Eclipsed Moon

Title: Eclipsed Moon
Chapter: 4/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess also known as BSG
Rating: M
Pairings: Fenrir/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter Four: Morning Moon Hangovers

His mouth tasted like tar-pits and he was pretty sure that things had died in said tar-pits and now their bones were stuck in-between his teeth. Every single orifice, crevice, appendage and cell in his body that could hurt, did hurt. Actually hurt was an understatement, he was in a phenomenal amount of excruciating and agonizing torture. Harry was rather sure that a new category of pain had been created just for him and the actual word for it had not yet been decided on. He became aware that every dragon in existence was currently having a dance party in his skull and trampled on whatever notion of coherency and thought he might have tried to conceive. He was rather sure that even the tips of his hair hurt though he couldn't be sure because that would require thinking.

So, this was being dead? Well what everyone every said on being dead was horribly and absolutely wrong. Being dead sucked, he wasn't at peace, he wasn't without pain, and he could still feel every cell in his body. That and he was pretty sure he smelled like a stink bug.

"Good morning!"

His eyes seemed to be under a spell by that sing-song voice and they snapped open at the far too chipper greeting that slammed into the side of his ear and just pissed off the dragons even more. Harry instantly regretted the action and groaned as he felt light stab out his eyes with a sharpened plastic spoon. He wasn't even sure who spoke, maybe it was Ron? No, Ron couldn’t be this cheerful in the morning. He groaned again and then realized that he was still fighting with Ron and fighting with Ron usually meant the cold shoulder, so no, not Ron. Cold hands were placed along his brow and then a different set of warm calloused hands covered his eyes, causing the spoon to stop its stabbing for the moment, for that alone he was forever in debt to those hands.

"Sylus," a soft growl hovered over him but his head hurt too much to think about why Ron was calling Seamus a different name.

Wait, wasn't he supposed to be dead?

Before he could continue along that thought the dragons in his skull decided to smash and scrape their scales along the sides of his brain. Maybe his brain was bleeding now.

"Right! Sorry there," the voice of pure sunshine didn't contain an ounce of sympathy.

Harry knew then, he was dead and he was in Hell, Sylus had to be Satan and this was his fate for killing himself. Those who committed suicide were to be eternally surrounded by creepily joyful people while you suffered from a hangover of the millennium.

He felt a tingle all over his body, especially in his mouth, and he became aware of the tar-pits and bones in-between his teeth disappearing. It wasn't as good as an actual toothbrush and washing out his mouth for an hour but at least he would be able to talk without causing a plant to wilt. He took a deep breath, wincing in pain but the hand over his eyes remained and kept the most painful thing - the light - away from his eyes.

Was he in the Hospital Wing? Had some student found his body and gotten him to the school in time? He tried to bring up the memory of that night but the dragons' in his skull were having none of that and they stomped down on his thoughts.

He rather hated the idea of still being in Hogwarts, considering he was supposed to be dead and away from everything in and at Hogwarts.

"Sylus go," the deeper voice growled and the cold hand on his forehead disappeared, leaving Harry alone with the warm hands and subsequent body attached to it, whoever that might be. He groaned and the action of breathing shot pain down his spine yet again. "Close your eyes," the deep voice ordered and Harry found himself obeying, the reason for obeying wasn't exactly forthcoming however. As he obeyed the hand pulled away and then strong hands helped him to sit up. Unbidden, a whimper came past Harry's lips and he took a shuddering breath. Surprise filled him at how much easier it was to breathe and that the ability to do so took precedence over the pain that being moved had caused.

This wasn't Madam Pomfrey that was for sure, she wasn't nearly this strong and he doubted she suddenly changed gender. Snape wasn't nearly so kind as to ease any pain he might be in, and the Headmaster… A sudden sob escaped his lips as he thought of the Headmaster, and in this the dragons did not dance, it was far crueler to let his mind bring up the memories of the Headmaster and his friends.

"Silence pup," those warm calloused hands ran through his hair yet Harry still felt the order of keeping his eyes closed linger along his brow.

Pup? Wait… What?

"Where-" he tried to speak, his throat raw and burning.

"I said silence," the growl that followed made Harry's mouth snap shut and he stopped himself from finishing his sentence. "Keep your eyes closed," the hand pulled away but Harry, still unsure of the reason, obeyed the order. He heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and the distinct sound of curtains closing. "Open." Harry's eyes snapped open and his senses were suddenly complete. Information flooded his mind and sent the dragons flying.

