Sacrifice

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Up until the age of six, Harry had believed the only thing he had ever been explicitely told by his uncle and aunt; there was no such thing as magic. Then, when he ran away, he had found a werewolf yet had still believed in his uncle's words; there was no such thing as magic. After all, a werewolf was supposedly fantasy but they weren't magical. Isaac hadn't been able to fly a broomstick or make things float or turn toads into handsome princes. Now, eight years on from when he first met a werewolf, Harry's understanding of the world had once again been massively changed.

Magic was real. Wizards and witches were real. Not only that, Harry's parents had been magic which meant Harry, himself, was magic, a wizard. He was a wizard that another wizard was trying to kill for some reason. This other wizard killed Harry's parents (not a car crash as his aunt and uncle had told him) and had almost killed him when he was a baby but somehow he had survived. Everyone had thought this other wizard was dead but apparently he was alive. And Fenrir used to kill for him. And now the other wizard was probably going to try and kill Harry again. And he wanted Fenrir to kill for him again. And those two men who had chased him were working for the other wizard. And there were so many questions Harry wanted to ask that he wasn't sure which one to start with!

"Were...Ah..." The teenager started awkwardly, rubbing his forehead in frustration as he spoke. "Were you there, the night that this man came and, uh, you know, did what he did?"

"No, I wasn't there." The Alpha reassured.

Harry visibly relaxed at that. He wasn't sure what he would've done or how he would've felt if things had been otherwise.

"Pup, the reason I'm telling you this," Fenrir said carefully, making sure to maintain eye contact with Harry. "Is because, if Voldemort sends more than a few Death Eaters after us or even comes himself, I can't be certain that I'll be able to protect you. I'd give it a damn good try but I can't guarantee that I'd win against so many wizards at once."

Harry felt his insides freeze at those words. Fenrir, the most fearsome werewolf on the British Isles, wouldn't be able to protect him from this Voldemort man? That was...Unthinkable! The only thing Harry had ever seen that had even slowed the Alpha down was the previous winter when he had caught his leg in the bear-trap. Other than that, Fenrir had always been more than capable of winning a fight and protecting the both of them at the same time. Now, apparently, there was someone Fenrir couldn't beat. It was slightly mind-boggling for the teenager.

"I know somewhere safe though." Fenrir revealed then, bringing Harry out of his thoughts. Although he appeared to be slightly reluctant, the man continued. "I'm sure you'll recognise the name; it's a place called Hogwarts."

That word did, indeed, sound familiar but Harry was initially unable to remember why. Then, his memory travelled back over the years, to the first summer he had spent with Fenrir. "That letter I got from the owl!" He gasped in realisation.

"That would've been your acceptence letter." The Alpha grunted. "It's a school that teaches magic, but it's also one of the safest places in the country, Voldemort wouldn't be able to get to you there. The headmaster knew your parents; he'd help you."

A place of safety, where this Voldemort person wouldn't be able to get them, but it would mean leaving the life he knew so well. The territory he knew so well, the cave they spent their winters in, the lake they spent their summers by; they'd have to leave them both behind. Surely that was a small sacrifice for safety though? What use was there in staying in familiar settings when people were going to come along and try to kidnap or kill you? Could either of them relax if they stayed? Or would they always be on edge, just waiting for people in black cloaks and white masks to come jumping out from bushes and attack them?

"It's a lot to think about," Fenrir spoke again as he got to his feet and Harry watched in clear concern as his Alpha started to walk away. "In the end, the decision is up to you. It's not my place to make this choice." And with that, he left the area.

Silence fell over Harry and the world around him as he looked down at the ground sadly. It was his choice, but how was he supposed to know which option was the right one?

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The hours that passed were spent in solitude by both Harry and Fenrir. While the teenager remained in his place in the clearing, Fenrir did what he did best when he was annoyed; kill things. Once he started, he didn't stop until he was panting from the exersion and his limbs felt heavy with fatigue. He was still angry but at least he was too tired to do anything about it.

