Sacrifice

Hi everyone :)

If reviews were solid, I'd each and every one of them a kiss :D

VellaAngelik
I'm glad you approve of the way of write Fenrir ^_^

Lilith
They're so close, aren't they? Just one chapter left of their advanture!

Dragon
"tap some Riddle ass" Oh man, that did make me chuckle XD

C. Khafre
Don't ya just hate people who don't update? That's why I always do :D

Kuromei
*makes a paper fan and waves it in your direction* Better? XD
Lucius Malfoy's name was hardly shiny in the first place so Fenrir didn't really do that much damage ^_^ *hugs Kuromei-chan*

rectorlamia
Wow, it was that funny, huh? XD Good to know :D

Spiros
Ah, Lucius has enough money to deal with it XD

Hmm...Nothing more to say O.o Let's just get on with things, yeah?


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Dear Draco,

This will be the last time I write to you from Hogwarts and, actually, this is the last time a letter from me will need to be destroyed the moment you've read it. Fenrir and I have come up with a plan, but it's a plan only you can make work. Don't worry, it doesn't require anything too taxing from you. All I need you to do is this; the next letter you get after this, make sure you show it to your father. No matter what it says, no matter what you think it gives away, you must show it to him, Draco. I know what I'm doing, don't doubt that for a second, so please just go with the flow no matter what.

Now, onto more pleasant topics. How are you...

"Pup?"

Harry's scribbling quill paused when he heard his name and he glanced up from the letter he was writing. Over his shoulder, he saw Fenrir standing in the doorway of their bedroom behind him, obviously having only just woken up. Harry had woken up at least a half an hour earlier. It was much earlier than either of them usually woke. It was early morning, very early morning, and the sun was only just starting to rise.

"Morning." He greeted the man quietly.

"Writing to the Malfoy whelp?" The Alpha asked as he moved over to the boy, bringing his arms around Harry's neck, splaying his large hands on the slight chest.

"Mmhmm." Harry hummed. "Just letting him know about the plan...Well, at least his role in it."

Fenrir gave a small grunt at that but otherwise passed no comment. There was a moment of nothing then before the man actually spoke. "Excited for later?"

Ah yes, later. Later would be when they finally got to leave Hogwarts with the knowledge that they never had to go back. They could leave the entire Wizarding world and never have any contact with it again. Harry doubted they'd go quite that far (Fenrir hadn't shown any signs of wanting Harry to cut all his ties with his wizard friends anyway) but it was more the principle of the thing. If they wanted, they need never think of magic or wizards ever again.

"Yeah," Harry confirmed after that thought with a smile before that smile faded to be replaced with a worried frown. "But...I'm a little scared as well."

"Of what?"

The teenager shrugged a little, feeling embarrassed. "Well, we've got no where to go. Don't get me wrong, I know you'll look after me, that's not what I'm worried about. I guess...Well, I guess I'm just thinking about too many what-ifs."

Fenrir gave another grunt at that as he stood up straight, his arms dragging away from where they had been looped around Harry's neck. "Don't worry about it," he instructed as he ruffled the boy's hair. "I've got it sorterd."

Now that surprised Harry and he gave the Alpha a quizzical look. "You have?"

"Yeah."

"Where are we going then."

"You'll find out this afternoon."

"Fenrir..." Harry began to protest before he was cut off by a peck on the lips.

"You trust me, yeah?" Fenrir asked gruffly and to which the teenager simply nodded. "Then don't worry about it. It's taken care of."

I was a wholey unsatisfying answer but Harry knew that no amount of nagging or complaining would get any other answer out of the man. So, he decided to let it go. He did trust Fenrir and if Fenrir said that he had sorted out where they were going to go then there was somewhere for them to go. And he was also confident that it wasn't going to be somewhere stupidly remote or too far away from those who had touched their lives at Hogwarts. Fenrir wouldn't make Harry give up his friends, of that the teenager was certain.

