Beautifully Deranged
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Chapter 2
Beautifully Deranged
Chapter 2
Harry froze and turned towards the growling voice. He squinted, the Auror’s had taken his glasses, he was practically blind without them. As he looked towards the corner he saw a rather large blob with two amber glowing orbs. Harry continued to cradle his broken wrist to his chest.
“Wh-who are you?” Harry asked, trying not to let his fear show. He was, obviously, not succeeding.
The dark figure rose from its crouched position and slowly walked towards its prey.
Harry began to back up, only to find his back against the harsh cold stone wall. The cell wasn’t very big. He couldn’t get away from this man--thing if he tried. He soon found the burly man right in front of him, a little too close for comfort.
The man gave a wicked grin, showing off his pointed teeth. One of his hands instantly reached out and grabbed Harry’s wild hair and pulled the boy forward, having him crash against his own sturdy chest. He roughly jerked the boy’s head back and inhaled as he placed his nose in his hair. The man then brought his nose to Harry’s neck and took a big whiff.
“Ya smell good.” The man growled out, continuing to smell
Harry was literally shaking with fear. Who is this man? Is he a Death Eater? What is he going to do to me? Were just a few of the thoughts running through his mind. He really wished he had his glasses, though he doubted they would really help. The only source of light was a single candle across the hallway. It was always harder to see in the dark, even with his glasses. Even though the man was standing right in front of him, smelling his hair and neck, he couldn’t see him. He knew the man was strong as he felt the hard chiseled body pressed against him. His nails were long, as they were digging into his scalp. His breath was rancid as he could smell it. And his eyes…he had only seen eyes that color and that glowed once before. And that was when….
“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” He whispered. He had only seen eyes like that on Remus Lupin, when he had nearly killed him as a werewolf in his third year.
He heard a deep chuckle.
“Stating the obvious there, boy.” The gruff voice said as he continued to smell the boy. He reared his head back for a moment and then stuck out his tongue and licked the boy’s neck, tasting him for the first time. He growled. The boy was delightful. He tasted like cinnamon, and was very sweet. He knew then and there that the boy didn’t do whatever he was accused of. Animals have always had a sixth sense. Like how a dog won’t stop barking ten minutes before an earthquake happens. He could tell this boy was not capable of doing something so horrible as to land him in Azkaban. At least he was not capable yet.
He was also placed here with him. A Death Eater. A werewolf. A known child killer. Someone who enjoys ripping the flesh of little kids and spreading his curse to anyone and everyone he can. Watching as the sparkle in a little four year olds eyes dims and then is extinguished when dying.
Fenrir felt himself harden at the thought. Blood had always been a turn on, and the guards have so graciously given him this tasty little morsel to do what he pleases with. Then again, he looked at the frightened boy with sparkling emerald eyes, perhaps that is what the guards wanted. They wanted him to tare this beautiful boy apart…why would they do that?
No. He decided right there. The guards had put him through hell these past 13 years, he would not give into temptation. He would let the boy live. Thought perhaps he had some other uses.
Harry was terrified. The man--no werewolf had just licked his neck. He LICKED his NECK. Oh Merlin, he was going to die.
“I’m Fenrir, or Greyback if you wish. Now you listen up right now because I will not repeat myself. You will listen to me and do exactly what I say and we’ll get along just fine. Don’t listen…well…let’s just say you won’t like the consequences.” Fenrir warned the beautiful boy. “Understood.”
Harry nodded his head, which in turn earned him a rather hard slap on the back of his head.
“You will answer with words when I ask a question. Am I understood?” He questioned again. If the boy stayed submissive there would be no problems.
“Understood.” Harry whispered. He didn’t exactly like the idea of being ordered around…but this guy--werewolf looked like he could wipe the floor with him. It wouldn’t be exactly safe to tell him off. After all, the Auror’s put him here, they wouldn’t care if this man ripped him to shreds.
“Good.” The man, Greyback, released his head and Harry fell to the floor, once again cradling his wrist. The man, Greyback noticed the movement and harshly grabbed his arm. Harry began to whimper in pain.
Fenrir looked at the wrist. It was obviously broken if the bone was slightly poking out from his skin.
“Pup, this is really going to hurt.” He warned before one hand took Harry’s hand and his other took Harry’s arm and he pulled.
Everyone in Azkaban heard the scream, and the Auror’s smirked at each other, not even feeling the tiniest bit of remorse.
“What did I tell you, Danny? Pay up, he got him within the hour.” One said.
