I jolt when I hear a shatter, Harry's body covering mine in a second. My head is shoved into his chest and I breathe quickly, his alert high.
"I-I'm coming with you," I whisper, not wanting to be alone.
"Climb onto my back," he says, my body climbing onto him. He walks downstairs and I see a rock on the floor, thrown through the window.
Harry picks it up and I look over his shoulder, the note a threat from my father to stop interfering with his wolves.
"Let me board this up and I'll be in bed with you," he says, kissing my forehead.
"O-Okay," I say, reluctant to leave him. I make my way upstairs and see something at the end of the hallway. I walk over to it and see something on the ground, a small locket resting on the floor. Once I touch it, it burns my skin and I drop it.
It opens when it falls and I see a picture of two people, the man unrecognizable and the woman very familiar. There's a piece of paper crumpled inside and I grab it, opening it up.
Anne, you will always be my love. – Jim
My jaw drops and I throw the locket, not knowing where it goes. The thought that my father had an affair with Harry's mother sickens me. W-What if we're related? What if Harry-
"Mae, you're shaking," Harry whispers, swiftly lifting me into his arms.
"H-He...I-I'm so confused," I stutter, the paper firmly in my hand. My eyes fall on the locket and Harry looks at it, grabbing it but dropping it as I had.
"Fuck," he groans, pushing it open and looking at it.
"That's my mum," he frowns, my hand shakily handing him the piece of paper.
His eyes widen and I curl into him, his hands pulling me into him.
"No," he shakes his head. "He's lying."
He carries me into the bedroom and I curl into his arms, his fingers pressing into my arms with how closely he holds onto me.
"I'll take care of this. We'll talk with my mother in the morning," he whispers, my head nodding. He pulls the covers over us and I nuzzle my head into his neck, his lips kissing my forehead as I fall asleep.
The travel to his mother's house is easily navigated, his head glancing over at me constantly. My paws run through the forest beside him and I know he's close to me for protection.
"Mum, I need to discuss something with you," Harry states, his mother turning to face us at the doorway.
"Okay. What's on your mind?" she asks, Harry dropping the locket onto the table. By the look on her face, she knows exactly what it is.
"Tell me what this is, who it's from, and why it hurts," he states, sitting at the table while she stands frozen.
"I-It's my locket. I lost it when I was younger," she says, my hand resting on Harry's shoulder. He visibly relaxes.
"I received it as a gift...from an old friend of mine," she tries, but Harry is swift to cut her off.
"Who?" he presses, her eyes saddening.
"Harry, it was a long time ago and I was a teenager," she attempt to reason but the intimidating male is ready to rage.
"Who gave this to you?" he grits, my hands moving to his shoulders and I slowly massage to calm him down.
"Jim Reynolds," she almost cries, my hold on Harry not lightening.
"And where was dad in all of this?" he asks, my eyes glancing at his mother.
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Lone Wolf (h.s au)
Fanfiction“She was strange and beautiful and those were human qualities that I had never seen Weaved together before. She became terrifying to me, not because I feared who she was, but for the sake of love, I feared what she could do to me.” – Christopher Poi...
