Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

Many thanks for the reviews :) All the more for those who reassured me that they either didn't think the last chapter was too rushed or that they didn't mind that it was rushed (considering it's about Horcruxes and we all know the details of those). So, yes, big boost of confidence for me there :D

VellaAngelik
Ooo, what a lovely review ^_^ I'm glad that you've enjoyed the story so much and at least you havn't had to suffer any of the cliffies by reading it all now XD

C. Khafre
I though if Fenrir was gonna be insecure about anything, it would be about something he can't (and doesn't want to completely) control. He can't control Harry, doesn't want to control him most of the time either.

Kuromei
Yeah, maybe Fenrir was jumping to conclusions...Or maybe he wasn't ^o^
Gotta have our final confrontation indeed. I'm hoping people aren't disappointed by it (as I always hope XD) *hugs Kuromei-chan*

Dragon
*squees* I purring dragon! *glomps*

Lilith
Yeah, Harry's just the epitome of innocent cluelessness :D

Spiros
The sweet fluff is what I write best :D

rectorlamia
I live in an area where people are racist behind others backs but when they're face-to-face they behave themselves. I'm not sure if that's better or worse than blatant racism -.-
Want me to be your Goddess, hmm? I could do that XD And I'm a pretty easy Goddess; I don't care if you drink or gamble or swear or shag anything with a pulse, just as long as you keep reviewing :D

Sirin Black
Locket scene could've been worse; could've had Draco, Harry, and Severus naked XD

Without further ado, on with the show :)

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The days passed seemed to linger and yet they also passed so quickly, spring seemingly disappearing before it had even started in order to make way for summer. With five of the six destroyable Horcrux having been distroyed (the seventh being the piece of soul inside Voldemort) Harry and Fenrir knew they were close to regaining their freedom. It was a thought that both excited and worried them. Although both of them were eager to escape Hogwarts and the world of wizards that they had never felt completely comfortable in, both were anxious about where exactly they would go. Also, while Harry worried he would lose contact with those he had come to care about (Severus, Draco, Sirius, Remus), Fenrir worried about where, exactly, they would go when the time to leave came.

Neither spoke their worries to the other and instead continued on with their shared life, taking each day as it came.

For the second time in Harry's experience, and most probably the last time he would experience, it was the last day before the summer holidays started for the students of Hogwarts. Harry knew that could very well mean the last time he saw his teenage friends for a very long time, if not ever again.

The moment Harry had woken, he had dressed and dashed from his and Fenrir's rooms. He knew the students began to leave the school at midday and it had been mid-morning at that point. If he only said goodbye to one person, he wanted it to be Draco and so he had headed straight for boy's room. He had found him packing and had ended up helping. That took him all the way until midday (something he had regretted when he realised) and so he decided to walk his friend to the school's entrance.

Standing at the open doors, looking out at the carriages that waited for the students outside, the two boys were sharing a close hug, neither looking particularly willing to release the other. Harry knew that he, personally, was reluctant to allow Draco to go but only because he feared for the boy's safety. Lucius Malfoy was an active Death Eater and Draco was actively helping the Light. Only the other day he had provided information on the possibility of the last Horcrux being kept in his maternal aunt's vault at Gringotts. If his father was to discover he had told them even that, Harry dreaded to think what would happen to his friend.

"I'll write to you as soon as anything else comes up." Draco murmured quietly into Harry's ear.

"Don't put yourself in any danger." The dark haired boy ordered sternly as he pulled away, finally breaking the embrace.

The blond offered him an amused smile. "People don't call me a Daddy's Boy for nothing; he wouldn't let me get hurt even if he did find out what I'm doing."

The expression on Harry's face clearly conveyed that he wasn't in the least reassured.

Draco shook his head and patted the shorter male's shoulder. "See you again soon Harry," he said by way of parting before he turned and headed out of the school, dragging his trunk behind him.

Not a moment later, the call of his own name had Harry turning to look over his shoulder. He was delighted to see Hermione hurrying over to him, a bright smile on her face, Ron trailing along not too far behind.

"Oh, I'm so glad you guys haven't left yet!" Harry gasped happily as he met his female friend in a hug. "I didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye. I probably won't be here when you get back in September and I hated the thought of never seeing you again without a proper farewell."