It was all such a mess. What had happened to the peaceful life he had lived as a lone wolf for so many years? Though, Fenrir would've been lying if he tried to insist that he hadn't expected a life with Harry Potter to be anything but troublesome. He hadn't expected Voldemort to actually come back to life however! That had been a most unwelcome revelation. It was almost enough to make him regret ever getting involved with the wizard, but then he remembered all the good times he had doing the man's killing and he knew he couldn't regret it. Neither did he regret taking Harry in. The pup had become an extremely significant part of his life after all...

"Fenrir?" The voice of the boy in question spoke quietly from behind.

The Alpha turned where he was standing, simply resting, and saw Harry was slowly approaching him. The teenager came right up until he was standing as close to Fenrir as he could without touching him. Harry's head had to tilt as far back as possible to maintain eye-contact and Fenrir had to tilt his head down at the same time.

"If I choose to leave," Harry said, his voice still quiet and also slightly anxious and unsure. "Will you come with me?"

Fenrir studied the boy's face for a few seconds before he brought a hand up to hold the small chin between his thumb and the side of his index finger. Emerald green met the darkness of the Alpha's gaze and it was then that Harry got his answer. Nevertheless, it was still spoken:

"Yeah."

Harry closed his eyes in relief then and brought his hands up to hold onto the one of Fenrir's that was holding his chin. He manouvered it so he could cup their palms together and then lifted their joined hands so he could rest his cheek on the back of the larger, slightly hairy, hand. "When do we leave?" He asked quietly.

The Alpha made no move to pull away and allowed the contact to remain. In fact, he even stepped closer, tilting his head down just that little bit more so he could continued to look at the teenager's face. "Tonight."

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It was eerily quiet as Fenrir led Harry through an unknown forest, almost as if the trees and the animals wanted the two werewolves to get caught. Their footsteps and rustling through the area seemed hideously loud to the both of them and they made sure to stick very close to one another, both for safety and so they didn't get separated. Harry's eyesight was extremely poor after all, and they were in an unfamiliar area with only the light of the moon through the leaves of the trees guiding their way. If they, somehow, lost track of each other then things could get dangerous. So, the teenager clutched one of his Alpha's meaty arms with both of his hand, one wrapped around the wrist and the other holding onto the elbow.

Quite suddenly, they came to the edge of the trees and in front of them stretched a huge meadow. The grass was tall, reaching at least Harry's waist, and there was no end to the openess in sight. It seemingly just stretched on and on. It was the sort of meadow wild animals of prey would fear to tread for fear of danger and, unfortunately, it was the way the two werewolves needed to continue in.

"Keep your ears sharp and your eyes open as best you can," Fenrir murmured in a very low, hushed voice. "If you think you hear or see anything and I haven't reacted, point it out to me. If I tell you to run, you do it. Got it?"

"Yes, Fenrir."

The Alpha gave a small grunt and went to move forward, but before he could, several faint pops travelled to their ears on the wind. Both males froze again and looked out ahead. Even Harry could see the six dark figures of people that had appeared on the meadow out of no where about twenty feet in front of them. Fenrir stepped back quickly, forcing the teenager to move back with him, and continued to stare ahead, a low growl rumbling deep within his chest.

"Can we go around them?" Harry whispered, very aware that it would be all too easy to be over-heard.

"Not without adding a stupid amount of extra time onto the journey." Fenrir grunted before there was silence. After a moment, the man pulled his arm out of Harry's grip before using it to give the boy a firm push on the chest which forced him off balance and sent him tumbling into the bush behind. "Stay there." The Alpha grunted.

"But Fenrir..." Harry tried to protest as he attempted to struggle up from inside the plant.

"Shut up." Fenrir ordered dangerously before stalking away without further word.

