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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
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Adult +
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5
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29,777
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33
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Currently Reading:
9
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chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
Harry knew that he should be worried that Snape was there, but for some reason, he felt calmer than he had in, well, ever. He stayed relaxed while he watched the professor wave his wand and knew that he could trust the man, he saw the blob that was Snape turn around and heard him tell someone to get off their furry arse and come help him to take care of the boy, who Harry assumed was himself.
When another unfamiliar blob came into view, Harry’s magic automatically reached out to identify the person and was surprised when the person stopped moving and let Harry’s magic test and taste to try and find out who he was. Harry’s magic whispered to him of lycanthrope and Harry understood that it meant werewolf, as those were the only types of were’s in Britain. He wanted to ask who the person was, and where he was, but he found that his voice seemed to be inaccessible.
Snape was speaking to the other man in a hushed voice and when he was finished he turned to Harry, “Harry, you know who I am? Nod or shake your head to answer.” Harry nodded and Snape continued, “Good, you were in pretty bad shape when I arrived last night and I need to know what happened so that I can help you better than I already have done, do you understand?” Harry nodded again and felt Snape enter his mind using legilimancy and brought up the memories that the man wanted to view.
Fenrir sat beside Snape next to the boy and watched as Snape entered the boy’s mind. Some time later, Snape came back into himself and had tears rolling down his face as he stared at the boy in shock. “What is it Severus? Who did this to him?”
It took a moment for the potions master to answer the wolf, “His friends did this to him, with the permission of the headmaster himself. They tortured him for hours so that he would ‘know his place’ in this war. We need to get him as far away from Hogwarts as possible, I will see if our lord is willing to take him in. You stay with him and if someone comes to search the forest, get him away as quick as you can, it doesn’t matter where but keep a tracker on you so that I can find you again.
“There was something else in his mind, I will need to take a vial of his blood with me and make a potion to check, so I will need to go soon.” Fenrir nodded that he understood and Snape turned back to Harry, “Harry, I need to go, do you have any objections to me asking the dark lord if you can stay with him while you heal?” Harry shook his head that no he didn’t have any objections, “Good, Fenrir will stay with you and look after you until I get back. I will be quick and it shouldn’t take me long, so behave for Fenrir and try to get some more rest.” The professor gave Fenrir some last minute instructions and went out of the cave to apparate to Riddle Manor to see his lord, silently wishing himself luck as he went.
*Riddle Manor*
Severus arrived at the edge of the wards and quickly made his way to the house, hoping that his lord wasn’t busy and would be able to see him immediately. He instructed a house elf to announce his presence and inform Voldemort that he had urgent news that he needed to hear as soon as possible. The elf blinked out and returned almost as quickly saying that Voldemort would see him and that the master had said that there would be consequences if the news wasn’t as urgent as implied.
Severus inwardly shuddered because he knew just what those consequences would be. He moved swiftly to the lord’s study and knocked, he entered after being told to do so and dropped to his knee with his head bowed respectfully waiting to be acknowledged. “You may rise, Severus. Now, what is this most urgent news that couldn’t wait until I called you?” Voldemort asked with one finely etched brow raised in question.
“My Lord, I just came from Greyback’s cave in the forbidden forest, where I was called late last night to tend to an injured person that he had found. When I got there, the boy had been severely tortured and had lost a lot of blood. As I was checking his head for skull fractures, I happened to look at his forehead and saw a scar there, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.” He paused in his tale to watch his lord’s reaction, he saw shock visibly on his face and continued his story, “The boy had almost all of his bones broken in both hands, several cuts and lacerations, internal bleeding, and his vocal chords had been shredded, possibly from screaming. He was in horrible shape, but he woke this morning and allowed me to view his memories of what had happened to him. The headmaster had his friends torture him to ‘put him back in his place’ in regards to the war.
“Please, My Lord, I have come to beg you to let me bring the boy here. He had no objections to me coming here to ask you this. Please, he needs better care than I can give him where he is, he won’t cause any trouble and Fenrir will be coming back with me. Please, My Lord.”
Voldemort just looked at his potions master like the man had lost his frickin’ mind. Snape wanted him to house his greatest enemy so that he could heal from being tortured by his best friends. Hmmmmm . . . this could just work, as crazy as it sounded, it would most likely work to perfection.