“Damn, I really thought he would play with him a little.” Danny said, handing over a pouch of galleons, sickles, and knuts. They had both bet on the amount of time it would take Fenrir to make his move. They would go to “collect” the boy in a few hours, they wanted Fenrir to have his fun. Hopefully, there would not be anything left to clean up. Greyback always did like blood and flesh. They supposed that having the great Harry Potter for dinner would be a great honor.
Harry had tears running down his face. That had really hurt. He jumped as Fenrir ripped off part off his shirt, exposing part of Harry’s stomach. He then wrapped his wrist up tight to help keep the bone in place.
Harry looked up at Fenrir. “Thank you.” He whispered.
Fenrir just gave him that toothy grin of his. “I didn’t do it for you, boy.” He saw the boy look at him in confusion. Fenrir leaned his head so it was at the boy’s ear. “I did it for me.” He nipped at the shell of the ear.
He heard the boy, he still didn’t know his name (nor did he care to), take in a short breath. The boy couldn’t have been more than 13 or 14. Of course, the younger the better. He always loved the taste of the young ones…though he couldn’t exactly kill this one, he could still have his fun.
“Strip.” Fenrir ordered. When he had exposed the boy’s stomach earlier and saw the pale flesh it had turned him on. Not to mention the boy was a screamer. He wanted to make him scream over and over again. Both in pain and pleasure.
“What?” Harry was confused. This man--Fenrir, wanted to strip? What the hell for? He felt the side of his head get smacked, making him see stars for a moment. He shook it off and looked at the werewolf.
“I said strip.” Fenrir growled.
Harry slowly began to slide off his shirt and unzipping his pants.
Fenrir just stood and watched in fascination as the boy’s pale flesh was exposed inch by inch.
Harry eventually stood there completely starkers and biting his lower lip, a nervous habit he had. He looked out through his bangs to take in the werewolf’s expression. He had never been completely naked in front of someone before. Sure he would sometimes sleep in his boxers, and every once in a while get changed in front of others in the boy’s dormitory. But he was never completely nude in front of someone. And never had anyone looked at him while he was changing. Not the way Fenrir was.
Fenrir just stared at the youth. He was so…pretty. An odd term for a boy, but that’s exactly what he was. He had almost expected to see small breasts and lack of male genitals when the boy exposed himself, but he was indeed just that. A boy. He was youthful, slightly muscled…though not enough to give him a six pack of abs, and his hair was completely wild. He also had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. They reminded Fenrir of the forest he had lived in. The exact same color as the leaves of the trees. They reminded him of home, at least his home before he joined the Death Eaters. And the boy’s penis was small, showing how young he truly was. It would grow in later years, but it was still a bit on the small side for a boy his age.
He saw it twitch suddenly. He raised a brow. Did the boy like to be watched? Did he like being exposed to a strange man he didn’t even know? Fenrir gave that toothy, but wicked grin once more. He liked this kid even more.
“Come here.” He ordered.
Harry walked slowly towards the blurry figure with glowing amber eyes. He walked until he was right in front of the man with nothing on except for the wrap around his broken wrist.
“Sit on my lap.” Fenrir commanded from his place on the dirty cot.
Harry sat down and the cot creaked at the extra weight. It was old and rickety and strained with only one person on it. With two people the cot wouldn’t last long.
Fenrir immediately began to suck and kiss the boy’s neck, feeling him shudder in either fear, pleasure, or revulsion. He hoped it was one of the first two. It would make the boy more compliant if he feared him or wanted him. Fenrir wasn’t the most attractive being (He didn’t know Harry was nearly blind at this point in time). He had long gray hair that was matted dirt and who knows what else. He hadn’t had a shower in over a decade thanks to prison life. He had long sharp yellow nails and pointed teeth and had hair all over. He was truly a frightening sight.
Fenrir stopped his thoughts and began to fondle the boy’s balls. He was so responsive! The boy immediately arched into the touch creating a delightful friction when he squirmed into his own harness.
Harry wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Guys didn’t do this type of thing with other guys, but Merlin did that feel good. Fenrir was sucking and nibbling his neck and touching him in places that no one else ever had.
Fenrir slowly shifted the boy so he was on his stomach underneath him. He licked down the boy’s back until he reached the crack of the ass and then plunged in. They didn’t have any lube, so he had to use his own saliva…even that would not be enough, but it was better than nothing. He heard the boy give another gasp and saw him grab the bars in the front of the cell. Fenrir then withdrew his tongue and put his fingers to the boy’s mouth.