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The time had finally arrived. It was the moment that Harry and Fenrir would close the book on their time in Hogwarts and re-open the book from their times of freedom. Despite the fact the teenager had made assurances to all he held dear that he would keep in contact with them and not just disappear, those closest to him were still acting as though he was leaving for somewhere they couldn't ever follow. Severus, Sirius, Remus, and Dumbledore all stood outside of Hogwarts in order to say goodbye to the werewolf and the teenager, and each one looked about as happy as Harry felt sad.

"I'll write to you tonight." Harry assured Severus as he hugged the man tightly, getting a hug that was just as tight in return. "And then you can come and see me whenever you like, even tomorrow if that's what suits you."

"Better not be tomorrow though," Fenrir grumbled under his breath only to be ignored by all.

Harry moved onto his godfather then, allowing himself to be snatched into the man's arms. "The same goes for you too," the teenager reassured, offering an affectionate squeeze. "I'll write and you can come visit any time you want."

Sirius didn't say anything but the death grip he had his godson in said more than he ever could with words.

Still in Sirius's arms, Harry turned his head to address Remus. "You'll come with Sirius, right?"

"Of course." The kind werewolf confirmed as he helped to gently pry Sirius's arms loose so that Harry was freed again. "I'm sure we'll see you very soon."

Harry smiled at that before he turned to look at Dumbledore. "Headmaster?" He said very quietly as he approached the elderly man. "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for us. We haven't made it easy for you and you've shown infinite patience, with both of us, and I don't doubt you've saved our lives by allowing us to live here in Hogwarts's grounds." The teenager paused then and held out his hand for the wizard to shake. "Thank you for everything." He said again.

A happy smile creased Dumbledore's eyes then as he reached out and took Harry's slight hand in a warm shake. "You're very welcome, my dear boy. I'm only too glad that I could help."

"I hope we can see each other again someday." Harry wished sincerely as his hand was freed. Without waiting for a reply that time, the teenager turned and moved over to his Alpha.

Side by side, the two males turned and began to walk away, Fenrir's hand coming up to hold the back of Harry's neck. Neither looked back at those who watched them leave or the building that had provided them sanctuary. It was time for their lives to move on, but to where...Harry, at least, was uncertain.

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They had been walking for the past two hours and Harry couldn't deny that the first prickles of anxiety were starting to make him feel antsy. Simply trusting that Fenrir had sorted everything out was quickly becoming not enough for the teenager. He knew he'd feel much better if he at least had the estimated length of the rest of their journey but he didn't really want to ask just in case Fenrir wouldn't even tell him that. If Fenrir refused to tell him, well, Harry was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to stop himself having a pop at the man and that was never a good idea. Better to just keep quiet and focus on how he was sure he wouldn't be led astray by his Alpha.

However, soon after that it became clear where they were headed and Harry couldn't hide his disbelief. His eyes widened and he actually stopped where he was. Even if Fenrir had told them where they were headed, he knew he wouldn't have believed him. Even as they stood where they were, with the sight on the horizon, Harry couldn't quite believe it and he turned an uncertain look to Fenrir who had stopped as well and was now staring at him.

"Aberwyst manor? Are you sure?" Harry asked anxiously, knowing how much Fenrir despised his family's abandoned home.

"It's as good a place as any." Fenrir muttered as he glared off to the side, obviously reluctant to talk but doing it anyway. "Ain't ideal from a personal point of view but it's good for the situation: pretty isolated; loads of private land; warm and dry for you in the bad weather."

"But it's so big! We don't need all that space."

"Thinking we could just live in the kitchen and the conservatory," the man revealed. "We don't need much more space than that."

"But it holds such bad memories for you." Harry said, finally pointing out the main argument against settling in the old manor.

"Yeah, but they're just that; memories. Memories only hurt ya if you let 'em. And we'll make new memories, better memories, to replace the bad ones."

That last sentence and the emotion behind it made Harry's heart swell warmly. He didn't hesitate to hurry over to Fenrir and wrap his arms around the thick waist in a tight, close embrace. "I love you."

