Sacrifice

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A man he had never seen before and didn't recognise, but who he knew anyway. Dozens of figures dressed in familiar black cloaks and white masks. A strange building, tall and imposing and dark, surrounded completely by water and nothing more.

All was quiet at first but then the explosions started. Great chunks of the building's walls suddenly burst forwards sending fragments of stone and cement falling to the rough waters below. Faint yelling could be heard from somewhere inside as a siren started to ring. None of the figures seemed bothered, they simply entered the building.

The interior was just as dank and depressing as the exterior, perhaps even more so. But it wasn't long before the place was filled with numerous coloured lights, shooting back and forth between those cloaked in black and those who weren't. Screams echoed throughout the stone walled corridors, some of pain, some or fear, some of rage, some of triumph.

The body of a man fell, the form hitting the ground with a terrible thud. The eyes were open and vacant seconds before the head was crushed in an explosion of blood and bone shards underneath the force of a spell...

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A sharp, frightened cry had Fenrir awake in an instant. His eyes shot open and he quickly sat up in bed, not sure what he was expecting to find. However, seeing Harry sitting up beside him, hands covering his mouth as he stared ahead of himself with wide, terrified eyes filled with unshed tears was probably one of the last things the Alpha actually expected. He had never seen the teenager look quite so panicked before and he found it instantly alarming.

"What is it?" He demanded.

Harry didn't answer verbally, at least not right away. First, he simply shook his head, his eyes closing and his hands tightening over his mouth a little. Even when he had finished shaking his head, he didn't open his eyes or remove his hands. It was only after several deep breaths and a heavy gulp that he finally gave his reply.

"It's nothing," he murmured, sounding rather faint and queasy. "A bad dream."

Fenrir frowned at that. Harry had never been one for bad dreams, at least not dreams so bad that they woke him up screaming. He was tempted to challenge the boy on the subject, but upon seeing the sick expression on Harry's face and the way the boy had curled into himself, he decided to be tactful for once. He wouldn't demand a better, more satisfactory answer the pup; no, he would let the boy be.

With a small grunt, Fenrir flopped back down, throwing an arm out across his mate in order to drag the boy down with him. Harry made no sound or movement of protest and simply allowed himself to be pulled closer to the adult's body.

"Fenrir..." He said a little shakily.

"Relax and go back to sleep." The man muttered.

"But..."

"No buts," Fenrir insisted, pulling Harry flush against himself before curling around the smaller form protectively. "I won't let them hurt you."

Just who "them" referred to was unknown to Harry, but he saw no point in questioning it. He carefully shut his eyes and pressed his face against his Alpha's chest. That final sight in his dream still haunted him though, and even when Fenrir had returned to his sleep, Harry remained completely awake.

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When mid-morning arrived, the time the two werewolves usually emerged from bed, Harry felt no more refreshed than he had when he had first headed to bed. If he had slept after his nightmare, then he couldn't remember it; it seemed to him that he had only lay in Fenrir's arms and listened to the man's grunted snores for the remainder of the night. He knew he had dark circles under his eyes, they were clear to see when he looked in the bathroom mirror, and so it was impossible that Fenrir hadn't noticed them. And if the looks the Alpha had given the teenager were anything to go by, he had indeed noticed. He had failed to comment or question it however. Harry knew when to count his blessings and so naturally didn't raise the subject himself.

It was lunch time at that moment (though it being their first meal of the day, it was technically breakfast), and Harry was sitting on the floor by the coffee table while Fenrir was sitting in his usual chair. The silence between them was surprisingly easy considering the strange events of the night before and the obvious evidence that Harry hadn't slept. They ate their breakfast in peace, neither feeling the need to speak.

The quiet they shared was abruptly broken, however, with a knock on the portrait entrance. The two werewolves shared a quick look before Harry got to his feet to greet whoever was outside. Both truthfully expected it to be Dumbledore, so both were surprised to instead find the Potions professor waiting on the other side of the portrait.

"Severus, good afternoon." Harry greeted happily, stepping aside to allow the older male entrance.

"Good afternoon, Harry." He returned with a light smile before he gave Fenrir a more neutral look. "Greyback."

"Snape." The Alpha grunted. "What brings you here?"

"Despite your general lack of interest in the goings on in the Wizarding world, I thought this was something you'd want to be aware of." Severus revealed somewhat cryptically as he moved into the room and held out a newspaper.

