Sacrifice

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Another winter had passed and another spring had begun which led Fenrir and Harry to the part of the country they spent the warmer part of the year in. Since the unpleasantness with the farmer, things had only got better for the pair. Fenrir returned to his more laid-back demener as he was no longer frustrating himself with "unrequited" feelings and Harry went back to feeling that he didn't have to tip-toe around the werewolf. In fact, the teenager had grown in confidence and whereas before he had simply been a submissive male, he was now quite the budding Beta. Fenrir was confident that if the boy were a full werewolf and belonged to a pack, he would easily take the position as an Alpha's right-hand man, even at his current age.

The boost in Harry's confidence wasn't always a good thing though, at least not in Fenrir's opinion. At that very moment, he was in search of the pup who he had allowed to forrage for himself. That was proving to be an unwise decision as a good hour had passed and Harry was yet to return or even make his presence known with a call. There may not have been the threat of farmers/hunters in that area but considering exactly who Harry was, there was always a risk. So, the Alpha followed the pup's scent, treading the path the teenager previously had.

After several more minutes without any luck, Fenrir knew he was becoming increasingly anxious. He stopped in the shade of a large oak tree and looked around himself. Harry's scent was the only noticeable one in the air but there was no visible sign that he had been in that area. Sighing, Fenrir came to a decision. Even though it had the disadvantage of warning any possible kidnappers that he was around, it had the advantage of more or less guaranteeing a response from Harry; if no response came then Fenrir would know for certain that he had a reason to worry.

The man tilted back his head and brought his hands up to circle either side of his mouth. Then, he released a long howl, one which was merely the equivilant of asking "are you here?". As his howl faded away, Fenrir lowered his hands but otherwise didn't move. He wanted there to be as little sound as possible around him so that he wouldn't miss the answering call.

Very suddenly, Harry's head fell out from the leaves above, coming to stop upside down right in front of Fenrir's face. "Yo." He greeted easily.

To Fenrir's credit, he didn't jump or flinch at the sudden appearance though inside his heart did skip a beat. "You spend more time in trees then you do on the ground," He muttered, a little annoyed with himself for being slightly startled by his pup's actions and the entire scenario in general. "Sometimes I doubt you've got any werewolf in you."

"Maybe I've got some weremonkey in me." Harry chuckled as he disappeared back into the leaves again before jumping down the right way up. "I heard you calling; is there anything wrong?"

"You were taking too long."

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that, but the dancing mushrooms were distracting and I lost track of how long I was watching them for."

"Dancing mushrooms?"

"Mmhmm." Harry confirmed, obviously not catching onto the disbelief in his Alpha's voice. "I picked one up and almost ate it but then it started wriggling. When I realised it was alive, I put it back down where I got it and then it and the other mushrooms around it started to do this little dance. I'd like to think it was their way of saying "thanks for not eating our friend"."

"Are you sure you didn't eat a dodgy mushroom before then?" Fenrir asked suspiciously.

"I don't eat mushrooms if I think they're dodgy, you know that."

"Well you had to have eaten something dodgy if you were seeing dancing mushrooms."

"You think I was hallucinating." Harry said accusingly, finally realising what was behind the man's words.

"There's no such thing as dancing mushrooms."

"Just because you haven't seen them doesn't mean they're not real. A lot of people would say that werewolves aren't real but you and I prove that's not true."

Fenrir rolled his eyes but said no more on the subject. He didn't care enough to make a big deal out of it. Let Harry keep his delusions for as long as they were safe and harmless. He would be making sure to keep an eye on exactly what the boy was eating whenever he could from then on though.

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Although Harry had asked, he had never been allowed to run and play with Fenrir during the full moons since they had made their peace the previous autumn. So, they had adopted the system that had previously been reserved for the forth full moon; Harry would spend the time up in a tree and Fenrir would stay close but not too close. That worked fine for them and no problems were thrown up. With the coming of that year's forth full moon however, a rather large problem had arisen.

Usually, Fenrir enjoyed his heats. It was much easier to get a willing female during the period of the forth full moon. However, this would be the first one with Harry at his full sexual maturity. That posed three problems.

