The Fallen's Primal Legacy

I have to apologise for this taking so long. Real life has exploded on me and it's a struggle to find time to write. However I am working hard to get these updates to you. I really hope you enjoy this one.

Chapter Seven - Rescue

"You cannot go to Voldemort," Severus said with exasperation when Baine had told his plan of action to his friend. Baine had been in a panic when he had seen the Order of the Phoenix take away his submissive mate and he was determined to get Harry back; however, he knew that he couldn't do that on his own, not when it was more than likely that they had taken the teenager to Azkaban.

"Why not?" Baine challenged as he charged around his home looking for clean robes, knowing that he wouldn't be able to arrive in the presence of his master wearing only trousers. He needed to think rationally, something that he was struggling to do currently.

"It's a suicide mission," Severus said sternly. He felt no guilt in the fact that Harry had been taken away by the Order, he actually thought that it was the best thing that could have happened. With Harry hiding at Leithope Manor they were all at a stalemate in this war and if this was the only way to overcome that, then so be it.

"No it isn't," Baine said confidently. "The Dark Lord won't want Harry hurt once he has all of the facts." On this Baine was sure; he might not have been content serving under Lord Voldemort but there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Harry, his submissive was too rare to let him go without a fight.

"What are you going to do?" Severus demanded, unsure how his usually intelligent friend could be acting with such disregard. He honestly didn't think that the Baine and Potter could love each other after such a short time. "Tell him Potter has part of his soul and advise him to protect the boy? That is ridiculous." Severus honestly couldn't imagine how this would help anything but there was clearly no dissuading his friend from this course of action.

Severus had learnt very early on that Baine was rather stubborn and once he had an idea in his head that was it, there would be nothing that could be said or done to change his mind. The potions master was cursing the day that Baine had met Harry, it should never have happened this way.

"So ridiculous that it might actually work," Baine said, turning to Severus, finally fully dressed and ready to leave. "I can't do nothing," he said with a sigh, realising that he might actually get Severus on his side if he told him everything, even if he didn't want to. He could not easily forget that it had been Severus' fault that Harry had run off and he was sure that the potions master had not done it by accident; however, all Baine could think of was getting his submissive back with him. Once he had Harry back at his side then he would deal with what Severus had done.

"Why not?" Severus demanded. "The Order have him now, he is where he belongs. Perhaps when this war is over then you can have him back but until then…"

"No," Baine said with finality, not having any of it. "He is mine and he will not be used in this war like a puppet on strings, ready to be thrown away the moment that it's over. Besides I don't want him fighting, not if he's…"

"Not if he's what?" Severus asked, his eyes narrowed into a glare at his friend, not liking where this conversation was going. He had a fair idea what Baine was hinting at and he didn't like it one bit.

"With how young he is, with how fertile…"

"Please tell me you were not that stupid," Severus spat in disbelief. It was his worst nightmare confirmed. The last thing that they needed was more Nundu's in the world. They were dangerous creatures and damn near unstoppable when in their animal forms, something the Dark Lord would use to his full advantage if he knew and if Baine went through with his plan then he would no doubt find out too. Severus couldn't see how this wouldn't end in disaster.

"He is my mate," Baine said defensively. He would not have Severus lecture him about this, he and Harry were following their instincts, preserving their species by having cubs, he would not be told that that was wrong.

Furious, Severus knew that he was going to have to salvage this situation as best he could. Baine could not go to Voldemort and profess his love for a teenager that was possibly pregnant, not when that teenager was Harry Potter and their master's most powerful rival. Baine would end up tortured or dead if he did that, they had to spin it in a way that made the idea attractive to the Dark Lord.

"Have you thought any on what you will say?" Severus asked, feeling rather exasperated with his friend at this point, trying to conceal his anger at the possible pregnancy. The whole situation was getting a little out of hand at this point and he felt as if he had to salvage it as best as possible; he could deal with the baby Nundu's if and when they became a certainty, until then he had other things that he had to deal with. "You will need to make it seem like it will benefit only the Dark Lord, otherwise he will not help you."

"What do you suggest I say then?" Baine asked, willing to listen to his friend. Despite his faults, Severus had never lead him wrong before and Baine had to admit that the potions master might have a point this time. Voldemort was not exactly well known for his good temper and kind nature, nor for his sympathy in regards to the plight of others.

