A/N – An idea appeared in my mind and nagged me long enough to put it onto paper, Harry gets moved into Warhammer 40k universe and gets spotted by the Wolves. What will follow is insane, crazy and generally grimdark with few bright beams of light.

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Ragnar Blackmane looked around the familiar throne room of the House of Belisarius, since the last time he was here not much had changed. His eyes slipped over the faces of the courtiers and relatives of the Celestarch when they were stopped by a small boy hiding behind one of her courtiers. He had pitch black hair, eyes as green as emeralds and a lightning bolt scar marred his forehead. Ragnar chased away thoughts about the boy and focused on the Celestarch. "The mission is done and all of the traitors are dead," he said with a slight bow of his head.

"Thank you, Ragnar Blackmane," she said. "You once again helped my house even if you weren't bound by your oaths."

"We always help our allies when they are in need and our oaths to the Emperor put a lot of weight on helping civilians of the Imperium," Ragnar smoothly replied.

"Indeed," the Celestarch nodded with a smile. "Last time when I was thanking you, you received a blade from me. This time you can ask for whatever you want and it will be given to you."

Ragnar found himself at lack of words for a long time before he finally shook his head and his mind snapped back into action. He glanced to his side at his old mentor and advisor, Wolf Priest Ranek Icewalker and with a couple of quick hand signs exchanged messages. The old Priest looked at him and then slowly nodded at what Ragnar smiled. "Lady Celestarch," Ragnar said slowly, perfectly pronouncing each letter. "I would like to ask for an aspirant." Gasps of shock and surprise rippled across the room at those words. "I'm aware that this thing hadn't happened for a very long time and that my chapter almost always choose its recruits from Fenris. However I and my Wolf Priest agree that you have a person that's worth ascending into our ranks."

For a long moment there was complete silence, so complete that even Ragnar's superhumanly keen senses couldn't pick up any noise that was made by humans. He glanced at his personal guard, ten of them, all clad in Terminator Armor and he could tell they were as surprised as everybody else was. However they hid it much better and simply looked at him, guarding his flanks and ensuring that nothing would happen to him.

"I gave my word that you will receive whatever you ask for and I will upheld it," the Celestarch said. "If you can find one who you think is worthy of joining the Sons of Russ you can take him."

Ragnar smiled and glanced at Ranek. "Do you think about the same one I'm thinking about?"

"Black of hair, green of eyes and a scar that's a mark of greatness?" Ranek asked and added with a chuckle. "Or does my old senses start to fail me."

"They don't fail you, yet, old friend," Ragnar said and looked at the Celestarch. "That's the one we think is worthy of joining us."

She nodded and clapped her hands, twice. "Everybody excluding Harald, leave us," she said and courtiers quickly got out of the room. Leaving just the Space Wolves, her and the boy. Once everybody was outside, she turned to look at the boy. "The choice is yours, I accepted you to my house and gave you everything you need, but I won't make a decision for you."

The boy was silent for a long moment, it was obvious he was thinking deeply, but then he nodded and looked at her. "I wish to join them," he said quietly. "My Lady, I wish to join the Space Wolves," he repeated himself after a moment, loud enough for everybody to hear him."

"Very well," the Celestarch said. "He wants to join you and I won't stop him."

Ragnar nodded and motioned for the boy to walk closer to him, he smiled when he saw the boy move unsure and be a bit afraid of him. Every Space Wolf causes that in humans, they were massive and clad in a full-body power armor. "What's your name, child?" Ragnar asked, kneeling in front of the child and letting him see his face more easily.

"Harald, m'lord," the child said.

"A good name," Ragnar said. "How old are you?"

"Eleven years old."

Ragnar nodded and and straightened himself before placing his hand on child's shoulder. "Come with us and we will make a Space Wolf out of you," he said and glanced at Ranek before changing the language. "I want you to explain everything that can be safely explained to him and find some quarter for him on our ship."

