The Wolf and the Sheep

Part 02

A/N: OMG!! I love reviewers, you're all are so nice. I didn't expect to get so many reviews and sorry sorry sorry for taking so long to update, I couldn't seem to get it right. Everything seems really rushed and choppy to me but I couldn't figure out how to fix and I hadn't updated in awhile...

Just a warning, though, there is more angst but I've tapered off on the non-con, it's a slow progression but it is getting better for poor Harry. Have hope and enjoy

It had been only a few days but word of Harry Potters disappearance had spread through the wizarding world like wildfire, igniting a storm that nobody could possibly have anticipated. Rumours ran rampant, sparking terror where before there had been only a restrained fear.

Most everyone was convinced Voldemort had something to do with it. Within the few days Harry had been missing the rate of students being pulled from Hogwarts had more than tripled, Hogsmeade was nearly empty with families to afraid to leave their homes and the Daily Prophet was in good business. But throughout all this panic and chaos Voldemort was strangely silent.

What the wizarding world didn't know was that Voldemort was just as confused as they were, though slightly less panicked.

He had sent Death Eaters all over in search of Harry Potter but despite the best efforts of the greatest Dark Lord of the age and the combined forces of the Order of the Phoenix (though neither knew that the other was looking for the same thing and both sides were convinced the other was to blame) there was no trace of the missing boy.

Nobody would guess that a boy with a curious lightning shaped scar was waking up just a few miles away from both sides, hidden in plain sight.

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When Harry woke he wasn't surprised to find the bed empty. He was surprised by the smell of food on the air, however.

His stomach growled at him. For the days Greyback had been gone he had lived off of the deer meat for as long as he thought was safe and scavenged around for berries and edible plants the rest of the time. Needless to say, the smell of cooking meat instantly roused him.

Harry threw on his new robe, wrapped the fur, which he now considered 'his', around his shoulders to protect against the early morning bite, and stepped outside. His bare feet were chilled but the sight of Greyback frying meat on an open fire and methodically slicing an apple into wedges drove him out of the warm cave.

"You should wait inside, it's too cold out here." Greyback said, looking up into the sky contemplatively. "Winters coming."

Harry settled himself down beside the man, tucking his feet into the fur to keep them warm. "It's gross in there. Don't you ever clean out the bones?" Greyback didn't answer. They sat in silence while Greyback finished cutting the apple, offering it to Harry without a word. He took it gratefully and dug in as something occurred to him. "Where does all this food come from?"

The man's amber eyes drilled into him. "What are you talking about? What have you been eating all this time?"

"Uh, the deer and whatever else I could find," he admitted sheepishly.

Greyback rolled his eyes. "And you're the boy they choose to save them all? There's a hatch beside the cave door, I store all my food and supplies underground so the animals wont get to it." Harry craned his neck to look toward the cave entrance and sure enough, partially obscured by frosted leaves, was a wooden door buried in the ground.

"...Oh."

Shaking his head, Greyback scraped the meat (it was ham this time) into a plate and practically tossed it in Harry's lap. Harry watched him leave, disappearing into the cave before reappearing a second later with another large fur, throwing it carelessly over Harry's head.

Harry wrapped the second fur comfortably around him, looking curiously at the man who was strictly ignoring him in favour of heating a kettle of water. He didn't understand how the big man didn't appear cold in the frigid morning air. He was wearing nothing but a kilt-like cloth wrapped around his hips. Come to think about it, he didn't remember ever seeing the other man covered. When had that started?

"Aren't you cold?"

Greyback glanced back. Harry shuddered at the cold stare and lowered his head. "No, my body temperature stays constant in most weather." He answered shortly, returning his attention to the cooking once more.

They sat in a strangely comfortable silence while Harry pondered the mystery that was Fenrir Greyback. He was confusing to say the least, taking Harry violently one minute and cooking him breakfast the next. Beating him bloody and buying him oddly thoughtful presents.

What was wrong with him? Who cooked for their prisoners or spent loads of money on someone they planned to kill? Greyback had even cleaned up, trimming his hair and beard down to something that looked...well, not attractive exactly, but less like a wild man. He supposed it hadn't been for his benefit but to enter the wizarding world unnoticed. Even so, why bother?

Harry scooted forward to better study the man.