Fenrir couldn't deny he felt a small amount of intrigue and he accepted the paper, doing his usual thing of snatching it away rudely. Perhaps because he was used to it, Severus made no sign of displeasure at the impolite gesture and instead decided to give Harry a smile as the teenager offered him a cup of tea. An easy quiet once again settled over them until Fenrir had finished reading and chucked the newspaper to the side angrily.

"Fucking retards," he spat furiously, glaring off to the side with clear anger, but also anxiety, reflected in his eyes. "Isn't Azkaban supposed to be unescapable?"

Harry ignored Snape's answer in favour of scuttling for the paper to read it himself, sitting himself on the edge of the sofa. Upon picking it up, his eyes immediately fell onto the headline: Dozens of Death Eaters Escape Azkaban. He frowned lightly and looked to Severus. "Isn't Azkaban where Sirius was?"

"Yes." The teacher confirmed. "Many Death Eaters were locked away in there after the first time the Dark Lord was defeated. It's more than likely that it was the Dark Lord himself who organised the jail break in order to strengthen his numbers."

"Anyone particularly significant get out?" Fenrir asked then.

"The Headmaster indicated Bellatrix Lestrange as well as her husband and brother-in-law."

"Just the psychos then." Fenrir grunted without amusement while Harry picked up some toast to eat while he read through the front page. "Any dead?"

"Death Eaters? One or two of the prisoners; minor members who mattered little to the Dark Lord. And all but two Aurors died, though they are both in serious conditions at Saint Mungo's and could quite easily not make it."

Harry coughed very suddenly then, alarming both Severus and Fenrir. Both men immediately turned to look at the teenager and saw that the boy had opened the newspaper to the next page (where the front page story continued) and was staring at the photo in the middle of the article with wide eyes.

The teenager's mind was racing a mile a minute as he focussed on the picture of the man. It was the man! The one he had seen in his dream, the one who had died, the one whose head...

"This man; who is this man?" He asked Severus almost desperately.

"One of the Aurors who was killed last night."

"How? How was he killed?" Harry demanded urgently.

Severus glanced to Fenrir but the Alpha was simply staring at Harry in a most serious and scrutinizing manner. With no support from the other man, the professor just answered the question. "He was stunned before his head was crushed under the force of another spell."

Harry's hands came up to cover his mouth and he tried to do nothing more than concentrate on breathing in and out calmly. Unfortunately, memories of the dream before and flashbacks of what exactly had happened...It all made the teenager feel definitely queasy and he had to swallow back the desire to heave. Was it just a terrible coincidence or had his dream actually been real? Had he really seen someone die in such a brutal manner? Had he really seen the face of Voldemort?

"Pup," Fenrir said eventually and the boy's eyes were immediately on him. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"

Was there something Harry wanted to tell his Alpha? Did he really want to reveal that he had seen all that had happened at Azkaban the night before in a dream? What if he hadn't really seen it? What if it had just been a coincidence? Or, what if the dream was a result of something wrong with him? What if Dumbledore used this all as an excuse to force him to learn magic? Or, much worse, to get him away from Fenrir? True, he trusted both of the men in front of him and didn't for a second think either of them would tell Dumbledore anything Harry told them in confidence, but once a secret had been spoken, it was possible for anyone to find it out. If a secret was never spoken, however...

"No," Harry murmured with a very small shake of his head. "There's nothing I want to tell you, Fenrir."

Fenrir pinned a hard gaze on him for several lingering moments and Harry felt like shrinking under the scrutiny. The gaze never left him. Even when Fenrir spoke to Severus, the weight of the man's gaze never faultered.

"Thanks for letting us know, Snape."

It was an obvious dismissal and one Severus accepted without further word. He left the rooms and the werewolves silently, the only evidence of him leaving being the click that sounded when the potrait closed behind him. Harry looked off to the side stubbornly, refusing to look at his Alpha. Fenrir, to his credit, didn't seem to be about to lose his temper. In fact, he looked incredibly neutral and it was impossible to tell exactly what it was he was thinking.

Eventually, Fenrir moved, though his gaze still didn't leave Harry. The teenager didn't turn his eyes onto the movement, but he felt Fenrir's presence shift, and he felt it come to settle in front of him. When a hand came up to grab his chin, he didn't fight the pressure that made him move his head to face forwards. He even lifted his gaze without any prompting, knowing that he wasn't going to continue to get away with looking off to the side. The expression Harry found on his Alpha's face was still incredibly hard to read, but he was sure there was a hint of worry lurking in Fenrir's eyes.

