Sacrifice

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catnona
I'm sure this chapter will make your wishes come true ^_^

Kuromei
I don't have to eat any gelato because the answers to all your questions are in this chapter :D *hugs Kuromei-chan*

Lee
I hope the week-long wait wasn't too hard for you to endure ^_^

qwerty
Your answers are below, so hurry up and read the chapter :D

Ehlonna Bloodstorm
New reviewer! Woo! *throws confetti on you*
I don't think Dumbledore can be blamed for what needed to be done to Harry; in this story, it was either the ritual or death. However, you can blame Dumbledore for throwing it all onto the poor boy while Fenrir's out of the picture; that he did do on purpose.

Anon
Alas, sometimes life can be cruel (sucks, I know -.-).

dana_aeryn
Yes, very sad for Harry, but perhaps Fenrir will cheer him up XD

fantasypainter
Yes, very, very sad. I sometimes wonder why I imagined it turning out the way it has; I'm usually in the habit of writing happier outcomes.

vaire
Hmm, lots of people angry with Dumbledore. We're gonna have an army of tearful fangirls chasing after him at this rate XD

ckhafre
Never, never apologise for a long review; writers lover 'em :D
I'm really pleased to hear that you're enjoying the fic, even moreso because you haven't read any since DH (which only inspired me to write more in order to block out the awfulness of Harry marrying Ginny XD). As for a Harry/Sev story, I'll see what I can do for ya. My next story after this has already been decided on, but after that I'll have to see.

YaoiBatman
The phoenix healing abilities heal poisons, magical infections/diseases, and physical abrasions. There isn't anything physically wrong with Harry's eyes, they aren't actually broken and if his poor eyesight was due to something like cataracts then it would have. As his eye-sight is genetic, however, there's nothing for the ability to actually heal.

With nothing more to say, I'll just get on with things, hmm?

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The sun was barely rising, the sky just turning a lighter shade of blue, so everyone else in the school was asleep. Not Harry though. He stood by a window in a classroom, watching the sky change colour and fearing the day ahead. It should've been a happy day, Hermione and Fenrir and all the other petrified students would be revived and be as good as new. All Harry could do was dread though.

Harry wanted to believe himself when he said he was being paranoid, and that he knew Fenrir loved him and wasn't just with him because he had werewolf in him...Yet he was still afraid and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was simply because it was hard to be confident about someone's feelings towards him when there were so many people around insisting the opposite. Harry was pretty sure Fenrir loved him and the loss of his lycanthropy wouldn't matter to the Alpha, but there was that fear...

Slowly, the teenager lifted a hand up to his neck and carefully pulled at the collar of his robe, revealing the slope of his neck on the left-hand side. Before the ritual, it was where he had been scarred by Isaac's bite. Now, there was nothing but smooth and unmarked creamy coloured flesh. Sad green eyes stared at the reflection in the window, at the unmared shoulder. Would it stay unmarked? Or would Fenrir put his own mark there?

Sighing, Harry replaced the material of his robe before he wrapped his arms around himself in an insecure hug and looked up at the fading new moon in the sky. In only a few hours, he'd know for certain.


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The day had only just started and yet it was already dragging from Harry. No doubt it was because he had woken so early, but that was little comfort. All he knew was that it was eight o'clock in the morning and he felt as though it should've been eight in the evening. The breakfast in front of him was a constant reminder of the fact it was morning though, a breakfast he had barely touched and that had not gone unnoticed by his companion eating beside him.

"You really should try and eat something, Harry," Severus advised him gently.

"I'm really not hungry, Sev." The teenager sighed, pushing his pile of scrambled eggs around his plate in a morose manner.

"Today could very well prove to be a stressful one though and you'll need all the strength you can get."

The seemed to destroy Harry's appetite completely and even the sight of the food became repulsive. With a sigh, he gave up completely, placing his plate on the coffee table in front and then leaning his elbows on his knees. Severus, upon seeing this, also gave up on his breakfast, resting his plate beside Harry's and then turning to the boy slightly.