He was rough and the years were visible on his face. His nose looked like it had been broken and small scars and deep lines gave him the look of a battle hardened warrior, which probably wasn't far from the truth. Grey streaked brown hair fell carelessly over his shoulders and his once wild beard was trimmed down to a respectable length.

His body was unlike anything Harry had ever seen. He supposed it was because living in a controlled, civilized place like Hogwarts he was used to seeing soft, clean bodies and smooth skin. Fenrir wasn't a part of that world. His body was large and more muscled than anything he had seen, well, except for Hagrid. It, like his face, was riddled with scars, old and new, most small but some looked like they had taken a good chunk of flesh out of the man.

There was one that made Harry cringe, a large mass of scar tissue that spanned most of his left side and curled downwards across his stomach. He shuddered to think of what caused that.

By the time he was finished eating Harry had mapped out every scar on the massive span of Fenrir's back, his shock and pity turning into fascination as his eyes travelled the network of scar tissue until it became a tapestry. A work of art hidden in the raised flesh.

It was a shock when Greyback suddenly turned, grabbing Harry by the throat and pulling him close. "Are you quite done?" He growled softly.

Harry gasped, bringing his hands up to clutch the large wrist. He didn't struggle, partially because he knew it would be useless, and partially because he wasn't so scared anymore. "I wasn't trying to be rude. I've just never seen..." he trailed off as Greyback slowly squeezed his hand, digging his sharp nails into Harry's neck.

"You've never seen what? Never seen scars like mine? Of course you haven't, little boy. What a happy, sheltered life you must have lived." The rough pad of Greybacks thumb skimmed over his neck. "Such soft skin. You've never had to struggle a day in your life, have you?"

"That's not true," Harry whispered, shivering as the man stroked the hollow of his throat.

"Isn't it?" He murmured, pushing Harry down onto the frosty ground and crawling on top of him. Greyback's body was hot despite the cold weather and warmed Harry as he leaned down and pressed his rough lips against the boys petal soft ones.

Harry closed his eyes as Greyback slowly explored his mouth, only barely brushing his lips at first, being oddly gentle. This wasn't like the kiss he had shared with Cho, this was rougher, but at the same time Greyback had an animal passion about him that was impossible to deny. As the kiss deepened Harry found himself bringing his hands up to the man's face, silently encouraging him as he moved into a more comfortable position, settling himself between Harry's spread legs.

They lay for a long while as Greyback explored Harry's mouth, not showing any intention of taking it further. It amazed Harry that not a week before he would have been absolutely repulsed by this man, a werewolf, doing this to him. Well, he thought bitterly, it was better than what he had been forced into these past few days but that didn't explain why he was winding his arms around Greyback's neck and arching himself up into the heated body.

With a sigh Greyback pulled away, kneeling over Harry for a moment, taking in his lost expression at the sudden absence of his body.

Slowly he ran a gentle finger down the boys cheek, marvelling at the soft roundness of it... and for a brief instant he regretted finding the boy in the forest. For taking him away from his easy life and stripping him of what little innocence remained after Voldemort and Dubmbledore had gotten through with him.

He was so small and fragile. To soft for the life Greyback led.

The pity was gone in a flash as he remembered why he was doing this. The boy was a tool, he couldn't afford to become attached, not when so much was at stake.

Greyback grabbed Harry's hair, wrenching the boy up and grinding his lips cruelly against the soft lips, cutting them with his sharp teeth as the boy screamed into his mouth. He didn't let up until Harry had gone limp against him and was sobbing, body strung tight and shaking.

Finally he pulled away and growled into the boy's face, "Don't get comfortable. Never forget why you are here."

Harry whined as his legs were wrenched apart and Greyback forcefully took him, attempting to squash his weakness for the boy with every rough thrust, every cry he wrenched from that torn, bruised mouth. When he finished Harry silently crawled away from the man, limping his way back to the cave. Minutes later the sound of his muffled weeping could be heard.

...The next day Harry woke to find a present laid out for him on the bed. A long winter jacket, gloves, a hat and the finest pair of fur lined boots he had ever seen.

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Severus Snape was an angry bitter man. At the moment he was more angry than bitter. The cause, none other than the bane of his existence: Harry Potter.

In a turn of fate that neither shocked, nor surprised him, the boy had gotten himself lost in the Forbidden Forest and hadn't been heard from in nearly two weeks. What was even less shocking was that he, Severus Snape, in a twist of fate that defied all logic, seemed destined to watch over the scar headed pain-in-the-neck.

