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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
19,562
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 5
A/N: Happy happy happy!!! Thanks for the reviews everyone!!!
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It has been a month since anyone in the Wizarding world had last seen Harry James Potter.
Every day "The Daily Profit" published a new article reporting of wizards saying to have seen The-Boy-Who-Lived in the street, new theories of his whereabouts, his side in the war and more.
The Wizarding community was going crazy, and so was Albus Dumbledore.
Many will say that the old headmaster has always been, how to say… a little barmy, but Albus himself has never believed it, well, not until this moment, that is.
Every day, a swarm of owls will arrive at breakfast, bringing with them hundreds upon hundreds of letters, Haulers, newspapers, photos and so on and so forth.
Some were asking if the Boy Hero had returned, others if they could help, if they should go out and look, if the one in the photograph is the boy. Some, the worst in his opinion, blamed him for what happened, saying a fourth year student had no place in that tournament to begin with, that since The-Boy-Who-Lived started his education in Hogwarts there had not been one year in which the boy hadn't suffer from one thing or another.
What really bothered the old wizard was that the same accusations were ones he himself had thought and discarded, thinking that nothing truly bad could happen to the boy.
'And now I have been proven wrong…'
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It has been a month since he had first found himself in the small hut at the center of an unknown forest (to him, at least).
Fenrir had explained to him his reasons to place him in such a remote location, well, at first he just ignored him, leaving his vicinity every time he tried to ask, but a month was too long a time to ignore the person you are stuck with in a place resembling an isolated island.
When he finally got his answer he almost wished he hadn't.
After all, hearing you are trapped in the heart of the forest to prevent your escape (which he had already suspected) and also to prevent any and all disturbances to THEIR MATING was troubling, at the list.
Sitting at the front of the hut, Harry watched in dread as the last day before the rising of the full moon came to an end.
Growling as he felt a hand casually placed on his thigh, Harry lifted his head to shoot a glare at the culprit.
When that didn't seem to intimidate Fenrir, he tried to shake the hand off, but all that got him was to have said hand slide a little bit higher and get a little bit closer to his steadily growing problem.
That was another thing. The closer it got to the night of the full moon the less Harry felt in control of his bodies' response to Greybacks' touches which were steadily increasing in frequency and were becoming, each time, bolder and bolder.
Growling again, he got to his feet, ready to return to the safety of his pile of furs, when a big hand closed around his wrist, stopping his movements.
He had no time to think before strong lips crashed on his own, a rough tongue caressing his bottom one, making him gasp in surprise at the almost overwhelming feeling that swept up his spine, making him shudder in delight, leaving his knees week and his breath short.
Parting for air, he heard Fenrir hum. Feeling the vibrations of the sound move thru his own body which was pressed firmly to that of his mate, he purred in delight (later he will be mortified to realize a sound like that came from him).
"The moon is raising my sweet, and shortly we will run…"
And run they did.
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A/N: should I try to write a chap of what happened, Fenrir and Harrys' mating and all, or should I skip it and go right to the day after?
(I remind you all this will be my first try at a scene like THAT, if you prefer the first option…)
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It has been a month since anyone in the Wizarding world had last seen Harry James Potter.
Every day "The Daily Profit" published a new article reporting of wizards saying to have seen The-Boy-Who-Lived in the street, new theories of his whereabouts, his side in the war and more.
The Wizarding community was going crazy, and so was Albus Dumbledore.
Many will say that the old headmaster has always been, how to say… a little barmy, but Albus himself has never believed it, well, not until this moment, that is.
Every day, a swarm of owls will arrive at breakfast, bringing with them hundreds upon hundreds of letters, Haulers, newspapers, photos and so on and so forth.
Some were asking if the Boy Hero had returned, others if they could help, if they should go out and look, if the one in the photograph is the boy. Some, the worst in his opinion, blamed him for what happened, saying a fourth year student had no place in that tournament to begin with, that since The-Boy-Who-Lived started his education in Hogwarts there had not been one year in which the boy hadn't suffer from one thing or another.
What really bothered the old wizard was that the same accusations were ones he himself had thought and discarded, thinking that nothing truly bad could happen to the boy.
'And now I have been proven wrong…'
_______________________________________________________
It has been a month since he had first found himself in the small hut at the center of an unknown forest (to him, at least).
Fenrir had explained to him his reasons to place him in such a remote location, well, at first he just ignored him, leaving his vicinity every time he tried to ask, but a month was too long a time to ignore the person you are stuck with in a place resembling an isolated island.
When he finally got his answer he almost wished he hadn't.
After all, hearing you are trapped in the heart of the forest to prevent your escape (which he had already suspected) and also to prevent any and all disturbances to THEIR MATING was troubling, at the list.
Sitting at the front of the hut, Harry watched in dread as the last day before the rising of the full moon came to an end.
Growling as he felt a hand casually placed on his thigh, Harry lifted his head to shoot a glare at the culprit.
When that didn't seem to intimidate Fenrir, he tried to shake the hand off, but all that got him was to have said hand slide a little bit higher and get a little bit closer to his steadily growing problem.
That was another thing. The closer it got to the night of the full moon the less Harry felt in control of his bodies' response to Greybacks' touches which were steadily increasing in frequency and were becoming, each time, bolder and bolder.
Growling again, he got to his feet, ready to return to the safety of his pile of furs, when a big hand closed around his wrist, stopping his movements.
He had no time to think before strong lips crashed on his own, a rough tongue caressing his bottom one, making him gasp in surprise at the almost overwhelming feeling that swept up his spine, making him shudder in delight, leaving his knees week and his breath short.
Parting for air, he heard Fenrir hum. Feeling the vibrations of the sound move thru his own body which was pressed firmly to that of his mate, he purred in delight (later he will be mortified to realize a sound like that came from him).
"The moon is raising my sweet, and shortly we will run…"
And run they did.
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A/N: should I try to write a chap of what happened, Fenrir and Harrys' mating and all, or should I skip it and go right to the day after?
(I remind you all this will be my first try at a scene like THAT, if you prefer the first option…)