𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓐 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 [√]

Part Seven

By the time they left the packhouse that night, Fenrir only wanted to sleep. He walked silently through the forest beside Harry.

"When am I going home?" Harry asked.

Fenrir hadn't thought about the younger leaving all day, he had enjoyed his presence. And the thought of him leaving made his wolf whine.

"Maria and Credo, the two who brought you here, are looking for a way to get you back without them. We aren't close to Hogwarts anymore. It's about a week away if we should go on foot. We would appreciate you, but we werewolves don't have a lot of magic. Some do, but most don't. One of our wizarding friends apparated you guys here, from what I heard," Fenrir told him, and Harry hummed in understanding.

"It's OK; I'm sure they can last a few days without me," Harry said, and Fenrir side-eyed him.

"The savior is making them save themselves," he chuckled, and Harry huffed. "What do they really expect you to do? Tom is a powerful dark and Light wizard; Dumbledore can't even beat him," Fenrir said, and Harry frowned.

"I don't know, I was hoping to come up with a plan to win, catch him off guard or something," he and Fenrir hummed.

"And what if that doesn't work? Why do you fight? Have they taught you anything about fighting in a duel or battle? Didn't you want a normal childhood?" Fenrir asked, and Harry sighed sadly.

"I don't know what I would do if it didn't work. I don't know why I fight; I was just told that I had to. That I was the savior of the whole wizarding world. Didn't learn magic until I came to Hogwarts and everything since, that's all I've been doing. Fighting," Harry explained as they entered the yard.

"So they didn't train you when you were young? Taught you how to defend or anything?" The older man asked and Harry shook his head.

"That's one of the reasons we didn't want to be involved," he said, as they entered the house, he made sure to lock the door. "All the untrained, and young people getting killed and injured because of it. And they and their families have to suffer after, and for what because some old wrinkly gnome keeps whispering in the ear of the ministry," He retorted with a huff as he led the way upstairs.

"Anyways, I'm going to shower and watch a movie downstairs if you want to join me," Fenrir suggested before heading to his room.

Harry decides to take a shower, too. He goes to his room, strips, and goes into the shower. He waits until the water temperature is just right before stepping in.

When he stepped out, he realized he didn't have any clothes. Wrapping the towel around his waist and leaving the room. He made his way across the hall to Fenrir's room and knocked. There was shuffling, and the door opened, revealing a shirtless Fenrir.

Harry's eyes fell on the man's chest. He roamed down the man's chest, taking in the lines of muscles and scars that littered it, his six-pack, and the V at the waist of his pants.

Harry could practically feel himself drooling.

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Re-published: April 30, 2024, 8:30 am

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