Harry knew that he should be worried that Snape was there, but for some reason, he felt calmer than he had in, well, ever. He stayed relaxed while he watched the professor wave his wand and knew that he could trust the man, he saw the blob that was Snape turn around and heard him tell someone to get off their furry arse and come help him to take care of the boy, who Harry assumed was himself.
When another unfamiliar blob came into view, Harry’s magic automatically reached out to identify the person and was surprised when the person stopped moving and let Harry’s magic test and taste to try and find out who he was. Harry’s magic whispered to him of lycanthrope and Harry understood that it meant werewolf, as those were the only types of were’s in Britain. He wanted to ask who the person was, and where he was, but he found that his voice seemed to be inaccessible.
Snape was speaking to the other man in a hushed voice and when he was finished he turned to Harry, “Harry, you know who I am? Nod or shake your head to answer.” Harry nodded and Snape continued, “Good, you were in pretty bad shape when I arrived last night and I need to know what happened so that I can help you better than I already have done, do you understand?” Harry nodded again and felt Snape enter his mind using legilimancy and brought up the memories that the man wanted to view.
Fenrir sat beside Snape next to the boy and watched as Snape entered the boy’s mind. Some time later, Snape came back into himself and had tears rolling down his face as he stared at the boy in shock. “What is it Severus? Who did this to him?”
It took a moment for the potions master to answer the wolf, “His friends did this to him, with the permission of the headmaster himself. They tortured him for hours so that he would ‘know his place’ in this war. We need to get him as far away from Hogwarts as possible, I will see if our lord is willing to take him in. You stay with him and if someone comes to search the forest, get him away as quick as you can, it doesn’t matter where but keep a tracker on you so that I can find you again.
“There was something else in his mind, I will need to take a vial of his blood with me and make a potion to check, so I will need to go soon.” Fenrir nodded that he understood and Snape turned back to Harry, “Harry, I need to go, do you have any objections to me asking the dark lord if you can stay with him while you heal?” Harry shook his head that no he didn’t have any objections, “Good, Fenrir will stay with you and look after you until I get back. I will be quick and it shouldn’t take me long, so behave for Fenrir and try to get some more rest.” The professor gave Fenrir some last minute instructions and went out of the cave to apparate to Riddle Manor to see his lord, silently wishing himself luck as he went.
*Riddle Manor*
Severus arrived at the edge of the wards and quickly made his way to the house, hoping that his lord wasn’t busy and would be able to see him immediately. He instructed a house elf to announce his presence and inform Voldemort that he had urgent news that he needed to hear as soon as possible. The elf blinked out and returned almost as quickly saying that Voldemort would see him and that the master had said that there would be consequences if the news wasn’t as urgent as implied.
Severus inwardly shuddered because he knew just what those consequences would be. He moved swiftly to the lord’s study and knocked, he entered after being told to do so and dropped to his knee with his head bowed respectfully waiting to be acknowledged. “You may rise, Severus. Now, what is this most urgent news that couldn’t wait until I called you?” Voldemort asked with one finely etched brow raised in question.
“My Lord, I just came from Greyback’s cave in the forbidden forest, where I was called late last night to tend to an injured person that he had found. When I got there, the boy had been severely tortured and had lost a lot of blood. As I was checking his head for skull fractures, I happened to look at his forehead and saw a scar there, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt.” He paused in his tale to watch his lord’s reaction, he saw shock visibly on his face and continued his story, “The boy had almost all of his bones broken in both hands, several cuts and lacerations, internal bleeding, and his vocal chords had been shredded, possibly from screaming. He was in horrible shape, but he woke this morning and allowed me to view his memories of what had happened to him. The headmaster had his friends torture him to ‘put him back in his place’ in regards to the war.
“Please, My Lord, I have come to beg you to let me bring the boy here. He had no objections to me coming here to ask you this. Please, he needs better care than I can give him where he is, he won’t cause any trouble and Fenrir will be coming back with me. Please, My Lord.”
Voldemort just looked at his potions master like the man had lost his frickin’ mind. Snape wanted him to house his greatest enemy so that he could heal from being tortured by his best friends. Hmmmmm . . . this could just work, as crazy as it sounded, it would most likely work to perfection.