Problem number one: Harry's scent would not only become irrisistable to Fenrir but also to any other werewolf in the area. Harry was a young, healthy, un-mated male and that all showed in his scent. He would be an extreme temptation to any werewolf passing through their patch even if the boy was only a part werewolf. If, for any reason, Harry was on the ground during the period, he'd be in extraordinary danger.

Problem number two: because Harry and Fenrir were technically "together", the Alpha felt guilt stirring at the thought of mating with anyone other than Harry. It was lame and it annoyed the Alpha but he couldn't deny how he felt. The only one he wanted to mate with was Harry. That meant he was due for a very uncomfortable heat, especially during the night when the moon was actually out.

Problem number three: Harry was, more than likely, going to experience extreme arousal just as a werewolf would. As with Fenrir, that was most probably going to be most of a problem at night. It was hard to keep control of yourself when your mind was clouded by so many hormones and Fenrir was concerned that the teenager would forget himself and do something that would result in him getting himself hurt.

There were, unfortunately, no clear solutions to these problems other than for Harry to stay up in a tree no matter what. Fenrir would stick close by, if only because the werewolf in him wanted to be able to protect what it saw as his, but he could also be a danger to Harry. He didn't think the boy would appreciate having his virginity taken by an animal. Still, Harry didn't seem to even half as concerned about it all as the Alpha was. Perhaps it was because he didn't fully understand the extent of the risk, though Fenrir was inclined to believe it was more because the teenager had a false-confidence in his sense of self-control. Harry had never experienced a heat before and so had no real understanding of just how consuming it could be.

Or at least he hadn't the previous day when he had shucked up a tall tree. Now that it was the morning after the first night, his tune had understandably changed.

The arousal was, in a single word, unbearable. Harry must have brought himself to completion at least half a dozen times throughout the night and still, as the morning sun was beginning to rise, he had a hard and aching erection. He was exausted and yet too aroused to sleep or even doze, not to mention he was suffering from the discomfort of sitting astride a branch for a good nine hours. It was like a form of toture and Harry didn't think he was exaggerating when he called it that.

"Fenrir?" He called, hoping that the Alpha was out of his wolf form and within hearing distance. Harry needed advice; this was all new to him. Fenrir had experienced a heat countless times, surely he'd be able to give some tips on how to handle it because simply relieving the urges obviously wasn't enough.

When no answer came in reply, Harry tried howling just in case Fenrir wasn't human yet. Even that got no reply though. With an irritable huff and no real thought, the teenager came down from the tree, his swinging movements as graceful as ever despite his discomfort. He had literally only just managed to land when Fenrir was suddenly in front of him, popping up as if from no where. The Alpha seized both of Harry's upper arms as he glared down at him with undisguised anger.

"What are you doing?" Fenrir growled dangerously, his hands squeezing a painful grip. "I told you not to come down for anything."

"I'm sorry," Harry breathed, his voice quivering slightly as tears of frustration and desperation threatened to fall. "But Fenrir, I can't take it anymore, no matter what I do I can't find any relief."

A low growl came from the Alpha at the revelation and he looked off to the side darkly, though he didn't release Harry's arms. The teenager sagged forward far enough so he could lean against his elder's chest. Just that contact, between his cheek and the other's hair covered chest, was enough to prompt Harry to give a light moan as his eyes closed in bliss. It was madness, that such an insignificant amount of contact could make him feel so good and immediately make him desperate for more. He would've brought his arms up to hold onto Fenrir if not for the fact the Alpha was still holding onto them tightly.

Perhaps Fenrir felt something too as, not a moment later, the man had pushed Harry to arms length before releasing him. "Take off your robe." He ordered as he sat down on the ground.

Harry immediately did as he was told, bending to lift the hem of his old robe (which was, to that day, still too large to fit him properly) before he pulled it up and over his head in one movement. He was left completely naked, his skin pale from lack of direct sunlight and littered with various scars, some fairly significant like the one on the curve of his left shoulder left from the bite Isaac had given him upon their meeting when he had been six. Glancing to Fenrir, Harry noticed an unfamiliar look in the man's eyes which, instinctively, he recognised as desire and he found that he was looking at the man's body in much the same way. It was curious how Harry had never known Fenrir to wear clothes and the nudity had never even occurred to him really, but at that moment Harry was very aware that Fenrir was a strong, dominant male who was completely naked. That made him both nervous and excited.

