Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

I'm feeling a bit better about how I've written Sirius because of everyone's encouragement in their reviews, so thank you for that :) It makes me feel a whole lot better about this fic in general and I managed to get two chapters done this fortnight instead of just one. So I'm an extra chapter closer to finishing and you're all an extra chapter closer to getting weekly updates XD

And now, on with this chapter!

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An entire week passed before things calmed down and another meeting between Harry and Sirius was arranged. It was much the same situation as before only the meeting was taking place in the more Harry-friendly environment of the rooms he shared with Fenrir. It was insisted upon by the Alpha who reasoned that Sirius' previous behaviour had lost him the right to a meet on neutral ground. So, it was on a quiet Sunday afternoon that the living room of the werewolves' quarters was filled with wizards.

Fenrir sat in the armchair that was rapidly becoming his territory while Harry sat on the floor just in front of him, his legs under the coffee table (he had decided it be best to not be too near his lover for Sirius' sake). Opposite them, in the other armchair, was Dumbledore with a cup and saucer resting on his lap. Remus and Sirius sat side by side on the three seat sofa in between the two armchairs, Sirius on the side closest to his godson. Severus stood a little off to the side of the room, opposite the two men he had attended Hogwarts with when he had been young. Harry was pouring tea for everyone and with Dumbledore and Remus served, it was Sirius' turn to have his.

"Milk and sugar?" The teenager asked with a pleasant smile in the man's direction.

"Little bit of both, please." Sirius confirmed. He appeared as though he was going to stop talking there but a nudge in the side from Remus had him opening his mouth again. "I'm sorry for how I behaved last time, Harry. It wasn't fair of me to act like that."

An audible snort came from Severus, something Sirius probably would have been provoked by unless Harry hadn't answered as quickly as possible, his intent to prevent such a thing from happening. "Oh, that's all right. I know you've had a tough time over the last decade and a half, you're allowed to be a bit on edge."

Sirius watched his godson in something akin to disbelief as the boy picked up the now full cup and offered it to him on its saucer. Only when he recovered did he accept the cup, smiling happily as he did. "I may not understand how it happened, but I'm relieved to see that you've grown up to be just like your parents, despite the way you've been raised." There, he threw a dirty look in Fenrir's direction.

The Alpha was completely unphased by the look. "I didn't raise him, our Sire did." He grunted.

"Your Sire." Sirius corrected sharply.

"We share the same Sire." Harry told his godfather as he began to fill another cup with tea for Severus.

"You're not a werewolf, Harry." The wizard told him rather sternly.

"Yes he is." Fenrir disagreed seriously, just a hint of irritation and anger seeping into his voice.

Sirius barely spared the other adult a glance before he spoke to Harry again. "Do you transform during the full moon?"

Harry silently shook his head.

"Then you're not a werewolf."

"Do grow up, Black." Severus sneered then, deciding he had kept quiet for far too long. "Regardless of the fact that Harry doesn't transform during the full moon, it's impossible to deny that he has several attributes associated with the symptoms of lycanthropsy."

"No one asked your opinion, Snivellous." Sirius shot back nastily. "There's no such thing as having a little bit of lycanthropsy; you either have it or you don't."

"Not everything is so black and white." The Potions Master continued to argue.

"Have him tested then! I can't believe he's been here for over a year and no one's come up with the idea to examine him medically."

"No one is examining my pup, especially not with magic." Fenrir growled then.

"He's not a pup and he certainly isn't yours." Sirius said, his voice raised in anger and prompting Fenrir to give another growl and rise to his feet. In an instant, Sirius was on his feet too, as was Harry who quickly stepped in between the pair.

"Come now, boys," Dumbledore said calmly, speaking for the first time since he'd been served his tea. "Things were going so well, no need to spoil it all now."

Neither of the men reacted until they glanced to Harry. The teenager had such a worried and disappointed expression on his face, they couldn't help but relent. Both shot the other a dirty look before they slowly sank back into their own chairs; it was a mutual decision, no one had lost and no one had won.

With that potential explosion stopped (at least for that moment) Harry sank back onto his knees and resumed pouring the tea. A tense atmosphere remained for the rest of the visit, however, and it totally ruined everything for the teenager. He thought that Sirius seemed like a really nice man who was a lot of fun to be around, but if he continued to be so difficult and hostile towards the two people Harry cared about the most, then he really couldn't see how he could have any sort of relationship with his godfather.

