La Luna Del Cacciatore
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
29,776
Reviews:
33
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0
Currently Reading:
9
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chapter 3
*CHAPTER 3*
Severus Snape could be a very patient man, when he wanted to be. When he was gotten out of bed at the crack of dawn was a time when he didn’t want to be. He had gotten a crude letter from Fenrir Greyback asking him to come to his cave with as many healing potions as he could carry. Severus wondered if maybe the ministry hunters had found him and stalked threw the halls of the dark lord’s home with his bottomless case full to the brim with every healing potion that he had in stock.
After exiting the anti-apperition wards, Severus apperated right to the mouth of the cave where Fenrir currently resided. “Alright, what is wrong with you and how many injur . . . who the hell is that and where did you get him?”
Fenrir replied, “I found him last night in the forest about a mile away from the castle. Someone beat the shit out of him and spent several hours torturing the poor boy. He has many lacerations, mostly on his back and torso, all bones in both hands broken, some internal damage as well as crushed vocal chords.” As Fenrir went down the list, Severus had gotten closer to his patient to assess the boy’s injuries for himself.
Severus ran his fingers through the boy’s hair to check for any skull fractures and happened to look at his forehead. ‘Sweet mother of Merlin! Potter?!’ Severus couldn’t believe it, how had the brat gotten in such a state? Fenrir could tell by the shocked look on Severus’s face that something was up and he wanted to know what. “What’s wrong Sev?”
“Fenrir, do you have any idea who this boy is?” Fenrir gave him a look that obviously said ‘How the hell should I know?’ “Well then, our lord will likely reward you handsomely then. This boy, is none other than Harry Potter!”
Fenrir gave Severus a look that was completely void of expression. He sat there for a moment just looking between the boy and the potions master then said, “You have got to be shitting me. This boy cannot be Harry Potter. I mean, you said it yourself, the brat is treated like he’s Merlin reincarnate. You have to be wrong.”
“I’m not though. He has the scar, the hair, and if I pull back his eyelids I bet he even has the eyes. This boy is Harry Potter. And if you don’t help me treat him, he will drown in his own blood then the Dark Lord will kill both of us. Now close your mouth and move your arse, we have to heal him now.”
Fenrir said nothing more on the subject as the two men set to work. They worked through the day and into the night, when they were finished they sat back, exhausted, and looked at their handy work. They decided that one of them should stay awake to monitor Harry’s condition while the other slept. Fenrir took the first shift while Severus slept, since there wasn’t much for him to do he just sat and wwatched the boy, ‘Harry, the boy’s name is Harry’, his wolf whispered to him.
As the sun rose behind the trees, Fenrir woke Severus so that he could finally get some sleep. Around noon, Severus checked Harry over to see how his healing was progressing, as he was running his diagnostics, Harry began to stir. “Harry? Can you hear me? Harry, it’s Severus, I need you to open your eyes for me alright? Don’t try to speak, just open your eyes so that I know that you can hear me.”
Harry was confused. He could hear the voice talking to him and his eyes fluttered open and all he could see was a giant black blob. He didn’t panic though, because somewhere in his foggy brain he recognized the voice, Professor Snape.
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Just in case anybody was wondering, the title of this story means 'hunter's moon' in Italian. I thought it was kind of ironic in some wierd way. Please R&R
Severus Snape could be a very patient man, when he wanted to be. When he was gotten out of bed at the crack of dawn was a time when he didn’t want to be. He had gotten a crude letter from Fenrir Greyback asking him to come to his cave with as many healing potions as he could carry. Severus wondered if maybe the ministry hunters had found him and stalked threw the halls of the dark lord’s home with his bottomless case full to the brim with every healing potion that he had in stock.
After exiting the anti-apperition wards, Severus apperated right to the mouth of the cave where Fenrir currently resided. “Alright, what is wrong with you and how many injur . . . who the hell is that and where did you get him?”
Fenrir replied, “I found him last night in the forest about a mile away from the castle. Someone beat the shit out of him and spent several hours torturing the poor boy. He has many lacerations, mostly on his back and torso, all bones in both hands broken, some internal damage as well as crushed vocal chords.” As Fenrir went down the list, Severus had gotten closer to his patient to assess the boy’s injuries for himself.
Severus ran his fingers through the boy’s hair to check for any skull fractures and happened to look at his forehead. ‘Sweet mother of Merlin! Potter?!’ Severus couldn’t believe it, how had the brat gotten in such a state? Fenrir could tell by the shocked look on Severus’s face that something was up and he wanted to know what. “What’s wrong Sev?”
“Fenrir, do you have any idea who this boy is?” Fenrir gave him a look that obviously said ‘How the hell should I know?’ “Well then, our lord will likely reward you handsomely then. This boy, is none other than Harry Potter!”
Fenrir gave Severus a look that was completely void of expression. He sat there for a moment just looking between the boy and the potions master then said, “You have got to be shitting me. This boy cannot be Harry Potter. I mean, you said it yourself, the brat is treated like he’s Merlin reincarnate. You have to be wrong.”
“I’m not though. He has the scar, the hair, and if I pull back his eyelids I bet he even has the eyes. This boy is Harry Potter. And if you don’t help me treat him, he will drown in his own blood then the Dark Lord will kill both of us. Now close your mouth and move your arse, we have to heal him now.”
Fenrir said nothing more on the subject as the two men set to work. They worked through the day and into the night, when they were finished they sat back, exhausted, and looked at their handy work. They decided that one of them should stay awake to monitor Harry’s condition while the other slept. Fenrir took the first shift while Severus slept, since there wasn’t much for him to do he just sat and wwatched the boy, ‘Harry, the boy’s name is Harry’, his wolf whispered to him.
As the sun rose behind the trees, Fenrir woke Severus so that he could finally get some sleep. Around noon, Severus checked Harry over to see how his healing was progressing, as he was running his diagnostics, Harry began to stir. “Harry? Can you hear me? Harry, it’s Severus, I need you to open your eyes for me alright? Don’t try to speak, just open your eyes so that I know that you can hear me.”
Harry was confused. He could hear the voice talking to him and his eyes fluttered open and all he could see was a giant black blob. He didn’t panic though, because somewhere in his foggy brain he recognized the voice, Professor Snape.
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Just in case anybody was wondering, the title of this story means 'hunter's moon' in Italian. I thought it was kind of ironic in some wierd way. Please R&R