Hermione pulled back then and offered a folded piece of parchment. "It's just as well I have this for you then," she declared a little breathlessly. "It's my address. I'd love it if you wrote to me."

Harry couldn't contain his smile at that and immediately accepted the paper. "Of course I will."

"Ron's is on there as well, so you can write to him too." The girl revealed.

The smile on Harry's face just wouldn't leave and he gave his friend another quick hug. It was then that Ron joined them and immediately Harry switched from hugging the girl to wrapping his arms around the other boy. Ron was obviously surprised by the sudden embrace and although his face turned bright red, he did return the hug, giving Harry's back a few awkward pats. When they separated, he returned Harry's bright smile however so all was well.

"Have wonderful summers, both of you," Harry wished them both, stepping back a pace.

"And you make sure to keep safe." Hermione basically ordered.

"Yeah, we don't want our copies of The Daily Prophet to arrive one morning with the head-line that you've kicked the bucket." Ron said by way of agreement with what Hermione had said.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of letting Voldemort win." Harry told them both confidently, ignoring the slight flinch from the red head at the use of the name.

Hermione was obviously pleased with it though as she smiled. "Well then," she said with a final sigh. "Let's hope it isn't too long before we can see each other again. Bye Harry."

"Bye Hermione, bye Ron." The dark haired boy returned with a smile of his own.

"See ya later, mate," Ron said as he passed the shorter male by on the way outside, giving the slim shoulder a few hefty pats in the process.

Harry said nothing more and instead watched his two friends walk out the school's entrance. He hoped he would see them again but he supposed that moment wasn't really the best for planning ahead. The future was even more uncertain than before after all.

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It was technically the first day of summer but that didn't stop Hogwarts being full of people. Harry and Fenrir still resided in the grounds (though mostly kept outside now that there were no students) but there were many other people there that day. The Order of the Phoenix (which Harry was now pretty certain was some sort of club) were meeting in the headmaster's office to discuss how it would be best to retrieve the final Horcrux, Hufflepuff's Cup.

With every member having already arrived and sitting in Dumbledore's office, Harry was surprised most of all about just how many people could fit into the room that was hardly what could be considered large in size. There were ten other people in the room: Dumbledore (of course); Severus; Sirius; Remus; Kingsley Shacklebolt; Tonks; the man Harry had been assured was the real Mad-Eye Moody; and then there were three members of the Weasley family, the parents and their eldest son. Along with Harry and Fenrir, there were twelve people in the room and although Harry could see them all in there, and he was sitting on Fenrir's lap rather than his own chair, he still couldn't quite understand how everyone had fit in the room so comfortably. The time arrived, however, when he was no longer able to concentrate on that conumdrum and instead he had to focus on the conversation at hand.

"At least we know the important things," Kingsley was saying to everyone. "We know what the Horcrux is and we know where it is. Now it's just a matter of getting it.

"Well, Draco told me that he can get the key for us if we really need it," Harry revealed. "But isn't there a way we can get in without it?"

"You mean break in?" One of the Weasley males, the younger, asked.

"No, nothing as extreme as that, but, well," he turned to look over to Tonks and Kingsley then (doing his best to avoid looking at the retired Auror just beside them). "You guys are Aurors, can't you get a warrant or something?"

"Too high profile." Kingsley disagreed. "Maybe if there wasn't a chance of us getting the key we'd go for it. Since it is an available option though, I don't see a reason for turning down his offer."

"But it's so dangerous for Draco." Harry tried to protest.

The male Auror shrugged. "He volunteered."

"But even if we have the key, it'll still be suspicious if people other than the Malfoys try to access it." Remus spoke up then.

"Polyjuice." The younger Weasley male suggested. "If Draco Malfoy can get us the Lestrange vault key, I don't see why he can't send along some hair samples from himself and his father."

"But then there's still the problem that the Lestrange vault has been frozen due to the incarceration of all the members of the family. Even if someone did just walk up with the key, even a member of the Malfoy family, they wouldn't be allowed access." Mad-Eye Moody revealed.

"Well, we're Aurors, we'll get some permission." Tonks easily said with a slight shrug. "It'll be far more discreet not to mention easier than getting a search warrant as well. We'll write up a letter giving Draco Malfoy permission to access the vault."