Finally managing to right himself, Harry watched with great concern as his Alpha approached the five cloaked figures. Fenrir couldn't fight off more than two or three wizards at once, he had said so himself. If the Death Eaters attacked, would the man be able to defeat them? Would he even be able to get away? The teenager felt his stomach turned into a lead weight. So much possible danger and he was forced to hide in the bushes and watch!

He couldn't hear what was being said across the distance between himself and the group up ahead and his poor eyesight meant that it was impossible to make out any real details (though with Fenrir's back towards him and with the Death Eaters all wearing masks, there wasn't much to see anyway). Enough was clear to tell him when something happened though, especially when it involved a strange shot of red light which Fenrir dodged out of the path of. More lights of various colours (though the majority were still red) began to fly around then what was obviously a fight had officialy begun.

Despite the order to stay where he had been put, Harry started to quickly inch away from the bush, out towards where the action was going on. He wasn't going to sit by while Fenrir was attacked, even if that was what the Alpha had told him to do. True, the teenager wasn't completely sure of what use he could be but he was fairly confident that he could at least look after himself. Fenrir seemed to be managing to avoid the coloured lights and Harry was faster than the adult when in human form.

When one of the red lights suddenly hit Fenrir and he went crashing to the ground before ceasing all movement, Harry immediately feared the worst. He stalled where he was and ducked down slightly so his form was obscured by the long grass. Although he was still too far away to see anything, he was close enough to easily hear what was being said.

"Right," a commanding male voice spoke. "Now we've got Greyback under control, we need to track down this little mate of his so he's got an insentive to work."

Harry silently thanked every lucky star he knew of when he heard that. Fenrir obviously wasn't dead. Perhaps all the Alpha needed was a little time to shake off whatever it was that had taken him down. Harry considered the possibility of leading the Death Eaters away but quickly decided against that; the area was completely unknown to him and with his poor eyesight it would be all too easy to get completely lost and disorientated. His best bet was probably to remain hiding, perhaps inch his way a bit closer to Fenrir so that he was there to help when the Alpha did stir.

Slowly, oh so very slowly, the teenager began to carefully move through the tall grass in a squat, using his hands for balance and trying to make as little noise and grass motion as possible. It was hard to tell exactly where the Death Eaters were positioned and that only made everything even more risky but as long as he took little steps at a time, he could keep track of the sound of his enemies' movements.

Every precaution and careful movement was in vain, however, when his presence was noticed and an alert was spread between the wizards. Harry ranted every swear word he knew silently as he scrambled onto his feet, rising to see one of the Death Eaters was not even a foot away from him. The wizard (or witch) wasn't obviously stronger than Harry and that was enough for the teenager. With an angry cry, he jumped at the Death Eater, tackling the body to the ground and landing with them in a heap on the ground. As they landed, Harry was provided with the perfect oppotunity to grab the enemy's wand and he took advantage of it. He grabbed the length of wood and quickly rolled away before getting on one knee and swiftly snapping the wand over his raised knee. It broke with surprising ease and once he had separated the two halfs he threw them in opposite directions to each other, just in case.

Before Harry could move again, he felt something impact against his back. It didn't hurt and felt like nothing more than a prod from a very large finger but the affect it had on him was immediate and alarming. His body was suddenly frozen, he couldn't move. When he tried to put his hands in front of himself to cushion his landing as he over-balanced and fell forward, nothing happened and his arms remained in the position they had been in when he had felt the prod. He landed uncomfortably on his stomach and his nose got a rather nasty bash, he wanted to grimace in pain but not even his facial muscles were working. His ears were still working though as he heard the familiar war roar of Fenrir and so was reassured that, somehow, his Alpha had recovered and was coming to his rescue.

The frustration of not being able to move made time drag and Harry would've sworn that several minutes passed before he was free again. In fact, no more than a minute and a half passed from when he had first been stunned to when he was freed. As soon as he was able to move, Harry was scrambling up onto his feet, just in time to see Fenrir clamp his jaws down around one of the Death Eaters' wrists. The wizard yelled out in pain and tried to yank his arm away but the werewolf's grip was hard. When Harry saw that the man dropped the wand in his hands, he quickly dashed forward and caught it before it hit the ground. He wasted no time in snapping it over his knee and tossing the two halves to the wind.