Both Dumbledore and Voldemort had ordered him to the task of searching for the boy and bringing him back alive.

It was quite amazing how the two sides could never get along but always seemed to agree on the big issues. It was just Snape's luck that he was caught between the two biggest maniacs of the century.

This was the reason that Snape was currently trekking through the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the afternoon, searching for any sign of the missing boy. He didn't expect much, teams of Aurors had already been over the area with a fine tooth comb; he didn't see what help he could possibly be.

Within minutes he had reached the area Harry's magical signature had been detected. Unfortunately the trail went cold there. The Forbidden Forest was notorious for disrupting magic and even the Ministries finest couldn't break through it so Snape was left with a hard task ahead of him. Tracking the non-magical way.

Did these people even know who he was? He was a bloody Potions Master, that's what. He spent the better part of his time locked away in a dark room hunched over a cauldron. What did he know about tracking? Nothing, that's what!

Snape scanned the area fruitlessly, raising his illuminated wand high.

Merlin, he hated the wilderness.

He wandered the area slowly, taking in the fallen leaves littering the ground, the enormous tree roots, the utter bleakness of the whole situation. Within minutes he was ready to declare the mission a failure and return to the castle...then something caught his eye. So small and barely noticeable, a broken twig on an otherwise whole bush.

Snape knelt down. It was a rough break, as if made by something pushing against it. It could have been made by anything but he had that twitch in his eye that told him Potter was near.

He studied the broken twig and began walking into the direction it looked like it had broken from. He walked slowly and carefully, searching for any trace of the missing boy. It took an hour before he found what he was looking for. Barely noticeable, an area of leaves that had been disturbed and upturned earth.

And there, what he had been looking for...blood.

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It had been three months since that day. Harry stood outside the cave watching the snow fall, bundled up against the chill in the clothes Greyback had bought for him on that day. The pure white of them matched the fluffy snowflakes that continued to cover the ground. Mockingly symbolic.

It was strange that in those short months he had become so accustom to living here with the older man. Harry had even cleaned out the bones from the cave and dusted off the furs, he had turned it into a half decent living place. He still missed Ron and Hermione and Hogwart's but it wasn't nearly as painful as it had been, it wasn't a deep burning ache in his gut any more but it still hurt.

His life now revolved around this small stretch of forest and the cave he now called home...and Greyback. The man was his only form of human contact and yet he barely had five words to say to Harry most days. They still shared a bed though and Harry found that as the weeks passed he began looking forward to night time, for when Greyback would pull him close against his chest and just for a moment he wouldn't feel so alone. But that night was the last time he had taken him and, irony of ironies, he found himself wanting it again.

As much as he had hated and despised Greyback for doing that to him when he actually stopped if felt as if he had abandoned Harry, tossed him aside like so much garbage.

Harry sighed, scuffing his foot against the ground. How pathetic was that?

He looked that the object of his frustration. That irritating man who was sitting in the cave reading a newspaper, looking disgustingly pleased with himself. Probably another article about how the world was going to hell without him. The first time he had seen the Daily Prophet it had had the screaming headline: Harry Potter in League with You-Know-Who?

The Daily Prophet was stirring up more fear and confusion that Voldemort himself could ever have managed alone. If anyone was in league with him it was them.

Normally Harry would have ignored the headlines but he soon realized that once the headlines started to change from speculation to fact is when his time would be drawing close. When they began to report Death Eaters on the streets and rampant kidnappings and murders it would be time for him to die.

He didn't have to worry about that for awhile, though. It was right now he was concerned about and right now he was bored out of his mind.

Harry trudged back into the cave and collapsed on the bed, turning to face Greyback. He continued to stare until Greyback looked up from the paper.

"What?" He asked gruffly.

"Can you take me out?"

Greyback raised an eyebrow, looking arrogantly confused.

"Not on a date. Out of the forest."

"No." Was the immediate reply and he turned back to his paper, ignoring Harry as he crawled off of the bed and moved to kneel beside the bigger man, staring at him for a full three minutes until Greyback snarled, ripping the paper away from his face and growling at Harry. "What is wrong with you?"

"I'm bored. I've been stuck in this stupid forest forever. It's not even an interesting forest!"