"Why Draco?" Harry asked curiously.

"He's the sole heir to his aunt's fortune since the woman's too insane to bother having children." Tonks explained.

"Well, if the Aurors are going to take care of getting into the vault, now all we have to decide is who will take the polyjuice potion and enter the vault as Lucius and Draco." Dumbledore said then.

"Surely Greyback will have to go as he's the one who can sense Horcruxes." Severus pointed out reasonably.

"But we actually know what we're looking for this time," Sirius disagreed almost immediately. "We know we're looking for a cup, anyone can recognise a cup."

"And what if there's more than one cup?" The Potions Master challenged. "What if there are several? Are they all to be returned to the school for examination? It would be far simpler to simply send Greyback."

"Do you mind going, Merick?" Dumbledore asked the werewolf.

Fenrir gave a small grumble of discontent. "I ain't thrilled with the idea but if it gets it out the way faster then I'll go." He replied a little awkwardly.

"I think it would be easier all around if you did go." The headmaster said with a small nod. "Now, that just leaves the question as to who will be Draco."

"The pup." Fenrir said instantly.

It was no great surprise when Sirius spoke up in disagreement. "Absolutely not."

"I ain't gonna go with anyone else."

"Then we'll send someone else."

The Alpha shrugged. "You do that then."

"Greyback, please," Remus tried then in a pacifying manner. "Surely you realise just how dangerous this could turn out to be. Do you really want to expose him to that sort of danger?"

"You mean like the sort of danger similar to letting him track down and fight a basilisk by himself?" Fenrir sneered. "I'll be there to look after him. Besides, polyjuice potion works better when the one drinking the potion is similar in height and build to the one whose likeness is being taken on."

"How the hell do you know that?" Kingsley gasped.

"I did attend Hogwarts for five years," the Alpha said with a roll of his eyes before returning to his point. "The pup's the closest to the little ponce's height and build, he's the natural choice."

That was something no one could argue with and Harry couldn't keep a small grin off of his face; they'd won on that issue at least.

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With a plan on how to retrieve Hufflepuff's Cup now formed, Harry needed to write to Draco in order to instruct on what they needed: samples of both his and his father's hair; and the key to the Lestrange vault at Gringotts. He had left writing it until the weekend for no other reason than because of procrastination. He knew it wasn't really the sort of thing that should be put off but things just kept coming up mostly involving Fenrir. In fact, at that very moment, as the teenager attempted to write the letter, thick arms came around his shoulders and a rough cheek rubbed against his own.

"What're ya doin', Pup?" The deep voice of the Alpha rumbled in his ear, the tone laced with obvious arousal.

"Writing to Draco, telling him what we need for the potion." Harry answered distractedly, the movement of his quill never even slowing.

Fenrir gave a small growl at that and gently bit the teenager's ear lobe. Harry's vision immediately began to swim and he shivered in pleasure before snapping out of it. He tried his best to shrug his lover off then, turning his head in an attempt to distance himself from the man's lips.

"Fenrir!" He whined as the lips followed him and began to nuzzle down the length of his neck. "C'mon, I don't jump you like this when you're doing something."

"Hmm, pity," the Alpha grunted as he swiped his tongue up the length of the flesh he'd just nuzzled.

"I've put it off too long already, I have to write it now." Harry continued to protest.

"You can spare fifteen minutes."

"It wouldn't be fifteen minutes though, would it?" The teenager pointed out ruefully. "You'd keep me locked in the bedroom all afternoon, at least 'til it was dinner time."

"What makes you do sure?"

"It's what you did on Thursday when I was sitting down to write a letter. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were doing it on purpose."

"Can't help it that you're just that irrisistable." Fenrir growled lowly as he continued to pay a lot of attention to the teenager's neck even as he trailed one of his hands down the chest to rest suggestively on the flat stomach.

Harry frowned then and firmly lifted the man's hand from off of his stomach. "Fenrir, stop it, I have to write this letter."

"I ain't stoppin' ya," the Alpha pointed out lazily as he replaced his hand on Harry's stomach. "Feel free to keep writing, doesn't bother me."

