I Think I Found Something
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
19,560
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
A/N: Thank you so much for the lovely reviews!!!! Yay, I'm so happy you liked it so far and hope you'll like the rest of the chaps'.
To cintyber: I'd gladly have you as my beta for this story. The problem is that I am not certain how this works… ~_~… (Too new)… do I need to send the chapters to you somehow/somewhere? Wait for a review from you with the corrections? I have no clue what to do…
Anyway,
On with the story!
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Harry was running, ignoring his twisted leg and the low branches and bushes cutting and scraping his bear arms.
'I always knew that something good had to come out of being chased around by that whale of a cousin, like knowing how to put less weight on an injured foot…'
Stopping to catch his breath near a river, he willed his heart to beat more silently; scared the beast that was on his trail would be able to hear it.
A nearby rustling noise caught the boys' attention. Seeing a flash of silver Harry felt as if the air in his lungs had frozen.
Turning quickly, he bolted to the right, moving downstream, searching for a shallow point to cross the river.
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Fenrir was enjoying himself.
He had never imagined that he will ever be glad to have a spirited mate.
To be honest, he always thought he will find a nice docile submissive, fuck them, have some cubs to continue his lineage and be done with it.
To his utter embarrassment, the moment the sun disappeared he had been attacked by the boy. He had been unprepared for his little mates' actions and so, the little vixen had managed to strike him.
'Who could have guessed a tray would be hard enough to knock me out for a moment…' and a moment it was. 'The next time I opened my eyes that little devil was gone. I had to wait for my transfiguration to end before I could go after him.'
The huge silver wolf ran at a leisure pace, his nose down in order to catch the scent of his fleeing cub.
Reaching a river, Greyback watched as said cub frantically looked around, his cheeks flushed and his breathing labored.
'Certainly a good look on him…'
He watched as his mate bolted after hearing a rustling noise in a nearby bush. Looking at it Fenrir snorted in amusement at seeing the small rabbit hopping out from its den.
He continued following silently, admiring the form of his soon to be mate.
Seeing him cross the river he asked himself if he should let the boy continue, but looking up at the sky he decided he wanted the time to REALLY play with him, and that could only happen after the boy got the strength and endurance of a werewolf.
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Harry could feel it again. The feeling of someone, 'or something', Harry corrected himself, watching him.
Harry tried to increase his pace, wishing to leave those predatory eyes behind, he failed to notice where he stepped.
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Fenrir heard a loud metallic sound following by a sickening crunching noise coming from the direction his mate had run to.
In an instant the wolf was running, zooming thru the trees in search of his cub.
He found him a moment latter, sitting on the forest ground, tears in his eyes and his hands frantically trying to pry open a bears' trap clamped around his small ankle.
The wolf could smell the blood of his mate as well as his pain hanging heavily in the air.
Growling low in his throat, Fenrir approached the petite figure on the floor, seeing how the metal teeth bit into the milky skin of his mate, tainting it red.
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Hearing a low growl, Harry looked up to see the biggest werewolf he had ever lay eyes on. For the firs time he understood how truly helpless he was. He thought, dazedly, that Remus looks like a sweet puppy in comparison to the beast standing in front of him, not that it wasn't a magnificent creature, but still…
'For heaven's sake, I think one stride of that thing equals to five steps of my own, I mean, I know I am small but this is ridicules!'
He was startled to see the wolf approach and doubled his efforts to free his leg, only managing to deepen the wounds.
With a warning sound the wolf was on him. Putting his arms up to protect his face he waited for the attack.
After several moments Harry looked up to see the creature seating beside him, face down, studying closely the trap.
He couldn't prevent the small laughter that escaped his mouth; it was just too funny seeing that monstrous wolf studying so intently the contraption.
That laughter turned into a soft gasp when he felt a rough tong lapping at the wounds.
Looking down he was amazed to see the gashes in his flesh start to seal.
"I never knew werewolf' saliva could heal wounds…" Harry whispered.
The wolf only response was to take the trap in between his jaws and, in a fashion too gentle to seem true, open it to let Harrys' foot loose.
The moment he was free, Harry started to examine his previously bleeding leg, finding nothing except small red dots where the metal teeth were previously imbedded.
His amazement quickly turned into panic when he felt the warm breath on the nape of his neck.