Ranek nodded and Ragnar gently nudged the kid who quickly walked to Ranek who certainly looked less scary and more friendly. As they walked out of the throne room and walked to a Stormwolf that awaited them Ragnar started to feel the headache grow on him. He would need to explain this to the Great Wolf and get the rest of the chapter to behave. He felt as if it was the right time to start using favors he gathered over the years of his service as he had a feeling this child could shake the Imperium and do in the good way and that meant bending the rules a bit, not that many cared about them among the ranks of the Wolves. He felt servomotors of his armor hum quietly as he walked and thought about the future, in the air there was something growing and he couldn't tell what it was.

"Is it wise to take that child?" Hrolf, one of his Wolf Guard asked.

Ragnar looked at him and bared his fangs. "Wyrd of that child is weird and Ranek thinks we should take him, so we will take him."

"The Great Wolf..."

"The Great Wolf is mine problem," Ragnar said roughly. "I will convince him that this one should be admitted into our ranks. I'm a Wolf Lord and I have my authority and autonomy and I didn't break any law."

Guards grumbled, but nodded, yet moments later all of them tensed and reached for their weapons. At the same time Ragnar's nostrils entered scent of a group he hoped to avoid, the Inquisition. His eyes scanned the corridor ahead of them and there he saw it, a petite woman walking towards them, a sword slung over her shoulder and between her breast hanging a symbol of the Inquisition. A stylized letter I with a skull in the middle.

"You have no interest here, Inquisitor," Ragnar snarled as he glanced at Ranek and nodded when he saw his friend move between that boy and this annoyance. "I'm here as I was summoned by the Celestarch and Navis Nobilitae are an independent structure within the Imperium."

Inquisitor smiled and walked closer, Ragnar glared at his guards, he saw them eager to pounce onto her, he wanted to do the same, but he also could tell that she played the game. A game to unsettle and catch him off-guard.

"What is that child hidden behind your Chaplain?" the Inquisitor asked and Ragnar's eyes narrowed. "Your chapter doesn't recruit from this world and seeks aspirants on the Death World of Fenris."

"He is a payment from the Celestarch," Ragnar said, his eyes dangerously narrowed and his fangs revealed in a menacing snarl. "Iquisitor, you hold no authority over me and if we want to avoid spilling your blood in the halls of House Belisarius I suggest that you remove yourself out of my path."

She wavered for a moment and Ragnar could feel that for a moment she considered ignoring him. "The Inquisition will remember," she spat. "And you just made an enemy out of me, Ragnar Blackmane."

"We still remember Armageddon," Ranek coldly said. "We remember it and won't forget that."

Her eyes flew open at those words and looked at Ranek. "What are you talking about, Chaplain? There was no war where your chapter was deployed to Armageddon."

Ranek laughed mirthlessly. "We both know about what war I am talking," he said and she gave him an icy look. "A war when Knights of Titan were deployed to battle Deamon Primarch Angron and you decided to sterilize the whole population of the planet."

"I'll let you pass this time," she finally said. "But don't test the patience of the Inquisition as it is already limited."

Ragnar growled and walked past that Inquisitor, it was when he detected presence of a couple of Acolytes of the Inquisitor and one of them smelled like a psyker. He let out a short growl and quickly walked to the ship waiting for them. He looked in the direction of that boy and smiled in understanding when he saw him openly show fear. Inquisition caused that in everybody that came across them and most usually were just better at hiding that they were rattled.

In his mind he started to recite a litany to the Allfather in an attempt to calm his mind as he could feel those lackeys follow them and attempt to look unseen. He let out a peaceful breath when they finally boarded the Stormwolf and the assault ramp locked behind them, keeping those spies outside. He felt that this thing would haunt him and his chapter for years to come and that was without already bad relations with the Inquisition.

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Torin entered the chambers of the Celestarch and slightly bowed his head in a sign of respect to her. Even if he was one of the Space Wolves, he was also a sworn bodyguard to her house and needed to obey her command. "Did you call me, m'lady?" he asked.