“Suck.” Fenrir rasped.
Harry immediately complied. The fingers were only in his mouth for a few moments before they withdrew. He then felt something long and sharp enter his bottom. He drew in a deep breath gripped the bars in front of him a bit tighter and squeezed his eyes shut. This was getting a bit painful.
When Fenrir entered a finger he was slightly surprised to find resistance. Teenagers were losing their virginity younger and younger theses days, he was surprised that this boy was still so tight…unless…
“Pup?” He asked grabbing the boy’s attention.
Harry looked over shoulder at the man.
“You a virgin?” Fenrir asked rather huskily.
Harry began to nod only to remember what Fenrir said earlier about answering with words. “Yes.” He whispered.
Fenrir leaned in towards him and growled in his ear. “Good. Your mine now.” He said as he plunged another sharp finger in causing the boy to hiss in pain. Soon a third and fourth finger were worked in and the boy was thrusting back.
Fenrir finally withdrew his fingers and spit on his hands. He slicked up his abnormally large cock and put it on the crook of the boy’s arse. “You ready?”
Harry could feel the very blunt end of what he now knew to be his cell mate’s cock behind him. He knew even if he said no the man would plunge in anyway.
But he didn’t want to say no.
“Yes. Please, take me.” He whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut once more and a few tears slipped down his face. He didn’t expect it to hurt this much. The man behind him was sliding in forever, going deeper than what Harry thought possible, until finally he stopped. Harry tried to get his bearings in order.
Fenrir stopped for about a minute before he began to move. He couldn’t help he was impatient, then again, 13 years of forced celibacy would do that to a person. He slipped out and plunged back in forcefully causing the boy under him to scream in surprise. He did once again after changing his angle slightly. Still he didn’t find what he was looking for until he pulled out and rammed back in.
“MERLIN!” Harry screeched, pushing back with all his might, trying to make Fenrir hit that spot again.
Fenrir grinned. “Found your prostate, did I?” He chuckled and rammed into that spot over and over again.
Harry soon became an animal, moving frantically to meet Fenrir’s every thrust. Moaning like he was in heat. Wailing whenever Fenrir hit that spot.
Fenrir soon grew bored of this position and flipped the boy over while he was still inside him, the boy screamed but still continued to meet his thrusts, regardless of the blood now pooling between his legs.
Harry just knew that something was tore, but at this point he really did not care. The pleasure from Fenrir far exceeded any pain at this time. He felt the cot beneath them collapse underneath the strain of the two men, but neither cared. All that mattered was the delicious feelings the two were getting from this union.
As soon as Fenrir grabbed the boy’s cock, Harry exploded. His semen splashing both men. Fenrir feeling the already tight area clamp up fired his seed right into the boy.
Harry panted from exertion. Fenrir jut collapsed next to the panting boy, not bothering to remove himself from the pleasant heat of Harry’s anus, or even bothering to wipe the come off of himself. Harry just snuggled up to the heat of Fenrir’s embrace.
“What’s going on here?” A snooty voice asked.
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There you go. There won’t be an update until my next day off. Unfortunately, that won’t be until sometime after Saturday. I work 1-10 Tuesday through Saturday this week. The hours suck, but a job’s a job.
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Carinny: I know. A lot of people abandon Fenrir/Harry stories. It rather sucks. But I’m glad you enjoy them. Thanks for the review!
vider le demarreur: I know. I used to update my other story nearly everyday, but I’m now working odd hours full time until my college classes start (which will suck a lot of my time out) that I rarely have time to write the story. But I will update as often as I can. Thanks for the review!
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Snapeisthebest: It’s an odd pairing, but you can’t help but like it. I like Harry with really dominant men. Voldemort, Fenrir, Snape, Lucius….love them all. Thanks for the review!
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Chapter 2
Harry froze and turned towards the growling voice. He squinted, the Auror’s had taken his glasses, he was practically blind without them. As he looked towards the corner he saw a rather large blob with two amber glowing orbs. Harry continued to cradle his broken wrist to his chest.
“Wh-who are you?” Harry asked, trying not to let his fear show. He was, obviously, not succeeding.
The dark figure rose from its crouched position and slowly walked towards its prey.
Harry began to back up, only to find his back against the harsh cold stone wall. The cell wasn’t very big. He couldn’t get away from this man--thing if he tried. He soon found the burly man right in front of him, a little too close for comfort.