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Piano music drifted through the area immediately surrounding Professor Snape's private rooms and the sound of a voice singing, much younger than the adult's could just about be heard as well. It was a pleasant sound. Not necessarily pleasant enough to justify paying for it, but it wasn't the sort of voice and music no one would protest against hearing.

It was the second evening of the full moon of December, and the time was coming when many of the school's inhabitants would return to their homes to spend the holidays with their families. Unfortunately, that time had not yet come and so everyone was still wandering around, including Draco Malfoy whom Harry had only just managed to avoid that very afternoon. He had then been snagged by Sirius almost immediately after who had insisted on them spending some time together which wasn't so bad when it was just the two of them. The trouble with Sirius seemed to start when there was anyone else in the room other than Remus or Dumbledore.

"Concentrate, Harry," Severus suddenly chided as he tapped the side of the teenager's head.

"Hmm?" Harry replied distractedly.

"You just played a wrong note."

The teenager frowned. "No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"When?"

Severus simply reached forward and pointed to the bar on the page of the music book they were using.

Harry peered at the notes and frowned. "That's what I played."

The professor raised an eyebrow at that. "I beg to differ."

"You can beg to differ all you want but I know what I played." Harry insisted, sticking his nose in the air. He then shot a playful glance to his teacher, just to show that he wasn't, in fact, being serious anymore.

Severus obviously caught the glance and gave a light chuckle. However, the laugh was cut short when he suddenly took in a deep hissed breath and clutched his left forearm to his chest. His student was immediately alarmed and moved to rest his hands on the man's shoulder.

"Severus are you okay?"

"I have to go." The man said abruptly, standing and leaving the piano bench before he hurried through the door that led into his bedroom.

"What? Why?" Harry gasped, also rising and approaching the bedroom.

Severus didn't answer but he didn't need to. When Harry saw the man reach into his wardrobe and pull out a black cloak and a white mask, he got his answer as to where his professor was going. He was being called to see Voldemort.

Harry had never actually been around to see Severus go to a Death Eater meeting. Their lessons were always cancelled on the nights Severus had to leave...Realising that made Harry freeze. That's right, Severus always cancelled their lessons, no doubt so the teenager didn't have to be around when it was time to leave. So why hadn't he cancelled their lesson that night? Was it possible that this wasn't an arranged meeting? Was it possible that Severus hadn't known he was going to be called?

"You weren't expecting this, were you?" Harry demanded, standing in the bedroom doorway to stop his teacher from leaving the room. "If you had been, you would've cancelled the lesson. You didn't know you were going to be called tonight, did you?"

Severus' silence to that said everything.

"Oh please, Severus, don't go." The teenager pleaded desperately. "If you weren't expecting it then it can't be good!"

"Move, Harry." The adult ordered stoicly once he was wearing his cloak and mask.

"Severus, please..."

Severus said nothing more and simply pushed past the teenager rather roughly. Harry put up no resistance though he could have sworn he felt his heart break a little bit. He watched his teacher leave through the portrait hole that led to the corridor outside. Even long after Severus had gone, Harry remained standing there, staring after him.

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Harry had waited. He'd waited a good two hours for Severus to return. Severus hadn't returned. Eventually, it had all become to much for the teenager. No longer could he simply sit around and wait for his teacher and friend to return. So, he left the professor's rooms and instead wandered the corridors of the school. He had no particular destination in mind, he simply wanted to keep himself busy so he wasn't sitting on the sofa, watching the minutes tick by on the grandfather clock.

Unfortunately, the walking was doing very little to keep his mind off of everything that was happening. His thoughts still circled around Severus, hoping he was all right, wondering if he would ever see the man again. Harry desperately wanted something, anything, to distract himself, but when a distraction did present itself, he wasn't sure he had wished wisely. The form of Draco Malfoy appeared around a corner ahead of the part werewolf and since it was the middle of the night and there was no one else around, it was obvious that they were going to see each other and they were going to have to interact.

"Harry? What are you doing out so late at night?" The blond asked with a small frown that clearly displayed his worry as he hurried over to where the dark haired teenager had momentarily paused.

"What are you doing out so late?" Harry returned a little harshly.

"I'm a prefect, I'm allowed to be."

"Oh." Was all the smaller teenager could say to that, feeling instantly foolish. He swiftly began to walk on again and the Slytherin was quick to follow on after him.