"Get over here." Fenrir grunted as Harry hurried to comply. The Alpha lay back on the grass then, his eyes never leaving the green eyes of his pack mate. "Straddle my chest, facing away, then lay down flat."

Ah, okay, things were starting to make a little more sense in Harry's hormone-fogged mind. He did as he was told, sitting himself on Fenrir just below the man's nipples. Then, he lowered himself down so he was laying on top of him. He simply assumed his face was supposed to be lined up with the Alpha's erection so he scooted back slightly when he realised he was too far forward. Even when Harry had Fenrir's stiff length, which was coloured an angry red and was oozing a copious amount of pre-cum, right in front of his face and his own erection was in Fenrir's face, he felt no shame or embarrassment. He hadn't been raised to feel as such after all

When a hot breath suddenly caressed Harry's length, shots of renewed pleasure made him mewl. "Mmm, Fenrir, now what?" He asked a little desperately.

"Just do what I do." Fenrir growled.

Before Harry could make any sort of reply to that, his voice died as Fenrir's mouth engulfed his burning erection. His vision swam and his voice came back to life as a gutteral moan as the tip of a tongue played around the tip and then made a high sweep over the whole head before swiping down the entire length. The vibrations of a low warning growl reminded Harry that he was supposed to be copying what Fenrir was doing. It was hard to focus with such strange but delightful sensations over-taking him but he was determined to make his Alpha feel the same sort of pleasure.

Harry was enthusiastic if nothing else as he took Fenrir's entire length into his mouth in one go, deep-throating him as much as possible from his position. Working on nothing but instinct and the noises of pleasure he was coaxing out of the man beneath him, Harry did what he simply thought was right. Small moans escaped him as he was sucked on and he found it hard to keep his concentration but he was determined to give as good as he got. He lifted himself slightly with his hands pressed to the ground on either side of Fenrir's hips, lifting up enough to feel the tip of the Alpha's erection touch the back of his throat. Then, bending his elbows, Harry slowly lowered his mouth again. That became a pattern until his arms became too tired and he was forced to rethink the technique. He settled on laying flat on Fenrir; it may not have allowed him to get the entire length into his mouth but it freed his hands so they could work on everything his mouth couldn't.

Fenrir groaned and had to momentarily let go of Harry's length as the teenager's hot mouth constricted around him. While Harry used one of his hands to stimulate the base of the erection, he used the fingernails of his his other hand to gently scratch the wrinkled skin of the heavy sac. A loud growl left Fenrir as he tried to stop himself from thrusting into Harry's mouth. If he didn't know for a fact that the pup had never done anything like what he was doing at that moment before, Fenrir would've assumed Harry had had a lot of previous practice. It was obviously just natural talent though; Harry just instinctively knew what would feel good apparently.

“Mmm, Fenrir, please..." Harry moaned wantonly around his mouthful, the vibration nearly tipping the man over the edge.

Fenrir sucked on the smallest finger of his left hand, coating it in a thick layer of saliva before he once again engulfed Harry's length in his mouth. His left hand moved around blindly until he found the teenager's entrance. It wasn't an ideal situation with his fingernails as long and as sharp as they were but he was confident that as long as he was careful, he could finger the tight hole without causing any damage. Indeed, when he began to tease the tight pucker, slowly inserting the finger a little before pulling back again, he got only a positive response from Harry. The gasps and wriggles coming from the teenager were doing nothing for Fenrir's control and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer so he decided to step up the attentions he was lavishing on his pup's body.

Harry's body was moving completely on its own. Almost all conscious thought had left him and he was simply acting on instincts. The finger inside him felt strangely pleasant but he thought that was probably more to do with the pleasure Fenrir's hot mouth was causing. That sort of feeling made everything else feel good as well and even Harry's aching jaw had a certain charm to it.