"Yeah, I know," Fenrir grunted before making the teenager pull away so they could start walking again. "C'mon, it's no weather for you to be wandering around outside with bare feet; sooner we get inside the better."

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Harry could feel the heat and the general brightness of his surroundings as he slowly woke up. He opened his eyes a tiny crack but screwed them shut again almost immediately upon seeing that the world around him was ridiculously bright. Of course, a conservatory, with glass walls and a glass ceiling, would be like that. With a small groan of effort, the teenager sat up from where he and Fenrir had settled in a heavily padded recliner chair the previous night and then carefully got to his feet in order to plod his way into the kitchen. He completely disregarded the fact that he was naked, not even pausing to consider putting his robe on.

Upon arriving at the manor the afternoon of the previous day, Fenrir and Harry had immediately set about making the conservatory and the kitchen inhabitable. While Harry did the majority of the cleaning, Fenrir had gathered bits of furniture from the rest of the house to set up in the two rooms. When everything had been improved to a satisfactory degree, they had gathered their own dinners (Harry having to do his foraging from memory since he no longer had his enhanced sense of smell), ate, and then the lovers had "christened" the conservatory before promptly falling asleep.

Still squinting against the bright sun around him and still half asleep, Harry took the bowl containing his left over foragings from the previous evening and began to nibble on the slowly. He'd write to everyone who needed writing to later that morning and he'd definitely request that supplies be brought with people when they came to visit. Gathering wild grown food wasn't a smart choice anymore and Harry knew he'd feel more at ease if he knew the food he was eating was definitely safe. So he'd ask Severus and Sirius and Remus to bring various things with them since he couldn't easily get them himself.

The sound of an annoyed and sleepy groan coming from the conservatory suddenly made Harry grin to himself despite his own tired state. Waking up to a room of light was definitely Fenrir's idea of hell. Indeed, not a moment later, it was a rather cranky (and also completely naked) Fenrir who came trudging out of the conservatory, his wild hair even wilder from his sleep and his half-closed eyes fixed in an irritated scowl.

"Morning," Harry greeted lightly.

The man gave an unintelligable grunt in reply before all but collapsing into the chair beside the teenager.

"As first nights go, I don't think that one was too bad," Harry spoke again and again Fenrir simply grunted in reply. "Better than I remember our first night at Hogwarts being." The teenager continued regardless.

"Anything would be better than being woken up by that old coot at the crack of dawn."

"Ah, so it does speak!" Harry gasped playfully.

Fenrir gave a glare and an unimpressed growl.

"And there was me thinking you'd wake up all sunshine and light," Harry sighed with an exaggerated shake of his head as he stood from his seat. "We're finally away from Hogwarts after all."

"Yeah, but look where we are instead." The man muttered darkly.

Harry paused at that and gave a mental groan. How completley dense could he be? Of course Fenrir wasn't going to be happy in the house where he had killed his entire family. Even if he didn't regret killing them, the teenager refused to believe that thinking about it wasn't painful. And there he was, teasing and making light of the situation like a complete idiot.

"Fenrir, I'm sorry," the boy apologised quietly. "I should've remembered that this place has some...Difficult memories for you."

A hand closed around Harry's right wrist then and he was gently tugged over to his lover. Fenrir fairly dragged him onto his lap, assisting the youth in positioning himself so he was straddling both of the man's thick thighs. When they were both comfortably settled, the Alpha held Harry's head in place with both of his hands so that there was no choice but for their eyes to meet and stay locked together.

"You think I would've brought us here if it bothered me that much?" He asked gruffly.

Harry gave a small uncertain shrug. "This can't be easy for you."

"My life's never been easy." Fenrir said simply. "And the things I plan never usually turn out the way I want them to. I said I'd never come back here, but I also never planned on taking in a skinny little pup from my Sire. Sometimes good things happen because plans aren't stuck to. I don't mind it here, Pup, I wouldn't have brought us here if I did."

"I want it to be more than just "don't mind" though, Fenrir. I want you to be happy. I want you to be able to wake up in the morning thinking that today's going to be a good day, not hating the fact you're somewhere you don't want to be because you feel it's the only place we can be."