The man gave a wicked grin, showing off his pointed teeth. One of his hands instantly reached out and grabbed Harry’s wild hair and pulled the boy forward, having him crash against his own sturdy chest. He roughly jerked the boy’s head back and inhaled as he placed his nose in his hair. The man then brought his nose to Harry’s neck and took a big whiff.
“Ya smell good.” The man growled out, continuing to smell
Harry was literally shaking with fear. Who is this man? Is he a Death Eater? What is he going to do to me? Were just a few of the thoughts running through his mind. He really wished he had his glasses, though he doubted they would really help. The only source of light was a single candle across the hallway. It was always harder to see in the dark, even with his glasses. Even though the man was standing right in front of him, smelling his hair and neck, he couldn’t see him. He knew the man was strong as he felt the hard chiseled body pressed against him. His nails were long, as they were digging into his scalp. His breath was rancid as he could smell it. And his eyes…he had only seen eyes that color and that glowed once before. And that was when….
“You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” He whispered. He had only seen eyes like that on Remus Lupin, when he had nearly killed him as a werewolf in his third year.
He heard a deep chuckle.
“Stating the obvious there, boy.” The gruff voice said as he continued to smell the boy. He reared his head back for a moment and then stuck out his tongue and licked the boy’s neck, tasting him for the first time. He growled. The boy was delightful. He tasted like cinnamon, and was very sweet. He knew then and there that the boy didn’t do whatever he was accused of. Animals have always had a sixth sense. Like how a dog won’t stop barking ten minutes before an earthquake happens. He could tell this boy was not capable of doing something so horrible as to land him in Azkaban. At least he was not capable yet.
He was also placed here with him. A Death Eater. A werewolf. A known child killer. Someone who enjoys ripping the flesh of little kids and spreading his curse to anyone and everyone he can. Watching as the sparkle in a little four year olds eyes dims and then is extinguished when dying.
Fenrir felt himself harden at the thought. Blood had always been a turn on, and the guards have so graciously given him this tasty little morsel to do what he pleases with. Then again, he looked at the frightened boy with sparkling emerald eyes, perhaps that is what the guards wanted. They wanted him to tare this beautiful boy apart…why would they do that?
No. He decided right there. The guards had put him through hell these past 13 years, he would not give into temptation. He would let the boy live. Thought perhaps he had some other uses.
Harry was terrified. The man--no werewolf had just licked his neck. He LICKED his NECK. Oh Merlin, he was going to die.
“I’m Fenrir, or Greyback if you wish. Now you listen up right now because I will not repeat myself. You will listen to me and do exactly what I say and we’ll get along just fine. Don’t listen…well…let’s just say you won’t like the consequences.” Fenrir warned the beautiful boy. “Understood.”
Harry nodded his head, which in turn earned him a rather hard slap on the back of his head.
“You will answer with words when I ask a question. Am I understood?” He questioned again. If the boy stayed submissive there would be no problems.
“Understood.” Harry whispered. He didn’t exactly like the idea of being ordered around…but this guy--werewolf looked like he could wipe the floor with him. It wouldn’t be exactly safe to tell him off. After all, the Auror’s put him here, they wouldn’t care if this man ripped him to shreds.
“Good.” The man, Greyback, released his head and Harry fell to the floor, once again cradling his wrist. The man, Greyback noticed the movement and harshly grabbed his arm. Harry began to whimper in pain.
Fenrir looked at the wrist. It was obviously broken if the bone was slightly poking out from his skin.
“Pup, this is really going to hurt.” He warned before one hand took Harry’s hand and his other took Harry’s arm and he pulled.
Everyone in Azkaban heard the scream, and the Auror’s smirked at each other, not even feeling the tiniest bit of remorse.
“What did I tell you, Danny? Pay up, he got him within the hour.” One said.
“Damn, I really thought he would play with him a little.” Danny said, handing over a pouch of galleons, sickles, and knuts. They had both bet on the amount of time it would take Fenrir to make his move. They would go to “collect” the boy in a few hours, they wanted Fenrir to have his fun. Hopefully, there would not be anything left to clean up. Greyback always did like blood and flesh. They supposed that having the great Harry Potter for dinner would be a great honor.
Harry had tears running down his face. That had really hurt. He jumped as Fenrir ripped off part off his shirt, exposing part of Harry’s stomach. He then wrapped his wrist up tight to help keep the bone in place.
Harry looked up at Fenrir. “Thank you.” He whispered.