After that, luckily, Harry's part in the fight was very minor. Fenrir did all of the attacking and the injuring and, in a couple of cases, the killing, while the teenager held back and concentrated on snapping the wands when they were thrown to him and also trying not to vomit from the ever-increasing stench of blood. When the final Death Eater disappeared with a pop (obviously Fenrir wanted Voldemort to get the message of what had happened otherwise the wizard wouldn't have been allowed to escape) Harry had revelled in the chance of being able to sit and catch his breath, even though there was blood and shattered bodies all around him. However, before he had even had a chance to sit down, the Alpha had grabbed his wrist and began to viciously drag him across the meadow in the direction they had been heading in before the Death Eaters had arrived.

"When we're somewhere secure," Fenrir grunted out breathlessly as he set their fast walking pace. "I'm giving you a smack for disobeying me. Did you even think before you charged in?"

"I hardly charged in," Harry protested, struggling to keep up. "And yes, I did think. I knew there were risks and I knew I'd be disobeying your orders, but I thought the alternative of you getting snatched or killed wouldn't be to your preference."

"I had everything under control."

"Oh yeah, it really looked like it." The teenager grumbled sarcastically.

An angry snarl left Fenrir then as he suddenly stopped, turned around and seized the neck of Harry's robes, hefting the slight form clear off of the ground. "Have you forgotten your place?" He growled dangerously.

"No, of course not, but you can't expect me to just sit back and watch you getting hurt!" Harry insisted as he, unsuccessfully, tried to get his feet back onto solid ground.

The Alpha brought the youth closer, so close that their noses were almost touching. "Your safety is more important than mine."

Harry's struggling ebbed away then and he looked up into Fenrir's eyes, a sort of understanding coming to him. To others, Fenrir Greyback had two moods: angry and slightly less angry. But to Harry, he knew that even when Fenrir was angry (which wasn't all the time) there were variations in anger and variations in the type of anger. The current anger didn't stem from Harry's disobedience (at least not completely), and instead was a result of the Alpha's fear for his mate's safety.

The teenager managed to tilt his head up just enough to press a quick kiss to the tip of Fenrir's nose before he relaxed again and resummed looking straight into the man's eyes. "How safe am I going to be if you're not around to protect me?" He asked reasonably.

Obviously not pleased with that question, Fenrir gave another growl but his next actions contridicted that angry noise as released the collar of the robe only to crush Harry in his arms not a moment later. "You've turned me soft." He grumbled.

"I don't think anyone would describe you as soft." Harry playfully mumbled into the man's chest. "And you may have had your edges ground down a little, but being in love can give you a more intense strength."

"Who says I'm in love?" The werewolf muttered though didn't remove his arms or push the body in his arms away.

Harry gave a light chuckle before he pressed a light kiss to the patch of skin on Fenrir's chest that was right beside his lips. "No one, no one at all."

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"This is it."

Harry didn't pause but did glance down upon hearing those words. What he saw was the end of the grass they had previously been walking on and the beginning of something man-made. His feet were now moving across concrete (or perhaps brick) and laid on top of that was...

"Railway tracks." The teenager murmured. He'd never actually seen them in real life but he recognised them from a tattered old picture book which Dudley had grown tired of.

"This'll lead us to a villiage that's not too far away from Hogwarts." Fenrir grunted by way of explanation.

"Isn't it dangerous? To be so close to them? What if a train comes?"

"The train only opperates at certain times of the year; it won't be running again until around the twelfth full moon. That's when some of the students go home for Christmas."

"Wizards celebrate Christmas?"

"It's an oppotunity to get off school and work and get a lot of stuff while gorging yourself on food; of course they celebrate it."

