𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

Chapter 12

It was Fenrir Greyback.

"FENNY!!!!!" Harry yelled before launching himself at the werewolf. Fenrir soon found his arms full of Harry Potter in front of his Lord, his Lords husband and his most loyal family. Well, shit.

"Uhh, I can explain!" He managed to get out whilst he had a 16 year old cutting off his oxygen. Harry laughed happily and then pulled back giving Fenrir enough space to breathe again. "Dont worry Fenny. Its okay." He reassured. "You know those muggles I told you about? I asked Severus for help and they saved me! Although that wasn't what I asked for but I'm not complaining."

Fenrir smiled at Harry before looking back towards his Lord. He set Harry down who scampered back to his soulmate and let Draco use him as a pillow. The werewolf smiled at the sight, happy to see Harry finally happy, content and safe. Turning back to face Tom, he was most with a steely glare making him flinch. Harry saw this and cut in fearing for his friends life.

"Okay, Tom. Please. He helped me. Please don't punish him or anything. He was doing what any decent person would do!" Tom didn't say anything, acting as if he hadn't heard Harry. Fenrir swallowed in fear, back stiff with anticipation.

"I remember, very specifically, saying that you were to leave Harry Potter alone. Even if he comes to you for help. Which was unlikely." Tom's voice was as cold as his glare. "Explain yourself."

Fenrir shuffled his feet and sighed looking down at the ground. "It was the first week of July? I think? And, I was in Knockturn Alley looking for some stuff when I was approached by a child. The child was covered foot to head in soot from a fireplace. They had obviously said the wrong word when stepping into the floo." He broke off, looking at Harry asking him how much he wanted to tell them. "You can tell them everything Fenny." Harry's voice soothed his fears.

The werewolf turned back to his Master. "It was Harry but I didn't know that yet. He came up to me, recognising me from the wanted posters..."

.:Flashback:.

Fenrir was looking around Knockturn Alley for some potions ingredients for Severus who was making a fresh batch of wolfsbane and checking on the werewolf packs hidden in the shadows. He had just stepped out of an apothecary when he was approached by a teenager. This teenager had a cloak over their head and was covered in soot.

"Hello Fenrir Greyback. Can you help me please?" The childs voice was unwavering. Fear was not present in their tone, surprising the werewolf.

Fenrir sniffed around him for a minute before pulling back and humming. The hum sounded more like a growl than necessary but oh well. "What do you want." He huffed out, anxious to get home and prepare for the full moon.

"I need to get back to Diagon Alley and go to Gringotts. I, unfortunately misspoke the words when I flooed and ended up in the wrong place. I got lost trying to get out."

"Tell me why you need to go to Gringotts and I will help you. Consider it you're payment to me." Fenrir was always curious. It was a need he couldn't satisfy.

The teenagers head moved inside the hood, making Fenrir assume he was cocking his head and considering the deal.

"Okay..." the boy said hesitantly. "Um, please dont kill me or anything, and especially please don't take me back to your Lord..."

Now this was suspicous. A light supporter? Asking a werewolf, a wanted werewolf, for help? Strange.