"And how exactly am I supposed to concentrate on writing when you're doing...That, to me?" Harry demanded as the hand on his stomach began to lightly rub him through his robe.

"Not my problem. Never said you couldn't keep writing, not my fault you're easily distracted."

Easily distracted! Harry's mouth set in a grim line then; he'd show Fenrir just how easy it was to distract him. More determined than ever, the boy chose to simply ignore the hand on his abdomen and returned to writing his letter. He made a show of inking his quill again and putting the nib to paper to continue to write.

"Ah, so puppy wants to play, does he?" Fenrir chuckled in a husky voice. "That's fine with me. Of course, you do know you're going to lose, right?"

Harry remained completely silent.

"Tryin' to prove a point?" The man asked, his tone still laced with amusement, as the hand on the teenager's stomach moved lower down to cup the growing erection underneath the old robe. "No matter how much you try and pretend you're not effected, this," he paused there and gave the firmness a good squeeze, "will always give you away."

Harry grit his teeth and stiffled a moan. He was determined to stay focussed. He wouldn't sit back and enjoy Fenrir's attentions, he wouldn't even acknowledge them. No, he would write his letter. Once he had written his letter, he might give in, maybe, as long as his lover wasn't too much of a prat between that very moment to when the letter was finished.

A few minutes passed then and Harry was rather impressed with himself. Fenrir was still stroking him through his robe and yet he had managed to successfully put it out of his mind. He had made good progress with his letter and his handwriting hadn't appeared to have suffered because of the attentions. However, Fenrir had obviously noticed it as well and wasn't as impressed as he began to slink around the side of Harry's chair, dipping down onto his knees as he did and moving in front of the teenager.

Harry's hand froze momentarily and his eyes widened in both horror and anticipation. Surely Fenrir wasn't going to...Not while he was...Not underneath a desk! It was mind-boggling, it was shocking, it was an incredibly hot idea! If it had been any other time, Harry would've relished it. He was busy trying to prove a point at that moment though and having Fenrir suck him off underneath the desk wasn't going to help in putting that point across. Harry was incredibly tempted to protest in some way, either verbally or trying to keep the man physically at bay. That would count as acknowledging Fenrir though and that was exactly what the man wanted. Harry was determined not to lose and so he steeled himself for the pleasure he knew was about to come.

No matter how hard he prepared though, nothing could stop his heart-rate spiking at that initial lick and burst of pleasure. Harry thought that stopping himself from groaning or at least closing his eyes was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. And then when he slipped inside Fenrir's mouth completely and that hot, moist tongue ran across the entire underside of his erection, the teenager held his breath to stop himself from making any sort of sound.

Although he was determined not to glance down at that man currently pleasuring him, he could feel the intense gaze that was fixed on him and he could feel the lips around him were curved in a smirk. It only made Harry stubbornly keep writing, his pace even speeding up. His quill practically flew across the sheet of parchment and although the handwriting was getting steadily worse it was at least still ledgible. The fact that he had almost written all that he wanted to write spurred the teenager on greatly; if he could just hold on a little bit more...

The sudden long, hard suck on him was almost Harry's undoing. His right hand clenched and almost snapped his quill in half. It managed to survive but it still took all of Harry's self control to put it back to paper. He wanted nothing more than to drop it, dive his fingers into Fenrir's hair and thrust himself further into the man's mouth. It wasn't helping that Fenrir was intentionally adding variety to his act so that Harry didn't have a chance of getting used to the sensations. One moment he would suck, then he would pause and just use his tongue, then he would stop that and gently use his teeth; it was all completely maddening!

Pleasure started to build on top of pleasure and it became more and more difficult for Harry to keep acting as though nothing was happening. Every muscle in his body screamed to move, his voice wanted to moan and cry in delight, his eyes wanted to drift shut. The letter was no more than a line and a signiture away from completion though, he was so close to finishing it...

A long, hard suck on him was Harry's undoing. With a keen of pleasure, he dropped his quill, his hands immediately flying down to run through Fenrir's hair, as his back arched and he pushed himself further into the man's mouth. Fenrir obviously took that at a sign to stop playing as his efforts in everything doubled; his teeth, his tongue, his sucking. With such overwhelming sensation, the teenager's orgasm rushed through him almost immediately, earning another keen from him.