"I said no!"

"Please." Harry gave him an overly exaggerated pout, mentally cheering as the man's face began to turn red in anger. He didn't really want to make Greyback angry, he just wanted to get a reaction out of him. Harry couldn't take any more of that bland, expressionless attitude the older man had adopted around him.

"Boy-"

"Pretty please."

"Stop this now!"

"Pretty please with a cherry on top." He topped it off by batting his lashes furiously, barely able to contain his smirk.

"I wont repeat myself!"

Harry didn't know what had come over him but watching Greyback reign in his anger excited him. He wanted to push him over the edge, make the older man notice him. After three months he was desperate to talk, to yell, to fight, anything but that infuriating silence. That guilty tip toeing around he had been doing since that day.

He could see Greyback getting angrier but still he pushed him.

"I'll stop if you say yes."

"Boy, I swear-"

"Call me Harry."

The massive fists clenched and Harry finally tipped him over the edge, leaning up and planting a soft kiss on the furious man's lips.

They both froze in utter shock, Greyback at Harry boldness and Harry at the strange sensations.

That was the first time in Harry's life that he ever enjoyed a kiss and it stunned him. He had been intending it as a mocking peck but found himself lingering, wondering over the strange feeling of those thin chapped lips moving ever so slowly against his own. He actually had butterflies in his stomach.

The moment ended as soon as it began with Greyback tearing him away and throwing the shocked boy to the ground.

"What the hell was that?" Greyback roared, stepping threateningly forward.

Harry scrambled backwards until his back hit the bed. He looked into Greybacks furious amber eyes and felt his stomach flutter and his cheeks turn pink at the sight of the man hovering over him, radiating power without even trying.

It struck Harry like a bolt of lightning hitting him on the head. 'Oh god,' he thought in rising fear, 'I have a crush on Greyback!'

He wasn't sure if it was the expression on his face that gave it away or if Greyback could somehow smell it on him but his eyes widened comically and his face went grey. Without speaking the older man turned and walked away, out into the white snow.

Harry closed his eyes, banging his head against the side of the bed. "What's wrong with you, Harry?"

Of course, nobody answered.

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"Come on, Ron!" Hermione hissed, dragging the reluctant boy along with her.

"Why are we doing this again? You have a death wish, right?"

Hermione gave the redhead an icy glare that immediately silenced him. "I know Professor Snape knows something. The Order's had him searching for Harry and he's been disappearing for weeks, I just know he's found something."

Ron simply fell silent, his brow furrowed in worry. He wanted to hope, to imagine Harry was perfectly fine somewhere and would be coming back soon but it seemed like more of a fantasy every day he stayed gone.

"Do you think he's alive, 'Mione?"

Hermione slowed her ground eating pace but didn't turn. "...Yes...I do. It would make no sense for You-Know-Who to kill him and not say anything, or even for him to kidnap Harry and keep silent. Where ever he is, I know Harry's alive."

"I hope so," Ron whispered.

When they reached Snape's office they both stood outside the door, staring nervously at the black wood. Neither wanted to be the first to knock. If it weren't for Harry they probably wouldn't have had the nerve to bother Snape in the first place.

"Oh, this is ridiculous," Hermione snapped, rapping firmly on the door and taking a step back.

They waited nervously until the sound of muffled footsteps were heard from behind the door. Ron thought it funny how he could tell it was Snape just by the way he walked, but only Snape walked with that distinctive aggressive stride, as if he was out to kill you.

"I don't think this is such a good idea," Ron whispered. "We're not even sure Snape's on our side."

"Quiet," hissed Hermione, "he'll hear you."

A moment later the door was flung open and a dishevelled Snape glared down at them. The two blinked at his appearance. Snape wasn't exactly the most groomed person at Hogwarts but this was bad even for him. His eyes were dulled and tired, his skin deathly white and his usually immaculate robes were wrinkled and stained with dirt and potions.

"Professor! What happened to you?" Gasped the bushy haired girl.

"Well, well, if it isn't the sidekicks. I'm surprised it took you this long to hunt me down." His voice didn't even have the usual bite, he just sounded tired. "Go away, I have nothing to tell you."

Just as he was about to close the door Hemione stuck her foot out, stopping it in it's tracks. "Please, Professor, maybe we can help."