The Alpha gave the teenager on his lap a bored look then, apparently growing quickly tired of the conversation that was simply going in a circle. Harry glared a little in return, turning his head away slightly and looking at the man out of the corner of his eyes. They remained staring at each other without words for quite some time before it was finally Fenrir who broke the silence and spoke:

"Is there anything I can say that'll stop you worrying?"

Harry shrugged. "Probably not." He admitted.

"Maybe there's something I can do to distract you then," Fenrir rumbled lowly as his hand snaked around the slim form on his lap and slid down to rest just on Harry's hips.

"We were together last night," the teenager pointed out, not sounding as though he was actually protesting and rather just sounding slightly surprised.

"Mmm, but the position's just too conveniant to pass up, don't you think?" The Alpha asked just as he thrust his hips up and pulled Harry down onto his lap more firmly so that their relaxed lengths pressed together. Pleasure immediately sparked in both of them at the contact and neither hesitated before repeating the motion.

Before Harry knew it, they had developed a a regular rocking against between each other and words were no longer necessary. Their arousal grew quickly and it was within the first minute that they had both grown rock hard. Both began to dribble pre-cum and that slicked their movements which made things feel all the more pleasurable. As Fenrir pulled Harry's hips down closer to his own, the teenager leaned forward to rest his forehead on the broad shoulder of his Alpha, his arms snaking around the man's neck and fisting in the coarse, grey hair.

Their movements became faster and faster and their breathing gradually became louder, Fenrir's leaving him in hot and heavy grunts, while Harry's left him in lighter gasps and moans. However, it soon became clear to both males that despite how good their frottage felt, it wasn't going to be enough to tip either of them over the edge. It was a wordless agreement that Fenrir reach in between their bodies, grab both of their dribbling erections and begin to pump them quickly and firmly. With that pressure, they soon fell over the edge, each calling their lover's name when they reached the height of their pleasure.

The old chair they sat on creaked a little in protest when their sated bodies relaxed completely but it continued to support their weight without incident. Harry was completely limp in Fenrir's lap while the adult's head rested heavily on top of the teenager's.

"I think I could learn to like it here," Fenrir rumbled sedately as he lifted a heavy arm to curl around his mate's waist.

"Yeah?" Harry asked with a light smile.

"Yeah."

"I'm glad." The teenager murmured before he closed his eyes to the world and relaxed completely.

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Harry sucked in a deep breath and released it in a long, slow puff as he paused what he was doing and stretched his arms and back. Upon finding a very old, very rusty, shovel randomly laying on the ground near the manor's shed, he had gone about digging an extremely large hole. His intention was for it to be a trap for when his and Fenrir's plan for Voldemort was underway. He figured if he could build it deep enough it would trap at least a couple of Death Eaters or at least slow them down. Of course, he had completely underestimated just how much work digging such a collosal hole was and he was rapidly beginning to wish he hadn't even had the idea or at least managed to talk Fenrir into doing it.

Speaking of Fenrir, the teenager wasn't completely sure where his mate was lingering at that moment. Harry lifted his head and his gaze and glanced around himself curiously in the hopes of spotting the large form somewhere around him. He saw no Fenrir, but he did see three familiar figures approaching from not too far away. Severus, Sirius, and Remus were approaching steadily, Harry's godfather offering a happy wave when he noticed that the boy had noticed them.

"Hi ya!" Harry greeted them with an enthusiastic wave of his own before dropping his shovel and heading over to the three men in a run.

"What are you doing? Gardening?" Sirius asked, only half joking, as he greeted his godson with a hug.

"I'm digging a pit for the Death Eaters to fall into." Harry explained without hesitation as he moved away from Sirius to next hug Severus. "I'll cover it with branches and leaves and stuff so they don't realise it's there."

"You think they'll find you eventually then?" Remus enquired carefully.

"Well they had better or else all the planning would be for nothing." The teenager said lightly as he bestowed the final hug on the werewolf.