With his seed quickly being swallowed by Fenrir and the after-glow rapidly settling in, Harry released a heavy sigh and sank bonelessly into his chair. It wasn't long before he had been tugged off of the chair by his Alpha and bundled up in the man's arms in a close bear-hug.

"Can't resist me forever, can ya Pup?" Fenrir smirked triumphantly.

Harry gave him a lazy smirk of his own as he reached up to the desk and pulled down the piece of parchment he'd been writing on. He held it up and displayed that his name was now signed near the bottom. "Actually," he drawled, his voice filled with satisfaction, "I finished the letter just before I came. So, technically, I was free to react to you. I win."

Fenrir gave a light growl, one of playful irritation, and leaned in close to his mate's face. "I'll get you next time."

The teenager's smirk remained even after he had pecked a quick kiss to the adult's lips. "I look forward to it."

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Everyone, even Harry, had been surprised when the letter to Draco Malfoy was answered but two days after it had been sent. One afternoon, Harry had recieved a parcel from the blond teenager. It contained the key to the Lestrange vault and also two sealed, glass vials, each one containing strands of blond hair, one labelled as Draco's and the other labelled as Lucius's. Fortunately, Severus had some Polyjuice potion stored away (Harry had made a mental note to never tease the man about his almost obsessive need to brew and store even the most obscure potions) so there was no need for them to wait for him to brew some.

And so came the day Fenrir and Harry had both looked forward to and dreaded at the same time; the day they were to take the Polyjuice and travel to Diagon Alley through the floo network. Both had gagged at the taste of the potion, both had been distasteful of their new bodies (Fenrir making a comment about feeling his testosterone level drop by half), and both had been reluctant to travel through floo. It was the only way to get them to Diagon Alley without Apparating however, and as much as Fenrir didn't want to floo, he out-right refused to Apparate.

They had left through Dumbledore's office and now they had each popped out of the fireplace in the Leaky Couldron. While Fenrir's arrival had been surprisingly graceful, Harry's had been less and he would have fallen if not for Fenrir deftly catching him before he could hit the ground.

"Honestly Draco, do try to maintain a certain sense of decorum." Fenrir chided in a voice that sounded remarkly like the Malfoy patriarch. So much in fact that it earned an astonished look from Harry.

"How the hell are you doing that?" He demanded in a hiss, making sure to keep his voice down so that no one accidently over-heard.

"I grew up around pureblood ponces, I know what one sounds like." Fenrir grunted, his voice returning to normal which was incredibly odd when the sound came from Lucius Malfoy's lips.

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean you can automatically parrot one," the teenager murmured as he was led out of the pub by the adult. "It just sounds so different from your usual voice."

"Don't doubt for a second that Malfoy talks that way naturally," the werewolf advised very quietly as he they came to stop behind a couple of middle-aged witches who were in the process of opening the way into Diagon Alley. He leaned in closer to Harry before finishing his sentence: "People like him are expected to talk the way he does, wouldn't surprise me if he puts a lot of it on. I grew up around purebloods remember? Used to be one. I know how they think unfortunately."

"Seems pretty pathetic." Harry said, wrinkling his nose.

"Yeah, well," Fenrir began until he was abruptly cut off by someone else.

"Excuse me, Mr Malfoy?" Said a female voice from behind them.

Both Harry and Fenrir paused and turned around to see who was being inconvenient and trying to talk to them. No sooner had they done that than they were blinded by the flash of a photo being taken of them. Then, when they had barely recovered, Fenrir found a well-manicured hand had been thrust in front of him to shake.

"Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet," the woman introduced herself before getting straight her point. "There have been some rather nasty rumours floating around about you lately, Mr Malfoy; care to comment?"

Harry felt like groaning; so much for keeping things discreet. It was just typical that a reporter of all people would have to be in the same area as them and just have to notice them. He hoped that Fenrir would do the smart thing, say "no comment" and then just keep on walking. Unfortunately, one glance at the Lucius Malfoy face and the teenager could tell that his Alpha was going to use the oppotunity to cause trouble.

"And what rumours are they?" He asked, once again falling into a faultless impression of the Malfoy patriarch's cultured accent. "You mean the ones that refer to me as a Death Eater? Well, it's completely true."