Draco said nothing else then and simply walked alongside the dark haired boy. However, eventually, after simply staring at Harry for long enough, he broke the silence. "What is it bothering you?" He asked gently.

Harry said nothing.

"You know talking about it might make you feel better."

Harry took a quick glance at his companion then. Perhaps talking about it would help him feel better, or at least help him to work everything in his mind out. Could Draco be trusted though? After all, both Severus and Fenrir had warned him about talking to the Slytherin and it was such a sensitive subject to talk to the son of a Death Eater about. But there was no one else around and Harry so wanted to get things off of his chest...

"It's Severus." He started off with, his words mumbled quietly and barely audible.

"Did you have an argument with him?" Draco questioned kindly.

Harry shook his head mutely before explaining a bit more. "We were having a music lesson when he suddenly gasped in pain and clutched his left arm. Then he grabbed a cloak and a mask and left. I think...I think Voldemort must have called him."

"Those loyal to the Dark Lord have nothing to fear from him."

"How do you know that?" Harry demanded, consciously stopping himself from telling the other boy that Severus wasn't loyal. "Men like Voldemort, you can't predict what they're thinking or what they feel or how they're going to act. What if he's just in a bad mood and wants someone to take his frustration out on? I don't want him to take away Severus like he took away my parents."

Another quiet fell over them then, the only sound being their footsteps on the stone beneath their feet. Harry felt incredibly awkward. In a strange way, he did want to talk about it; he wanted to yell questions and vent his anger and frustrations out loud to someone simply to get things off of his chest rather than because he wanted answers. But the only person around at that moment was someone who could be a potential enemy. Draco was a son of someone who worked for Voldemort. Surely that sort of person was far too dangerous to speak such a sensitive subject to?

"You know my father's a Death Eater." Draco suddenly spoke, startling Harry quite a bit and prompting him to look to the blond with surprised eyes. "When I was younger, I never understood his choice, but I was proud of it, because I'd been told that the Dark Lord was a wise man and would make a just ruler. But then I grew up and I started to see things how they really are."

Draco paused then, apparently struggling with the exact same thing that Harry was; he wasn't sure he should be speaking such words to someone who might prove to be a danger. The dark haired teenager actually felt rather reassured that his companion was suffering the same worries as him and it gave him the courage to do something he wouldn't have done before. He reached out to the blond and rested a supportive hand on his shoulder. If the move startled or surprised the Slytherin then he hid it very well as Harry could discern no such trouble.

"I still don't understand his choice, but I am no longer proud of it. I want to stay on his side though, because who else does he have?" Draco asked rhetorically, turning sad eyes onto Harry. "The Dark Lord would abandon him the moment he does something wrong enough and the other Death Eaters, well, their loyalty is only to themselves. To be honest, I dread to think what the world would be like if the Dark Lord succeeds."

To say that Harry was surprised at that little speech would be an understatement. From what he had been told by those closest to him, Draco Malfoy was not someone to be trusted or even associated with. Yet here he was, listening to the blond admit several things that could no doubt land him in trouble if heard by the wrong ears. It went against Harry's expectations and he was, admittedly, rather at a loss of how to react.

Draco seemed to take Harry's silence as some sort of rejection, however. He gave a light sigh of disappointment and sadness before he picked up his pace, obviously with the intention of leaving the other teenager behind.

Harry could've let him go, probably should have let him go, but after what he had just been told...He felt a sudden kinship with the blond boy. Both he and Draco were just two boys barely out of childhood who had become involved in something very dangerous, not because they wanted to be, but because of those around them. If anyone understood their situation, it would be each other, and surely having a confidant of such was something to be seized rather than sacrificed.

"Draco, wait..." Harry said as he too picked up his pace to hurry around the taller teenager.

The Malfoy stopped accordingly, just in front of the school's front entrance doors, and turned to look as Harry hurried after him. When the dark haired boy had reached him, there was nothing but silence again. This time, however, the earnest expression on Harry's face said more than words ever could. It told Draco that he understood, that he sympathised, and that he cared.

Both boys stood there, standing close and simply looking at each other. The tender moment was broken in an instant though when one of the school's front doors opened quite suddenly. The two teenagers turned their heads to look and both saw the stooped figure of a very rough looking Severus. He was clinging to the door frame, obviously having trouble supporting his own weight, breathing heavily, and the part werewolf present could detect the scent of his blood in the air.

"Severus!" Harry cried in horror as he rushed forward, towards his teacher.