Fenrir just gave him that toothy grin of his. “I didn’t do it for you, boy.” He saw the boy look at him in confusion. Fenrir leaned his head so it was at the boy’s ear. “I did it for me.” He nipped at the shell of the ear.
He heard the boy, he still didn’t know his name (nor did he care to), take in a short breath. The boy couldn’t have been more than 13 or 14. Of course, the younger the better. He always loved the taste of the young ones…though he couldn’t exactly kill this one, he could still have his fun.
“Strip.” Fenrir ordered. When he had exposed the boy’s stomach earlier and saw the pale flesh it had turned him on. Not to mention the boy was a screamer. He wanted to make him scream over and over again. Both in pain and pleasure.
“What?” Harry was confused. This man--Fenrir, wanted to strip? What the hell for? He felt the side of his head get smacked, making him see stars for a moment. He shook it off and looked at the werewolf.
“I said strip.” Fenrir growled.
Harry slowly began to slide off his shirt and unzipping his pants.
Fenrir just stood and watched in fascination as the boy’s pale flesh was exposed inch by inch.
Harry eventually stood there completely starkers and biting his lower lip, a nervous habit he had. He looked out through his bangs to take in the werewolf’s expression. He had never been completely naked in front of someone before. Sure he would sometimes sleep in his boxers, and every once in a while get changed in front of others in the boy’s dormitory. But he was never completely nude in front of someone. And never had anyone looked at him while he was changing. Not the way Fenrir was.
Fenrir just stared at the youth. He was so…pretty. An odd term for a boy, but that’s exactly what he was. He had almost expected to see small breasts and lack of male genitals when the boy exposed himself, but he was indeed just that. A boy. He was youthful, slightly muscled…though not enough to give him a six pack of abs, and his hair was completely wild. He also had the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. They reminded Fenrir of the forest he had lived in. The exact same color as the leaves of the trees. They reminded him of home, at least his home before he joined the Death Eaters. And the boy’s penis was small, showing how young he truly was. It would grow in later years, but it was still a bit on the small side for a boy his age.
He saw it twitch suddenly. He raised a brow. Did the boy like to be watched? Did he like being exposed to a strange man he didn’t even know? Fenrir gave that toothy, but wicked grin once more. He liked this kid even more.
“Come here.” He ordered.
Harry walked slowly towards the blurry figure with glowing amber eyes. He walked until he was right in front of the man with nothing on except for the wrap around his broken wrist.
“Sit on my lap.” Fenrir commanded from his place on the dirty cot.
Harry sat down and the cot creaked at the extra weight. It was old and rickety and strained with only one person on it. With two people the cot wouldn’t last long.
Fenrir immediately began to suck and kiss the boy’s neck, feeling him shudder in either fear, pleasure, or revulsion. He hoped it was one of the first two. It would make the boy more compliant if he feared him or wanted him. Fenrir wasn’t the most attractive being (He didn’t know Harry was nearly blind at this point in time). He had long gray hair that was matted dirt and who knows what else. He hadn’t had a shower in over a decade thanks to prison life. He had long sharp yellow nails and pointed teeth and had hair all over. He was truly a frightening sight.
Fenrir stopped his thoughts and began to fondle the boy’s balls. He was so responsive! The boy immediately arched into the touch creating a delightful friction when he squirmed into his own harness.
Harry wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. Guys didn’t do this type of thing with other guys, but Merlin did that feel good. Fenrir was sucking and nibbling his neck and touching him in places that no one else ever had.
Fenrir slowly shifted the boy so he was on his stomach underneath him. He licked down the boy’s back until he reached the crack of the ass and then plunged in. They didn’t have any lube, so he had to use his own saliva…even that would not be enough, but it was better than nothing. He heard the boy give another gasp and saw him grab the bars in the front of the cell. Fenrir then withdrew his tongue and put his fingers to the boy’s mouth.
“Suck.” Fenrir rasped.
Harry immediately complied. The fingers were only in his mouth for a few moments before they withdrew. He then felt something long and sharp enter his bottom. He drew in a deep breath gripped the bars in front of him a bit tighter and squeezed his eyes shut. This was getting a bit painful.
When Fenrir entered a finger he was slightly surprised to find resistance. Teenagers were losing their virginity younger and younger theses days, he was surprised that this boy was still so tight…unless…
“Pup?” He asked grabbing the boy’s attention.
Harry looked over shoulder at the man.
“You a virgin?” Fenrir asked rather huskily.
Harry began to nod only to remember what Fenrir said earlier about answering with words. “Yes.” He whispered.