"Would you like to discuss it?" The adult asked sympathetically.

Harry gave another light sigh and brushed his fringe away from his eyes before letting his hand trail down his cheek and prop up his chin. "What's there to talk about? I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I mean, it's only Fenrir. And, I mean, so what if we left things on a bad note? And yeah, I'm not the same now but that doesn't have to mean anything...Does it?"

The expression on Severus' face said something words would never be able to and Harry pressed his cheeks into his hands and rubbed at the corner of his eyes with his little fingers.

"Do you think he'll leave?" Harry eventually asked in a very quiet voice.

It was Severus' time to sigh then before he attempted to speak what he hoped was a reassurance. "In all honesty, I don't know, Harry," he admitted. "I'm on better terms with Greyback than most, but I don't really know him. The only one who can answer your question is yourself. You know him better than anyone." The man paused there and seemed to think for several seconds before speaking again. "If I had to make an educated guess, however, I think he'll stay. I believe he genuingly cares about you and if his feelings run as deep as I think they do, he'll be able to over-look the loss of your lycanthropy."

It was incredible how much better Harry felt upon hearing someone say what he had been trying to tell himself all along. It was even more relieving because it was Severus who had said it, the only other person whose opinion really mattered to the teenager. A little of Harry's fear melted away upon hearing that and he offered the man a hug in thanks. Severus returned the embrace, silent in his joy from cheering up his young friend.


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The time had come.

All but one of those who had been petrified had been revived. The only one remaining was Fenrir. Harry stood beside his lover's bed, next to Madam Pomfrey. Behind them, Sirius and Remus slowly left the Infirmary having failed to persuade the teenager that it was unwise to be in the room when Fenrir woke up. Harry had easily dismissed both their idea and their presence however. There was no point in putting off seeing the Alpha and it would be less stressful for all if they just got everything out of the way right there and then.

"You're certain about this, Mr Potter?" Madam Pomfrey enquired.

"Yes."

The medi-witch nodded. "Very well then. Once I administer the potion, Mr Aberwyst will wake up within the minute. He will no doubt be groggy at first but there should be no other side-effects. If, however, you think there is something wrong, I will just be in my office and you can call for me."

"Thank you." Harry murmured.

They fell into silence then as Madam Pomfrey did what needed to be done to revive Fenrir. Harry watched everything intently and even when it was all over, his eyes didn't stray from his Alpha. The medi-witch squeezed his shoulder reassuringly as she passed him to leave but said nothing. Soon, her foot-steps had faded away and Harry was left alone with Fenrir.

It took less than a minute for the adult to begin to stir but it felt like an eternity for the teenager as he watched. The first sign that Fenrir was waking up was the crease that came to his forehead. Then, together, his muscles started to relax as he gave a heavy grunt of discomfort. And then his expression changed and Harry could tell that Fenrir instantly knew that something was wrong, the look on his face made it obvious that he had caught the teenager's scent and knew it wasn't the same. Harry didn't want to speak, he didn't want to start the conversation he was dreading, and so he allowed his gaze to drop down to stare at his knees as he waited for Fenrir to collect his wits.

"What...What have they done to you?" The man growled eventually, his voice deep and heavy just as it was first thing in the morning when he was still waking up. It was almost enough to make the teenager forget the immediate trouble and just rejoice in hearing the voice of the man he loved for the first time in so long.

"It was the only way." Harry murmured, sounding regretful and guilty. "I was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. The only way to destroy the piece of his soul without losing my life was for my body to be burned in phoenix fire. It destroyed the lycanthropy in me as well though and I can't be re-infected."

It was a lot of information for Fenrir to take in and he was silent for several moments as he absorbed everything. Harry remained tense and anxious the entire time, afraid to move, afraid to speak. He just kept on looking at his knees, his hands fisted tightly in his lap. The sensation of a heavy stare on him made him only too aware that the man who had once been his Alpha was studying him intently. On the one hand, that was a good thing, it meant he hadn't been instantly dismissed. On the other hand, not being able to see the man's expression meant that Harry had no idea what sort of stare it was on him.