"How do you know that?"

Fenrir didn't answer immediately and Harry initially thought his question was going to go unanswered. But then, in a low growl, the Alpha gave his answer: "Because I used to be one."

For a moment, Harry was shocked by that answer. But then, when he actually thought about it, he realised that it was obvious. Isaac had been Fenrir's Sire after all. But perhaps the bit that was causing the shock was that Fenrir had once been a wizard. If asked beforehand, Harry would've guessed a Muggle heritage simply because Fenrir had such a hatred for all things that involved magic. Suddenly, the teenager had only one question he wanted to ask; what had happened? Because something very significant must have happened to make Fenrir hate his own heritage with such intensity. A mere glance at the Alpha's expression was enough to tell Harry that, that present moment would not be a good time to ask that question however.

"Will you tell me about it someday?" He asked instead.

"Maybe." Was all Fenrir grunted in reply before they once again fell into silence.

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Once the railway tracks had been found, it took another day or so (including a six hour rest) to reach the station in Hogsmeade. The pair made sure you get away from civilisation as quickly as possible in order to avoid people noticing and reacting to Fenrir's presence. If they were going to do this, they didn't need someone calling the Aurors and them arresting the Alpha before they had even reached Hogwarts. When they reached the path to Hogwarts that the student carriages ran, they kept to the far right, making sure they were hidden amongst the trees.

Half an hour later and they were on the out-skirts of the school. The castle was visible on the horizon, the mid-morning sun peeking out just behind it, and that sent a low grumble rumbling through Fenrir. Harry, who was being carried on the man's back because he was so exhausted, lifted his head at the noise. He blinked tiredly as he turned his neck slightly so he could look at his Alpha's face.

"Something wrong?"

"Only unwanted memories." Fenrir grunted. "It won't be long now. You probably won't be able to go to sleep straight away but at least you'll be able to sit down."

"Only if you do too." Harry mumbled, resting his head on the large shoulder once again.

The Alpha only gave a wordless grunt to that.

Natural silence fell over them again as Fenrir continued to trudge along. On his back, Harry dozed as well as he was able to considering the bumpy ride. However, after another fifteen minutes of walking, the teenager was still alert enough to not have to question why Fenrir suddenly stopped walking. He could hear what the Alpha no doubt heard; a single voice and multiple footsteps.

"Should we get to the side to see who it is?" Harry whispered, basically asking if they should hide.

"No point; this is Hogwarts, it won't be anything more threatening than a gaggle of students."

And, as they continued forward and eventually came to a clearing in the trees, Fenrir's words were proved to be correct. Heading towards them were at least twenty young people (though were probably a few years older than Harry) all dressed in a similar fashion, with only the colours varying between them. Leading them was easily the largest, in both height and girth, man that Harry had ever seen and he was at once grateful that Fenrir was between them. All of those in front were obviously surprised to see the two males but there were a few different reactions to Fenrir's blatant nudity. Most of the girls blushed and looked away though a few giggled and stared. The main reaction among the boys was to stare but one or two of them looked away like the girls. It was the huge adult, however, whose reaction was completely different. He seemed horrified by their presence and he immediately went on the defensive.

"Fenrir Greyback! What d'ya think you're doin' 'ere?" He boomed, his accent heavy and his tone of voice angry.

"Here to see Dumbledore." Fenrir said simply.

"'E never said anythin' 'bout expectin' ya."

"He isn't, but I've brought something with me I'm sure he'll be extremely interested in." The Alpha smirked.

"And what might that be?" The huge wizard (at least, Harry assumed the man was a wizard) asked sceptically.

"Harry Potter."

Shocked gasp immediately came from every student before almost frantic whispering filled the air. The adult wizard's eyes were wide and Harry could feel that the man was looking straight at him for the first time. It made him feel incredibly uncomfortable, even more so because his poor eyesight didn't allow him to make out any real detail; he knew the man was looking at him but he wasn't sure in what manner.

