Beautifully Deranged
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Fenrir
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Adult +
Chapters:
14
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79,884
Reviews:
372
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Currently Reading:
7
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Chapter 8
Beautifully Deranged
Chapter 8
Harry licked the blood that was dripping from his split lip and then aimed another blow at his lover.
Fenrir quickly dodged the hand flying towards his nose and made a move to trip the younger boy.
Harry jumped over the leg that tried to swipe his feet from under him and then rolled away from a kick.. Once back on his feet he aimed a well placed punch to Fenrir’s stomach.
Fenrir was winded when he felt his Pup jab the air from him. He quickly composed himself and faked a right while he kicked the boy in the left side, nearly knocking him to the ground.
Harry reflexively grabbed his side and backed quickly away to avoid another blow. He then did a little twirl and aimed a high kick to Fenrir’s head.
Fenrir saw the mistake once it was made. Harry had made the mistake of turning in order to get a better swing. He knew the blow was coming. Once the leg was near his head quickly grabbed the ankle and gave it a little pull, successively pulling Harry to the ground.
The next thing Harry knew, he was staring at the ceiling, heavily panting. Suddenly, Fenrir came into view. Smirking and looking rather lustful.
“You shouldn’t have spun around. I saw that attack coming a mile away.” He saw Harry close his eyes in disappointment. “But….you did good.”
He didn’t bother to elaborate on that last part. The boy was getting better. He had been teaching Harry physical combat for 5 months now, and there has been some major improvements.
Harry had been a little reserved at first, not wanting to anger him by fighting back. That was quickly cleared up as he realized that he would hit him anyway. Harry, being tired of being beaten to a bloody pulp finally fought back, resulting in less injuries to his person.
He knew right away that Harry had no experience in hand to hand combat. His body had no muscle, even if he had some before it all had disappeared when he was sent to Azkaban. He had no stamina and was usually beaten within the first 2 minutes of fighting, being thoroughly winded after the first couple.
Fenrir noticed the changes as they happened. They were slow, but they were there. Harry’s punch now actually hurt. Before, it had felt as if Harry was swatting at a fly. Though it was annoying, it had no real effect. Now his punches actually hurt now. Sometimes they even drew blood or left bruises.
His stamina had improved greatly as well. He had Harry running laps everyday, increasing the number of laps every week or so. He was now not quite as breathless as he used to be, and could hold out in a fight for 30 minutes, sometimes 45.
Light muscle now wrapped around Harry’s now healthy looking frame.
Fenrir frowned. The boy was growing up quick. A little too quickly.
“I know! I’m still not as good as you though.” Harry said.
“Of course not, Pup. I’ve been fighting for years and am an Alpha werewolf. You’ll never be as good as me. If you were, I’d be seriously worried.” Fenrir said. “How are your other lessons going?”
Harry perked up a bit. “Really good! Professor Crouch says I’m a natural at legilmency even though I’m not so good with occlumency. And Rabastan is really funny, he makes learning so much fun. And Vol-I mean our Lord is actually very patient with me, I was really surprised. I’ve almost got my transformation down! I should have it perfected by the next full moon! I don’t think I’ve ever learned so much at Hogwarts. Though…” Harry cut off.
Fenrir raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Harry continued on. “Though Professor Snape has been acting really weird.” Harry shook his head, as if not knowing the answer to a question he had been pondering.
“Weird how?” That didn’t sound too good.
Harry sighed. “He’s always been so mean to me. Always insulting my father and his foolishness and making me out to be the bad guy. He never gave me any praise or approval whatsoever, and now it’s different. He’s actually being…..nice. Really nice. It’s sorta creepy actually.”
“You think he’s up to something?” Fenrir asked immediately suspicious.
Harry thought about it for a minute. “I’m not sure. He may just be trying to kiss ass since I’m favored…but that just doesn’t seem right. He’s always been such a proud man, sucking up to me of all people just doesn’t seem realistic.” Harry bit his lip in frustration.
“Has he said or done anything that seemed a little random?” Fenrir needed to figure this out now, before something really horrible happened.
Harry’s eyes lit up. “Now that you mention it, he seems really interested in the past.”
Fenrir looked at him questioningly.
“I mean, he keeps bringing up how Dumbledore always regretted throwing me in Azkaban even when he thought I was guilty. He said that was what made the old coot such a fool, that people shouldn’t show their regret as it makes them weak.” Harry ran through his head all the other odd conversations, mostly one sided, the man had. “He also mentioned how frantic the Weasley’s were and how funny he thought it was that they want me back so badly. Snape never used to talk to me about anything like that before, and I’ve never heard him report anything like this to the Dark Lord!” Harry exclaimed.