Eventually, just as Harry felt as though he was about to lose his mind, he heard one wonderful sounding grunted word: "Pup."

Green eyes immediately flew up to rest on the Alpha's form and filled with tears of relief at the sight of one of the large, calloused hands reaching out for him. Without hesitation, Harry took his mate's hand and was yanked off of his feet. He collapsed on top of Fenrir chest with a light grunt but was allowed no time to recover before he was dragged up the man's body and arms came around him in a tight embrace.

"You stupid, selfless, little idiot." Fenrir growled lowly as he clutched the teenager's slight form to his chest desperately.

Harry clung to his lover with an equal amount of desperation, his head buried against the man's neck. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with tears.

"I know you are, Pup, I know you are."

That assurance was enough to break Harry and he cried quietly against Fenrir's neck. Fenrir didn't scold him, only continued to hold the boy tightly, pressing a kiss to the head of messy hair before turning his head to hide his face in the strands. Not a second later and Harry felt the wet warmth of a single tear-drop hit the bare slope of his neck.


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"What was it like being petrified?"

Fenrir actually seemed to think about that question as he swung his legs over the side of the Infirmary bed. "Was a bit like being under water." He said eventually as he stretched his arms and back. "Sound was muffled, vision was blurry, was kinda aware of what was going on around me but it was confused." He paused then and set a pointed look onto the teenager beside him. "You shouldn't have cried so much for me, Pup."

A blush came to Harry's cheeks then and he glared half-heartedly at his Alpha. "Well, pardon me for being scared for you." He muttered defensively, turning away to pout.

However, the teenager had barely finished turning before Fenrir's arms came around his waist and yanked him backwards until his back collided with the man's hard chest. Harry's hands immediately came to rest on top of his lover's and he leaned back into the warmth. As he did, the werewolf leaned down slightly so his chin rested on the slight shoulder and his lips were right beside the shell of Harry's ear.

"You were scared for me, Pup?" The man rumbled quietly.

"Of course."

"You miss me?"

"Of course." Harry confirmed again with a small frown as he began to wonder where this was going.

"That's exactly how I felt about you." Fenrir breathed so quietly that Harry had trouble hearing it even with the man's lips right beside his ear. The message did get through to the teenager however, but the Alpha continued to talk before he could reply. "When you're stuck in one place, doing nothing, for so long, you can't help but think. And I thought about you. I wondered why there was no one there to comfort you when you cried into my chest, I wondered what you were doing when you weren't with me. I worried constantly, I missed you constantly, even when you were right beside me. Wasn't the same. Couldn't hold you in my arms, couldn't breathe in your scent, couldn't feel your heat..."

One of the adult's hands began to wander down the teenager's body then, immediately igniting feelings that Harry hadn't felt since Fenrir had been petrified. His nerve endings seemed to catch on fire and he felt a twitch underneath his robes as the first tingles of arousal spread through him. But, alas, their current surroundings were all too obvious in Harry's mind.

"Fenrir, we're still in the Infirmary," the teenager pointed out a little urgently.

"So?" The Alpha murmured before tracing the shell of his mate's ear with his tongue, one hand rubbing a soothing circle on the boy's abdomen.

"So, Madam Pomfrey is just in her office. Other people might walk in at any moment and see us."

"Let's give them something to see then." Fenrir rumbled deeply as he lowered his hand to cup his mate's growing erection.

Harry gasped as a ridiculously large spark of pleasure run through him at that simple touch but he was still obviously intent on not letting it go any further as he tried to struggle free. "Fenrir, not here," he tried to insist.

"Can't wait."

"Why not!"

His lips right beside the shell of the small ear, the Alpha's deep voice murmured: "Because I love you."

Harry's heart almost stopped beating and tears immediately filled his eyes. He froze completely, but so did Fenrir, and for the longest time they stood exactly where they were, the teenager staring ahead of himself with glassy eyes while the adult's face was buried and hidden between the head of dark haired and the slope of the boy's neck. Harry's heavy breathing was all the sound there was before, very suddenly, he gave a small sob and quickly turned in his lover's arms and buried his head into the man's chest. He didn't start crying but he continued to breathe very heavily as the arms holding him tightened and hard lips came to rest on top of his head.