"You will need to assure him that Harry is completely under your control, that he is your bitch and nothing else. The Dark Lord will assume that because he can control you then by extension he can control Potter," Severus said, trying to reason with his friend, knowing that the next suggestion was not going to be taken well. "I also suggest you make it known what you are, you can use it to your advantage."

Severus didn't like telling the Dark Lord outright that he had control of a Nundu, however, it was going to come out one way or another, the best they could do was figure out a way to use it to their advantage. Severus didn't want for Voldemort to triumph here, however it seemed that all his efforts were going to be futile if they didn't play this the right way.

"I have spent years concealing what I am from the Dark Lord, always fearing what he might do to me, how he might exploit me if he knew," Baine hissed harshly, not liking what Severus was suggesting. He knew that he was walking a thin line and everything that the potions master was suggesting would ultimately lead to what he had hidden for years being exposed. However, he knew that because of Harry it was likely to all come out anyway but that didn't mean he had to like it.

"It is now well known what Potter is," Severus snapped impatiently, "if you go ahead with your foolish plan then he will find out regardless. It will be better for you to be forthcoming with the information, it may help your cause."

"Fine," Baine snapped unhappily. "I will go the the Dark Lord and do as you suggest; however, you need to make use of your connections in the Order, make sure that they don't hurt him because I swear, if they do, I will tear them limb from limb."

Severus nodded, knowing full well that Baine was not joking about this. It was becoming rather clear to the potions master that his friend had grown to care for Harry more than he would have thought was possible in the short time that they had been together. Also, if Harry truly was pregnant then he felt a little sorry for the sixteen year old, who was probably already locked in a cell in Azkaban.

-x

Alone and cold, Harry sobbed quietly in the little stone room that he had been contained in. He hadn't been there long and the Dementors had not been near him yet but that didn't make him feel any happier. The teenager had curled himself into a ball in the very corner of the room, too scared to move or to make a noise.

Since he had arrived, one hand had been resting on his belly protectively. It was still as flat as ever but he had been feeling a little nauseous the past few days and he was hoping that it meant he and Baine were going to be having cubs. At least that was what he had been hoping before he had ended up in Azkaban.

Harry had not spared much thought to the wizarding prison. Hagrid had been sent here when Harry had been twelve and in his second year of school, he remembered vividly how the half-giant had not wanted to discuss it and now the sixteen year old understood why. There was nothing redeeming about this place, the smell of rot would likely never leave his nostrils, the feeling of utter despair hung depressingly heavy in the air making Harry struggle to breath.

The sound of footsteps caught Harry's attention and he slowed his breathing down even more, preparing himself for what was to come, readying himself to attack and protect himself from the people that had put him here. However, he was taken by surprise when the door to his cell opened revealing Tonks. She was smiling sweetly, her hair bubblegum-pink, eyes a soft hazle and in her hands a tray with a steaming mug of tea and the most beautiful looking chicken sandwiches that Harry had ever seen.

She stood in the doorway of the cell alone and looking rather nervous, though to her credit her hands were completely steady as she took a hesitant step towards him. "How are you, Harry?" she asked gently as if speaking to loudly or too harshly would set Harry off into an uncontrollable rage.

Struggling to breath normally, he had been here for a handful of hours now and the impact of the place was getting to him already but he still managed a glare in her direction at the stupid question. "I'm in Azkaban, how do you think I am?" he responded, making no move to come closer to her. He could smell how scared she was and he was curious as to why she was here, he didn't want to scare her away before he found out.

"Sorry," she said, having the decency to look a little ashamed that she had asked such a stupid question. "I brought you something to eat, I thought you might be hungry."

"Five star treatment in Azkaban," Harry said with as much amusement he could muster. "I thought I was a murderer, why do I get such special treatment?" Harry couldn't help but be suspicious of what their plan was, if he knew anything about the Order then it was that they always had an ulterior motive.

"I didn't want them to bring you here," Tonks said with a sigh, placing the tray down in the middle of the room and sitting down, crossing her legs as she did. Harry, however, did not move to join her. "Remus and I think that what happened, it wasn't your fault. He understands what it's like to have something inside of you that you can't control. Mad-Eye thought it was a bad idea to let Remus come here but I managed to convince him that I should be the one to talk to you."

"I know what I've done," Harry said softly, starting to relax a little. Remus might not have been exactly like him but Tonks was right, he would understand what it was like having an animal inside of him more better than anyone else could. "I just don't remember actually doing it," he admitted after a moment of hesitation.