He was in a large room, large but essentially barren consisting of a bed, a nightstand, a chair and table and nothing else. Well almost nothing else. He moved his head, wincing and saw three windows, covered in curtains and by one said curtain covered window was… Fenrir Greyback.

Whatever pain Harry had been feeling, whatever thoughts of being dead and the ability to escape the world of the living he had had, were gone. Glowing amber orbs gazed at him with amusement, a fanged grin pulling across chapped lips. Harry was worse than dead, he was screwed. He kept a wary eye on him, wondering why he was in the werewolf's den. He just knew that in a matter of minutes, Voldemort was going to come and finish the job Harry couldn't. He looked around, trying to avoid the amber gaze that just continued to stare at him. The consequence of his inability to look Fenrir in the eye, made him look down at his wrists.

His eyes widened and a gasp of horror peeled past his lips. His… his arms were… they were a horror show and a medic's worst nightmare. The bite marks were so prevalent, twisted and gruesome all along the underside of his arms… and permanent. The marks looked as cruel as the reality of his situation was. Those marks left him with no hope. He whimpered and turned his head away. This was why he wasn't dead. This was why he was in so much pain. He was alive and… infected. He was a werewolf now, and he could only guess that Fenrir was his sire.

"You did this," he whispered, gazing down at the mangled lines of teeth marks and beneath all that, the original scars from his own blades. "You… why…"

"Not the brightest pup now are you?" Fenrir chuckled, and like the dog he was, his laughter was a vicious bark. He pushed off the wall and walked over to Harry. While Harry's body was still riddled with pain, he tried to move his legs and get out of the bed, get away from Fenrir, and most importantly, get away from Voldemort. He got one foot onto the floor before a claw grabbed his throat and slammed him down into the bed.

"CKK!" Harry clawed at the hand around his throat, eyes wide, trying to breathe even as more and more air was denied to him. Fenrir's weight pinned him down to the bed and the sheer mass of the man was enough to feel like he was being crushed.

"Bad puppy," Fenrir grinned, his glowing eyes boring into Harry, ripping and tearing down his defenses and making his mind an open book. Harry looked away, unable to hold Fenrir's gaze. "You need to learn to stay, next we'll work on how to bark on command," he hissed as he lifted Harry up and then slammed his head back down to the bed's mattress.

He started to cough and even though his head hit the soft mattress he still saw stars from the hit to the back of his head. The desire to live, to fight back filled him, struck his core and ran through his veins. His body screamed for air. As he continued to claw at Fenrir's hand he felt sticky liquid cover the tips of his fingers and a quick glance down revealed crimson covering his fingertips. Harry may have wanted to kill himself, but he wanted to die on his terms, by his rules, he wouldn't let some flea-ridden, dental nightmare of a death eater decide his fate! He got his legs up under the massive body of Fenrir and kicked him in the stomach. It didn't dislodge the man but the hiss and startle of pain was enough to loosen the werewolf's grip around Harry's throat. He kicked again, trying as hard as he could to dislodge the man above him, if nothing else, give him enough room to move out from under him.

In the frenzy and fueled by fear he was able to wiggle out of the bed from beneath Fenrir and he bolted for the door, ignoring the immense amount of pain he was in. A loud snarl filled the air and he blacked out for a few seconds as he was slammed down to the floor, his chin hitting the wood and the clatter of his teeth rang in his ears. All the air was knocked out of him and he nearly choked on his own tongue from the sudden fall. He felt knees dig into the back of his legs while a single hand pinned down his own wrists. He whimpered and struggled, trying to break the grip before he felt teeth on the back of his neck. Harry felt beads of blood roll down the side of his neck and he stilled. Shivering as he clenched his eyes shut. His body seemed to go completely limp as the other stayed over him, keeping a firm grip. When his body remained motionless for what felt like an hour, the teeth pulled away from his neck though the knees remained digging into his legs and the grip around his wrists tightened even further. Harry knew that on top of the still tender scars, there would be bruising.

"For someone who wanted to die so badly you certainly put up a fight pup," Fenrir growled although Harry could detect amusement in his voice.

"Let go of me," Harry hissed, trying to get his body to move again, to fight back.

"No I don't think so boy, you and I, we're going to have a nice long chat. Starting," Fenrir pulled Harry's arms apart with a forceful hand, baring his wrists up for both of them to see, "with these."

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…>.>….. Soooo how many of you are actually still out there?

In any case, I'm very sorry about the LOOOOOONNNGGGG waiting time but, as a gift for the new year and in an endeavor to keep up my resolution to post more I am giving you another chapter to Eclipsed Moon!

And for you Lithium and Mercury fans out there, have no fear, the next chapter is being written and what have you.