It was ridiculous how much actually hearing the words meant. There really shouldn't have been any doubt in Harry's mind for Fenrir's affection for him, after all the werewolf had done for him and given up for him. Harry should've already been very secure in the man's love for him. There was something about actually hearing Fenrir say it though, and Fenrir saying it without any prompting at all, that was just so touching and overwhelming.

"C'mon then, Pup," Fenrir murmured, lightly scratching his sharp nails over Harry's back. "Since you're so determined to pander to everyone else, let's get back to our rooms so I can ravish you in private."

That sounded wonderful to Harry and he nodded his head against the Alpha's chest. He then took a step back and was immediately pulled to Fenrir's side. They got no further than that however before they heard the sound of opening doors and paused because of it. They saw that now standing in the doorway of the Infirmary were those wizards closest to Harry and the look on all of their faces was shock; even Severus appeared to be mildly surprised. It was safe to say that Dumbledore looked the most surprised, though that was only because Sirius' shock was muffled underneath an expression of complete distress. Obviously, he was not happy that his godson wasn't free from the clutches of Fenrir Greyback.

Strangely enough, it was Remus, standing just behind Sirius, who was first to break the silence. "How are you feeling?" He enquired very politely, obviouly making an effort for Harry's sake.

"Been better." Was all Fenrir grunted in reply as he began to lead Harry forward with the usual hand on the back of the teenager's neck.

"Do you know..." Sirius began to say.

"The pup's told me everything." The Alpha interrupted, passing the group of wizards by and heading out of the doorway.

"Then why are you still here? He doesn't have any werewolf in him anymore!" The godfather pointed out desperately, his voice becoming higher and starting to become slightly frantic.

Fenrir glanced over his shoulder at the man and offered a simple sneer. "If I just wanted the pup for his lycanthropy, I would've left years ago." He revealed plainly before he turned back around and began to lead Harry away again without further disruption.

They travelled the corridors of the school quickly and without word, both just intent on reaching their destination as soon as possible. Fenrir growled out their password when they reached the entrance to their rooms and didn't hesitate to drag Harry through the hole when it opened. The very moment they were inside their rooms their lips came together in a desperate kiss. An impatient whimper left Harry even as Fenrir was busy gathering the hem of the teenager's robes so he could yank it over his head. They had to separate for it of course, but the oppotunity was used to get off the adult's robe as well. With both males completely naked, they were immediately drawn together into another kiss that was just as passionate as the first.

Awkwardly, Harry was backed towards the direction of the bedroom without their kiss being broken. However, Fenrir soon lost patience with trying to do that and instead hefted his small mate into his arms to carry him into the bedroom. Harry immediately wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and relished the easier kissing position. Their lips stayed together in their intimate embrace right up until they reached their bed at which point Fenrir simply dropped Harry onto the mattress. The teenager gave a small noise of surprise at the sudden drop and held his arms back to save himself despite the fact common sense told him he'd have a soft landing.

As Harry straightened himself out on the bed, Fenrir retrieved their specially made lubricant from the bedside table and the Alpha couldn't help but feel pleased that there was exactly the same amount in there than when he had last seen it. With a small tub in hand, he got onto the bed and crawled over Harry, caging the smaller body in between his arms and legs before leaning down to hover his lips over the teenager's ear.

"Prepare yourself," he growled ferally, pushing the tub of lubricant into the boy's hand. "And be quick."

Harry wasted no time in doing exactly what he was told. He unscrewed the tub lid with ease and hastily scooped out a generous lump of the slick substance onto the index finger and middle finger of his left hand. Fenrir supported his legs for him, spreading them slightly and bending them at the knees; apparently they were to enjoy the old fashioned missionary position that afternoon. Harry had no complaint though. It was the most intimate position in his opinion and it needn't be said that both he and Fenrir simply wanted to be close to each other at that moment.