"Remus told me that that was what his first transformation was like," Tonks said with a sad sigh, watching Harry closely as the teenager shuffled a little closer, suspiciously inspecting the tray of food and drink. "We're going to try and get you out of here," she said and to her credit she sounded sincere.

Edging forward so that he was within reaching distance of the tray, though only just, he took a closer look at the sustenance that she offered, still not trusting that Tonks was here to help him. He really wanted to believe that she was and that what she was saying was the truth but Harry's instincts were going wild. He felt hollow, being away from his Pride was putting him on edge and making him suspicious of everyone and everything around him.

"Do you know what I am?" Harry asked, switching his gaze from the food to the Auror in front of him. He was impressed by the fact that she seemed so calm and in control. Though, just because she didn't show her fear, didn't mean that Harry couldn't smell it leaking from her pores.

"Unfortunately it is common knowledge," Tonks said carefully, making sure to meet Harry's eyes. She didn't want him to know how terrified she was of being alone in the room with him, she needed him to believe that she was confident and felt secure in her abilities to defend herself, though in reality she knew that she stood no chance against a Nundu, not even a sixteen year old one.

"I'm guessing that's why I ended up here," Harry said sadly. He hated that these people, whom he had thought he could trust, had put him here but he did kind of understand why if they knew what he was.

"Some thought that it was best to take precautions," Tonks said, still watching Harry closely. "Harry," she added after a moment of silence, clearly unsure of whether she had the courage to ask this question, "where have you been since you ran away?"

Harry stalled, not sure that he should tell her anything about Baine. He knew what their reactions would be to the fact that he had been living with a known deatheater. If the Order knew that then it would only make the whole situation worse, he was sure. Harry's instinct was to protect his Pride, even if it was only him and Baine right now.

"I don't know," Harry lied, "I just kept going, surviving."

Tonks sighed, knowing that Harry was lying. He had been protected by powerful wards that he had not created himself. He had used no magic at all since leaving Privet Drive, accidental or otherwise, not until last night when they had caught him. Remus was currently looking into any known property in the area that they had found the teenager, wanting to know who had harboured him while he had been on the run.

"You really should eat," she said with a kind smile, watching as Harry tentatively picked up the tea cup. She wanted to hold her breath with anticipation, however, she didn't want to give away her desperation for him to drink it.

Raising the cup to his lips, Harry hesitated. The smell of tea wafted up his nostrils welcomingly, but there was something else, so faint that no human nose would have been able to pick it up. It was almost undetectable even to his more advanced sense of smell but there was no denying that there was some form of potion in the tea. He was no expert, so he couldn't decipher what potion it was but there was no doubt in his mind that they were trying to poison him.

Tensing up, Harry growled, throwing the hot liquid into Tonks face. "Trying to poison me!" he yelled with a vicious growl, scuttling back into his corner, wrapping his arms around himself in defence. Tonks had screamed as the hot liquid had been thrown into her face, still hot enough to hurt her thanks to the warming charms that had been placed on it. She had known that it was a bad idea to put veritasium into the drink but Moody had been insistent.

In the blink of an eye several other people had crowded into the small room. A few took Tonks and lead her out to be treated, three other wizards remained however and they did nothing to ease Harry's tension. The three that had remained were Moody, Shacklebolt and Snape. Only the latter of which was Harry uncertain of. Severus was Baine's friend, it gave him hope that his mate might come for him, but what might happen to him before that scared the teenager.

"Please," Harry pleaded, knowing that it was futile to beg but knowing that he had to try regardless, "let me go, please."

"So you can hurt others?" Moody barked out harshly. "Not a chance Potter."

"I've learnt to control it," Harry insisted. "I can control my transformations I swear it, I won't hurt anyone."

"You might feel differently once you see what you have done," Severus hissed, withdrawing his wand. It was in that moment that Harry realised that despite the potion master's loyalty to Baine, Snape was not there to help him.

Harry recoiled at the man's words, knowing what it meant for him. He didn't want to know what he had done, he didn't want to see the maimed and mangled bodies of his Aunt, Uncle and cousin and especially not of Dumbledore, whom he had actually liked.

"No," Harry said, his voice soft and filled with terror. "Please don't," he pleaded, looking directly at Severus and ignoring all of the others. He cared very little for the other two wizards, who seemed to be there simply to control him and to allow Severus to unlock his memories of what had happened on the night of the 31st July.