Snape blinked owlishly at her for a moment until, to the surprise of the duo, he turned and waved them in. The two looked at each other before stepping into Snapes private rooms with the air of two condemned souls stepping through the gates of hell.

To their surprise it wasn't the dark, dank dungeon they were expecting. Well, actually it was a dark, dank dungeon but it was done up in such a way that it looked less like Satan's parlour and more like a home. The décor was actually tasteful, in a dark, rigid sort of way. There wasn't much in the way of comfort as all the furniture seemed to be made especially for people like Snape, those with a pole shoved so far up their rear end there was no hope of removal. Despite that, it wasn't bad...just very Snape-ish.

Hermione didn't waste time and almost immediately burst out, "Do you know where Harry is? Please tell us, he's alright isn't he?"

Ron put a hand on her shoulder and she stopped talking, though it was obvious both of them were anxious for any news on their friend. It wasn't reassuring when Snape sat down heavily and shook his head, gesturing for them to sit as well.

"You realize the only reason you both aren't on your way back to your common room is that I am in a very uncomfortable position, as you both well know, and I also know you both can keep your wagging tongues still for the sake of your friend, if nothing else." He gave them a warning look that was formidable despite his unkempt and exhausted appearance.

"Please, sir, I know we can help."

"So you do know where Harry is!" Ron exclaimed hopefully. "Where is he? Dumbledore's got him hiding out somewhere, right? He's fine, isn't he?"

"No, Mr. Weasely, I'm afraid Mr.Potter is anything but fine. Before I begin I must have your assurances that nothing I say will leave this room. You are both aware of the position I find myself in and any unfortunate gossip could prove fatal to both Mr. Potter and myself." He glared at them both until they nodded. "Under normal circumstances I would have sent you two away but things being what they are...you could prove useful."

Hermione was practically bouncing in her seat in impatience. "What do you mean he's anything but fine?"

Snape gave her an irritated look. "You are aware that the last place Potter was seen was the Forbidden Forest. Despite the army of Aurors that have been scouring the place with a fine tooth comb they were unable to find a single trace of the boy so both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord sent me to search for anything that may have been...overlooked." Ron and Hermione leaned forward, bursting with impatience but knowing better than to interrupt. "I found several thing, neither of which gave me any hope for Potters good health. Apparently he had wandered much further from the area he was believed to have disappeared at, I found signs of a struggle deeper into the forest and an alarming amount of blood."

"Oh no," Hermione whispered, clutching Ron's hand in a death grip.

"I brought several samples of the blood back and found not one but two different types of blood. One belonged to Mr. Potter, the other type, I couldn't match it to a single person but the species was very distinct...it was the blood of a werewolf."

The two teenagers were silent, having gone as still as statues while their hands gripped each other until they were white knuckled.

"Something even more disturbing, and in this I must insist you remain calm, irrationality will not help you friend..." he took a deep breath. "I found numerous traces of semen matching that of the same werewolf whose blood was found." He ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I can only assume the worst."

The two teenagers were silent, struck dumb as they put two and two together and realized what Snape was saying.

Ron was first to react. He could feel himself turning red as Snapes words sunk in. His friend, his best friend, was somewhere out there possibly being raped or murdered by a werewolf while he sat there. The thought didn't make him fly into an impassioned rant, or start screaming and yelling, it made him go quiet. He could feel fear slowly twisting his stomach into knots, fear that Harry was dead..fear that he wasn't dead but something much worse. The thought of that small, mop headed shrimp in pain made him queasy.

"Why haven't you found him yet," Ron asked in a voice that startled Snape with it's quiet menace.

He didn't think any Weasely was capable of sounding like that. The boy was obviously in shock, face was as red as his hair and he was shaking with rage. Granger wasn't doing much better, she was pale and her face wet with tears. She hadn't uttered a word. Snape felt almost guilty for telling them but he knew if anyone could find Potter is was these two, much as he would deny it in public.

"Believe me, Weasely, I have tried. If it had happened anywhere else it's quite possible I would have by now but the Forbidden Forest is a law unto itself. Mr. Potter managed to get himself kidnapped in one of the few magical 'dead zones' in Britain."

"Don't you dare blame him," Ron hissed.

Snape sneered. "If I blamed him do you really think I would go through all this effort?"

"Yes," said Hermione softly, "I think you still would."