Without hesitation or teasing, Harry dipped his well lubricated middle finger inside his entrance and thrust it a few times before pulling it back out only to return it seconds later along with his index finger. He was well used to penetration after all so it was easy to get the first two fingers inside. It was the third and forth fingers that needed care. However, the urgency of wanting to be joined to Fenrir again and the excitement from knowing the man was watching everything he was doing made Harry a little more reckless. After pulling his fingers out to retrieve more lube, he returned them with a third finger. It was a tight fit though there was no pain.

Harry gave a small moan as he felt his prostate and his eyes slid shut in bliss. Because of that, he didn't see Fenrir inch down his body and so when he felt the roughness of a tongue skate over his hole, the pleasure was mixed with surprise. His eyes popped open again and he gave another light moan at the sight of Fenrir's head buried between his legs.

"Fenrir, uhn!" The teenager gasped as the tongue continued to swirl around his fingers and rim causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head in pleasure.

Then, rather abruptly, Fenrir stopped his rimming just as suddenly as he had started it. Harry made a noise of protest but it was cut short by his lips being stolen in a kiss.

"Can't have you coming yet, Pup," Fenrir murmured roughly as he pulled out of the kiss slightly.

The teenager gave a small pout at that and it spurred him on to prepare himself even faster. He reluctantly pulled his fingers free from himself and slicked them with more lube, this time slipping a forth finger into himself as well. Only a few thrusts and a few scissoring motions later, however, and he pulled his fingers free again.

"In me." He breathed urgently.

"Sure you're ready?" The adult questioned, obviously realising that it all ended as somewhat of a rush job.

"Of course," Harry insisted, bucking his hips to emphasise the point.

With no further agrument, Fenrir positioned Harry's legs just right before pushing himself into the loosened entrance, and despite his previous words Harry couldn't help but give a small noise of pain as it happened. It had been almost three weeks since Harry had done anything remotely sexual and his body had become slightly less accustomed to being entered.

Although it hadn't been the teenager's intent, Fenrir froze completely at the sound, his weight supported on both of his arms, as he stared down at his lover, his face contorted in effort. "All right?" He managed to growl out.

"Yeah, just...Move." Harry murmured with a wince.

"Sure?"

"The pain always fades when you move."

Needing no more encouragement, Fenrir pulled out very slightly before pushing himself back in. Harry didn't know whether to gasp in pleasure or in pain as the movement swirled the two together into a confusing sensation that was neither one nor the other. Gradually, after several more thrusts, the pain ebbed away more and more and it wasn't long before only pleasure was created by Fenrir's movements. Almost as though he sensed the change, the Alpha began to deepen his thrusts then, though he kept the pace long and steady.

Through blurred vision, Harry stared up at the ceiling. His arms were wound around Fenrir's neck while his legs were locked around the man's thick waist. All the while, the teenager's mouth hung open in a perminant gasp as each thrust into him stole his breath away. Their position was so wonderfully intimate and Harry turned his head to press a spontaneous kiss to his lover's temple. The pressure was barely on there for a second before Fenrir had turned his head so as to steal the younger's lips with his own. It was as they kissed that the Alpha brought one of his hands between them and began to pump Harry's dripping erection.

A choked sound escaped Harry then and he immediately felt the result of the increase of pleasure. His orgasm began to stir in the pit of his stomach and he began to move against Fenrir more enthusiastically. "Fenrir...I'm going to..."

The words were barely out of the boy's mouth before Fenrir had released a most vicious snarl, bared his sharp teeth and leaned in to bite down hard on the slope where the teenager's neck met his shoulder on the right-hand side. The sharp points easily pierced the soft skin and blood immediately started to trickle into the Alpha's mouth as he bit down firmly; he was going to make sure that the scar never faded, that the boy would always belong to him.