"Is there a reason you're not telling me what's going on, or is that a secret as well?" The man asked gruffly.

Harry felt the guilt and regret well up inside him even before he had spoken his answer. "I'm sorry."

Fenrir gave a light growl then, sounding somewhere between frustrated and angry. However, instead of reacting in the way Harry expected, he instead wrapped his arms around the teenager's body. In an abrupt tightening of his arms, Fenrir dragged Harry's body off of the sofa so that their chests were pressed tightly together and the boy had to kneel on the floor just in front.

Harry wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. "Fenrir..." He murmured quietly.

"I can't make you tell me, and I don't want to; coming to me is something you have to do on your own." The man revealed, not sounding the least bit happy with his own decision. "But at least tell me this; do you think you're in danger?"

"No," Harry whispered. "I don't think I am."

"Then stop acting so weird."

Harry heard the unspoken words then, he felt the sentiment behind them. A part of him did want to reveal everything, to tell Fenrir everything that he'd seen, but he wasn't brave enough to. Perhaps he would be someday, someday soon. Until that day came however, he simply lifted his arms to return his mate's embrace and cushioned his head on the man's shoulder.

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Christmas was fast approaching and Harry was as amazed as he had been the previous year at the extent of the decorations put up and the excitement among the students. However, the excitement level would soon decrease dramatically as the majority of the students were that day leaving for their homes. The first term at Hogwarts was officially over and the teenagers were gradually leaking out of the school.

It had been while Harry was on his way to see Severus that he had come across Ron Weasley. So, instead on continuing on to see his adult friend, he decided to instead walk his teenage friend to the school's entrance to bid him goodbye.

"Are you looking forward to seeing your family again?" Harry asked politely as he walked along with the taller boy.

"Oh yeah, definitely." Ron confirmed with a huge grin. "Can't wait to eat my mum's cooking again."

Harry chuckled lightly at that, amused that Ron always seemed to think with his stomach. "Have your siblings already left?" He inquired, having heard much about the Weasley siblings but never having actually met them.

"Ginny walked to the station with her friends. Don't know what's happened to the twins; they're probably still in bed."

"I see." The dark haired teenager said with a nod just as they reached the school's front entrance and they came to a stop. "I hope you have a wonderful Christmas, Ron." He wished sincerely. "And make sure to spend lots of time with your family."

"You too, Harry. Though try not to spend too much time with Snape, the git might start to rub off on you."

It was only because Harry knew that Ron was mostly joking that he wasn't more offended on his friend's behalf. He gave a very light smile which was returned by his tall friend before Ron started to walk off outside, dragging his trunk behind him. They offered each other small waves as a final parting gesture and then Ron didn't look back again. Harry watched him for a little while before he turned with the intention of moving back into the school and resuming his journey to see Severus.

However, it was as he was turning that something caught his attention in the corner of his eyes. It looked like a figure; a figure dressed in a black robe, with deathly pale skin, and red eyes that almost glowed. He gasped in surprise and snapped his head to the side in an attempt to get a better look.

There was nothing there.

Despite the apparant lack of anyone else's presence, Harry felt incredibly uneasy suddenly. What he had seen, had that just been his imagination? Surely it couldn't have been anything else but. The mere fact there had been no one standing there when he had turned to look properly had to mean it had just been his imagination...

Turning his head in front of himself again, Harry shot the spot where the figure had been standing one last glance before he all but ran forward, leaving the entrance foyer and the unnerving appirition behind him.

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Christmas day had finally arrived. For Harry, it wasn't a time to get too over-excited however. It was during the period of the full moon and so that meant that Fenrir had been banished from the school building, as usual. Harry was determined to later sneak away to visit the man, but for that moment he was stuck where he was.

The teenager had been all but snatched by his godfather the second he had put a foot outside his door. Sirius had popped up from no where very suddenly, had grabbed his godson's hand and had proceeded to drag the boy back to his own rooms. Upon reaching them, he had promptly insisted that Harry sit down while he "fetched something from his room". That had been several minutes ago and Harry was still sitting in the chair, in Sirius and Remus' rooms ever since.

It was just as Harry's impatience was starting to show, his legs shifting restlessly as his gaze flittered all over the room, that Sirius finally re-entered the room, three wrapped parcels in his arms. Harry knew what they were, despite the fact he had never received one before; Christmas presents.

