Eclipsed Moon

Title: Eclipsed Moon
Chapter: 5/?
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 Five: Turning the Switch On and Off

“If you think I’m telling you anything you can go fuck yourself!” Harry hissed as Fenrir held his wrists out in front of him for the both of them to see. The grip on his wrists was tight and Harry knew if he tried to wrench out of Fenrir’s hold he would dislocate his shoulder. Still, he wanted to break free, he wanted to run a spear through Fenrir’s skull but he would settle for breaking free from the grip around his wrists. The werewolf’s weight made it hard for Harry to breathe since the older man was like a veritable brick wall that had fallen on top of him. As the mangled and jagged lines of his scars seemingly stared back up at Harry, he couldn’t look at them for very long. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the cold wood of the floor. However, in a matter of seconds his eyes snapped open and a scream tore out of his already raw throat. A loud ‘CRACK’ issued forth from his wrists and pain shot up his arms.

“BASTARD!” Harry yelled out as he weakly tried to push Greyback’s weight off his back. He felt the werewolf loosen his grip around his wrists. Harry panted as he felt the other chuckle and shift above him to rest more weight on the back of Harry’s legs. Harry frowned as Fenrir’s free hand carded through his hair. The last thing he wanted was for the older man to show signs of tenderness. He was confused by the action but not for very long, because the hand in his hair suddenly clamped down and Harry’s head was slammed into the wooden floor. He whimpered, his vision going white and then filling with stars at the sudden collision. He tried to curl up into a fetal position to lessen the pain in both his wrists and his head but Fenrir’s weight across his legs and back remained as heavy and steadfast as before. Dark spots replaced the stars and he had to close his eyes, his head throbbing.

“Shall we try that again pup?” Fenrir whispered in his ear and Harry, still in pain, growled. He knew he wouldn’t be able to open his eyes without the world spinning.

“Go to hell,” he wheezed, the pain in his wrists started to pulse in time with the pain in his head.

Although Harry couldn’t see it, Fenrir was grinning like a madman as he continued to pin down his newest pack member. The boy had practically experienced going to hell and back as he had been forced back to life, had suffered through two weeks of a high-fever, and the multiple injuries Fenrir had just inflicted. Despite all that he was retaliating and not yielding to Fenrir’s demands. It was admirable and made the boy valuable to his pack. But Fenrir would only let it go on for so long; he was not a terribly patient man. As an Alpha he demanded respect from his pack.

“If I’m going pup, you’re coming with me,” Greyback rested a hand on Harry’s still bleeding neck.

“Your company already is hell,” he groaned as he tried to roll his head. He didn’t like the hand on his neck; it made his body heavy and made him feel like he had to obey the other man.

“If your attempt at insults weren’t so entertaining pup, I’d rip out your tongue for your insolence.”

“Not if I beat you too it and bite it out,*” he growled.

“I’m surprised you haven’t yet considering the state I found you in,” Greyback tightened his grip on the back of Harry’s neck. If Harry was going to say anything, the tightened grip on his bleeding neck compelled him to stop and remain silent. “This little interlude does not mean yer gettin’ out of our talk,” the Alpha grinned. Harry kept quiet, resting his forehead on the floor. The throbbing in his wrists and head now dull but pulsing aches that surpassed the previous pain his body had been in when he had first woken up, hard as that was to believe. “Are we going to behave now?” Fenrir’s hand on his neck loosened up and Harry opened his eyes.

“Fuck you,” Harry spat out, staring ahead at the curtain covered window. An idle thought went through Harry’s head, he realized that Fenrir had closed all the windows for him because the light had hurt his eyes. Harry had a hard time correlating the hands that had shielded his eyes to the ones that had just broken his wrists.

To Harry, what happened next, felt like it was done in mere seconds. He felt the weight on his back and legs suddenly disappear. But before he could actually do anything with his new found mobility Harry suddenly went flying across the room. His head cracked against the wall and he couldn’t even breathe as the air exited his body and pain took up its place. He started to slide down to the floor after his body had slammed into the wall. However, before he could actually hit the floor Fenrir’s hand was wrapped around his throat, squeezing. He tried to cough, he tried to breathe, but Fenrir’s grip tightened, cutting off all oxygen. Harry tried to bring up his hands, despite the spiking pain in his wrists from the movement. He grabbed Fenrir’s wrist. His feet kicked out, hitting Fenrir in the stomach and shin but the man just wouldn’t go down or even budge, there wasn’t even a sign of pain. He wheezed and his vision started to get blurry, his lungs burned and begged for air. But despite his blurry vision, he clearly saw glowing amber eyes locking with his own. Harry felt like a sheep in a wolf’s jaws. As the narrowed golden orbs looked into his own, he froze in place, his legs just dangling and his arms limp at his side. Even the need to breathe seemed to still, the burn in his lungs ignored for the anger emitting from the stronger man.