"I did call you," she said and looked at him. "Do you think it is wise to let Harald join your brothers?"

"So he chose to join them?" Torin asked and she briefly nodded. "He doesn't fit here, no matter what we do, he doesn't fit here. Fenris, while it is harsh and unforgiving it might be a better place for him. Even better if he becomes one of them and if Ragnar noticed him, he will end in good hands."

"Why?" the Celestarch asked. "From what I remember all Wolf Lords are the same and they don't have much to say when it comes to recruitment."

"Not quite," Torin said and poured himself a tankard of ale before continuing. "While normally they don't meddle in those affairs, we never truly discarded old organization from the time before the Heresy and each Great Company is like a chapter and their Lords are autonomous and have quite a lot of power. And from what I managed to see the Inquisition already tried to dig its claws into this mess and Ragnar is too stubborn to let it go, or perhaps too prideful. Which one, doesn't matter, he won't let it go and he will hold onto Harald as if his life depended on it and the Great Wolf might interfere. I shouldn't be telling you this, but he ordered expansion of our ranks and for last half of a century we started to recruit as many Aspirants as we could get."

"I see," the Celestarch said and looked at Torin. "Should I send a message to the Fang, on board of our fastest available courier or let them learn of it when Ragnar comes?"

"Normally I would advise against it," Torin said. "But not with those Inquisitors sticking their noses into the whole thing. They might cause problems and a courier ship should be quite a lot faster than Ragnar's fleet, so the Great Wolf should learn before the trouble comes and if the Inquisition comes, there will be a warm greeting for them."

"Do they hate your chapter so much?" the Celestarch asked. "I know that there's bad blood between you and them, but I didn't know it was that bad."

"We still remember that grudge and will for few millenia," Torin said. "Not that they want to forget about it and here is a perfect moment for them to strike. Even if Harald is a worthy candidate and by the Allfather he is, he isn't a Fenrisian and they might use that as a basis to get their hands on him."

"I'll write the message and the next courier ship will leave with it," she said. "And you will guard the Navigator that will pilot the ship. If need be take more of your brothers, but ensure that the message gets there. Also I will write to the Great Wolf a message asking for doubling the amount of the Blades that protect me and my house."

"High Lords won't like it," Torin said quietly. "They already have problems with the presence of those twenty-four Wolves that stay on Terra, now they will dislike us even more."

"Not all of them will dislike it," the Celestarch countered. "I have many favors owed to me and I started to use some of them. Mechanicum and Astra Militarum already accepted this change, while the rest is still considering it."

"That, that can work," Torin said and considered his words for a second. "The only real enemy of this is the Inquisition and even they know that a clash with Mechanicus is never a good thing."

The Celestarch smiled in agreement and Torin realized that all of the recent events were effect of her game. Even that confrontation between Ragnar and the Inquisitor, now it all made perfect sense.

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Harry looked around, confused and amazed at the same time. He didn't know how the hell he landed where he was, but after a year of living among those people he quickly forgot about his dreadful past and now in front of him was something new. Since his arrival he saw and interacted with the Wolves and when that Wolf Lord offered him a chance to become one he jumped up and down in joy. Being one of Angels of Death was a dream of almost any boy from the Empire and the Space Wolves were one of the names said with great respect.

He looked out of a small window placed in the side of the craft in which they were traveling and almost immediately spotted a massive form of a ship that was their target. It was huge and he had troubles believing that it could exist.

"Pride of Russ," the Wolf Priest said and Harry looked at him. "That's how the flagship is called, Ragnar won it during a mutiny in the Imperial Navy, an Overlord-class battlecruiser sided itself with traitors and we boarded the ship, taking it with us and now it serves as Ragnar's flagship."

Harry nodded, his movements struck with awe and respect. His new family was responsible for navigation of Imperium's ships and he heard from some of them how powerful some of the voidships were.

"You will learn of this and many more during the travel to Fenris," Ranek said and added with a thin smile. "As I'm the only Wolf Priest on board of the ship and it is always our duty to educate new members of the chapter, I will teach you things you should know."