When Fenrir's tongue started to become far more enthusiastic and his breathing started to come out more panted and heavy, Harry knew that the man was on the brink of something, just as he, himself, was. A curl which had been steadily growing in his abdomen was becoming noticably tight and he felt as though the blood in his veins was boiling. Harry's toes curled as the coil suddenly sprung, allowing the boy's first non-self-induced orgasm to rush through him like liquid fire. He threw his head back, his mouth leaving Fenrir's erection, but his hands never stopped working of their own accord. As Harry released into Fenrir's mouth, the werewolf gave a moan that was close to a roar in its intensity and followed the teenager over the edge. Fenrir drank Harry's release down eagerly as his own seed spurted out energetically, most of it hitting and clinging to Harry's face.

When the rush was over, they collapsed and lay where they were bonelessly, panting, Harry collapsed on top of Fenrir. His green eyes were slightly glazed and dazed and it was with wobbly arms that he pushed himself up. Fenrir was stirred by the movement and he lifted his head slightly to watch as the teenager sat up straight on his abdomen. The man felt his arousal stir again at the sight of Harry's face, which was slightly turned towards him, covered in his seed and he had to bite back a moan when the boy wiped off some and then tasted it.

Harry wrinkled his nose slightly at the taste of Fenrir. He'd tasted worst flavours but he'd also tasted stuff which was a lot better. It was probably in the category of something he'd eat if there was nothing else but it wouldn't be his first, or even his second, option. Abruptly, he was pulled off balance as one of Fenrir's large hands wrapped around his upper right arm and yanked him down. Harry gave a light huff as he landed on the man's chest but before he could say any more, the flat and hot moistness of a tongue ran up his cheek, cleaning away the seed that had clung to his skin.

The lovers' gazes met through hooded eyes. After a moment, a soft smile touched Harry's lips and he leaned his head to the side slightly to meet with another of Fenrir's licks. When his face had been tenderly cleaned of all of the foreign substance, the teenager snuggled against his Alpha tiredly while one of Fenrir's hands carded through his hair possessively. Together, they dozed in the morning sunshine for quite some time.

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A low, rumbling growl came from Fenrir as he stood tense and poised, ready to pounce on a moment's notice. There was someone very near by, someone who shouldn't have been there, someone who wasn't a werewolf and was, of course, unwelcome. He had caught the scent of the intruder upon waking and had left the side of the now fourteen year old Harry in favour of searching out whoever it was. He had to admit that the scent was somewhat familiar but he couldn't for the life of him remember where he had smelt it exactly.

Not moving an inch, the werewolf listened very carefully to try and figure out where the scent was coming from as well as trying to listen to see if he could make out any sounds that may give away the location of whoever it was. It was a game of nerves, one that Fenrir eventually won when the sound of a crunching twig came from the right. In an instant, he had turned, was preparing to pounce, only to come face to face with the point of a wand. Dark eyes narrowed dangerously and he looked up the length of the wand, past the arm that held it to the face of the one who owned it.

Long, silver blond hair, pewter grey eyes, pale skin, a superior smirk: Lucius Malfoy.

"Greyback." The blond aritocrat greeted coolly as he lowered his wand.

"Malfoy." Fenrir grunted in reply, not at all pleased with the pureblood's presence in his home. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here as a friend, Greyback, to deliver a message from our Lord."

Fenrir's blood froze at that and he gave an angry growl. "The Dark Lord is dead."

"The Dark Lord has returned and would like to renew your past friendship." Malfoy revealed in his usual superior drawl.

"I bet he would." The Alpha snarled, the mere thought of Voldemort, the man who wanted Harry dead, enough to make his temper flare dangerously. "Well since you're the obvious messenger boy, Malfoy, you can give him this message: I'm no one's lap dog and I won't be treated as such." And with that he turned to stalk away.

"May I inquire as to why? Was your allience not to your taste the last time?"

Fenrir didn't like the way Malfoy's tone was slightly knowing. It unnerved him and made him think the man knew more than he probably did. "My reasons are my own, I don't need to explain myself to a runt like you." That was effectively the end of the conversation and Fenrir stalked away, his mind working over-time.

Voldemort was back. That wasn't good, that wasn't good at all. How was it possible? It couldn't be...But it obviously was. What was he to do now? Voldemort was a stubborn man, it was likely that he'd still want to get his hands on Harry if only because the boy defeated him the last time when he was barely a year old. Plus, it was doubtful that he was simply going to accept Fenrir's refusal to rejoin the Death Eaters without question. No, this wasn't going to be the end of it, things were only going to get worse if anything.