Just as Harry was about to bury his face in Fenrir's hair (with a sort of ostorich burying its head in the sand logic), the arms supporting his weight slackened and he knew he was being ordered to get down and stand on his own two feet. Harry did so reluctantly, carefully sliding down Fenrir's back. He didn't remove his hands from his Alpha's person though, not even when his feet were firmly set on the ground. Every fibre of his being was telling him to hide behind his protector but Fenrir obviously had other ideas. The werewolf reached behind to snag a hold of Harry's robe so he could yank him none-too-gently forward, until the teenager was standing just in front of him.

"Lift your fringe." Fenrir ordered gruffly.

Harry did as he was told and brought a hand up to push back the hair that covered his forehead and half of his eyes. He wondered if his scar would even be visible across the distance (he knew that was what Fenrir wanted those in front of them to see). Seconds later, he got his answer as the large stranger gasped loudly as his stare become more one of disbelief, as though Harry were a ghost he had never expected to see.

"Harry..." The wizard said gently as he took several steps forwards, towards him.

The teenager was immediately on guard, his hand dropping from his forehead as he took a step backwards. To his great relief, he felt Fenrir's hand land on his right shoulder just before it pulled him back so the Alpha was once again between Harry and the wizard. Harry discretely brought a hand up to lightly hold onto Fenrir's hip, more because it reassured himself than anything else. He wasn't used to meeting new people and, more often then not, when he did meet new people it never did him any good. Considering the size of the stranger who now seemed so interested in him, Harry was feeling extremely wary.

"So, are you going to take us to Dumbledore or not?" Fenrir demanded, annoyance seeping into his tone

The wizard's gaze finally flickered off of Harry and moved onto the Alpha. He appeared to be disgruntled and in two minds on what to do, but finally came to a decision when he turned to all the younger wizards and witches who was watching silently from behind. "Class is cancelled." He told them all simply, throwing it over his shoulder. When no one moved immediately, he frowned and turned around to look at them all. "Well, go on, off with ya!"

That booming order got all the teenagers moving, though none seemed particularly eager to get away. A few walked off at a steady pace but the majority dawdled, continuously glancing at Harry and Fenrir as they murmured among themselves. Fenrir completely ignored the younger magic folk while Harry glanced at one or two of them briefly with mild curiosity. He'd never met anyone even close to his own age since he had joined Isaac and, despite himself, he had to admit that he was slightly intrigued.

When every student was gone from the area, the adult wizard shrugged off his coat (which was so large that Harry would've been able to use it as a tent) and threw it to Fenrir who caught it easily. "Cover yaself up, Greyback, this is a school after all." The man grumbled.

Fenrir sneered but shook out the massive coat in preparation to wear it anyway. "Pathetic, prudish sensibilities." He muttered as he tied the arms around his waist so that everything from the waist down was hidden but his chest was still completely bare.

Hagrid obviously wasn't pleased with how Fenrir had chosen to cover himself (no doubt he meant for the werewolf to wear the coat and cover everything) but he didn't pass comment. With a last troubled/disgruntled look at the pair, he turned and began to walk away.

Fenrir watched him go for a moment before he brought his right hand up to hold the back of Harry's neck. "Stay close." He murmured in a quiet, low voice, leaning down slightly so that he'd be properly heard.

"Yes, Fenrir." Harry murmured in reply.

Fenrir's hand stayed in its position gripping the back of Harry's neck, more as a gesture of reassurence than to control the teenager's direction. They followed on behind the wizard at a steady pace, moving through the trees and wild plants. The closer they got to Hogwarts itself, the more in awe Harry was of its size and just how many people were around. They passed dozens of students before they even got inside and when they did he was completely taken aback by just how many people there were. And each and every one of them were staring at the two werewolves as though they were the strangest creatures on the planet. After all, neither of them were particularly clean and Fenrir was almost completely naked. To people who were used to civilisation, Harry imagined he and his Alpha looked like wild people. He supposed they were, in a way.

