A New Life, For Better or For Worse

By: Chocola Emo Shizzle

Disclaimer: Not mine. Well, Bella is and anyone else who is not familiar with the Harry Potter-verse.

A/N: SRSLYSORRY. Words cannot express my unhappiness with how late this is and this chapter in general. Basically its just another filler. D: More words to explain at the bottom.

By command of Harry, Fenrir and him took the elevator up to his apartment instead of the long, tedious flight of stairs. When the ping finally came, the younger male was already half-asleep against the other, standing with the help of an arm around his waist. Harry wasn't sure why he was so tired from such an eventful day, but maybe that was it. Maybe he was tired because of this day, which had played so heavily on his nerves. Fenrir, on the other hand, was wide-awake and had been hoping to further their relationship whether by talking with their mouths or their tongues, but then Harry had to go and fall asleep! He couldn't keep the small grin off his face as he hoisted the smaller man into his arms, who let out a feeble protest.

"Oh shut up. Since you're my princess, I think I'm entitled to carrying out like one." He said. Harry muttered something into his chest about not being his. He chuckled in response and walked into the apartment after a tricky maneuver to unlock the door and lock it back behind him. The feat made him rather proud.

He used his foot to shut the door behind him and then dropped the keys on the hook next to the door before heading towards the bedroom. "Hey," he whispered as he shook him a little. "You need to wake up and get ready for bed."

"Dun wanna," he protested sleepily as he snuggled closer. "S'warm."

Fenrir grinned. "Well ain't that sweet princess," he cooed. "But ya still gotta." And with that, he dropped Harry onto the bed. Only thing was that Harry missed said bed and hit the floor. Wonderful. He grinned rather evilly at Harry, who hit with a loud 'thump' and groaned in reply to hitting the floor.

"Owwww." He whined, opening his eyes to glare upwards. "That was mean!" He growled out. Slowly he pushed himself up using the bed. "If you wanted to convince me you could have woken me up a gentler way."

"But it wouldn't have been as funny." Fenrir said with a grin before heading over to his closet. "I put your pack in here when you left." He informed him as he entered it, a large duffel bag came flying out of it a minute later. Harry let out a squeak of horror before diving across the bed, which he didn't make, and catching it. The bed was very large, large enough for about four people. The duffel bag bounced once on the other side of the bed, but came to no harm. Harry let out a relieved sigh. Fenrir laughed from inside the closet. "Did you think I would let it break?"

Harry glared at the closet as he sat up, and tugged the duffel bag over to him. "Did you look into my duffel bag?" He asked accusingly.

"Once." He said truthfully. "But then after my hand touched something cold, I thought to myself I'd prefer to not know if that was a knife. Then I zipped it back up and put it in here. And that's where its been since then."

Harry had no use but to believe him. It wasn't like he could back in time and check. He shrugged. As long as his picture was fine, he was good. He unzipped it, seeing his bundles of money and sugary sweets, but dug past those until he felt something cool touching his fingers. A small smile graced his lips as he pulled it out to gaze at the happy family in the picture. They stayed still, grinning up at him from happier days. He touched the face of his father lightly, wishing once again that he never asked his father to get him a drink. He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. But then he slid the photo frame back into his bag, grabbing some sleeping pants, but one whiff of those told him they were dirty.

"Hey, Fenrir?" He called out. "All my clothes are dirty, could I wash them and use some of your pants to sleep in?"

A moment later and a pair of sleeping pants were thrown onto the bed. "Knock yourself out, princess. I made sure to give you drawstrings 'cause you're so much smaller than me." He laughed as he emerged from the closet. Harry glared at him before scrambling off the bed and entering the bathroom to change.

Fenrir went over to the closed door and knocked twice before calling, "I'm gonna throw your things in the wash. Since the bag's open, its really stinkin' up my room!" Harry's muffled shout became a yelp of pain as he fell over. The business-man burst out into laughter at the curses exploding from the room as he grabbed the bag from his bed and heading out of the room. He entered the utility room and quickly started up the washing machine. The only things he had sent out for cleaning were his rarely used suits. He put everything dark into the washing machine, putting the whites in a small pile on the floor. He left anything that wasn't Harry's clothes in the bag. He didn't go through any of it either. He shook his head slowly. What's wrong with me? He thought to himself as he headed back to his room.

Harry, he discovered, was already in the covers when he entered. In fact the little bugger was already asleep. A smile crept unbidden to his face as he viewed him before going into the bathroom to do his nightly routine and then crawl into bed and sleep. The smile stayed on his lips as they slept, spooning Harry from behind.