"Planning?" Severus echoed.

"Draco will tell his father that Fenrir's leaving me during the full moon to spend it a safe distance away, his father will tell Voldemort, Voldemort will come along and find that there's actually a very angry werewolf here waiting to rip him into tiny pieces."

The three men gaped somewhat at that, none of them apparently knowing quite what to say in response to that. Finally, it was Sirius who broke the silence with a somewhat frantic cry of: "Are you mad!"

"Aren't the best plans supposed to walk the line between genius and madness?" Harry replied playfully before he became a little more serious. "We know it's dangerous but we think it'll give us our best chance of winning."

"But didn't you come to Hogwarts in the first place because Greyback wanted to avoid a direct conflict with the Dark Lord?" Severus asked with a frown.

"It was more about a direct conflict with Voldemort as well as a whole bunch of Death Eaters. That's why I'm preparing traps, to take as many Death Eaters out of the picture as possible and to improve the chances of us managing to get Voldemort caged in somewhere with only Fenrir for company. He might be a strong wizard, but we doubt he'd be able to completely fend off a fully grown Alpha werewolf for too long. Besides, now we have the house, there's a better chance that I'll be able to run an hide should worse come to worse and we get into too much trouble."

"It all sounds very risky." Remus murmured fretfully.

Harry gave a small shrug. "Is there a non-risky way of getting rid of someone as dangerous as Voldemort?"

"I'm helping." Sirius abruptly insisted.

"Oh no, Sirius..." The teenager immediately tried to protest.

"I'm not gonna take no for an answer." The man insisted. "You can't keep me away and I'm not going to let you risk your life on your own."

"But they'll kill you!" Harry pointed out fearfully.

"I'm not so easy to kill."

Harry gave Remus a desperate, pleading look then. "Remus, please, make him see."

"I actually think it's a good idea," the werewolf said much to the boy's dismay. "And I'd like to help as well. I may not be as ferocious as Greyback is but a werewolf is a werewolf and I'll be able to deal out a significant amount of damage without being in too much danger myself."

Harry gaped at the two men in horror for a moment before he turned to look at the Potions Master. "Sev?" He said somewhat knowingly.

"I've risked my life for years as a spy for the sake of a world I owe nothing. Do you really think I wouldn't risk my life for someone who I love as my family?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you all have death wishes?" Harry demanded.

"We could ask you the same thing." Remus replied lightly.

"But there'll probably be a lot of them and..."

"We're all much better qualified to protect ourselves than you are." Severus interrupted gently. "Harry, you cannot seriously think that you can defend against the numerous amount of Death Eaters completely by yourself."

"It would just be 'til Voldemort's killed, then Fenrir would come out and help." The teenager murmured, his tone betraying the fact that he knew that his friend was right.

Sirius shook his head then. "You need us there, Harry, and since we're willing to help you should just hush and accept it."

Harry sighed a little then, obviously resigning himself to the situation. "All right then," he mumbled reluctantly.

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Harry hummed to himself gently as he sat in a seemingly random spot in the garden, his legs crossed comfortably and his attention apparently fixed on something in particular. Fenrir wasn't sure how long the teenager had been sitting in that one spot, staring at what he thought was nothing but it was longer than the five minutes the adult had been watching him for. He wasn't exactly concerned about the seemingly odd behaviour, but just saying he was curious wasn't strong enough. Fenrir was somewhere between wondering what Harry thought he was doing and being worried about exactly the same thing. Eventually, he made his mind up to approach his young mate and enquire as to what was actually being done.

"What ya staring at, Pup?" Fenrir asked, thinking that there was nothing better than the direct approach.

However, instead of getting an answer, he simply got a hand held up in a wordless order for silence.

That irked the man greatly and he growled a little in irritation. "Pup..." He began warningly.

"Hush, you'll disturb them." Harry insisted very quietly then, flapping his hand to emphasise his point.

"Them?" Fenrir echoed, refusing to stop talking but compromising by lowering his voice.