It was just as the boy reached him that the man passed out and he was forced to catch the whole weight of the adult. Harry struggled with it and ended up crumbling to the ground, his knees hitting the stone floor hard. The pain from that barely registered in his mind however; he was too frantic about the condition of Severus. Unconscious and obviously bleeding from more than a few places, some spots quite badly; it was a very worrying sight.

"Severus!" He tried to call again, gently jostling the body his cradled in his arms.

"He needs medical attention, I'll go and get Madam Pomfrey." Draco said moments before he dashed away.

Harry turned to watch the blond teenager leave before he returned his attention to Severus. The usually pale face looked all the paler, even more so when it was streaked in blood as it was. The teenager felt tears come to his eyes and he leaned down to bury his face against the man's chest. At least it meant he no longer had to look at that blood-smeared face.

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The sun had risen and it had set again, twenty-four hours had passed, and Severus was yet to wake up. What was worse still was that no one knew exactly why he had yet to wake up. All of Madam Pomfrey's checks had come back fine, she had found no explanation as to why the Potions Master had not yet woken. Dumbledore also had no explanation. And with no explanation, there was no cure. Without a cure, they simply had to wait for Severus to wake up by himself, if he ever did.

Harry had stayed by the bedside, barely moving. He sat on a chair and held Severus' left hand in between both of his own, sometimes pressing the knuckles to his forehead, other times simply looking down at their laced fingers. He had never felt so hopeless and useless before. There was nothing he could do to help his friend and it tore at his insides and made him want to cry.

Unfortunately for the teenager, just when he wanted to be left alone, both Sirius and Professor Dumbledore had decided to join him. perhaps Dumbledore wasn't such a hardship; there was something strangely comforting about the man's presence. Sirius, however, was someone Harry really didn't want around at that moment. Right now, if he had to be spoken to, he wanted reassurance and support. What was Sirius giving him? Insult after insult about Severus, and how it all couldn't have happened to a better person.

"Whatever happened, it was no doubt his own stupid fault." His godfather was saying, his tone sneering. "I've been telling you that we need a better spy than Snivellous. The man's a coward. I'm surprised he's lasted as long as he has."

It was hard for Harry to listen to, almost impossible. It took all the teenager's self-control not to jump up and throttle the man who was his godfather. He knew that Sirius and Severus didn't get along and he was past the stage where that bothered him, but this was a new low for Sirius. To be so hard and callous to someone who had been so terribly injured while trying to do the world some good? That wasn't just low, it was plain wrong and nasty. But Harry wouldn't yell, mostly because yelling never led to anything good, and Sirius was rather unstable emotionally.

"I would say that maybe Snivellous got tired of licking Voldemort's boots and finally grew a spine, but I think he enjoyed it too much to do that."

Oh, that was it! Harry's grip on his professor's hand tightened as his control started to snap and the desire to yell became all the harder to ignore.

Thankfully, Professor Dumbledore seemed to be aware of Harry's fraying control and acted accordingly. "Perhaps Harry could do with some time alone with Severus, don't you think?" He said to Sirius, laying a hand on the younger man's shoulder to turn him around. "Why don't we head up to my office for a cup of tea while we discuss what to do next, hmm?"

It wasn't the suggestion it may have sounded like and Sirius was aware of that. He gave no protest as he was led away, but he did turn his head to glance over his shoulder to his godson. There was a small amount of guilt in his gaze, perhaps as he only just realised that his words weren't making the teenager feel any better. He chose silence over an apology however and wordlessly left the Infirmary along with Dumbledore.

The sound of the closing doors, the sound confirming that he was now alone, broke Harry. He gave a sudden sob, one that had been growing for quite some time, and bowed his head forward until it rested on Severus' chest. He clutched the man's hand in between his own like it was the most precious thing in his life and sobbed his heart out, all the while wishing it wasn't the full moon and Fenrir was there to make him feel as though he wasn't so alone.

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It was so late. Harry wasn't sure how late exactly. It didn't really matter to him. Severus still hadn't woken, Fenrir was still banished to the forest as was Remus, and Sirius was of no comfort as he seemed intent on making his dislike of Severus well known. Things looked very bleak at that moment for Harry, and even the pool of moon light he was sitting in was of little comfort. All that would really comfort him at that moment was if Severus woke up, or someone was at least able to confidently predict when he would wake up.