Damn. That girl was far to perceptive for her own good. Snape scowled and continued on. "As I was saying, it is nearly impossible to track a magical signature from a 'dead zone'. He could go miles before the 'dead zone' tapered off, we don't even have a direction to go by."

"Then how can we help," Hermioned questioned, rubbing her eyes dry and focusing on the task at hand.

"His wand. It was lost in the Forest. I would search for it myself but between classes and my...other obligations, and it would be suspicious if I began disappearing into the forest at all times of the day. As it seems you two have no such problems," he sneered at the two, "I expect the search will go much faster."

"Professor!" Hermione gasped. "Your asking us to break about a hundred school rules, neglect our homework, go behind Dumbledores back and- and..." She seemed so scandalized she could hardly speak.

"To save the life of your friend, Miss. Granger."

Ron gave her a nudge. "C'mon, 'Mione, priorities here. It's not like we haven't broken a rule or two before."

Hermione turned red. "I'm just saying...this is highly unprofessional, Professor."

Snape raised an eyebrow, slightly unnerved at how much this girl resembled McGonagall. Merlin, he prayed he wouldn't have to work alongside her one day, he would never live this down.

Strangely enough, Hermione was, at that exact moment, thinking that if she ever became a Hogwarts professor she would never let Snape live that down.

And Ron, well, he was already imagining what he was going to do when Hermione became a Hogwarts professor...needless to say, it involved some blackmail.

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If Harry had though things had been bad before, he was severely mistaken. Rather than ignore him, Greyback had now taken a far more aggressive approach. Harry couldn't come within ten feet of the volatile werewolf before he was sent running in the other direction, dodging powerful fists that came close to breaking his ribs on more than one occasion.

He was bruised and tired and angry. Mostly he was just lonely. It didn't help that the full moon was in a few days, Greyback always seemed more extreme when the full moon came around, all his reactions and emotions taken to a new level. For the past few days Harry had been the subject of his moon induced rage and had taken to staying away from him entirely. He hadn't been back to the cave in nearly two days and, to be honest, he was missing the older man.

It wasn't a normal lonely. He had begun to realize that as he spent more and more time away from Greyback. His whole body ached with the urge to go back and just be near the man, to breath in his scent and feel his steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry asked himself, pressing his forehead against his knees and trying to ignore the aching in his heart.

Not far away Fenrir was asking himself the same question. He could smell the boys scent all around and it drove him mad. Every instinct was telling him to find the boy, to give into temptation and abandon his quest for revenge. This was absolutely insane. He had already taken the boy, he had ignored him, he had even beaten him simply for coming near but it wouldn't go away. He couldn't let the boy near, not after he had tried to seduce him. This was obviously a plot. He was trying to seduce him into setting him free.

Fenrir scoffed at the idea. He had half a mind to keep the boy, the wizarding world be damned, he would keep him chained to the bed and use him until the fire left those brilliant green eyes.

Almost as soon as the thought struck him he discarded it.

What was wrong with him!? Had the boy truly bewitched him?

Fenrir snarled, driving his fist into the nearest tree, feeling a deep satisfaction at the sound of the bark cracking under his fist. This couldn't continue but it wasn't time yet, the chaos had only begun, he couldn't afford to act to quickly.

At the same time he didn't see how he could continue to live in constant proximity to the boy. One of them had to go if he was to remain focused...but he didn't dare. If the boy managed to escape it would ruin his plans entirely.

Gods above, the boy had him trapped as surely as if their roles were reversed and Fenrir himself was the prisoner. He couldn't kill him, he couldn't leave him, hell, he couldn't even return the brat without facing certain death. All he could do was endure and hope things in the wizarding world went south real fast before the boy did anything else to him.

Fenrir sighed, slumping down against the tree when the sound of a twig snapping drew his attention.

Speak of the devil.

"...Greyback?" Came a soft, timid voice. "Can I come back now?" Harry crept forward, keeping close to the trees. "I'm sorry, alright?"

Fenrir's jaw clenched as the wind turned and the scent of the boy filled his senses. This was dangerous, he wanted to draw the boy close and bury his nose in that mop of hair but he couldn't help but feel as if too much could kill him. He had never been this affected by another's scent and, to be honest, it frightened him. He didn't want to lose himself, he didn't want that tiny slip of a boy to have so much power over him when it should be the other way around.