The next thing he felt was a sharp pain on the junction of his neck and shoulder, and then darkness.
To cintyber: I'd gladly have you as my beta for this story. The problem is that I am not certain how this works… ~_~… (Too new)… do I need to send the chapters to you somehow/somewhere? Wait for a review from you with the corrections? I have no clue what to do…
Anyway,
On with the story!
==================================================
Harry was running, ignoring his twisted leg and the low branches and bushes cutting and scraping his bear arms.
'I always knew that something good had to come out of being chased around by that whale of a cousin, like knowing how to put less weight on an injured foot…'
Stopping to catch his breath near a river, he willed his heart to beat more silently; scared the beast that was on his trail would be able to hear it.
A nearby rustling noise caught the boys' attention. Seeing a flash of silver Harry felt as if the air in his lungs had frozen.
Turning quickly, he bolted to the right, moving downstream, searching for a shallow point to cross the river.
________________________________________________
Fenrir was enjoying himself.
He had never imagined that he will ever be glad to have a spirited mate.
To be honest, he always thought he will find a nice docile submissive, fuck them, have some cubs to continue his lineage and be done with it.
To his utter embarrassment, the moment the sun disappeared he had been attacked by the boy. He had been unprepared for his little mates' actions and so, the little vixen had managed to strike him.
'Who could have guessed a tray would be hard enough to knock me out for a moment…' and a moment it was. 'The next time I opened my eyes that little devil was gone. I had to wait for my transfiguration to end before I could go after him.'
The huge silver wolf ran at a leisure pace, his nose down in order to catch the scent of his fleeing cub.
Reaching a river, Greyback watched as said cub frantically looked around, his cheeks flushed and his breathing labored.
'Certainly a good look on him…'
He watched as his mate bolted after hearing a rustling noise in a nearby bush. Looking at it Fenrir snorted in amusement at seeing the small rabbit hopping out from its den.
He continued following silently, admiring the form of his soon to be mate.
Seeing him cross the river he asked himself if he should let the boy continue, but looking up at the sky he decided he wanted the time to REALLY play with him, and that could only happen after the boy got the strength and endurance of a werewolf.
_____________________________________________________________
Harry could feel it again. The feeling of someone, 'or something', Harry corrected himself, watching him.
Harry tried to increase his pace, wishing to leave those predatory eyes behind, he failed to notice where he stepped.
________________________________________________________________
Fenrir heard a loud metallic sound following by a sickening crunching noise coming from the direction his mate had run to.
In an instant the wolf was running, zooming thru the trees in search of his cub.
He found him a moment latter, sitting on the forest ground, tears in his eyes and his hands frantically trying to pry open a bears' trap clamped around his small ankle.
The wolf could smell the blood of his mate as well as his pain hanging heavily in the air.
Growling low in his throat, Fenrir approached the petite figure on the floor, seeing how the metal teeth bit into the milky skin of his mate, tainting it red.
_____________________________________________________________
Hearing a low growl, Harry looked up to see the biggest werewolf he had ever lay eyes on. For the firs time he understood how truly helpless he was. He thought, dazedly, that Remus looks like a sweet puppy in comparison to the beast standing in front of him, not that it wasn't a magnificent creature, but still…
'For heaven's sake, I think one stride of that thing equals to five steps of my own, I mean, I know I am small but this is ridicules!'
He was startled to see the wolf approach and doubled his efforts to free his leg, only managing to deepen the wounds.
With a warning sound the wolf was on him. Putting his arms up to protect his face he waited for the attack.
After several moments Harry looked up to see the creature seating beside him, face down, studying closely the trap.
He couldn't prevent the small laughter that escaped his mouth; it was just too funny seeing that monstrous wolf studying so intently the contraption.
That laughter turned into a soft gasp when he felt a rough tong lapping at the wounds.
Looking down he was amazed to see the gashes in his flesh start to seal.
"I never knew werewolf' saliva could heal wounds…" Harry whispered.
The wolf only response was to take the trap in between his jaws and, in a fashion too gentle to seem true, open it to let Harrys' foot loose.
The moment he was free, Harry started to examine his previously bleeding leg, finding nothing except small red dots where the metal teeth were previously imbedded.
His amazement quickly turned into panic when he felt the warm breath on the nape of his neck.
The next thing he felt was a sharp pain on the junction of his neck and shoulder, and then darkness.