It had been so long since Harry had had to worry about someone's physical condition. Fenrir was very able to look after himself so the last time would've been those last few days that Isaac had been alive. Strange how it all seemed so much worse in the present time. Perhaps it was because Isaac's death had been predictable; he had been old and sickly for ages. It had still been terribly distressing, but it hadn't been any surprise. The situation with Severus though, it was sudden, it was unexpected, it was far more tragic. Isaac had been old, he had lived his life. Severus was still young, had barely been allowed to live his life, and yet here he was, perhaps moments away from death.

The thought made tears come to Harry's eyes and he blinked them back stubbornly, telling himself that Severus wouldn't want him to shed any tears for him (well, any more tears). Awkwardly, the teenager swallowed around the lump in his throat as he closed his eyes sadly and dipped his head forward to bring the marred flesh of Severus' left forearm closer to his face. His lips gently met with the warm flesh in a sweet, lingering kiss. However, after a moment or two, the skin seemed to change temperature drastically. Harry's eyes flew open and he was shocked to see a black mist rising from the Dark Mark. He pulled away immediately and watched in fascination as he watched the mist settle onto the skin again.

After a few minutes passed with thinking, a look of realisation dawned on the teenager's face and, immediately, he had leaned back down to press his lips against the Dark Mark. This time, when he felt the skin grow cold, he didn't move away; he kept his lips firmly planted on the flesh. Soon, the chill of the skin seemed to rise into a cool breeze that was being drawn into Harry's mouth, past his lips and creating a path of dry ice down his throat and into his lungs. It was a rather scary thought and feeling. Harry persisted though, determined to see the process through to the end, knowing that it was helping, knowing that he was helping.

However, a minute into the process, the effects on Harry became much more serious. His breathing was becoming painful and increasingly difficult, the urge to cough rising in his chest. He was feeling very light headed and his awareness was slipping little by little. Yet still he didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed his lips harder to the flesh, determined to finish what he had started.

The end took Harry quite by surprise. Very suddenly, the temperature of Severus' flesh returned to normal and the cold breeze flowing past the teenager's lips stopped very abruptly. Harry had barely a second to recognise that, however, before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slipped from his chair, falling to the floor unconscious.

On Severus' arm, the Dark Mark had vanished without a trace.

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Harry had absolutely no idea when consciousness began to seep back into him. The last thing he remembered wasn't clear; he had been sitting at Severus' bedside, hadn't he? He was laying down at that moment though, and not on a bed. It was on something very hard and very cold and just basically incredibly uncomfortable. And why did he feel so weak and sickly? He couldn't even remember the last time he had felt ill. Had it been with Isaac? Or had it been before even then, back with the Dursleys? And the left side of his head was throbbing with a dull pain, as was his shoulder and his hip on the same side...

"Merlin, Harry!" The familiar voice of Sirius gasped in horror moments before running footsteps approached.

Harry's eyes cracked open just barely and he saw that his godfather and Professor Dumbledore were hurrying his way. He went to push himself up with the intention of greeting them but he had barely moved an inch when the sudden, undeniable urge to cough overwhelmed him. In an instant, he had his hands clapped over his mouth as fitful coughs started to wrack his weak body.

"Harry?" Sirius called once again as the teenager felt himself being gathered into the man's arms. It did no good for his coughing and in fact only made it worse. "What's wrong with him?" His godfather demanded though who he was asking was unclear.

"Severus, do you know?" Dumbledore's voice came then.

"I've only just woken up," Severus' voice replied.

Harry wanted nothing more than to sing in relief to know that his friend was alive and awake and sounding quite fine. Unfortunately, all he could do was continue his fitful coughing that was showing no end of stopping. It hurt both his chest and his throat and he knew both were going to feel raw and tender when he finally did stop coughing.

"My arm!" Severus suddenly gasped. "The Dark Mark's gone!"

"What?" Dumbledore gasped in shock and there were quick footsteps past Harry. "Severus, did Voldemort take it away?"

"No, not that I remember."

"Can you discuss your bloody arm when my godson isn't coughing up his lungs!" Sirius practically screeched, obviously furious that Harry was apparently being ignored.

"Of course." Dumbledore said in a pacifying way. "Let's get him onto Severus' bed, at least then he'll be more comfortable."

"Can you help at all, Harry?" Sirius asked him gently.

The teenager was still coughing far too much to give a verbal answer and so he was forced to give nothing more than a shakey nod of his head.