Fenrir swore. It was beginning to look like they had a spy in their ranks. “We’ll have to inform our Lord about this.”
Just then the door to the training room opened to reveal a random Death Eater.
“Potter, Greyback, our Lord requires your presence in the dungeons.” The man said before leaving.
“Hmm…there wasn’t a meeting set up for today.” Harry said slowly. “I wonder what’s going on.”
The two made their way to the dungeons and walked over to the cell with Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy in front.
“My Lord.” Harry and Fenrir bowed.
Voldemort gave a smirk as he moved away from the cell, allowing the two to see inside.
Harry gasped as he saw the occupant. He would recognized the man.
His godfather, Sirius Black.
He was unconscious of course, but he looked unharmed.
“How?” Harry asked not really being able to form a sentence.
“Lucius caught him. We think he may have been on a mission from the Order, but we are unsure as of yet. We were about to call Severus down for some Veritaserum. I thought you would like to join in on the questioning.” Voldemort said, his eyes gleaming with some emotion that Harry was unsure of.
Harry nodded.
At that moment Severus Snape came into the room and froze at the sight of the person inside the cell. He quickly recovered and handed a bottle to his ‘Lord,’ as he saw no other option.
“Your potion, my Lord.”
Voldemort took the vial out of the man’s hand and then looked at Harry.
“Would you like to have the honor?” He said holding the vial out for Harry to take.
Harry’s eyes turned icy as he grabbed the vial.
“Of course, my Lord.”
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Super sorry for cutting off here. I’m to tired to write anymore tonight. And I know you guys really hate the short chapters, especially since I only write once a week, but it can’t be helped. I am currently working 40 hours a week and going to school full time. Sunday is actually my only day off (I even attend school on Saturdays) and I still have to find time to do homework an chauffer my little sister around. I actually spent six hours today helping her shop for a homecoming dress and shoes. Why she needed to try on 50 dresses in blue I don’t know, but that’s what she did. If you don’t look good in the color you shouldn’t try on 50 different dresses in the same color.
Then again, when I updated Dark Gifts nearly everyday people were still upset about the shortness of chapters…so I guess I can’t please everyone.
Thanks for all the reviews.
Chapter 8
Harry licked the blood that was dripping from his split lip and then aimed another blow at his lover.
Fenrir quickly dodged the hand flying towards his nose and made a move to trip the younger boy.
Harry jumped over the leg that tried to swipe his feet from under him and then rolled away from a kick.. Once back on his feet he aimed a well placed punch to Fenrir’s stomach.
Fenrir was winded when he felt his Pup jab the air from him. He quickly composed himself and faked a right while he kicked the boy in the left side, nearly knocking him to the ground.
Harry reflexively grabbed his side and backed quickly away to avoid another blow. He then did a little twirl and aimed a high kick to Fenrir’s head.
Fenrir saw the mistake once it was made. Harry had made the mistake of turning in order to get a better swing. He knew the blow was coming. Once the leg was near his head quickly grabbed the ankle and gave it a little pull, successively pulling Harry to the ground.
The next thing Harry knew, he was staring at the ceiling, heavily panting. Suddenly, Fenrir came into view. Smirking and looking rather lustful.
“You shouldn’t have spun around. I saw that attack coming a mile away.” He saw Harry close his eyes in disappointment. “But….you did good.”
He didn’t bother to elaborate on that last part. The boy was getting better. He had been teaching Harry physical combat for 5 months now, and there has been some major improvements.
Harry had been a little reserved at first, not wanting to anger him by fighting back. That was quickly cleared up as he realized that he would hit him anyway. Harry, being tired of being beaten to a bloody pulp finally fought back, resulting in less injuries to his person.
He knew right away that Harry had no experience in hand to hand combat. His body had no muscle, even if he had some before it all had disappeared when he was sent to Azkaban. He had no stamina and was usually beaten within the first 2 minutes of fighting, being thoroughly winded after the first couple.
Fenrir noticed the changes as they happened. They were slow, but they were there. Harry’s punch now actually hurt. Before, it had felt as if Harry was swatting at a fly. Though it was annoying, it had no real effect. Now his punches actually hurt now. Sometimes they even drew blood or left bruises.
His stamina had improved greatly as well. He had Harry running laps everyday, increasing the number of laps every week or so. He was now not quite as breathless as he used to be, and could hold out in a fight for 30 minutes, sometimes 45.
