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Anger, pain and sadness.

Those were the three emotions that had been running through Harry, the day Sirius was murdered. Hot, boiling anger had coursed through his veins as he did his best to shoot Bellatrix. Her mad cackles and taunting egged him on, even as Remus tried to calm Harry down while simultaneously fighting off the rest of the wolf pack.

Harry never did manage to kill her, only a small graze on her arm from a bullet.

"Aww, Itty bitty baby Potter. Did you love him?" Bellatrix cooed at him as she expertly dodged his every shot.

Harry would have kept going if it wasn't for the scream of pain from Remus that had him stop dead in his tracks. He forgot all about Bellatrix, too worried and scared that he may lose his other family member in the same day. What he saw still haunted him to this very day.

Fenrir Greyback's sharp teeth had lodged themselves into Remus' left shoulder.

It takes only a few seconds for the bite to become infected and the person bitten begins their transformation from human to wolf. Remus had fallen to the ground clutching his shoulder, his breathing ragged and pained. Bellatrix had cackled madly while Fenrir grinned cruelly, as they watched Remus in pain, before vanishing deep into the woods.

Guilt.

Another emotion Harry had felt that day.

The guilt of Sirius' death along with Remus' newly turned status, weighed heavily on his conscious. If only he was stronger. If only he hadn't been distracted, then Sirius wouldn't of had to cover for him thus paying for Harry's mistake with his life. If only he hadn't let blind rage take over then Remus wouldn't have suffered a wolf bite.

If only...

If only..

If, If, If...

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"CEDRIC!"

Emerald green eyes widened in fear and shock and horror, and Harry couldn't stop the horrible memories of a similar death of his beloved godfather filling his mind. It couldn't happen again. It just couldn't. Cedric was going to die now because he didn't make his relationship with the other Slayer clear before. He should have told him before that there was someone else, instead of Cedric finding out the way he did about Voldemort.

And now it was too late.

His vision became blurry but he wouldn't let any tears fall. Not now.

Harry watched as Voldemort pulled his clawed hand harshly out of Cedric's dying body, making Cedric gurgle in pain, staining his mouth red with blood. Harry whimpered at the sight.

"Why?" He croaked. "Why?"

If only he had done something sooner!

Why wasn't he stronger?!

Voldemort just gazed at him neutrally and Harry had never wanted to hurt someone as bad as he did when his godfather was killed right in front of him.

The silence seemed to stretch too long. Blood rushed in his ears and he couldn't stop staring at sky blue eyes that were slowly losing their light. Worst of all, there was no hate or disgust within those eyes that continued to hold his own.

"Ha...ha...ry.." Cedric gurgled.

Harry crawled towards Cedric's body, completely ignoring Voldemort's growl and glare.

"Shh. Cedric. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Harry whispered desperately.

Cedric blinked slowly as if it pained him to do it. Why weren't those feelings there when they had been present only a few moments before. Why weren't they there? He deserved it. Those blue eyes should be showing hate and disgust at him.

However, there was only acceptance in Cedric's eyes. Acceptance of his death.

It felt like hours before Cedric became nothing but a still warm corpse as the light finally left his eyes.

"Why did you kill him?" Harry asked Voldemort numbly, eyes glassy and wet but he refused to let the tears fall. He couldn't show any weakness, especially now, as Harry was on the verge of breaking.

Harry felt like broken glass, one tiny little push and he would shatter into a million pieces.

And it all depended on Voldemort's answer.

The moments stretched far too long. The woods were much to quiet, not even the chirps from birds could be heard.

Why wasn't Voldemort answering him?!

He had asked - practically begged - Voldemort not to kill Cedric! The wolf was always saying how he would do anything for Harry, but when it really mattered Voldemort couldn't keep his word. Why did he ever think Voldemort was different? He was still a wolf and a cunning and manipulative Alpha and Harry should have known that he couldn't trust for Voldemort to keep his word.

Humans and wolves could never mix.

"Answer me!" Harry yelled when Voldemort still did not answer him.

Harry watched as Voldemort signaled the other wolves to disappear from his sight. They quickly followed the order and when Voldemort deemed them to be alone - minus the cooling corpse - did he move closer to Harry and crouched down so they were nearly eye level.