"It's for your own good, Potter," Moody growled but his words didn't have any effect on Harry, who would not take his eyes off Severus. He knew that the man had loved his mother and he hoped that by looking at him through her eyes that Severus would feel a small amount of pity. However, it seemed that Snape was beyond that now.

Severus pointed his wand directly at Harry without a flicker of remorse in his beetle black eyes. "Legilimens."

Harry did not have the energy nor the capability to stop the potions master as he invaded his mind. Even if Harry had had his wand with him he still wouldn't have been able to stop Severus, he had never been very good at mind magic. Harry only wished that he had paid more attention on how to fight it as he was taken back to the night that he had murdered four people.

-x

Baine had swallowed his pride and asked Voldemort for help, going about it exactly how Severus has suggested, selling the idea to the Dark Lord as if it would benefit him the most. It had certainly given Voldemort a lot to consider. He had sent Baine away so that he could consider everything and now Baine was waiting on his master's decision.

With every second that passed, Baine was painfully aware that Harry was locked away in Azkaban and there was no telling what was happening to him while he was there. He was almost a nervous wreck when he was summoned back in to see the Dark Lord. It took a lot of composure on Baine's part to stand still in front of his Lord, not moving and patiently waiting for the decision that Voldemort had made.

"You have given me much to think about, Mulciber," the Dark Lord hissed in a low, thoughtful tone. Nagini was curled around the chair in which Voldemort sat, the serpent's head resting on its master's lap. Baine remained silent, knowing that it was not a time for him to speak; he couldn't risk angering the Dark Lord, he needed him to help save Harry. "I will need to see the boy, to assess if you are telling me the truth."

It was more than anything Baine could have hoped for. He nodded in response, wanting to acknowledge what his Lord had said. "My Lord, can I ask that I be one of your chosen servants to retrieve the boy?" Baine asked. "He will panic otherwise and fight against being taken. I will be able to convince him to come easily."

Voldemort pondered this thought for a moment, eyeing Baine with curiosity. He did not believe that Potter was nothing more than a bitch to Mulciber, nor simply a way to gain pups and therefore an heir to his family line. The Dark Lord knew that there was so much more to it but then that was something that he could exploit as well. The idea that Baine could control Potter was an intriguing one; he did not care at all if there was love involved, he thought that that was a bonus as love was such a weakness in men.

"You will take Lucius," Voldemort hissed with approval, knowing that Baine was right; sending him was the easiest way of convincing Potter to come quietly, and he did not want any trouble, at least not yet. "Severus should already be there. I believe the Order of the Phoenix wanted to use mind magic on the boy and show him what he did."

Baine froze at this, knowing that with Harry being the soft and kind-hearted soul that he was, would not take kindly to knowing what he had done during his first transformation. It made Baine even more desperate to get to his young mate and make sure that Harry was alright; the poor boy was likely broken by now and it made his heart lurch painfully to think about it.

"Perhaps if the boy's stomach was not turned by what he did then Potter might even be a useful ally to us. He is a Nundu after all and you have never failed me with your bloodlust, Mulciber," Voldemort said with a satisfied grin on his face. Baine nodded his head in agreement, itching to leave and go to Harry.

"We can only hope, my Lord," Baine replied, knowing full well that he would never permit Harry to become a deatheater, not if there was any other way. Harry was all his, he would not take kindly to another man branding him and besides Harry was not the kind to enjoy the maiming and killing of others, he was no Lord Voldemort that was for sure.

"You may go," Voldemort said dismissively with a wave of his hand. Baine bowed gratefully, keen to go and track down Lucius so that they could make their way to Azkaban and find Harry.

-x

Harry now knew what he had done. Thanks to Severus and his mind magic he had seen the terror on his Aunt's face as she had seen him in his creature form, blood soaking his muzzle, her husband's blood, though she had not known that at the time. He could vividly recall the heat of her blood as it filled his mouth as his jaws had closed around her throat.

In his human form Harry hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, feasting on his relatives had filled his empty belly; however, the fact that he had known exactly how to kill them to ensure that they didn't make a sound worried him. His Aunt had made a soft gurgling noise as she had died, her throat having been torn out.