Harry mostly stared down at the ground, a habit he had picked up to prevent stepping on painful things, but he occassionally flickered his eyes up to glance at those around them. Small groups of people seemed to be all over the place and, with his bad eyesight, most of them just sort of blended together in a mass of black robes and various shades of hair. Only when there was a shockingly different colour hair did Harry's eyes catch it, like the several mops of red hair that were dotted about and the head of silver-blond hair that was surrounded by those with darker hair. That caused Harry to actually lift his head to take a better look at the group. He could see just enough to tell that, that particular group of people were all sneering and he and Fenrir. But then, his eyes met with those of the blond and the other's expression immediately changed from sneering to shocked. Harry didn't know why. He didn't really care. He turned away without further thought.

Finally, they left behind the majority of the school's population and entered a corridor which was entirely empty. Two more empty corridors later and they came to a dead-end. For one brief, horrible moment, Harry was afraid they'd allowed themselves to be led into a trap. But then the wizard who was with them spoke two seemingly random words before the statue in front of them started to move. The teenager couldn't stop himself from stepping back unsurely and edging a little closer to Fenrir. The hand on the back of his neck gave a light squeeze, one of reassurance, just as the statue settled down again. Where it had been standing was a spiraling staircase that led up somewhere higher. They were led up those stairs and at the top were greeted by the sight of an old man, dressed in the most horendously coloured robe, waiting for them.

After speaking briefly and quietly to the old man, the giant wizard stood to the side slightly as Fenrir and Harry came to a stop a foot or so in front of the two wizards. The older of the magic folk had an intense stare on the younger of the werewolves who shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

"If I may see your scar for myself." The old man requested gently, making no move to come closer.

Harry nervously brought a hand up to pull up his fringe. He'd barely held it for three seconds before he dropped his hand again and the hair fell back over his forehead. Apparently, it was long enough for the old wizard to get a look of his scar though because he didn't ask to see again. No, his eyes just seemed to grow sad even as his expression showed a sort of relief.

"You must both be very tired. Questions can wait until morning. For now, I'll take you to a place you can rest." He told them gently as he turned and beckoned them to follow him.

Harry couldn't deny the relief he felt at that. He was in no condition to talk right at that moment and neither was Fenrir. Perhaps after a good day's sleep, the massive change to their life would be easier to manage and questions would be easier to answer.

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End of Chapter 8.
And so they arrive at Hogwarts :D
I hope the action scene was all right to read. I'm not great at them, I know that, but I always try my best :) The more I write them, the better I'll get (hopefully) so please suffer through them, it's the only way I'll improve XD

Review replies!

Lady BiPolar
I think it's much more fun to have Harry be somewhat of a challenge to Fenrir. He'll still submit when it matters, but if he thinks he's right about something, he'll fight to get himself heard.

ladyroo88
I'm glad to be different (and I'm glad that's a good thing). There comes to a stage when all stories seem to become the same. I've made it a goal of mine to always try to be as different as possible.

applesauce_N_soysauce
No steamy stuff in this chapter but just you wait until the next one :D

Werewolf Mistress
I hope Harry's reaction was worth the wait :)

celestialuna
As you've just seen, Snape wasn't given the chance to put 2 and 2 together XD I'm sure he would've though, if given the chance.

morganabythesea
Yay! Good to hear everything's still to your liking :)

darkpyroangel06
I didn't know what rimming was until way after I'd started reading fanfiction XD In other words, when I started reading the kinkier stuff lol.
Thankfully, Harry and Fenrir managed to get to safety before anymore nasty Death Eaters cropped up and caused problems. Now they just have to deal with the good guys causing problems (those are just irritations rather than dangers though).

Kyouteki
As you saw in this chapter, Fenrir let's Harry choose. Is it ooc? Not for my Fenrir it isn't XD

I'm off for another two weeks. Catch ya'll again soon, my duckies.

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