"Here we are, kiddo." Sirius said happily as he strolled over to his godson and stopped just in front of him. "Two of them are from me and Remus and the third one's from Professor Dumbledore."

Harry's mind boggled slightly at the news that Dumbledore had bought him a gift; he'd hardly ever been pleasant to the man after all. He didn't question it, however, and instead accepted the pile of gifts from his godfather with the customery words of thanks. Even before Sirius had plonked himself down on the sofa beside the teenager, Harry was busy tearing into the paper around the squishy gift, completely ignoring the the tag on it.

With the paper pulled away, the object was revealed to Harry. He frowned a little, not immediately recognising what it was, and he lifted it up so it unfurled in front of him. It was then that he realised it was a cloak but he failed to see its significance or even its attraction; it was rather ugly in his mind. Sirius, however, seemed to understand what it was, or at least that was the case if his gasp of complete surprise was anything to go by.

"Dumbledore's had it all this time? Blimey!" The man exclaimed.

"What is it?" Harry inquired, still frowning in confusion.

"Turn it around."

The teenager did as he was told and his frown vanished into an expression of surprise when he saw nothing there. "It's see through!" He gasped, turning it back and forth in his arms from the invisible side to the material side and then back again.

"It's an invisibility cloak." Sirius revealed. "Used to be your dad's. I guess he left it with Dumbledore before he...Left."

Harry noted Sirius' stumble over how to describe what happened to James Potter. He chose not to comment on it (truthfully, he didn't know what to say on the matter) and instead moved onto opening another present. The one he chose was also squishy though had no tag, but it was obviously from Sirius and Remus. He tore the paper away without care and soon found what was underneath.

"It's a robe." He noted, holding it by the shoulders in front of himself. Indeed, it was a robe, much the same as the one Harry had worn for years except much smaller and in a lot better condition.

"That's one from us." Sirius revealed with a smile, apparently having already recovered from the painful reminder of the fate of his old friend. "That thing you're wearing at the moment swallows you, not to mention it's got more holes in it than a piece of swiss cheese. We both thought you'd appreciate a new one that fits you better and is a lot cleaner."

Grudgingly, Harry had to admit that it was a thoughtful and useful gift. Not that he had hoped it would be an awful gift, Sirius was very nice in his own strange way, but he was a little protective of his over-sized and over-worn robe. It had belonged to Isaac after all and was really the only thing of his Sire that the teenager had left. A new robe would be useful, though he still wouldn't get rid of his current one.

"Thank you." Harry said once again, despite the fact he said it when he had received the gift. He carefully folded it then, resting it over the arm of his chair, before he started to unwrap the next gift down.

It was a lot harder than the other gifts though it did still have a certain amount of give to it, only when pressed down; it couldn't be bent. If Harry had to guess without unwrapping it, he would've assumed it was some sort of book with a leather cover. Indeed, as he pulled the paper away, a book was revealed to him, its cover made from red leather. The teenager's mind immediately boggled with the thought of what sort of book Sirius and Remus could have bought for him but he soon got his answer when he lifted the front cover and looked at the first page.

A photo album full of photos that moved like the various paintings around the school did. The first picture that he found instantly answered his self-asked question of why he had been gifted such a present. Although he couldn't say for sure, he was rather certain of the identities of the two adults in the photo.

"My parents." He said, more as a statement of fact than a question.

"I thought...Well, Remus and I thought," Sirius corrected himself quickly. "That you might like to know a bit about them, about who they were, and, well, knowing what they look like is a step towards that."

Harry wanted to decline. He didn't know much about his parents, what he did know Remus had told him, and, to be terribly blunt, he didn't see much point in knowing any more. A mere tenth of his life to that moment he had spent with the people who gave him life and none of it he could remember. He had a family, he had a life of his own, and for most of his life his parents had existed in his mind as nothing but worthless drunks who had got themselves killed in a road accident. Of course he now knew that wasn't true and felt deep gratitude to them for saving his life. He was glad he knew the truth, but there was nothing more there. As terrible as it sounded, he cared little about his parents and had no desire to know more about them.