Despite his godson's confirmation that he could manage, Sirius looked up to Severus. "Wanna make yourself useful and help, Snivellous?" He asked nastily.

Severus gave no answer but Harry did feel an extra set of arms come around him. He was lifted in one swift and graceful movement but it still aggitated his chest and his coughing got more intense for a second or so. Only when he was settled gently on the bed Severus had previously been occupying did the coughing ease again. It was still hard and uncontrollable, however, and Harry immediately turned onto his side and continued to hack into his hands.

"Isn't there anything we can do for him?" Sirius demanded, sounding somewhere between worried sick and incredibly angry.

"It's hard to do anything for him when we don't know what's wrong." Severus replied as he leaned over the suffering teenager. "Harry, please, I need you to try and stop coughing just long enough to tell us what's happening to you." He requested softly as he brought a hand to run through the boy's hair soothingly (something Sirius seemed about to protest to but was stopped by Dumbledore).

Harry heard the request and so wanted to obey it. He tried to hold back the coughs by controlling his breathing but that proved unsuccessful almost immediately. Perhaps a change in position was in order then? Maybe if he sat up, that might ease whatever it was irritating his throat and lungs so terribly. So, with the intention of pushing himself up, he moved his hands away from his mouth.

However, the moment he did, Harry and the other three men were all stunned by what they saw. Almost completely covering the teenager's hands was a strange sort of black substance. It was like a thick liquid, like congealed...

Harry's coughing began anew but his wrists were grabbed by Severus before he could put his hands back to his mouth. Instead, the teenager bowed his head and coughed into his chest while the adults around him studied the substance.

"Headmaster?" Severus asked, sounding as though he was too scared to say any more.

"I've never seen anything like it." Dumbledore murmured and his tone was filled with nothing but pure concern.

"Blood..." Harry managed to get out suddenly, immediately grabbing the attention of the others.

"What, Harry?" Sirius asked as he immediately moved an arm to wrap around his godson's shoulders in a supportive hold. "What did you say?"

The teenager continuted to cough, horrible dry coughs that sounded raw and painful. It was clear he was trying to control them, however, in order to answer the question given to him. The three men were patient with his progress and didn't hurry him at all, and that eventually paid off. After a few more minutes, Harry was able to control his breathing long enough to get out five vital words:

"My mouth tastes of blood."

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End of Chapter 22.
Oh my God! Where did that come from? XD Perhaps the most unexpected twist I've ever written; I didn't even see it coming until it came to writing this part of the story and needing something to separate Srius coming into the story and what it is that happens after this. Hope you all like it though and it isn't too random for anyone.

Review replies!

Visitkarte
Ah yes, but Sirius supposedly murdered people with magic, and Harry neither understands nor really trusts magic. Fenrir just rips people up and it's what Harry's used to.

Werewolf Mistress
Lol, oh well, at least there are three characters you like and it's obviously not stoppig you from enjoying the fic. I think Remus and Sirius will grow on you. As for everyone else...You'll probably continue to not like them ^_^;

darkpyroangel06
I'm so glad you liked it all ^_^ Harry's making baby-steps towards being more independant but he'll always need Fenrir there with him. And I love Severus in this fic too. I wasn't able to write him much in my last two stories (which may or may not get posted on here) so I wanted him to have a main part in this fic.

koki
I'm glad you enjoyed it ^_^

Kuromei
I always think that Sirius should've been more unstable in the books yet I annoy myself when I write him unstable XD I hate my mind sometimes -.- But yes, indeed, yay for Harry sticking up for himself; our little guy's growing up ^_^

elphaba
I just had to include the Sweeny Todd references, just had to XD

Sirin Black
Ah, you made me so happy for not thinking Sirius is too unstable ^_^ Thank you for that :D

Kati-chan
You got more Draco in this chapter, and you'll get more of him in future chapters. Apparently, despite the fact I no longer write Draco/Harry, I can't resist trying to put them together -.- Y'know, I don't know why I just don't satisfy my want for all these different men being with Harry and write one of those smutty, multi-partner fics...Oh wait, yes I do, it's because I'm useless at PWP XD

Rokkis
Dumbledore's there to be annoying, I'd have to fire him if he wasn't doing his job XD

MiriuOniaya
I'm glad you like it so much, my lovely ^_^ I'll always update, until the very end, so don't worry about that :)

That's all from me for another fortnight. Take care all and see you again soon.

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