The reporter's expression faultered at that and she looked genuingly shocked. "What?"

"You wanted a head-liner, yes? Well now you have one. Lucius Malfoy is a Death Eater; I admit it." Fenrir said easily. "I've also been molesting my son since he was thirteen," and there he grabbed Harry by the back of his neck, causing the boy's grey eyes to widen in something akin to horror and they remained as wide as headlights even as their lips smashed together in a violent and showy kiss.

The light of a flash bulb flickered almost immediately and once it had, Fenrir released Harry. The teenager staggered a little in a somewhat dazed fashion and so Fenrir kept one arm around him as he turned a sneer onto the female reporter. "Feel free to put that on your front page and to quote me on anything I've just told you." He turned them and began to walk them away then, flippantly calling over his shouder: "I'll look forward to reading the article."

For long moments Harry was speechless and remained completely silent as his mate led him along. It was only when the large building that was Gringotts finally came into view that the teenager recovered enough to speak. "What the hell was that?"

"That poncy bastard deserves to be taken down a peg or two." Was all Fenrir said to that.

"But what about Draco? You totally just humiliated him!"

"Yeah, well he can stand a bit of dressing down as well."

Harry could only stare at Fenrir completely aghast.

Fenrir rolled his eyes. "Oh c'mon Pup, it's not the end of the world. Malfoy will see it, make a complaint, and before long they'll be able to prove it wasn't actually him and he'll get a retraction or something. No harm done in the long run. Besides, bet I made that stupid bint's day."

The teenager didn't say anything in reply to that, knowing that Fenrir wasn't a man who could be argued with. Truth be told, if not for the fact that Draco had been involved, he would've been a willing participant in trying to shame the name of Lucius Malfoy. Draco was his friend though and didn't deserve to be humiliated just because his father was a prat. But the damage had already been done. All Harry could hope was that his lover was right and that the truth would come out soon enough.

"Wasn't the same as kissing you." The Alpha said then, taking Harry quite by surprise.

"It wasn't?"

"Nah. Blondie's got no lips. I'd kiss you over him any day."

Harry frowned a little then and licked his lips, trying to decide if they were just as slim and unnoticeable as Fenrir apparently thought they were.

Fenrir sniggered at the sight. "Forget it Pup," he chuckled, patting the boy's head (after making sure no one was paying particular attention to them). "Just take my word that you've got a better kiss, better looking too."

"My, aren't you just full of compliments today." Harry noted, truthfully a little confused by the usually grumpy man's jolly mood.

"Maybe Malfoy's ponciness is rubbing off on me." The Alpha grunted just as they reached the massive building that was Gringotts. "Only speak when your spoken to, yeah? It'll make things easier."

"All right." The teenager agreed with a nod.

"Oh, and Pup?"

"Yeah?"

"Try not to stare." The man smirked as he pushed the door open for the boy to enter.

Harry wanted to question what his Alpha meant but he wasn't given the chance. Fenrir took his wrist and dragged him into the bank. They strode straight down the middle and over to a long counter that lined one wall. The teenager's eyes widened and his jaw dropped at the sight of those sitting behind the counter; tiny, ugly men, all looking incredibly grumpy. When the adult noticed the boy's expression, he gave him a discreet clip around the back of the head.

"If you're quite finished looking like a fish, you wanna remember who you are?" Fenrir growled irritably.

"But what are they?" Harry whispered slightly urgently.

"Goblins."

"Why are they here?"

"What sort of retarded question is that? They run this place, that's what they're doing here."

It was then that they reached the counter and found themselves face to face with one of the goblins. It slowly looked over to them and then, in a clipped tone, barked, "yes?"

"My son wishes to make a withdrawl from the Lestrange vault," Fenrir answered in the Lucius Malfoy voice. He lifted the envelope containing the letter from Tonks and Kingsley and held it out for the goblin to take. "We have written permission from two Aurors."