But Harry was a naturally empathic young man; he could recognise the emotions in others and he always felt compelled to act in their best interest. At that moment, Sirius was sitting there with such obvious hope that Harry would agree, it was heart-breaking, it really was. For the first time, Harry was seeing his godfather for what he really was; a loyal and loving man who had been traumatised by not only losing his two best friends but for then being accused and locked away for assisting in their murder. And Sirius so wanted to love Harry because he was James' son and because he so wanted to believe that the teenager was a carbon copy of the man.

The sad truth was, however, Harry wasn't really like James in anything other than appeance. They had some similarities but mostly Harry was a mixture of his own person, Isaac who had raised him for four years, and Fenrir who had looked after him for those past five years. And perhaps Sirius knew that. Perhaps he realised that Harry had very little James in him, perhaps that was why he was currently looking so desperately hopeful, a look that broke Harry's heart.

Sighing lightly, Harry knew it was useless. He knew what was going to come out of his mouth when he spoke, whether he wanted it to or not. Looking to his godfather, he offered a small smile and acted in the man's best interest:

"Of course I want to know about them."

It was a lie, but the sight of Sirius' face lighting up as it did...Well, that made it all worthwhile in Harry's opinion.

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Harry grinned slightly manically as he spotted the form of his Alpha. The man was sitting slouched back against the trunk of a massive oak tree, his eyes shut, apparently asleep. If he had been asleep before, however, he was probably now awake, having either heard the young werewolf's approach or having smelt the Christmas treats he had brought along with him.

It was a little after midday and Harry had only just managed to escape the clutches of the various wizards who surrounded him. After spending the morning with Sirius hearing stories about his parents (stories he had only half listened to), he and his godfather had gone along to the Great Hall for Christmas dinner. Not a single student had stayed for Christmas so there was only a half a dozen people there: Harry; Sirius; Remus (Harry felt rather sore over the fact Remus was allowed back in the school during the day when Fenrir wasn't); Professor Dumbledore; Hagrid; and, of course, Severus. After dinner, he had almost been snagged by Sirius again but Severus came to his rescue, distracting the man so the teenager could make his escape. Harry would be sure to thank him later.

And now, the teenager was outside, mere moments away from spending some time with his Alpha.

As Harry carefully approached Fenrir, he started to think that the man was actually asleep. So, when Fenrir spoke, it was actually quite a surprise: "Dumbledore let you escape?" He grunted in a gravelly voice, one which implied he had recently napped.

"I don't think he noticed me leaving." Harry replied, continuing his walk at a much more normal pace now that he knew his mate was awake.

"Old fool notices everything." Fenrir muttered before he cracked an eye open. "Why do you smell like raw turkey?"

"Because I brought you a treat." The teenager grinned before he pulled out what he was holding behind his back; a tee-towel wrapped around something bloody if the stains on the material were anything to go by. "Managed to sneak them out of the kitchen. It's been so long since you've eaten raw meat, I thought you might appreciate them."

Fenrir was immediately intrigued and he couldn't deny that he shifted to sit up a little straighter as his young mate came to kneel beside him. He took the small bundle when it was offered to him and he tossed the material away carelessly. Left behind was a little pile of turkey giblets: two hearts; a liver; five lungs; two necks.

"They weren't missed?" He asked, only half caring, as he popped on of the bloody hearts into his mouth like it was a sweet.

"Nah, there were plenty. Four turkeys were cooked so not all the giblets were used for the gravy." Harry explained as he settled down more comfortably beside the man, leaning against his side.

Without thought, Fenrir slung his arm around the teenager's shoulders as he used his other hand to pop the giblets in his mouth. "Good morning?"

"Could've been worse." The boy murmured, allowing his eyes to close as he relaxed. "Got a couple of presents from Sirius and Remus and one from Dumbledore. Then had to listen to Sirius telling me stuff about my parents."

"What they get ya?"

"New robe and an album of old photos from Sirius and Remus; something that belonged to my dad from Dumbledore."

"Anything useful?"

"Invisibility cloak."

"Should've known it was gonna be magical." Fenrir grunted, clearly unimpressed.

"Remus was at dinner." Harry revealed then, his eyes opening again to show a small amount of sadness. "I'm glad he didn't have to spend the day alone, but I thought it was unfair that he was allowed back in when you weren't."

"Yeah, well, they're bound to invite him in, you're more of a werewolf than he is."

"They only do it because they don't like you."

"Of course they don't like me. I'm glad they don't like me."

"Why?"

