Silver Howling Moon

Chapter 9: Chasing White Moon

Harry and Fenrir were ungraciously awoken shortly after half-past nine in the morning when Poppy walked in for her annual check-up of Harry's overall health. Staring to the two wolves lying together cozily in the large and very ornate, but comfortable bed. Harry blinked as he made a doggy yawn and then rolled to his side and whined some under his breath at the intrusion.

Fenrir merely nudged his mate to move as he panted in semi-laughter at him. The older wolf knew that Harry should have expected this at some point. Harry whined louder, but slowly sat up and then stretched his canine frame; as Fenrir's nose twitched to the scent of his mate's heat that wafted about from it.

Harry shifted himself then groggily glared at the matron for this; but his glare had no real ire in it. He knew she was trying to do her job and to help him as he'd asked of her. So truthfully, he could not be mad for this, as she was expected to show up.

Poppy had noticed the new coils of magic that surrounded the two as Harry woke up, and then gave him a very stern look, "Harry James Potter, I do believe that I told you not to initiate the mating yet. I know it has been some time since I told you that, but the stresses and the taxations that you put onto your magical core is going to be a very delicate balance, and your core needs time to fully mend."

Harry's green eyes flashed then in agitation and irritance as he growled low now in warning as Fenrir sat up and eyed her with narrow eyes; his growls became protective of Harry, and louder than before with a clear warning to his tone at her.

"Madame Pomfrey, with all due respect..." Harry told her slowly as his voice was thick in tension, "I didn't really have a choice. My Amarok would have forced me to mate with Fenrir in the next few days as it was if I hadn't done so last night. My wolf was nervous that the alpha wasn't going to bond with me, and feeling caged in anxiety with the bond not sealed."

Fenrir then shifted back to his human form; unabashed by the blatant nakedness he had and all of the scars from his fights over the years. Completely ignoring her and her observations to him with Harry. His eyes Poppy noted, however, were clearer now and not mad with rage. Full of clarity and tenderness to her charge.

"Wolfling..." He spoke softly in a soft but gravely tone that was barely awake as he drew Harry back to him, "You and I; we're the two parts of one whole. You are like the Full Moon; wholesome and bright, clear, and you show us all every path for someone lost to find in order to make their way home.

I am more of the opposite; I am like the New Moon. Shrouded in the Darkness of Night; I am used to being alone and solitary. I lead no one back to their homes or to their loved ones; only to continue on my own path as those who travel try to follow and sometimes are lost.

You gave me the sight to see my path more fully; more clearly, and I will not ever turn you away now. I could not, wolfling. Our mating bond is tied and we cannot untie that."

Fenrir leaned to nuzzle him softly as his eyes watched the matron in scrutiny for her reactions; Harry melted to his chest and smiled to him while Poppy showed approval in her eyes then as she came to see the comfort Fenrir offered Harry now.

She then sighed, "I suppose I cannot reprimand you too harshly then, but just remember that your core is healing still and not to put too much stress on it. You are cleared to return to classes today, so--

Harry yipped in alarm and shook as his eyes widened with fear, "I can't go back yet." He told her

Poppy rose a brow, "Why not?" She asked

Harry struggled a moment as Fenrir waited to see if he would have to intervene, but Harry collected himself and eyed her warily, "I can't go back yet because...because my heat started last night and won't be done with it until several days from now."