"I understand," Harry said with a bow of his head.

"Good, really good," Ranek said and Harry looked at him, feeling change of the mood of the Priest. "If you work you will have less work once we are at the Fang, our fortress-monastery. You are not one of our recruits, so we need to give the same knowledge they have prior to joining the ranks."

Harry nodded and watched as the Stormwolf performed last few maneuvers before entering the bay on board of Ragnar's flagship. He looked at Ranek and when he saw the massive form of the Wolf Priest move from his seat he followed him. They left the gunship following Ragnar and the Wolf Guard that followed their lord like a pack of faithful wolves.

Harry looked at Ranek who just indicated with his head one of the corridors and Harry shrugging followed the Priest down numerous corridors. With each step he felt the air get thick with the smell of wolves and corridors became rich with wolf pelt decorations. They passed many such corridors before Ranek finally stopped in front of a simple door and let Harry catch his breath. Even if the Wolf Priest was walking slowly, it was a slow pace for someone that was eight feet tall, for an eleven years old child that was a jog.

"This will be your room for the journey," Ranek said, pushing door open. "I expect that you will keep it tidy, there are kaerls that man the ship, but it is a responsibility of a warrior to care for their belongings."

Harry let out a small gulp and looked around, it wasn't a small room, it was simple in decor, but not small. In the corner there was a massive bed, designed with a Space Wolf in mind, not a human like him. There was also a chair placed by the bed for him to strap in during entering and leaving the Warp and the last two things that there were was a small bookcase filled with scrolls, with a nearby desk and a large chest for any personal belongings, which he had none.

"I'll send a kaerl with a proper clothing for you," Ranek said and Harry looked at him. "You are an Aspirant or soon be and you need to dress like one. While your clothes are more than adequate, they're not in the colors of the chapter."

Harry let out a pout, but quickly nodded and at it Ranek smiled and left him. He walked to the bed and sat down on it, it wasn't the softest bed on which he sat, but it was still comfortable and after the time he spent those beasts he didn't even considered his family. People that he considered his family belonged to the House of Belisarius, even if they didn't share blood he knew he could trust them and Space Wolves also felt like a group that would easily accept him. Before long he felt the door open and when he looked in its direction he saw a kaerl enter the room holding a small bundle. She bowed to him and straightened before speaking. "Lord Ranek asked me to give those things to you," she said and leaving the bundle quickly retreated.

Harry walked to the bundle and opening it he found several sets of clothes, all of them were matte gray and the shirt sported above the heart a snarling head of a wolf, a sign of the chapter. They were simple, but holding them he could tell that they were practical and comfortable. He quickly discarded his own clothes and dressed into the ones he was given, putting them on he felt that they were light and surprisingly comfortable.

He barely had a chance to get used to those clothes when door yet again opened and this time Ranek stepped through, he looked around and nodded at Harry. "Good that you are ready, we will begin your training immediately."

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A/N – Notes and so on:

The Celestarch – leader of Navis Nobilite house, elected for the post by the Elders of each house.

Wolf Priest – in chapters complying with Codex he would be known as Chaplain, they care for spiritual health of battle-brothers, advise commanders and recruit new Aspirants and oversee them.

Great Wolf – leader of Space Wolves, current holder of this position is Logan Grimnar

Wolf Lords – leaders of Great Companies, Ragnar is the youngest among their ranks and is rumored to be seen as a replacement of Logan if something happened to Logan.

Wolf Guard – bodyguards, hand-picked by the Lord to be his envoys, guards and advisors.

Size of Space Wolves, this thing causes pain and arguments as lore is conflicting and messed up, I decided to choose something that I consider middle ground. Hundred or so battle-brothers wouldn't cause such a panicked reaction whenever Logan gets grumpy and considers splitting some skulls. But the pre-Heresy size of around ten thousand per company is too big as we know that even the Wolves were reduced in numbers, so I decided to go with around five hundred brothers per company, with some being bigger than others.