I Think I Found Something
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
19,561
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
A/N: Yay! More reviews! Thank you sooooo much!
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Opening his eyes Harry found himself lying on a pile of furs.
Hoping for a moment that the happening of the night before was nothing more then a dream, he tried to seat up in order to search for his glasses but a searing pain in the base of his neck stopped him.
Bringing a shaking hand to the place, he felt around the tender flesh.
"You shouldn't touch it yet, you know? The mating mark is still merging with your body and magic and as such it is still quite sensitive."
Startled by the voice, Harry whirled around to face the speaker. Seeing Fenrir standing at the door of the hut, a small basket with food in his hands, he glared.
"See this?" the wolf asked, pointing to the small container.
"There will be no trays for you HONEY. At least not till you start to behave."
That statement only served to intensify the glower his little mate was sending his way.
'I am probably lucky he can't kill me with his stare; I think he may have been a basilisk in his past life…'
"You will get a headache if you don't stop frowning like that at me."
Seeing his attempts to lighten the mood didn't seam to work, Fenrir put the food on the floor and turned to the boy.
"Look, Potter. I know this isn't your idea of a perfect life, being mated to me and all, but you will have to learn to live with it. I am the Alfa of all of Britain werewolves. You are my mate now and as such you will have to act appropriately."
In response, Harry crossed his arms and turned away from the man.
'Pouting, how cute…' snickering under his breath, Fenrir turned to leave his little mate to his sulking when a soft voice stopped him.
"Where are my glasses?"
Without bothering to turn, he answered "You will not need them anymore. Your wolf will see your bad eyesight as a disease and will work to fix it, you will have perfect vision in two days at the most."
And with that he left.
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The moment the door closed, Harry sprang to his feet. Looking around he found nothing that could be use as weapon. The door was locked and without his wand there was no escape he could see.
Returning to the bed he was suddenly aware of the smell lingering on the furs.
'It smells a little like the forest, but also like wild cinnamon… it's nice…'
Without knowing why, Harry found himself snuggling into the covers, burrowing his face in the soft furs to get more of the amazing smell and within moments, he was asleep again.
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Opening his eyes Harry found himself lying on a pile of furs.
Hoping for a moment that the happening of the night before was nothing more then a dream, he tried to seat up in order to search for his glasses but a searing pain in the base of his neck stopped him.
Bringing a shaking hand to the place, he felt around the tender flesh.
"You shouldn't touch it yet, you know? The mating mark is still merging with your body and magic and as such it is still quite sensitive."
Startled by the voice, Harry whirled around to face the speaker. Seeing Fenrir standing at the door of the hut, a small basket with food in his hands, he glared.
"See this?" the wolf asked, pointing to the small container.
"There will be no trays for you HONEY. At least not till you start to behave."
That statement only served to intensify the glower his little mate was sending his way.
'I am probably lucky he can't kill me with his stare; I think he may have been a basilisk in his past life…'
"You will get a headache if you don't stop frowning like that at me."
Seeing his attempts to lighten the mood didn't seam to work, Fenrir put the food on the floor and turned to the boy.
"Look, Potter. I know this isn't your idea of a perfect life, being mated to me and all, but you will have to learn to live with it. I am the Alfa of all of Britain werewolves. You are my mate now and as such you will have to act appropriately."
In response, Harry crossed his arms and turned away from the man.
'Pouting, how cute…' snickering under his breath, Fenrir turned to leave his little mate to his sulking when a soft voice stopped him.
"Where are my glasses?"
Without bothering to turn, he answered "You will not need them anymore. Your wolf will see your bad eyesight as a disease and will work to fix it, you will have perfect vision in two days at the most."
And with that he left.
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The moment the door closed, Harry sprang to his feet. Looking around he found nothing that could be use as weapon. The door was locked and without his wand there was no escape he could see.
Returning to the bed he was suddenly aware of the smell lingering on the furs.
'It smells a little like the forest, but also like wild cinnamon… it's nice…'
Without knowing why, Harry found himself snuggling into the covers, burrowing his face in the soft furs to get more of the amazing smell and within moments, he was asleep again.