Now in a completely foul mood which would no doubt last the entire night, Fenrir gave a snarl and turned to head back to where he had left Harry. However, as he turned, he caught a whiff of a tantilizing scent he knew perfectly and an annoyed growl passed his lips as he stalked off to the side.

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As consciousness slowly began to sink through his mind, Harry realised that he was oddly cold. With a frown, he sat up and glanced over his shoulder to see that Fenrir wasn't beside him. His frown deepened at the curiosity of the situation as he glanced around himself. There was no sign of the Alpha though his scent lingered quite strongly which meant he hadn't been gone for long. It was odd for Fenrir to leave without waking him but it was nothing to get overly alarmed about. If anything, it was a reassurance that everything was fine; Fenrir wouldn't leave him alone and asleep if there was danger about.

Harry carefully and silently got up onto his feet then and began to slowly make his way towards one of the paths Fenrir had marked for him. His eye sight was, predictably, getting worse little by little and that meant he had lost a lot of his freedom. His Alpha had marked out a safe path for him giving the excuse that he had better things to do then hold his hand (in the metaphorical sense) while he upheld his "pathetic" vegetarian sensibilities. Harry didn't really care for the reason, he was just glad he wasn't forced to rely on the werewolf for yet something else.

Only a few minutes into his walk, the scent of mushroom caught Harry's nose and he followed it carefully to a patch of the fungi which was making his stomach groan in hunger. He may not have been a werewolf but he did seem to have a few werewolf traits one of which was his sense of smell. It was unfortunate that he hadn't taken on a werewolf's good eyesight but he couldn't have everything and he was fine with that. His life was hard enough as it was at times without making it harder on himself by pouting over things he couldn't change. Besides, it gave Fenrir a reason to coddle him which he had to admit he didn't mind all that much.

Harry plucked one of the mushrooms from the patch and brought it up to his nose to get a better smell. With that, he was satisfied it really was safe to eat. He popped it into his mouth and chewed on it a few times before swallowing it with a grimace. They didn't taste particularly great but he'd had worse. They'd do and then he could force the taste away with whatever it was he found to eat next. He went to take another one but paused when he thought he heard the ruffle of leaves over to his right. When nothing else came though, he was confident there was no need to worry and so went back to his mushrooms. However, when he heard another more definite sound, he stopped completely; there was definitely something near by. It may have been nothing more than a rabbit or something else equally as harmless but Fenrir had always said it was better to be safe than sorry.

Despite his open eyes and his open ears and how alert he was making sure he kept, when the attack came, Harry didn't stand a chance. A weight which reminded him of a Muggle bulldozer he had seen when he was very young suddenly rammed into his back and sent him sprawling down to the ground with a heavy thump that winded him badly. As he tried to suck air back into his lungs, a large hand closed around the back of his neck and sharp claws dug painfully into his throat, not hard enough to break the skin but definitely enough to be uncomfortable. Harry would've been scared if the familiar scent of his Alpha hadn't filled his nostrils, so instead of being scared, he was simply extremely nervous.

"What do you think you're doing?" Fenrir's voice seethed in Harry's right ear angrily.

"What do you mean?" Harry managed to gasp out before he was flipped over onto his back abruptly.

"You know better than to wander off on your own." The Alpha growled, leaning his weight down on the small form underneath him with a arm across the youth's chest and dipping his head down so his nose was barely an inch away from the teenager's.

"You left without waking me, I thought you wouldn't do such a thing unless things were all right and..."

"No more." Fenrir ordered, cutting Harry off and silencing him. "From now on you don't got anywhere without me with you."

"What!" Harry gasped indignantly. "But Fenrir that's not..."

"Do not finish that sentence, boy."

Harry winced at the address, his eyes squeezing shut, and Fenrir gave a mental growl of frustration. Eight years since Harry had last seen his uncle he still associated the word 'boy' with punishment. One day the Alpha was going to track that meat bag Vernon Dursley down and he was going to maul him before finally ripping out the man's throat for everything he had made Harry suffer. Until that time though, he had to control himself and comfort his pup as the teenager still had his eyes shut in an anticipation of pain.