Whether the goblin was unconvinced or it was just its usual grumpy expression was unclear but it took the envelope without fuss. Harry didn't know how Fenrir felt as the creature opened the envelope and read the letter, but he could feel his own pulse racing and he was sure he could hear his heart pounding. If the goblin didn't believe their story or decided to delve further into the origins of the letter, they're smokescreen could be too easily blown away and they'd be left to face the consequences of trying to enter a vault they had no right to enter. Harry didn't like the idea of being found out, too much trouble was likely to be caused by it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the goblin folded the letter back in half and placed it somewhere under the counter. "Very well." It said in a clipped tone. "If you would like to give me your key," he instructed, and there was something in its tone that implied that he was suspicious of the situation.

"Of course," Fenrir said before bringing a hand to rest on Harry's shoulder. "Give him the key, Draco."

Harry thanked every lucky star he knew that he was paying close attention at that moment. He could only imagine the trouble that would've started had he not and missed the call of "Draco". It wasn't something he was used to being called after all. All was well in that aspect though and he quickly fished the large key out of the inside pocket of the coat he wore, lifting it to hand to the goblin. It was taken, studied closely, and then, finally, it seemed as though the goblin had enough confirmation of who the people in front of him were to justify no longer being suspicious.

"If you'd like to follow me then, Messirs Malfoy."

Without word, Fenrir and Harry waited for the little creature to hop from his stool and come waddling around the side of the counter to join them. Then, they followed on after him as he led them through Gringotts, all the way to the vaults. They passed them one by one before, finally, stopping in front of the one which was the Lestrange vault.

Harry couldn't help but feel increadibly uneasy as they stepped up to the massive door, because of the situation and because of the location. It was such a strange place filled with strange creatures and they were doing something that could get them into so much trouble. The boy edged closer to the adult beside him descreetly and lightly gripped the man's coat. Fenrir didn't pass comment but his eyes did briefly look down to the head of blond hair. When the clank of the opening door lock came, Harry visibly jumped and made no show of hiding how he was clinging to Fenrir. Luckily, the Alpha was able to quickly take control and adjust his arm so that it hid their contact and even allowed Harry to get a better grip on him. It was something the boy immediately took advantage of and he contented himself with clamping his lover's arm in a vice-like grip.

By the time the vault door was fully open, Harry had calmed down enough to drop Fenrir's arm and so when the goblin turned back to look at them, there was nothing out of the ordinary. "Take your time." The goblin invited insincerely, obviously meaning the complete opposite.

Fenrir gave the creature a sneer (partly because it was what Malfoy would have done, but also because he simlpy didn't like the goblin) as he led Harry into the vault. Althought the door wasn't shut behind them, the goblin had stepped to the side and was no longer visible in the doorway. It meant that as long as they kept their voices down, they were free to search however they liked. They still couldn't take too long though as their reason for being there implied that "Draco" knew what it was he wanted to retrieve.

"What do we do now?" Harry murmured quietly, taking a brief glance over his shoulder in an attempt to relieve his paranoia.

"Look for a cup, but don't touch anything," Fenrir instructed as he moved forward himself. "There's a lot of dark magic in here; the majority of this stuff is probably hexed or cursed."

"Can you not sense the Horcrux?" The teenager asked anxiously.

"It's in here," the werewolf growled. "I don't know where exactly but it is in here."

"How about I start on the left and you start on the right and then we'll meet in the middle?"

The adult didn't bother to give a verbal answer to that. Instead, he grunted and moved off to his designated side. Harry watched him for a moment before turning to his own side and beginning his own search. He kept it at the front of his mind not to touch anything, the warning of possible curses being enough to sufficiently scare him into compliance. Not that he would've been foolish enough to touch anything anyway. He may not have been too knowledgable of magic but he knew enough to know that anything to do with dark wizards (and therefore dark magic) was to be treated with caution.

They had only seemed to have been searching for less than a couple of minutes before Fenrir spoke once again: "Pup, over here," his voice was quiet, no doubt so that the goblin outside couldn't hear, but the sound easily reached Harry's ears.

Turning to look behind himself, Harry saw his Alpha pointing to one of the higher shelves. He followed the line of the pointed finger and saw what he was meant to; an old, unremarkable goblet. He frowned a little and moved over to his mate as he kept a constant stare on the cup.

"That's it?" He asked a little sceptically.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure? It doesn't really look like a Horcrux."

"Neither did you." Fenrir grunted without humour.

