The Lambs

10. Fight To Kill

February 20th 1999

They were hunting again. Most of the pack had left the clearing, searching for food or something to fight with to pass the moon away. Harry had been left behind with the females with young children. One or two of the men had been left behind as well, just in case. Harry didn't take offence at it, because he knew they used to do that before he had arrived to protect the children, more so than him.

He wondered between the small wolves, the cubs, and he grinned. Occasionally he would reach out and run his fingers over their heads, and pull his hand back when they tried to catch it in their mouth or front paws. Their mothers watched in amusement, their eyes glowing amber, as the human boy always managed to avoid the children.

He was hungry. With a frown, he finally left the children alone and found himself pacing along side the trees to the West; towards Hogwarts.

A silver wolf appeared, the carcass of a deer draped carefully over his back. He lay the animal down in front of Harry and sat back on his haunches. Several other wolves appeared, dragging or carrying food towards their mates and children. Those who were unmated left food in the centre of the clearing, or kept it for themselves. Fenrir nudged Harry with a paw and the boy grinned. He pulled a pocket knife out of his trousers and quickly slit the dead animals stomach open.

When his morning sickness had stopped Fenrir had taught him how to prepare and cook food. He said it would come in handy for the times around the moon where Harry would have to fend for himself, for the most part.

Harry reached into the deer and pulled out a liver. It was raw, but Harry was hungry. He took a bite, then another, and another until it was all gone. Then he reached for something else, over and over, but he saved the heart. The next morning, when Fenrir opened his eyes Harry held out the deer heart he had saved.

"What?" Fenrir said grumpily. Harry had refused to move from the carcass, so Fenrir had ended up sleeping outside, on the cold ground, with his mate instead of in their tent.

Harry was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. One hand was on his hip and his head was tilted to one side. His lips pursed before he smiled, "I want it dipped in chocolate." Fenrir grimaced, his throat swallowing unconsciously as he tried to imagine how disgusting that would taste. "Dark chocolate, Fenrir, and I want honey on it too."

"Where the hell am I meant to get dark chocolate and honey?" He mumbled, sitting up. He rubbed his face, then his chest and stretched.

Harry stood, dropped the heart on Fenrir, and glared with both hands on his hips now. "I am pregnant, damn it. And I'm having cravings, and I want this deer heart dipping in dark chocolate and honey. And I want it now. Do I make myself clear?"

Fenrir just nodded his head slowly, both hands closing over the heart. The men around them all cringed, the women smirked, and Harry continued to stand there tapping his foot impatiently until Fenrir was firmly out of sight.

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February 29th 1999 | Three and a half Months Pregnant

"Look!" Harry screamed. His shirt was pulled up, covering his chest but leaving his stomach bare. "What is it?" His eyes were wide, and Fenrir could see the tears gathering.

Remus held his hand out, and Harry grabbed it quickly, pressing it to his stomach. It was hard; the skin stretched slightly, and there was a very small, hardly noticeable, bump.

"What is it?" The brunette asked again. Fenrir reached forward to feel as well, a worried look on his face. "Is something wrong?" They both turned to look at Remus. Fenrir might have been Alpha to quite a number of pregnant wolves, or human mates, in his time but this was the first child that directly affected him. He had a right to be worried about his cub.