Even as the heavy weight of his Alpha left him, Harry didn't move an inch, just keeping his eyes shut and his neck bared in the hopes that the submission would placate the larger male and he wouldn't hit. However, the next touch of Fenrir wasn't the harsh pain of a claw or teeth like Harry was expecting, instead it was soothing moistness of the man's flat wet tongue gently lapping at his neck, no doubt at the places where the claw-like fingernails had indented themselves previously. Harry's clenched eyes relaxed but didn't open as a sigh of pleasure left the teenager. He stayed underneath the silver-haired man as his licks trailed further up, sliding over his jaw and onto his cheek, but arched into the touch, his back and hips lifting from the ground. It was a rare situation; Fenrir usually kept physical affection to a minimum unless it was going to lead to mating, in which case he'd concentrate more on the body rather than the face. The sudden change was unexplainable but not at all unwelcome. In fact, Harry hoped dearly that it wasn't just a fluke.

Tentatively, choosing his time right, Harry quickly flicked his own tongue out and it lightly brushed against Fenrir's slightly stubbled cheek. That seemed to prompt the Alpha to grow even more affectionate as his tongue moved across the cheek and began to lap at the corner of the teenager's mouth. Harry boldly met the dominant's larger tongue with his own and the moist contact between the two seemed to send electric sparks through both of them. A low growl escaped Fenrir as his attentions became even more passionate, drawing the boy closer so their lips sealed tightly, one of his large hands slipping underneath the boy's neck to create a better leverage.

Harry's head was swimming and he felt dizzy with all the sensations running through him like liquid heat. Fenrir's tongue took up almost the whole of his mouth and ran over every surface and dipped into every crevice like he owned it. Harry moved his tongue in reply as best as he could but it was hard to keep up with Fenrir's almost furious pace and in the end he simply lay there and allowed himself to be ravished and the Alpha didn't seem to mind that one bit.

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Harry sighed in boredom as he hung upside down from a high tree branch. It wasn't even a full moon and yet he had been banished up a tree. Why? He wasn't completely sure but he reckoned it had something to do with the werewolf that occassionaly visited the area. Harry had never met this strange werewolf but had often caught the unfamiliar scent after the man (because the scent was male) had left. When he had asked Fenrir who the man was, he never got a straight reply so he had eventually given up on asking. He still grumbled though and had made a point of voicing his thoughts of being sent up a tree to wait for the Alpha to return. Climbing and spending time in trees was occassionally fun but not when he had no choice in the matter.

All the blood rushing to his head was making Harry feel rather light-headed but he was still alert enough to hear a near by sound of footsteps. He froze instantly and listened very carefully. There were footsteps, two sets, approaching from his left. Neither person smelt like Fenrir or the strange werewolf the Alpha was meeting with. A shot of anxiety rushed through Harry along with a hint of curiosity. Steadily, that curiosity grew and became something very dangerous.

Fenrir had told him to stay in the tree until he was fetched, but if there were people heading towards him...Well, surely it was safer to search them out than to wait and be caught off guard? He'd be careful, of course, he'd stay in the bushes and keep low to the ground. If it was nothing to worry about then that would be great. If it was a threat, then he could scurry off to alert Fenrir.

Harry succeeded in convincing himself that to get down and have a look around was the best course of action to take (and it really hadn't been hard to convince himself of that) and so dropped down out of the tree. He hurried into the cover of a bush before he started to make his way towards the source of the footsteps.

It was hard for him to keep track of the footsteps while he moved as the bushes rustled around him, but he managed it somehow. He paused every so often, just to make certain he was moving in the correct direction, and then he'd move forward a little bit more. It made progress slow but at least it was safe. It all paid off in the end when Harry actually heard a voice. He froze where he was, in the middle of a clump of bushes, and listened intently.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" A deep, gruff, male voice spoke.

"This is the area Malfoy indicated." Another male voice, this one sounding more polished and refined, replied.

As the two men continued to converse, Harry cautiously leaned forward and parted a small section of the bush with his hands. Through the parted leaves and his fuzzy vision, he could make out the forms of the two men, both dressed in long, black robes and wearing strange masks. In each of their right hands, they, strangely, held thin sticks which, in Harry's mind, would've been totally impractical for fighting with.

"Perhaps Greyback's moved on." The gruffer voice said.