A bloody clawed hand came and cupped Harry's cheek and he couldn't help but flinch violently. Voldemort frowned and reluctantly removed his hand but continued to keep close contact with Harry.

"He was a threat." the wolf stated calmly.

"What?" Harry asked dumbly, before glaring at the wolf in front of him. "He wasn't a threat! I was telling him I wasn't interested until you decided to bloody show up!"

Voldemort's patience seemed to thin very quickly from Harry's outburst because red eyes flashed and an ugly sneer appeared. "He was a threat to your safety and especially to US. He would have told you're elders about you consorting with a wolf. And not just any wolf but me - Lord Voldemort. You would have been condemned to death faster than you could blink. He was a threat. And I wasn't going to risk it."

Harry didn't want to admit it but Voldemort was right. He knew the laws for anyone known to consort with a wolf, it constantly weighed on his mind.

But Cedric didn't have to die!

"I don't care!" Harry yelled, tears spilling over, punching Voldemort's chest with his clenched fists.

"He didn't need to die! He didn't need to die." Harry screamed.

Voldemort firmly embraced Harry within his arms and ran his non-bloodied hand through soft black locks. The wolf let Harry spill his tears over his fallen comrade. However, Voldemort didn't regret killing the other Slayer. He would do anything to protect their relationship, even against Harry's comrades and family. Harry was His and he wasn't going to risk anything that could destroy what they had.

Voldemort held Harry closer to him, the fear and anger at the thought of finding Harry hurt or dead because of their relationship always weighed heavily on his mind. He was possessive of what he considered his and he would do anything to keep his Darling safe.

Finally, Harry's tears ceased and only dry tear tracks, red eyes showed on his face and dry sobs were the only things heard in the forest. Voldemort gently placed his hands on Harry's face, wiping the dry tear tracks from his cheeks with his bloody hand smearing the partially dry blood on Harry's face. The wolf smiled softly and he couldn't help but think Harry still looked attractive with his tearful face.

"Better?" Voldemort asked softly.

Unfortunately, it seemed Harry had not yet forgiven him because his hands were slapped away and the teen moved quickly away before wiping away the evidence of tears and blood.

The teen managed to compose himself within minutes and now that he had gotten some of his grief off his shoulders, Harry knew that Hermione and Ron would have to be told along with the Slayer's Guild about Cedric's death. The 'how' part was going to be a little difficult because essentially, he was part - a huge part - of the reason for Cedric's death. He may have not pulled the trigger or gotten blood on his hands by Harry still felt like he murdered Cedric.

"I have to go back to the village and let everyone know about Cedric's death." Harry said coldly. "His parents would want to have his body back so they could give him a proper burial."

Voldemort frowned at Harry's cold tone. It had been a while since Harry had spoken to him so distantly and coldly.

After a moment of silence, Voldemort informed, "The wolf pack will no longer terrorize the village. I made sure they would follow my explicit instructions on the matter. And for what you will tell your comrades, tell them that the wolf pack ambushed you and unfortunately, Cedric took a hit for you."

Voldemort liked to think of it as a symbol of his power over the wolves and a small offering to appease Harry.

Harry nodded tersely. "Very well. Goodbye."

Voldemort knew that if he didn't do anything, their relationship would suffer. He stepped closer but a gun was aimed at his heart.

"Don't come any closer." Harry commanded, green eyes frozen and ablaze simultaneously. "Just leave me alone."

Voldemort's frown never left his face but even he knew when to retreat and come back another day. As much as he wanted to hold and comfort his Darling, Harry was not above shooting him. Probably for his newly fallen comrade and all the other countless Slayers he had murdered with his own hands.

The wolf didn't say anything but kept his red eyes locked into green until neither could see each through the tree and shrubbery and shadows.

Harry sighed before bracing himself for the events to come.

So I have finally updated this. Seriously I was having the hardest time with this chapter. But I hope you guys still enjoyed it. Also I'm scrapping the Mpreg idea. The story I still going as planned in case any of you were wondering or worried.

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