His cousin had been next, Dudley had been snoring in his bed completely unaware of the fact that he was now an orphan. At this point, Harry's belly had been full and there had been no need to kill his cousin. However, a small part of Harry's human mind had remained and he had remembered all of the torments and bullying and he had wanted to revenge. It made Harry feel a little sick to his stomach to know that he had murdered his cousin in cold blood simply because he had wanted to.

The fact remained though, that he could have lived with it all, killing Vernon, Petunia and even Dudley, they had never been very nice to him, the abuse that he had suffered at the hands of his Aunt, Uncle and cousin had been horrific. What bothered Harry more was that he had killed Dumbledore.

The headmaster had done nothing but be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Harry's hunger had been sated, all he had wanted was to feel safe. Albus had just arrived at the wrong moment, his presence threatening the newly turned Nundu. Harry had acted on instinct, protecting his territory. He had then of course torn him open as a warning to anyone else who would dare enter his territory. It had worked, of course, because when three deatheaters had come for him they had very quickly backed off and left him alone. That was until Baine arrived, something that Severus had seen and the potions master had not stopped there. He had only pulled out of Harry's mind when the memory of Harry and Baine fooling around in the forest had surfaced.

Now they had left him alone. Now Harry knew that he deserved to be in this forsaken place. He knew that it would not be long until the Dementors came to see him. Harry knew how to survive them, Sirius had told him the secret to that, but he wasn't sure that he deserved to be spared from the misery that they would inflict. He had brutally taken the lives of four people, he wanted to feel that to the very depths of his soul because he deserved it.

He was feeling terrible, he hadn't eaten anything since arriving at the wizarding prison and despite that his stomach was churning. He felt as if he needed to be sick, even though he had nothing in his stomach. His temples were throbbing painfully and his eyes were stinging from the many tears that he had shed.

Harry wasn't even sure how much time had passed. He knew that it had been late when he had fled Leithope Manor but he couldn't be sure how much time had passed since then. All he knew was that it felt like an age and all he wanted was to be back with his mate.

-x

"Bloody hell," Ron said in a low shocked tone, mouth agape as he read the letter that Errol had just delivered to him. It was early and the post had only just arrived, only Hermione and Ginny who were sat beside Ron heard his words.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, leaning over Ron's shoulder to see what it was he had received; he just seemed too shocked to say anything. Ginny was looking at her brother with concern, helping herself to toast as Hermione read the letter over Ron's shoulder. "Goodness me," Hermione gasped, going wide eyed at the content of the letter.

"What?" Ginny asked, looking concerned now. She could see that the letter had been written by her father, there was no doubting his scrawl on the parchment.

"They found Harry," Hermione said in utter disbelief. "They've put him in Azkaban." She couldn't believe that the Order had taken such drastic action, she refused to believe that Harry was that much of a threat that he had to be put in that awful place.

"Azkaban?" Ginny said in outrage. "How can they put him in there?!" she demanded, hating the thought of her friend being locked up with dementors. All three of them knew what Harry had done, but none of them thought that he deserved to be there.

"Charged with the murder of three muggles and Albus Dumbledore," Hermione said in disbelief, "that's why he's ended up there and it won't be long until it hits the papers either," she added sadly.

"We can't leave him there," Ron said, finally finding his voice. He hated the idea of his best friend locked away in Azkaban with dementors.

"And we won't," Hermione said with a sigh. She was just as against Harry remaining in Azkaban as Ron and Ginny were, however, there was no way that they could just go off on a whim. Her mind was already spinning, trying to figure out how exactly they could break him out.

-x

Lucius Malfoy wasn't happy about accompanying Mulciber to Azkaban, especially not to rescue the Potter boy. However, his Lord had demanded it of him and he was not one to disobey the Dark Lord. He was even less impressed when he had been told that Mulciber was involved in some form of relationship with the Potter boy.

Since they had left, hopefully to locate Severus along the way to finding Potter, Lucius had not said anything. He was too disgusted to say anything; he didn't care about the fact that Mulciber was a Nundu, though he despised half-breeds, what he hated more was unnatural unions. Although not frowned upon in the wizarding world, to purebloods a relationship between two men was almost unheard of.

Baine cared very little about what Malfoy thought about him, the fact that he was a Nundu and his relationship status with Harry. Rumors and murmuring had spread through the ranks of the deatheaters and now that it was mid-morning, hours after Harry had been taken and they now all knew.