Harry held back a gasp; they weren't werewolves but they looking for Fenrir? Who were these men?

"A possibility, I suppose." The other conceeded.

The conversation paused then as the two men wandered a slight distance away from each other, one moving in the opposite direction to where Harry was hiding and other heading straight towards the veiled teenager. Harry fought against the natural instinct to run away. He had to remain rational; if he moved then the man, who was now uncomfortably close to his bush, would know he was there and then who knew what would happen.

That plan, unfortunately, failed to work when his presence was noticed anyway. The man's head turned down to look at the section of the bush Harry was holding apart. Even though the stranger's face was covered by a mask, Harry knew that they made eye contact and for a moment he couldn't bring himself to make his muscles move.

A light gasp came from the man before he breathed a quiet, "Lily?"

That whispered word gave Harry the strength to make his limbs move. In an instant he was away, bolting back in the direction he had previously come in, determined to find Fenrir.

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As always, when Fenrir's temper flared, the desire to kill something flared along with it. However, on this occassion, the werewolf denied himself the release of finding some animal and taking his bad mood out on it. Why? Because he was reluctant to leave Harry on his own any longer than he already had.

Fenrir had just left behind his contact who had delivered unwanted news; the Dark Lord was officially back. How had that happened? Voldemort was supposed to be dead! The main theory among the Wizarding population was that he had resurrected himself through some sort of sacrificial ceremony as there had been several people who had gone missing in a short space of time.

To Fenrir, it didn't really matter how Voldemort had returned from the dead. All that mattered was the fact he was back and what would happen because of it. It was doubtful that the evil wizard was going to take Fenrir's "no" without a fight so more visiting Death Eaters was almost a certainty. That put Harry at risk. If even one of those Death Eaters recognised who the boy really was then it would all be over. One or two wizards Fenrir would be able to manage, but any more and he knew he'd be at a fatal disadvantage. He was strong but not paticularly fast in his human form and he doubted greatly whether of not he'd be able to dodge spells flying at him from all directions.

But all that begged the question of what to do! What could he do? He seemed to have such a limited choice. That was what had him most angry; that he had so few options and those he did have were terrible.

Running footsteps and unnaturally rustling leaves suddenly reached Fenrir's ears and he stopped moving to listen. No sooner had he done that then Harry came flying through some nearby shrubs, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste. Immediately, the Alpha could smell the boy's panic and fear and the expression on Harry's face only supported that scent.

Upon reaching the man, Harry immediately clung to him. His breathing was heavy and came out in harsh pants as he used Fenrir's sturdy form to keep himself up on his feet. "There are two men...Further back...They saw me...So I ran...I think they're following..." He gasped out haltingly.

Fenrir's sharp hearing picked up the sounds of hurried (though not running) footsteps approaching. He growled lowly, a nasty snarl curling his lips. Quickly, he seized Harry's arms and forced him down to the ground before he pushed him hastily into the bush right beside them. "Stay down, stay quiet." Were the only words the werewolf spoke before he straightened up.

Just as Harry did as he was told, disappearing completely into the bush, the two men, the two Death Eaters, who had been pursuing the boy came into Fenrir's view. Once again the Alpha growled and he planted his feet on the ground as he flexed his fingers; if they wanted a fight then he was more than ready for it.

"Take one more step forward and I'll rip your throat out." Fenrir barked and the Death Eater's came to a stop and looked at him accordingly. "I've already told your master that I'm not interested, what are you doing here?"

"The Dark Lord wanted to give you another chance to see sense, now that you've had some time to think things through." The burlier of the Death Eaters grunted.

"Well you've wasted a trip here because I'm still not interested. So leave."

"May we inquire as to why you've decided against renewing your alliance with the Dark Lord? You never gave Lucius Malfoy a proper explaination." The slighter Death Eater spoke next. "Perhaps it has something to do with a green eyed youth I just saw."

"I'd watch what I was saying if I were you, Snape." Fenrir snapped aggressively, set on edge by how knowing the other man's tone was and how close he was to the truth.

"So I'm correct in assuming as such?" The one known as Snape sneered.

"Who you saw was my mate and he is none of your business."

"He?" The burly Death Eater smirked. "I never would've put you down as a shirt lifter."