“I’ve been patient enough with you,” Fenrir growled, his voice sounding more like a dog’s bark than a man. If Harry did have a retort he couldn’t bring himself to say it, didn’t want too. Fenrir’s hand loosened only enough for Harry to breathe. Like water breaking through a dam, air rushed into Harry’s aching lungs and he gasped, coughing and hacking as the air slammed into his deprived body.

“Why do you even care?” he coughed out.

Fenrir stared for a moment, the glowing amber eyes never losing their intensity. A long cruel grin pulled across his lips.

“As a member of my pack it is my duty to care,” Fenrir mocked though it was a true statement.

Harry glared back, growling.

“I will never be a part of your pack, I will never be something like you,” he hissed.

“You didn’t get those jagged scars from a wizard pup,” Fenrir teased. His hand remained around Harry’s neck but now it was more of a threat rather than doing any harm. Harry growled, hating how the werewolf felt justified in his actions. Biting him and infecting him. Having forced him into a life where society despised and feared him. Harry didn’t need a life like that, he had enough problems already.

“What right do you have to do this to me!” Harry demanded and Fenrir grinned.

“When you decided I could watch you die,” he whispered in Harry’s ear, biting at the junction where ear and neck met.

Fenrir pulled away and watched as Harry closed his eyes. He watched as those shoulders, such thin shoulders, slumped. The shift from rage to… broken was nearly palpable. He saw the small body, a body that looked so much thinner and frailer than it had been just seconds ago shudder and tremble.

“It was a mistake,” the boy whispered. It was like a switch had gone off in the boy, going from strong willed to a broken tool. However, Fenrir knew that Harry meant it as a mistake in getting caught, not for doing the actual act.

“Obviously,” Fenrir said softly as he pulled his hand away and Harry slid down the wall like a child’s old discarded rag doll. The Alpha remained standing over him though, almost like a protective wall from the outside world. The boy’s eyes remained closed but Fenrir knew that the once vibrant and defiant green would be dull and empty. The Alpha wondered if all this time the boy had been begging to tell someone his pain. He had looked for so long to unload his barren amongst the members of the light. But when no one stepped forward to listen, the boy fell to desperate means. And now, now Harry had to settle for his “enemy” to tell about the weight on his shoulders that had brought him to such a low point in his life. This was the boy that Fenrir had bitten that night, had forced back to the land of the living. This was the broken tool of the light. And Fenrir would be damned if he let that boy fall to such a low ever again. He knew that the act just moments ago, the anger and rage, the fighting, he knew as he looked at the broken tool, that it had been a front. That underneath it all were the crumbled ruins of a human being and that was all that was left. “The question is why?” Fenrir asked in a calm voice.

Harry smiled; it was a smile that only those who couldn’t cry anymore wore. A smile that said all the tears in his body had been shed. He opened his eyes desert dry eyes and looked up at Fenrir. That smile stayed in place. If Fenrir were a lesser wolf he would have felt chills down his spine at that empty and destroyed smile.

“For the same reason all suicides do it,” Harry stopped smiling and leaned his abused skull back against the wall as gently as he could, “To end the pain.”

Fenrir raised a brow in question and Harry bowed his head, drawing his knees up to his chest. Looking smaller and weaker all the more, looking desperate and in great need of help. The boy started to laugh as he rested his forehead on his knees. He started to laugh and Fenrir could smell the salt as the laughs shifted and altered to the sounds of sobs. Fenrir just stood there, watching as the other gave out a broken sob that was a broken laugh like that night so many moons ago. He could hear words break past the sobs and laughter though. They were soft like a bird’s breath but he heard them all the same.

“To end the pain,” Harry sobbed again before lifting up his head and smiling through the tears running down his cheeks. Amber eyes locked with shattered green. They were both silent for a while, Harry no longer able to voice his tears and laughter, his throat raw. The entire time Fenrir stood over him.

“What kind of pain were you trying to end?”

It was another long pause of silence. He watched as the boy closed his eyes and took in a shuddering breath before he opened them again and looked at Fenrir. A long smile, one that spoke of hatred, of emptiness, and of madness pulled across Harry’s lips.

“I tried to end the pain of betrayal,” Harry responded in an even voice.

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* For those of you who may or may not know, biting off your tongue will kill you.

Also! Tadah! I kept my promise, and updated within the same month. Go me!

Thank you so much everyone for the reviews! I hope you like this chapter. Next chapter we find out why Harry did what he did and then we'll finally get into some actual action. <3