Lucius and Baine apparated into the visitors' entrance way to Azkaban where Severus was waiting for them. The wizarding prison was, unbeknownst to the rest of the wizarding world, completely under Voldemort's control. The Dementors had aligned themselves with the Dark Lord and that meant the three wizards had free reign of the prison.

"Severus," Baine greeted rather coolly. He wasn't overly pleased with his friend right now; nothing that the man had done had been to help him or Harry. It was Severus' fault that Harry had ended up here at all and also that Harry now knew what he had done on the night of his first transformation.

It didn't help matters that Baine was rather on edge; knowing that he was so close to Harry and yet couldn't reach him without Severus' help was the only thing keeping him civil. It took every ounce of his self reserve not to bite the potion master's head off.

"Shall we get this over with?" Lucius suggested, the tension in the room too much for him to be bothered with it. He didn't understand why he had to be here anyway, it was none of his concern what happened to the Potter boy and he certainly didn't like him.

"Indeed," Severus said rather cooly. He did not miss the tone that Baine had used to greet him and he knew that he had not kept his friend in mind when he had made the decisions that he had recently, but this whole situation as bigger than just one person. The potions master as trying to bring this war to an end and if he lost Baine as a friend because of that, then so be it.

"Take me to him," Baine said rather impatiently. He knew that he was better than either of these two men, he could have taken both of them down in a heartbeat, however, that would have been messy and time consuming.

-x

Harry couldn't take any more of the misery, even though he knew that he deserved to feel this pain, it was a struggle to even draw breath. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he had arrived at Azkaban but the horrors of his past were starting to overwhelm him.

Still only dressed in Baine's trousers as he had been the night he had fled Leithope Manor, Harry gingerly began to unbutton them. His only hope of surviving any length of him in this place and keeping his sanity in tact then he was going to have to transform. Harry was amazingly glad that Baine had taught him how to control the transformation otherwise his fear would have taken over any rational thought and the transformation would have taken over long ago.

Forcing his trousers down with shaking hands, Harry felt entirely vulnerable sitting in the corner of his Azkaban cell, completely naked. He moved to his hands and knees, knowing that this position would make it easier. Only then did Harry allow the fear to take over, triggering the transformation, screaming as the Nundu tore through him, coming to the surface.

It felt strangely comforting to be back in his animal form. The confidence that surged through him, his fur acting as a buffer from the misery that was surrounding him. However, the Nundu did not like being caged up and the depression that had been consuming Harry in human form swiftly morphed into anger now that he had transformed into his Nundu.

He still didn't feel right; he was away from his mate. In this form he knew that he was carrying his mate's cubs, he didn't know why but he just did, there was something in the animal part of his brain that was very satisfied about it too. Curling in on himself, making himself as small as possible, Harry cowered in the back corner of his cell, protecting his stomach most of all.

Movement outside of his cell had Harry letting out a low warning growl. He didn't want to hurt anyone else, he was in this form to protect himself and his cubs from the dementors, not to kill anyone else. Whoever was outside didn't seem to care because they were trying to get into of his cell.

-x

"You can't go in there, he's a Nundu, he'll kill you," Severus said sharply, pulling Baine away from the cell door, determined not to just let him charge inside. As much as he and his friend were disagreeing about things right now he didn't want to see Baine become another of Potter's victims.

"I can if I turn too," Baine said with a growl, roughly yanking his arm out of Severus' grip before starting to hastily strip down, keen to be with his mate and make sure that Harry was alright. It took a matter of seconds before Baine was fully undressed and Lucius was looking at him in utter disgust. He didn't appreciate nudity.

"What if you kill us?" Lucius demanded. "Once you turn you'll be just as out of control as Potter." He refused to die in a dingy corridor in Azkaban prison, being mauled to death by a creature that wasn't supposed to exist.

"I've been a Nundu for a long time, Malfoy," Baine snapped, refusing to allow either Severus nor Lucius stop him from going to his mate. "I am not some teenager, I have learnt to control it." This was the only way he was going to be able to get to Harry safely and he cared very little for what these two thought about what he was going to do next.

"We will wait for you," Severus said, not wanting to stick around to see this, motioning for Lucius to follow him away from Baine. Severus had seen Baine and Harry fornicating enough times to last him several lifetimes; he was more than happy to walk away for the moment and let them be.

Baine, however, headed back to Harry's cell, his wand in hand; his heart was hammering in his chest. Part of him wanted to transform now, but he knew he would need his human mind and body to be able to actually get passed the bars holding his mate.