That was the final straw for Fenrir and with a vicious snarl he lunged at the Death Eater, managing to inflict a satisfying slash to the man's wrist which was practically offered to him as it was the wrist of the hand which held the man's wand. The injury may even have been as severe as a severed artery as blood began to literally spill from the cut. Curiously, Snape did nothing to protect his "partner" and instead just watched, his wand raised to Fenrir but obviously just in case the werewolf decided to turn on him as well.

"You've got five seconds to leave this place or neither of you will be going anywhere ever again." Fenrir snarled furiously, making sure to move back to where he had been previously standing so he was in between the Death Eaters and Harry.

The man known as Snape moved over to his bleeding comrade and slung the beefy man's arm over his shoulder. "The Dark Lord will not take kindly to this insult." He threatened before he and his fellow Death Eater disappeared with a pop.

Fenrir stared at the spot the two men had been standing in as he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Things were starting to get increasingly dangerous. Snape had been right, Voldemort wasn't going to appreciate him attacking a Death Eater and he was going to retaliate. Worse still, Snape was going to mention the fact he saw Harry. It was unlikely that he knew he had seen the Harry Potter but he would convey the information that Harry was the Alpha's mate and that would be enough for Voldemort to plan a way to try and use Harry to make Fenrir co-opperate. There was no denying it, their lives were going to change from then on. How? That was something Fenrir knew only Harry could decide.

Rustling came from behind Fenrir then but he didn't bother to turn and look, he knew it was only Harry coming out into the open again. "Fenrir," the teenager said quietly as he slowly approached the Alpha. "Who were those men?"

"Pup..." Fenrir started reluctantly, hesitating for a moment before deciding on what exactly he was going to say. "How much do you actually know about your parents?"

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End of Chapter 7.
Phew, that's a long chapter. Longest so far I do believe.
I hope you all enjoyed it. As I said last chapter, the plot really begins now. More drama and action is on the way as well as other characters beside Harry and Fenrir. Oh, and I hope the smut was to your liking as well :D

Review replies!

Narius
MOAR is what you will get :D

demonwinds2121
You will be reassured to hear that I have the chapters of Sacrifice saved on two different computers and two USB sticks. Some may call it obsessive, I call it playing safe XD

ladyroo88
As you saw from this chapter, the wizarding world is showing up in the most awkward of ways -.- But on the plus side, the relationship grew that little bit more.

lonelyreverance
Oh yeah, you know Harry isn't going to be intimidated by anything (even saw it in this chapter).

kittycat30
I'm glad you liked last chapter and I hope you like this chapter too :)

celestialuna
I did that mostly to show that just because Fenrir's softer towards Harry, he's still the same ruthless killer that he was before. I'm not a huge one for gore and death scenes which was why that part was just kinda glossed over.

SandRene
Yes, unfortunately, the Farmer and his wife needed to die in order to prove that Fenrir's not a total softy. He's still a vioent jerk to everyone except Harry XD

Mr Galion
I know killing the four innocent people was a bit harsh but at least they were pretty anonymous so none of us were emotionally attached to them ^_^;

darkpyroangel06
I don't mind admitting that whenever I see a review from you, I get a little spike of pleasure because your reviews are always so great :)
At least you weren't stuck with the two week wait so all your questions were answered swiftly and the cliffhanger wasn't quite so bad. I think everyone was sad that the four Muggles were killed (myself included which was why the murders weren't in detail and just sort of glossed over) but it had to be done. And I can understand why you have to keep reminding yourself of Harry's ignorance of "the birds and the bees". After all, any other 13 year old in our society would have an extensive knowledge because sex seems to be everywhere nowadays XD

morganabythesea
I'm glad you think so :)

Lina
Yes, psychotic animals with the one they love as their only weakness and exception is a major soft spot for me too :)

Lady Draculea
No non-con in this story; the day I write non-con will be the day I enjoy eating marmite (in other words, it'll never happen). I'm glad you're enjoying everything and I hope you continue to enjoy :)

applesauce_N_soysauce
Since you liked the kiss, I hope you liked what happened in this chapter too :D

shadowama
I updated as soon as possible *enjoys the kisses*

Until next chapter, my lovelies, I bid you adeiu.

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