Harry's found family

Bats and a Wolf

Harry was woken up, to Frenrir growling. Harry hated that sound, it always meant something bad had happened. Still, he opened his eyes, and stood up. His young body, fitting back into his cell with ease. He couldn't risk the guards seeing him out of his cell, even if he was just with Frenrir. Speaking of, he was still growling, and Harry could barely make out the figures of what looks like four men... Harry stood up, and growled as well, it of course was not at all intimidating, but it confused the the men. "Frenrir, are they going to take us away?" Harry asked softly, trying to hide his fear. Frenrir though, could taste his fear, and hated it. Normally he would love this, but his wolf had claimed Harry the second those people threw him in here, Frenrir knew better than to mess with his wolf, and so he accepted the boy. Of course, the boy made it easy, he was already smaller than average, and when his shirt slipped... Frenrir had to fight back the urge to puke. His pup had so many scars that his back was more scar than skin. Some of them were fresh too, which meant that the guards had helped to do some of them. Frenrir shook himself out of those thoughts, "Not if I have a say, Pup. Come back into my cell, and get behind me. I'll protect you." Harry looks at him for a second before nodding and slipping back in. He winces as the metal cuts one of his scars open, but doesn't say anything. Frenrir smells the blood, and pulls him closer. Harry leans into him, looking at the men. Finally one of them speaks. "Are you his father?" Frenrir growls, holding Harry protectively, as Sirius Black starts to cackle, apparently Harry showing up, made him decide that Harry was pure evil, and not worth his love. Thankfully Harry had no memories of him, and so it was easy to just ignore the man. "No, but he is my pup, and if any of you try and take him away, I'll kill you all. Don't think I can't, because I've killed before, and I will be happy to do it again, especially to protect my pup." The men step forward, only one wearing a suit, while the other three were wearing regular clothing. He held out a hand for a handshake, and waited. "I have no intention of hurting him. I wish to adopt him, my sons say I'm a serial adopter, I say I happen to have the resources for adopting children. So, do you agree? He'd be taken to America, and kept safe?" Harry curls into Frenrir, refusing to move, but Frenrir pauses, thinking how it could be good for his pup... "Harry?" Harry looked up at Frenrir, eyes widening as he realizes that he was considering it. "I want to stay with you. I trust you, and I don't want to leave you... you're my family." Frenrir kisses his head, hugging him tight. "I'll be out before you know it, ok? I'll break out if I have to, and after, I'll find you. It'll be alright, Pup, I promise." Harry nods, clinging to him and sobbing. The youngest male steps forward, holding out a hand. "Come on kid, let's go home." Harry glares at him, curling further into Frenrir. "This is my home. It's cold, and dirty, but I have someone who loves me. Someone who I trust. You will never be my family, or my home, because I can't trust you." Frenrir puts a soothing hand on him. "He's allergic to Plums, it's bad enough that he could die. So I'd be careful, also, he hates the cold, and likes to talk to Snakes. Be careful, the demontors gave fed on him enough that he can't quite ever get warm." The men nod, before the youngest pulls him out of the cell. The oldest finally introduces himself. "I'm Bruce Wayne, and these are my sons." Harry stands up and looks at them. "Harry Potter."