"What I'm used to." The man admitted, closing his eyes again and settling back against the tree now his snack was gone. "I've always had people hate me, I know how to handle that. People tolerating, even liking, me though, ain't used to that. I never know how to treat 'em in return."

"You seem to get on all right with Severus." Harry pointed out.

"For your sake." Fenrir replied. "We tolerate each other for you. You weren't around, he'd be the first to demand me out."

Harry's eyes grew sad then. "Do you mind?"

"What, that everyone would sooner I die than be here? Course not."

"But doesn't it make you feel lonely?"

Fenrir gave a small grunt at that before he gave his mate's shoulders a small squeeze. "How can I be lonely when I've got you?"

Harry said nothing to that, he simply cuddled closer.

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It was more of a startled cry than a scream that left Harry as he abruptly woke up on the night of New Years Day. However, it was still enough to wake Fenrir. In an instant, the man was sitting up and leaning over the teenager, peering down at him through the darkness while the boy closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing in and out smoothly.

"All right?"

Harry took another moment to take in a few more breaths before he answered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Still insisting you don't wanna tell me what's going on?" Fenrir asked gruffly, already knowing the answer.

"It's nothing, really."

"You know I don't believe that, right?"

Harry closed his eyes, clearly regretful. "I know."

"Then why keep pretending you're fine and everything else is fine?" The Alpha challenged.

"Because it is fine...And even if it wasn't, there'd be nothing you could do about it." Harry murmured before he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the mattress.

"Where are you going?" Fenrir demanded.

"I won't go back to sleep now, I'm going to have a walk outside."

The Alpha gave an irritated grumble before he too sat up and moved to stand up.

"Oh, no Fenrir, you don't have..." The teenager tried to protest.

"Shut up, Pup." He muttered. "I'm not in the best mood right now so don't argue. Just do as you're told, all right?"

Harry's eyes dropped to the ground. "Yes, Fenrir." He confirmed meekly.

When the familiar pressure of his mate's large hand settled on the back of his neck, the boy lifted his gaze to look up at the man. It was true, Fenrir didn't look at all happy, he looked tired and irritable. However, he also looked concerned, and it was obvious that, for whatever reason, he was reluctant to leave Harry alone at that moment in time.

Knowing that he was causing his Alpha worry tugged at Harry's guilt-strings but he was adament that he wouldn't speak a word of what was happening. There was nothing Fenrir could do and Harry thought it best to just ignore the Wizarding side of his heritage, even when it was apparently manifesting itself in such a distressing manner.

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End of Chapter 24.
Christmas in April? I didn't plan that too well, did I? XD And so Harry's dreams of Voldemort begin but how will he deal with them? Only time will tell.
I may not have chocolate bunnies for everyone but I do have review replies :)

Kyouteki
Nah, I don't think Harry is strong enough to decently throttle Sirius...He could always ask Fenrir to do it for him though XD

elphaba
Sweet is what I do best though XD

qwerty
Woah, you use the same screen name as my older brother O.o
Anyways, glad you liked the chapter ^_^ Fenrir being more tender from now on...Well, not in public anyway XD

Shain the otaku of Ireland
Big review! Oh how I love big reviews :D
Snape is, indeed, straight in this fic otherwise I'd give into temptation and throw him into a threesome with Harry and Fenrir ^_^; And I think he's pretty all right on his own at the moment (that and I get no joy from writing about hetero relationships XD).
Love your screen name by the way XD

Kuromei
I'm glad you like the lurve-making (just can't say "love" properly when "making" is after it XD). And wow, you put sama after my name, no one's ever done that before ^_^ *glomps*

Spiros
Yeah, Sirius isn't a great guy in this. He does learn, eventually, but at the moment he's just a jerk really ^_^;

Visitkarte
Hehe, oh yes, Fenrir has excellent "penmanship" XD

Sirin Black
Glad you liked the chapter, and also glad you're not too disappointed about there being no chance of Sev being a werewolf ^_^

darkpyroangel06
Ahh, I love your reviews ^_^ Will you marry me? Then I could get lovely reviews from you everyday XD
I just love earing you talk out how you see the characters and how you understand the dynamics of what's going on. Not because I want to bask in your praise or revel in what a great job I'm doing, but because I can get excited along with you, and nod my head while screaming in my mind "that's it! You've got it!"
So, yes, thank you for your review of pure awesomeness, really made my day :D

Ta ta for another fortnight, my lovelies, take care until we meet again.

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