Fenrir leaned in towards him and growled in his ear. “Good. Your mine now.” He said as he plunged another sharp finger in causing the boy to hiss in pain. Soon a third and fourth finger were worked in and the boy was thrusting back.
Fenrir finally withdrew his fingers and spit on his hands. He slicked up his abnormally large cock and put it on the crook of the boy’s arse. “You ready?”
Harry could feel the very blunt end of what he now knew to be his cell mate’s cock behind him. He knew even if he said no the man would plunge in anyway.
But he didn’t want to say no.
“Yes. Please, take me.” He whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut once more and a few tears slipped down his face. He didn’t expect it to hurt this much. The man behind him was sliding in forever, going deeper than what Harry thought possible, until finally he stopped. Harry tried to get his bearings in order.
Fenrir stopped for about a minute before he began to move. He couldn’t help he was impatient, then again, 13 years of forced celibacy would do that to a person. He slipped out and plunged back in forcefully causing the boy under him to scream in surprise. He did once again after changing his angle slightly. Still he didn’t find what he was looking for until he pulled out and rammed back in.
“MERLIN!” Harry screeched, pushing back with all his might, trying to make Fenrir hit that spot again.
Fenrir grinned. “Found your prostate, did I?” He chuckled and rammed into that spot over and over again.
Harry soon became an animal, moving frantically to meet Fenrir’s every thrust. Moaning like he was in heat. Wailing whenever Fenrir hit that spot.
Fenrir soon grew bored of this position and flipped the boy over while he was still inside him, the boy screamed but still continued to meet his thrusts, regardless of the blood now pooling between his legs.
Harry just knew that something was tore, but at this point he really did not care. The pleasure from Fenrir far exceeded any pain at this time. He felt the cot beneath them collapse underneath the strain of the two men, but neither cared. All that mattered was the delicious feelings the two were getting from this union.
As soon as Fenrir grabbed the boy’s cock, Harry exploded. His semen splashing both men. Fenrir feeling the already tight area clamp up fired his seed right into the boy.
Harry panted from exertion. Fenrir jut collapsed next to the panting boy, not bothering to remove himself from the pleasant heat of Harry’s anus, or even bothering to wipe the come off of himself. Harry just snuggled up to the heat of Fenrir’s embrace.
“What’s going on here?” A snooty voice asked.
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There you go. There won’t be an update until my next day off. Unfortunately, that won’t be until sometime after Saturday. I work 1-10 Tuesday through Saturday this week. The hours suck, but a job’s a job.
Anyone who wants to know when updates are needs to leave their email address.
Thanks to reviewers:
Lioncourt: Glad you approve. Thanks for the review!
Varjo: Yeah, the first one was more of a prologue. Updates will still be shorter than most stories though. Thanks for the review!
Sanji_is_weird: There you go. Thanks for the review!
ZombieDuke: Yup. And here’s a chapter of slashy goodness. Thanks for the review!
Celestialuna: Thanks for the review!
Carinny: I know. A lot of people abandon Fenrir/Harry stories. It rather sucks. But I’m glad you enjoy them. Thanks for the review!
vider le demarreur: I know. I used to update my other story nearly everyday, but I’m now working odd hours full time until my college classes start (which will suck a lot of my time out) that I rarely have time to write the story. But I will update as often as I can. Thanks for the review!
Love2bug63670: Thanks for the review!
Zuka: Thanks for the review!
Snapeisthebest: It’s an odd pairing, but you can’t help but like it. I like Harry with really dominant men. Voldemort, Fenrir, Snape, Lucius….love them all. Thanks for the review!
Raven: Thanks for the review!
Romanticfae: Thanks for the review!
Tesgura: Thanks for the review!
Ode to Gringotts: Yup! Thanks for the review!
Byond_repair: You just need to leave your email in a review and I can mail you with the next update. Thanks for the review!
hell_on_earth: Nope. No cold feet. I worked everyday since the completion of Dark Gifts until Book 7 came out. I spent my days off reading it. This is my first time I’ve been available to write it. Plus, my mom is STILL in the hospital. She was admitted two weeks ago and is still there, so the hospital is an hour away so that too takes up free time. She will hopefully be coming home soon. Thanks for the review!
reflections_of_fear: Thanks for the review!
Kaisei13: Thanks for the review!
Alright that’s it. And for any of you who have never watched Potter Puppet Pals do so. They are rather amusing. I was cracking up watching those on youtube today. “bother,bother,bother…” So funny. Anyway, please review.