"I will not be taken in by you!" Fenrir snarled, rising from his position and striding over to where the boy stood, putting on a brave face and trying to appear calm. It's didn't fool him, he could smell the boys fear.

"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded, taking a step back as Fenrir advanced on him.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, boy! Do you think I'm an idiot? That I can't see what you're trying to do?" He continued on until the boy was backed up against a tree. He placed his hands on either side of Harry's head, leaning in close. "You can't do anything to stop my plans. I won't be seduced by you and I will not be swayed from my path, do you hear me! Your spell wont work!"

Harry paused, unsure of how to reply.

His first instinct was to laugh. Greyback thought Harry was trying to seduce him, that was insane all by itself. It wasn't until a split second later that Harry suddenly realized why Greyback had been acting the way he was.

He was afraid.

Slowly Harry's lips began to twitch into a smile and before he knew it he was grinning from ear to ear. Greyback was actually afraid of him. It was funny...but even more than that, it was a realization. Greyback wanted him and it scared the man.

For the first time in days Harry looked into Greybacks eyes without fear. It made sense now, why he had driven Harry away and wouldn't let him come near, why he seemed to be so tortured and always looked at Harry with that hungry expression in his eyes. Greyback thought Harry was doing it on purpose to make his give up his plans and let him go. He had convinced himself it was a spell..a plot against him.

Harry blinked when he realized Gryeback had moved away from him. It took him a second to realize he was still grinning like a cat in a store full of canaries.

"There is something very wrong with you, Potter." Greyback muttered, scowling darkly at the boy.

"No," Harry replied smugly, "not anymore."

Before Greyback had time to properly react Harry had pounced. He stood on the very tips of his toes, wrapping his thin arms around Greybacks neck and pulled him down until their lips met. Harry braced himself, his stomach fluttering wildly in fear. He knew this was what he had to do but at the same time it was impossible to tell how Greyback would react.

It seemed like an eternity before a large hand was placed on his back, drawing him against the bigger man who was suddenly attacking his mouth. Harry tensed in Greybacks arms, willing himself not to panic at the assault. The memory of the rapes was still fresh in his mind and he knew he was taking a huge risk by putting himself at Greybacks mercy but he knew it had to be done.

Maybe Greyback was right, maybe this was a spell.

Harry whimpered as the man bore him to the ground and broke the kiss.

"Greyback," He gasped, flinching as a clawed hand crept between his thighs. "Please, don't do it like that."

"You want it," growled the man, lifting Harrys legs and grinding his hips against the boys bottom.

A trembling hand reached out, pressing softly against Greybacks hard chest. "Not like this." He stared Greyback in the eye's, willing him to stop.

Fenrir slowly released the thin hips. Now he knew this was a curse. If he had been himself nothing could have stopped him from taking the boy as many times as he pleased, as hard as he pleased. A part of him still wanted to but a greater part of him screamed that he would be damned if he tried.

Fenrir sighed heavily, getting to his feet and staring down at the cause of his insanity. Harry was practically beaming at him, Fenrir didn't see much to be happy about but he supposed this must be some sort of victory for the boy. How pathetic was that, the boy was practically glowing, and for what, because Fenrir had refrained from raping him.

A rare feeling of guilt swept over him and he awkwardly turned away.

"You can come back to the cave. I promise I wont lay a hand on you until..."

"Until it's time for me to die," Harry murmured, suddenly looking less than cheerful.

Fenrir felt a weight in his chest. "You know it has to happen," he said as Harry got to his feet and they both started the long walk back to the cave.

Harry hummed an acknowledgement, trotting up to Fenrir. "I knew it was going to happen. I always thought I'd have a bit more time, though...and that it would be Voldemort..." he broke off, looking troubled.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Fenrir all the while fighting the urge to take the boy in his arms, to just hold him, smell him, mark him. He couldn't wait for the full moon, until he was forced to be away from the boy and his intoxicating presence. He didn't think he could leave the boy now, not willingly. He didn't know how he was going to be able to finish the job after all this.

"Greyback? Can I ask you something?" Fenrir nodded shortly. "If I write a letter to Ron and Hermione do you think you could make sure they got it, you know, after every thing's over?"

Fenrir glanced at the troubled boy, refusing to meet his eye's, and once again gave a small nod.

