least, it was maddening. In fact, his infamous impatience was on the verge of getting the better of him when things finally began again.

Very suddenly, Harry gave a hard, internal squeeze as he pulled himself closer to Fenrir and tilted his head to whisper in his ear: "Move, Fenrir."

The Alpha heaved a moan, partly of relief and partly of pleasure, his eyelids dropping to an almost-close and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his young mate latched his mouth onto his neck. The teenager had barely began to suckle on the skin when Fenrir took a painful hold on the boy's rear, his sharp finger nails digging into the flesh with a pressure that was no doubt close to breaking the skin. Harry, apparently, wasn't bothered, or if he was he said nothing about it. When that tight grip shoved his weight down at the same time as a harsh upward thrust came from Fenrir, Harry mewled in pleasure, his head lulling backwards and exposing his neck submissively. Fenrir's eyes cracked open and the sight he was greeted with prompted him to smirk in a most sinister manner. This was how he liked his puppy, this was when Harry was most beautiful to him.

Leaning forward and pulling Harry towards him at the same time, Fenrir licked a trail from the boy’s hardened left nipple to the dip of his throat. When the man's sharp teeth gently nipped at the smooth flesh, Harry let out a choked sound of surprise. The teenager's erection rubbed up and down on the rough surface of the Alpha's stomach with every withdrawal and following thrust upwards. Fenrir made certain that his pup was breeched as fully as possible with each thrust; when Harry was pushed back downwards, the man would thrust his hips upwards, meeting each powerful plunge. He pushed deeper, never relenting, even when the teenager gave a keening wail of absolute pleasure. The angle was obviously just right to hit the boy's prostate; Fenrir knew that cry of pleasure by heart.

Harry’s jaw hung open in a silent cry that never ended, his chest heaving dramatically as Fenrir's savage pounding became even more forceful. Young flesh slapped against more mature flesh, friction from body hair rubbed skin raw. Sweat dripped from both werewolves, mixing together to create a whole new scent made from both of their own. For both of them, it was intoxicating. It drove Harry to a new state of mind and he rode his Alpha's length without a care in his mind, whimpering with pleasure and submission with each thurst. Fenrir was driven to both end and prolong their mating, his thoughts blurred into a strange oxymoron through lust and desire.

The combination of multiple sensations brought their coupling to a sudden end. Harry was the first to fall, a long and high pitched moan leaving him as his seed spurted onto his lover's chest and his inner walls began to constrict. The spasming tunnel around Fenrir's erection tipped him over the edge four thrusts later and he was much louder in his completion. He roared/howled his pleasure for the entire school to hear as he released into his young mate, his thrusting slowing but not stopping until he was soft enough to slip from the abused entrance naturally.

Both werewolves collapsed, Fenrir falling backwards and pulling Harry with him. They lay there, panting and totally satiated. Neither said anything and simply basked in their mutual after-glow. It was like that, that they fell into an exhausted sleep.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

End of Chapter 19.
I have to admit, I'm not keen on this chapter but it refused to come out any better -.- Just doesn't sit right with me. Worst chapter for quite a while I think.
Still really have no idea how long this is going to be...I've planned up to Chapter 36 and I can't see how it'll end in four chapters so I guess we'll be suppassing forty O.o I really didn't expect this story to get so long when I started it but ideas to include kept popping into my head. I pretty much have the events cemented in my head now, it's just a matter of seeing how many chapters it'll take to play it all out. Will it reach my current record of 65 chapters? At this moment, I really can't say but it may be a possibility XD
And with that tantilising piece of information, I bid you all goodbye. But first, reviews!

darkpyroangel06
Aww, sorry about your bad week but I'm glad I could help cheer you up ^_^
I was the same as you when I saw Sweeney Todd; I'm sure I was getting on my friend's nerves when I kept tapping her to whisper my excitement XD I think even if Fenrir were to smell Sev on Harry, he wouldn't react as badly as he did before. He and Sev have a sort of trust between them now (hence why Sev calls him "Greyback now") and he understands that Harry is close with the man.
Oh my God, I couldn't write a fem-slash scene to save my life, I find it just as repulsive believe me. I can handle it in passing like you though. But Sev/Hermione? Oh my God, so very, very wrong! If I found a story with that in it, I'd just stop reading even if I really liked the story XD

Coobs
Glad you enjoyed it :)

Werewolf Mistress
I'm glad you've liked them ^_^ And I promise Chapter 19 will be here right on time.

Laie
I do have a plan for the dancing mushrooms, you haven't seen the last of them ^_^

Sirin Black
Glad you liked this chapter, and don't worry about my New Years, I've already made my peace with it ^_^

elphaba
I don't know how you missed all the updates considering they all came at the usual time XD And glad you enjoyed them all though ^_^

Take care, my loves, and I'll see you all next time.

Hugs
Dream