"Them." The boy confirmed, pointing to a patch of mushrooms no more than three feet away from the two humans.

"...And they are?"

"Glooms." Harry revealed. "Their spores knock people out; I'm gonna gather some and use them on the Death Eaters when they arrive."

"And you're gonna do that by staring at them?"

"I'm waiting for the right moment. Have to wait until they're asleep."

"And how will you know when that is?"

"They slump over when they sleep, Hagird told me."

Fenrir shook his head at the entire situation and simply walked away then, no longer bothered by what Harry was doing. It was a crazy idea, but it wasn't the worrying kind of crazy so the Alpha saw no more reason to linger around or disuade his mate from continuing with what he was doing. Let the boy go through with his hair-brained plan, it wouldn't do any harm; he'd probably fail anyway.

Of course, two hours later when Harry still hadn't returned to the manor, Fenrir discovered that perhaps he should've insisted that the teenager forget the whole idea. There Harry was, face down in the grass, his legs in a terribly awkward position, and clearly unconscious. The Alpha muttered every curse word under the sun as he stalked over to the boy and gathered the slight form in his arms in order to take him inside to recover. However, it was as he was doing that, that he noticed the small jar that was resting in the grass just a few centimetres away from where Harry had collapsed. It was almost completely full of some sort of light green-ish, sparkling dust. Fenrir couldn't help but be impressed and so he picked up the jar as well to take inside; no point in letting Harry's efforts go to waste after all.

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There were a mere three days until the full moon of June and Harry was getting more and more nervous about it all. There still seemed to be so much to be done and he was scared that it wouldn't all be done in time. Fenrir was good at calming him down though, or at least distracting him. That day, however, they had to think about it because the men who were insisting on being there on the night to help were coming over to discuss what, exactly, the plan was.

"Do you think they'll want tea?" Harry asked anxiously as he buzzed around the kitchen.

"Course they will; practically live on the stuff." Fenrir grunted in reply from where he sat at the small table they had in the middle of the room.

"What about food? Think they'll be hungry?"

"They'll probably bring something with them, Black at least. He likes filling your system with junk after all."

"You can't deny that the things he brings are pretty tasty though." Hary grinned as he filled their kettle full of water from the tap.

"Don't like sweet." Was all the Alpha grunted to that.

Harry knew that but he also knew that Sirius didn't always just bring sweet things. It had only been a couple of days ago that the man had brought over a loaf of fancy bread that Fenrir had practically inhaled once they had the house to themselves again. Heaven forbid he ever point that out though so he kept silent, instead contenting himself with a small grin and keeping his amusement private.

With the kettled filled with water, Harry turned on the gas stove and, after a moment, snapped his fingers over it. The gas caught alight and he immediately settled the kettle over it. It was really the only thing he used his magic for, to light their cooker, and it was a sort of unspoken rule between the teenager and his mate that as long as neither of them broached the subject then it would be ignored. They both knew of the consequences of a wizard or witch not using their magic (Fenrir because he had grown up a wizard and Harry because of a warning from Severus) and although it was only a small out-let, it was an ignorable one. Both were glad that it wasn't something that needed discussion or even to be acknowledged; neither wanted to make an issue out of it.

With the kettle boiling, Harry began to gather a few bits and pieces from the kitchen in order to make sandwiches even though Sirius would no doubt bring food with him. The teenager got bread from out of the bread bin and things for fillings from the pantry which was charmed to stay at a constant temperature of zero. As he moved around the room and then started making the food, Fenrir never took his eyes off of him and, eventually, the teenager noticed.

"What?" He asked as he glanced over his shoulder to the one staring at him.

"Nothing," Fenrir grinned, obviously amused by something. "Just thinking you look like a wife pottering around the kitchen like that, all concerned with being a good hostess."

"Ah, I see." The teenager said with good nature as abadoned his sandwich-making task and came around behind the man to drape himself over the broad back, loosely looping his arms around the strong neck. "Am I finally your wife then?"

That actually earned a rumble of a chuckle from the Alpha. "Nah, you're better than a wife."