Light muscle now wrapped around Harry’s now healthy looking frame.
Fenrir frowned. The boy was growing up quick. A little too quickly.
“I know! I’m still not as good as you though.” Harry said.
“Of course not, Pup. I’ve been fighting for years and am an Alpha werewolf. You’ll never be as good as me. If you were, I’d be seriously worried.” Fenrir said. “How are your other lessons going?”
Harry perked up a bit. “Really good! Professor Crouch says I’m a natural at legilmency even though I’m not so good with occlumency. And Rabastan is really funny, he makes learning so much fun. And Vol-I mean our Lord is actually very patient with me, I was really surprised. I’ve almost got my transformation down! I should have it perfected by the next full moon! I don’t think I’ve ever learned so much at Hogwarts. Though…” Harry cut off.
Fenrir raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Harry continued on. “Though Professor Snape has been acting really weird.” Harry shook his head, as if not knowing the answer to a question he had been pondering.
“Weird how?” That didn’t sound too good.
Harry sighed. “He’s always been so mean to me. Always insulting my father and his foolishness and making me out to be the bad guy. He never gave me any praise or approval whatsoever, and now it’s different. He’s actually being…..nice. Really nice. It’s sorta creepy actually.”
“You think he’s up to something?” Fenrir asked immediately suspicious.
Harry thought about it for a minute. “I’m not sure. He may just be trying to kiss ass since I’m favored…but that just doesn’t seem right. He’s always been such a proud man, sucking up to me of all people just doesn’t seem realistic.” Harry bit his lip in frustration.
“Has he said or done anything that seemed a little random?” Fenrir needed to figure this out now, before something really horrible happened.
Harry’s eyes lit up. “Now that you mention it, he seems really interested in the past.”
Fenrir looked at him questioningly.
“I mean, he keeps bringing up how Dumbledore always regretted throwing me in Azkaban even when he thought I was guilty. He said that was what made the old coot such a fool, that people shouldn’t show their regret as it makes them weak.” Harry ran through his head all the other odd conversations, mostly one sided, the man had. “He also mentioned how frantic the Weasley’s were and how funny he thought it was that they want me back so badly. Snape never used to talk to me about anything like that before, and I’ve never heard him report anything like this to the Dark Lord!” Harry exclaimed.
Fenrir swore. It was beginning to look like they had a spy in their ranks. “We’ll have to inform our Lord about this.”
Just then the door to the training room opened to reveal a random Death Eater.
“Potter, Greyback, our Lord requires your presence in the dungeons.” The man said before leaving.
“Hmm…there wasn’t a meeting set up for today.” Harry said slowly. “I wonder what’s going on.”
The two made their way to the dungeons and walked over to the cell with Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy in front.
“My Lord.” Harry and Fenrir bowed.
Voldemort gave a smirk as he moved away from the cell, allowing the two to see inside.
Harry gasped as he saw the occupant. He would recognized the man.
His godfather, Sirius Black.
He was unconscious of course, but he looked unharmed.
“How?” Harry asked not really being able to form a sentence.
“Lucius caught him. We think he may have been on a mission from the Order, but we are unsure as of yet. We were about to call Severus down for some Veritaserum. I thought you would like to join in on the questioning.” Voldemort said, his eyes gleaming with some emotion that Harry was unsure of.
Harry nodded.
At that moment Severus Snape came into the room and froze at the sight of the person inside the cell. He quickly recovered and handed a bottle to his ‘Lord,’ as he saw no other option.
“Your potion, my Lord.”
Voldemort took the vial out of the man’s hand and then looked at Harry.
“Would you like to have the honor?” He said holding the vial out for Harry to take.
Harry’s eyes turned icy as he grabbed the vial.
“Of course, my Lord.”
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Super sorry for cutting off here. I’m to tired to write anymore tonight. And I know you guys really hate the short chapters, especially since I only write once a week, but it can’t be helped. I am currently working 40 hours a week and going to school full time. Sunday is actually my only day off (I even attend school on Saturdays) and I still have to find time to do homework an chauffer my little sister around. I actually spent six hours today helping her shop for a homecoming dress and shoes. Why she needed to try on 50 dresses in blue I don’t know, but that’s what she did. If you don’t look good in the color you shouldn’t try on 50 different dresses in the same color.
Then again, when I updated Dark Gifts nearly everyday people were still upset about the shortness of chapters…so I guess I can’t please everyone.
Thanks for all the reviews.