Lord of time (chapter 41-107)

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There was always something...beautiful at the sight of Peverell-Slytherin Manor. It always made Fenrir feel nostalgic, which really, was ridiculous, he was never gone for more than a week or two at a time since he was eighteen. At least four times a month he actually stayed over still, normally if there had been a stupid amount of drinking involved. His Dad put his foot down and refused to even contemplate letting him Apparate.

"Fen!" Hadrian said, a wide smile appearing on his face. "Is Dawn not with you?" Dawn and Fenrir had become increasingly close, both werewolves and from pureblood families grunting as he was lifted off his feet and embraced by the werewolf.

"She's collecting the little cubs from the orphanage," Fenrir's soothing rumbling voice spoke. "Might have to stop, she's getting too attached." Chuckling, showcasing he didn't really mean it. Gently lowering his Dad back to his feet, as he nodded at his father.

The land his Dad had given him had turned into a preserve actually. The adults and some of the kids (that had a parent or relative in the group) lived there full-time. The kids at the orphanage only came for the full moon.

He had begun building it with his bare hands and magic, along the way gaining helpers in the form of Beta's. He was now proud to say he had the biggest pack on this side of the world. it was self-sustaining too, they had their own food, created their own woodwork and sold it along with the excess food for coin and bought the rest they couldn't otherwise grow or create. He never had to borrow even a Knut from his parents.

"Oh, well, tell her I'm too young to be a grandfather," Hadrian declared, giving his son a pointed look. "Bad enough I've just been made godfather to Sirius."

Fenrir barked out a sound of amusement, not surprised that Orion had made his Dad godfather. All his Dads friends were in awe of him and respected him. It made sense to him at least, that they would want him to be part of their kid's life. Some of that respect was intermingled with fear though, and Fenrir had grown to appreciate and emulate that in his own dealing with his pack.

Between being raised by Hadrian and Tom...he did both very well, and had naturally found a good balance.

"You eaten?" Hadrian asked, stretching out, "We're just about to have a late dinner..." there would always be more than enough for Fenrir, the House-elves always had what was left over.

"I have time," Fenrir murmured, the scents of home...of family, made him and his wolf purr in satisfaction and happiness. He'd always find time for his Dad and Father. "Is there going to be trouble with Alex and Alexis attending Hogwarts?" and why on earth did people insisting on giving twins similar names? He thought, as they moved towards the dining room out of sheer habit. In the Reserve they ate around a camp fire or tent with a fire pit in the middle, nothing this fancy. He was perfectly adaptable though, going from one side of the society to the other.

"Why would there be?" Hadrian asked, as he scooped up food for Fenrir, filling his plate and handing it over.

Fenrir grinned as he accepted it, man, he loved coming home.

"Has there been any talk about it being a problem?" Hadrian asked, wiping his mouth.

"Not yet, but what happens when Headmaster Dippet retires as Headmaster of Hogwarts? A new Headmaster will need to be picked by the school governors." Fenrir pointed out, "And no offence but he doesn't look like he's got long to go...he was ancient when I was at Hogwarts."

Fenrir had indeed attended Hogwarts School for seven full years. Graduating with consistent high marks - despite every full moon - and with honours. He had been a Prefect and Head Boy during his tenure, and earned all of two detentions during his schooling.