Harry smiled at that and kissed the man's cheek affectionately.

Moments later, the kitchen door suddenly burst open and Sirius suddenly entered. "Morning." He greeted the room cheerfully, obviously not quite catching in exactly what position his godson was in.

"Morning Sirius," Harry returned, removing himself from Fenrir much to the Alpha's dislike. "And Severus, and Remus," he added when the other two men entered. They replied with greetings of their own and each man got a hug from the teenager.

"I come bearing the gift of cake," Sirius revealed after his embrace from Harry ended and he offered a large paper bag to him.

"Ah, cake," Harry grinned happily as he accepted the bag from his godfather. "You're awesome Sirius, thanks."

"Ah well, if I can't spoil my godson, who can I spoil?" The man asked playfully as he ruffled the head of dark hair.

"Spoil Lupin, might stop him from being such a self-hating ponce." Fenrir grunted lazily.

"Speaking of Lupin, I have some news for you all," Severus said then, stopping Sirius from defending his best friend and catching everyone's attention. "I spoke to Madam Pomfrey this morning; she received the results of your blood tests late last night Harry."

"Blood tests?" Fenrir immediately demanded.

"Before we destroyed the Horcrux in me, Madam Pomfrey took some blood so that the reason for me never developing full lycanthropy might be discovered." Harry explained, setting the bag containing the cake on one of the counter tops before turning to look at Severus earnestly. "What did the tests say?"

"Well, it appears that they were quickly able to rule out your resistance being a genetic trait; there was no evidence to suggest you were naturally born with it. Therefore, the doctors at Saint Mungos have come to the conclusion that, most likely, your resistance to lycanthropsy is the result of prolonged exposure to the disease while your immune system was developing."

"So it's Lupin's fault." Fenrir clarified then before anyone else could say anything.

"Well, in your case, I suppose the "blame" would be one him," Severus confirmed. "However, I'm sure in the eyes of Black and Lupin himself, it's something to feel thankful for and proud of."

"It...It was because of me?" Remus asked slowly, as though he barely dared to believe it. "It was because I knew Harry when he was a baby that he never developed full lycanthropy?"

"That's what the doctors believe. They hypothesised that a full resistance may have developed had Harry remained in close contact with you. They say there's great hope for in developing a vacination because of it."

Remus's face looked completely awed at that while Fenrir looked extremely bitter (though he didn't say anything). Harry, for his part, was having a lot of mixed feelings. He didn't like the idea that he had, in a small way, perhaps helped to create a vacination (and therefore a cure as well) for lycanthropy; he still didn't think there was anything wrong with it and didn't see why a vacination was even needed. However, he was pleased for the reason behind his resistance because of who was involved. Remus. Remus had always hated his lycanthopy, perhaps even hated himself along with it. Knowing that his condition had "saved" a family member from "suffering" it completely, perhaps that would become the first step in him accepting his lycanthropy and himself.

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Dear Draco,

At last! My Alpha and I are now free of Hogwarts! It's been so long since we've had such freedom I had forgotten what it was like. We've moved into the Aberwyst manor just outside of Hogsmeade though we're really only using the kitchen and the conservatory; we don't need a huge house, not really. We have a huge garden, that's enough.

The full moon's coming up this weekend, did you know? Fenrir will be spending the duration outside, away from the house. It will be a lonely few days but I'm sure I'll be fine. No one dangerous knows we're here after all so I know You-Know-Who won't possibly be able to find me...

Harry paused in his letter writing and looked over his slightly messy script with a critical was hard to tell just how convincing what he had written sounded, what with knowing it was mostly a pack of lies. It needed to be enough to at least convince Lucius Malfoy, then Lucius would be enough to convince Voldemort that Harry would, indeed, be alone in the house that weekend and would, indeed, be very vulnerable when the time arrived. That's all they needed, for Voldemort to believe that. Then the wizard would attack and...

A rather cold smile spread across Harry's lips as he thought about it; that was when the blood would be spilt.