Harry couldn't help but cry out and it wasn't in pleasure. The teeth sinking into his flesh hurt a lot and the pain continued to throb even as the teeth left. It was no doubt muffled by the pleasant sensation of the after-glow and the sparks of pleasure every time his prostate was nudged, but it was still very painful and Fenrir licks did little to soothe the sensation. Harry blinked quickly to try and rid himself of the tears that had risen but a few stray ones escaped. No sooner had they begun to roll down his cheeks, however, then his lover's tongue had come to lick them away. Harry absently noted that the man's breath smelt of blood.

"I'm sorry," Fenrir said gruffly, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he continued to thrust into his young mate's tight hole.

"I'm not." Harry said simply as he lifted the arm attached to his uninjured shoulder to loop over his mate's neck. "I love you." He murmured sincerely.

The Alpha gave no reply other than to lean down and seal their lips together in a deep kiss as they continued their lazy mating.


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Harry was curled on his side, his hands gathered just under his chin, his chest gently rising and then falling as he breathed in and out softly. His eyes were shut, his expression peaceful. Covered only by the duvet of the bed, the fresh bite mark on his naked shoulder seemed to glow in the darkness of the room. Staring down at the sleeping teenager, Fenrir swore to himself that he would never allow himself to be separated from him ever again.

For that moment, however, the Alpha was going to leave his sleeping mate in the comfort and safety of their bed. There was something he very much wanted to do but it was only something that could be safely carried out under the cover of darkness. So, it was in absolute silence that Fenrir left their rooms and began to prowl the halls of Hogwarts, stalking down his prey.

As he moved, he couldn't stop the thoughts that swirled around his head and he naturally found himself getting angrier and angrier. He didn't blame Harry, of course! For all that Fenrir treated his pup like an adult, the Alpha knew only too well that the teenager was still only fifteen and he had been put into a situation that even adults would have found hard to cope with. No, if anything, he was extraordinarily proud of his pup. It was the rest of the world his anger was directed at.

He was angry at Snape. Snape should've been able to at least stall everything until he had been revived. Snape should've known that it wasn't the sort of decision Harry should of had to have made on his own. Snape should've known that he would've wanted to be there, to help his pup, to be there to tell him it would be all right, and to be there to greet him once the ordeal was over.

He was angry with Black and Lupin. Much like Snape, they should've tried to stall things. They claimed to want what was best for their godson and yet they allowed such a terrible decision to be placed on the teenager's shoulders.

Most of all, though, Fenrir was angry, completely furious, with Dumbledore. This entire situation was completely the headmaster's fault. Dumbledore was the one who had chosen the moment of Fenrir's absence to thrust it all on Harry and Fenrir was under no illusion that it hadn't been done on purpose. Things could've waited. There were no doubt other Horcruxes to find after all, there was no desperate need to destroy the one in Harry. And that was why Fenrir was beyond angry with the headmaster. While the others had simply failed to take the pressure from Harry's shoulder, Dumbledore was the one who had put that pressure there in the first place.

Fenrir was fully prepared to go to Dumbledore's room and drag him out of bed to say what needed to be said. However, he appeared to be in luck for once. Turning a corner, he saw the headmaster further up the corridor, moving slowly away from him. The Alpha barely thought before he was running up behind the old man and Dumbledore barely had time to react when a hand grabbed the scruff of his robe and yanked him backwards. Thrust up against the nearest wall, the wizard came face to face to a snarling Fenrir who held him in place with both hands.

"I'm only going to tell you this once," Fenrir growled very lowly, his tone full of restrained anger and hatred. "Unless you have news about the Horcruxes, I don't want to see you. I don't want you coming anywhere near my pup for any other reason than that. You have worn my patience far too thin, and if I could, I'd tear your chest open and rip out your heart right here and now. I have my pup to think of though and I can't afford to be thrown in Azkaban. Don't think my control is infinite though. Push me any further or do anything else to my pup, and Azkaban be damned, I will not hesitate to kill you."

With a final shove, Fenrir released Dumbledore and turned to stalk away then without waiting for the old man to give a reply. He felt marginally better for having told the headmaster off but it was a shallow feeling. Fenrir knew he wouldn't feel any real satisfaction until the day he and Harry were able to walk out of Hogwarts and be able to confidently say that they would never set foot in it again.