"Thank you." He paused and continued talking, as if needing to explain himself or fill the silence with something other than his own thoughts. Fenrir could understand, and the boys voice was pleasant, he didn't mind. "I just don't want them to be in the dark. They're probably wondering where I am and when...when it happens, well, you know how it is. The papers are probably going to be spreading all sorts of rumours...I just want them to know the truth, that's all."

Fenrir snorted derisively. "You want them to know you spent the last months of your life being raped and tortured, do you?"

Harrys brows furrowed and he scowled darkly. "Why did you have to say that?"

"It's in my nature," he replied without a second thought.

"That's a load of crap. I've seen you, you can be good when you want to. You choose to be an asshole." The boy clenched his fists, face red with anger. "Why now? Of all times why do you have to be like this now? I'm trying to be serious, I'm going to die and I just want my friends to know what really happened and you have to mock me! Why did you even bring that up? Haven't you already done enough to me, do you need to keep reminding me?"

They had stopped walking and were standing face to face. Harry was white with rage and Fenrir was seriously contemplating breaking his promise not to lay a hand on Harry. He knew it was a stupid thing to have mentioned...gods above, why couldn't things be less complicated with the boy?

"Answer me!" Harry screamed. "What haven't you already done to me? You can't take anything more than you already have so why do you have to do this? Just accept it, you've won, you've done what not even Voldemort himself could do so just leave me alone!" He gave a sob, breaking eye contact and seeming to shrink in on himself. "Please, I just want to see my friends."

"You know I can't do that."

"...I'm scared." He admitted softly. "Please, I wont even talk to them, they wont even know I'm there. I-I just want to see them, make sure they're doing alright."

Harry made such a pathetic figure but Fenrir was firm. He couldn't let a few tears sway him. He had to do this. His Pack deserved nothing less than that from him and he wouldn't fail them again. Not even for Harry.

Fenrir firmed himself and said harshly, "If you open your mouth one more time you will see just how much more I can take from you, boy!" Harry began crying, sinking to his knees and pressing his forehead to the mossy ground.

"I don't want to die," he whimpered, almost to softly for Fenrir to hear.

Fenrir sighed, ignoring the way his stomach clenched painfully at the sound of the boys pain.

The full moon couldn't come soon enough.

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By the time the full moon finally arrived Harry had calmed down, quiet but seemingly back to normal for which Fenrir was thankful.

He had left the boy at the cave, asleep, ruffling the sleeping boys mop of hair before taking off into the forest. By the time he had navigated the secret path out and reached the border between the forest and the field the sun was nearly set. He had enough time to watch the brilliant sunset sink into the horizon, leaving behind a clear night sky. Soon he could leave all his problems behind, forget the boy and his obsession with him, forget everything.

Fenrir didn't have to wait long before the change began. The full moon hung in the sky, a great shining circle that immediately set his blood to racing. The Change was on him at once and he welcomed the transformation from man to beast. Bones lengthened, shrunk and grew, muscles twisting and pulling, joints realigning and skin began itching as a thick coat of black fur began sprouting up.

It didn't take long before the man was entirely gone. In his place stood a fully grown alpha wolf, bear like in it enormity but agile and swift. A shiny coat of blue-black fur covered every inch of it's enormous frame, it's amber eyes were sharp and clear, it's tail straight and still.

The Wolf stretched it's muscles, feeling the last of the weariness from the Change seeping away, leaving a wired sense of energy in it's wake. The Wolf wanted to hunt, it could smell prey nearby, a herd of deer with their young and weak, easy prey.

The Wolf bunched it's muscles, preparing to take off when it was suddenly startled by an unfamiliar scent. It was faint but the Wolf could tell it was close, very close and without a second thought it took off, towards the direction of this delicious scent.

Ok, quick question. Does anyone want this to be an MPREG? Depending on how many say yes or no I'll decide on that, so it's up to you...okay, on with the authors note...

A/N: I know, I am PAINFULLY slow in updating. I apologize but between school and real life I'm booked. I'm going to be graduating from college in less than a month and my mother recently discovered she needs a cataract surgery and a whole other host of medical problems. So in between all this I haven't had the time or the inspiration to write more. But I promise I'll try to be quicker, have faith XD

A/N: Ha! I knew something looked wrong with some of those words. I finally switched it from USA spelling to UK, I would have switched it to Canadian spelling but some jerk off made it so the auto spell check doesn't work for that