"Harry," Baine said under his breath as he came to stand in front of the cell, feeling the anger of having been separated from his mate all over again as he took in the sight of the the submissive Nundu curled up in the corner.

Baine pulled out his wand and undid the spells on the bars, causing Harry to growl at him warningly. He could tell that Harry wasn't going to attack him, not while he wasn't posing any real threat, and so he quickly discarded the wand back with the clothes he had removed and focused on the anger he had felt at having Harry taken away from him and pushed himself into the transformation.

It was only seconds before he was in his Nundu form and he hurried back to cage, nudging the unlocked bars open with his muzzle. He was rather surprised when Harry gave another warning growl, so hastily Baine went down on to his stomach, wanting to make it clear that he was no threat.

He wasn't sure why Harry was reacting so negatively to him. Even after his first transformation Harry had been relaxed and instantly calmed to his presence. Something wasn't right with his mate and Baine was desperate to find out what. Baine let out a soft whine, edging a little closer, shuffling along the stone floor on his belly.

Another low growl from Harry had Baine freeze, not wanting to antagonize his young mate further. Taking a long inhale of air through his nose, he tried to figure out what was wrong with the teenager and why he was acting this way. Though all he could smell was the decay and rot of the centuries old prison, he couldn't smell Harry at all. He wished that they could talk and work things out rationally but he knew that it just wasn't possible, if he transformed now then Harry would see him as a threat and attack, he had to make the best of the situation they were in.

Realising that if he couldn't smell Harry then Harry probably couldn't smell him either, Baine remained on his belly, a foot away from his mate and gave another small whine. He needed for Harry to come to him, for his mate to realise that he was here to help and not to hurt him.

It took a few minutes before Harry realised that Baine was not going anywhere. He wasn't attacking, he wasn't leaving, he was just laying there. Curious as to what this other Nundu was doing here, Harry looked over to him, wondering if this was his mate. The overwhelming depression and sadness that had encompassed him since he had been here had muddled with his brain. He couldn't smell Baine and he couldn't be sure that this Nundu was his mate or not but to find out one way or another he would have to get closer.

Baine was thrilled when Harry raised his head and looked at him curiously. He remained very still and allowed Harry to edge closer to him, relieved when he began to pick up his young mate's scent. He was very careful not to move as Harry shuffled so that they were nose to nose, staring into one another's eyes.

Harry inhaled deeply, wanting to be sure. He wasn't sure that he could trust his senses after being confined in Azkaban for the many hours that he had. He couldn't imagine being here for any serious length of time, he dreaded to think what would happen to him if he were. Before he started the transformation back into human form he needed to be very sure that this was his mate and he meant no harm to him. There was no way that he could fight off an attacker, he was too small and he wouldn't risk his litter for anything.

The second Baine realised that Harry was starting to turn back to his human form, he too began to change. He didn't want to remain in his Nundu form any longer than necessary right now, they needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. Though it was a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire because he was expected to report with Harry to Voldemort as soon as they were clear of Azkaban.

"I'm so sorry," Harry said the second that he had regained his human voice box. It was his own fault that this had happened, he never should have left the safety of the Leithope Manor and now everyone knew that Harry was alive and that he was a murderer. "I overheard you and Professor Snape talking and I freaked out. I killed Dumbledore, my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin. I didn't know what to think, I just needed to get away from it all, I didn't want to think about it. I'm so sorry."

"Hush," Baine said, grabbing Harry and pulling the teenager towards him. All he wanted to do was hold his mate close and make sure that he was alright, both of them completely naked in the middle of a cell in Azkaban as the younger of the two began to sob hysterically. "I should have told you," Baine said in a hushed whisper, "I shouldn't have tried to shield you from it all."

Harry turned his head into Baine's chest and continued to cry, hating what he had done but feeling comfort in being back in his mate's arms. He didn't know what to think anymore; people he thought he could trust had turned against him and locked him in Azkaban and here he was snuggling with a known deatheater.

Harry's whole world had turned upside down and he didn't know what side he was on in this war anymore, all he did know was that Baine was here and they were going to have a litter of cubs. Nothing else was going to matter to Harry, he didn't want to think about the war or about Voldemort. Nothing else mattered to him other than Baine and their litter of cubs.

Please let me know your thoughts on this chapter. I know it's been a long time coming so I appreciate your patience.