Harry said nothing to that; the comment had been completely correct after all. Looking back up to the cup, he noticed that it was rather high up, about the same distance that Ravenclaw's diadem had been. That meant that the only safe way to get it was...

"So, you gonna lift me up?" Harry asked as he stepped around in front of Fenrir, his back to the man, and held his arms out to his sides.

Although the teenager had his back to his lover, he knew the man too well to know that he was struggling with the idea of letting Harry handle the Horcrux first once again.

"C'mon Fenrir, we don't have time. It'll be fine, just like last time." The teenager attempted to reassure.

Fenrir was still obviously unimpressed (as he always was with most things) but he did allow himself to be persuaded. His hands came to grip either side of his mate's waist and he easily hefted Harry off of his feet and into the air. The teenager wasted no time in reaching up and out to the cup. He had to stretch out quite a bit in order to reach it but he finally managed to get his hand into such a position that he could clasp the neck of the goblet comfortably. The apparently cool metal had only touched his skin for the briefest of moment, however, before his palm suddenly felt as though he was clutching a red hot poker.

"Ah! Fuck!" Harry gasped as his hand opened of its own accord and the goblet clattered to the floor at Fenrir's feet uselessly, curiously producing another one just as it hit the gound.

Harry was immediately set down on his feet and swung around so he was facing Fenrir. The man grabbed his hand and studied it intently. "Burnt?"

"Yeah."

"Is there a problem in there, Messirs Malfoy?" The voice of goblin asked then though he thankfully didn't come into them.

"We're fine, thank you." Fenrir replied immediately, nothing about the situation being betrayed in his tone. He offered no explanation and the goblin didn't press him for one. It was something Harry was thankful for as he wasn't sure he wanted to know what sort of excuse Fenrir would've made up.

The Alpha gave a soft grunt as he dropped Harry's hand in favour of shrugging off his coat so he could get to his shirt underneath. Nonchalantly, he ripped off his left sleeve from the shoulder; apparently his strength hadn't been effected by the Polyjuice. That, or Lucius Malfoy was a lot stronger than he looked.

"Wrap the cup up in that," he instructed Harry as he shrugged his coat back on. "Will probably stop it from multiplying as well."

Harry nodded and went to comply but had to hesitate when he realised that he wasn't sure which of the two was the one they needed. Or did he have to take both? Would he be able to wrap up both in just one sleeve? Fenrir hadn't given him his other sleeve and so that lent itself to the explanation that he was only supposed to take one. Though that then led back to the question of which one he was supposed to wrap up...

"The one on your left." Fenrir grunted suddenly upon noticing the boy's dilemma.

With the bit of information, Harry wasted no more time in seizing the cup, his skin protected by the material of the sleeve. With it in his hand he could then manouver it easily so that the cloth was wrapped around it completely and securely, the loose end tucked into a fold to prevent it from unravelling randomly. Fenrir held his hand out for it and Harry sighed a little as he handed it over; the Alpha really didn't baby him too much sometimes.

Tucking the cup into the inside of his coat, Fenrir sent a glance to Harry as he started out of the vault. "Grab something." He instructed simply.

Harry was a little confused as to what the man meant at first but he quickly figured it out. They had entered under the excuse that Draco needed to retrieve something from the vault, if they came back out with seemingly nothing then eyebrows would be raised. So Harry grabbed the first thing that came to hand (some sort of book) and then quickly followed Fenrir out of the vault.

No words passed between the two on the way out, nor were they exchanged with the goblin who led them back out to the main body of Gringotts. The silence remained as they left the bank and even continued when they were a fair distance away from it. Only when they were approaching The Leaky Couldron did Harry finally speak.

"We have it." He breathed in disbelief.

"Yeah." Fenrir grunted.

"And as soon as it's destroyed, there'll be no other Horcruxes left and Voldemort can finally be killed." Harry murmured, sounding slightly awed by that idea before his tone turned excited. "You know what that means, right?"

A grin spread across Lucius Malfoy's face then. Not caring who saw, Fenrir brought his arm up and around Harry's shoulders, pulling him in closer and keeping him at his side. He didn't speak, so Harry spoke the words they were both thinking.

"We're free to leave Hogwarts."