Harry let out a loud jaw-popping yawn as he sleepily eyed Fenrir who was walking around the room. He had his head propped up on his hand as his eyes followed the older man. Whenever he walked out of his sight he closed his eyes and dozed, but always rewoke when he heard the man utter a curse. He smacked his lips loudly, trying to gain some wetness in his desert-like mouth to no avail. His eyes slipped lower and lower, his head starting to fall forward, but a loud curse made his eyes jump open and his head snap back. "Why are you awake in this godforsaken hour?" He grumbled loudly as he now glared at the dressed man.

Fenrir could clean up real nice, Harry decided at that moment in time. Usually the man was dressed in expensive clothes like now, but all those other times he was dressed for comfort, not style. But now at five thirty eight in the morning he was dressed in a stylish suit. Fenrir glanced at his companion in the mirror before going back to fixing his tie. "Bella called me, how you slept through that is beyond me." He chuckled as he tugged it straight. "A company I'm wanting to buy has suddenly asked for a meeting and I'm going to meet them for a breakfast meeting. Then I've got a couple more meetings with a few other partners and need to be seen around town donating to random charities and helping little old ladies across the street." He mock sighed. "Such a harsh life I lead." Harry let out a warning growl just moments before he threw a pillow at the back of Fenrir's head as hard as he could.

Which wasn't much to begin with, but a pillow definitely didn't do any harm. Or actually, it wouldn't have if it had connected. But the growl and the mirror combined allowed Fenrir to easily turn around, grab the pillow, and pelt it back. Which smacked into Harry's face. The businessman laughed loudly at the grumbles coming from his companion. "You have free reign of the house Harry," he told him as he walked to his closet, voice growing in sound as he did so. "You can also leave whenever you want. Your clothes are in the dryer. I do expect you to be home before dark tonight and I myself should be home 'round five thirty. Give or take a couple minutes for traffic." He shrugged as he tied his shoes, uncaring that Harry couldn't see the shrug. He walked back out, paused by the bed to ruffle Harry's hair with a grin. "Sleep tight princess," he teased before walking out of the bedroom.

"DON'T CALL ME PRINCESS!" He heard echo behind him as he left the apartment, laughter leaving his lips loudly.

Harry was bored.

Hell, Harry was more than bored! He didn't even know the word that meant more than bored yet he was definitely that word!

After Fenrir had left for work he had slept longer. The bed was still warm and extremely comfortable so that it was easier than baking pie to fall back asleep. He had slept until eleven, then he woke up and as hard as he tried, he couldn't fall back asleep. So Harry took a bath. Now, that was pretty girly, but Harry didn't have to worry about that in an apartment all by himself. He lounged around in the bath for close to a hour, refilling the water so that it was hot for the majority of the time as he did so. Finally once he resembled a prune he drained the tub and rubbed himself dry with a fluffy white towel. The bathroom was amazing. A large clawed tub sat across from the door with a very modernized shower next to it. Two sinks were on the wall adjacent to it with a large mirror above them. The walls were painted a dark blue and the floor was tiled. The toilet was very sleek looking. Everything looked very expensive and Harry had a grand time just fooling around in the tub that was big enough for a couple of people.

He had dumped his towel on the floor, unsure of where it went. There were no hamper as he could see, so he just left it on the floor. It irked him to do so, but whatever. Finally he dressed in warm clothes, relishing in Fenrir's state of the art dryer.

Hell, as Harry discovered, everything was state of the art!

He took a hour to watch the telly, but found nothing of interest. The news was depressing and all that was on were soap operas for middle-aged house wives to fantasive over. He was definitely not married, middle-aged, or a woman so they held no interest for him.

Well, correction. He oogled over the hot gardeners for a minute or so before turning the telly off.

And that's where we find him now. Two in the afternoon and nothing to do. He had explored the apartment already, marvelled at stupid things and muttered unhappily about Fenrir's wealth. He was now splayed out on the couch, mouth hanging open as his stomach rumbled in protest. He was hungry to top it all off.

Hungry and bored, what a wonderful combination.

He scowled and sat up, glaring unhappily around him. "I could leave," he said to himself aloud. He wanted to get rid of the neverending silence around him. "But I have no money for food to spare and don't really feel like giving a bloke a quickie just for a hot dog." He licked his lips before sliding off the sleek black leather couch to pad across the thick carpet to the kitchen to fix himself a glass of water. Or a soda. Whatever would wet his whistle. The kitchen floor was cold against his bare feet, causing him to shiver as he walked to the fridge. He opened it and after a quick look over, pulled out a root beer and popped it open, taking a long, wonderful sip. "Ah. Much better." He could feel his mood picking up as he drank some more of the soda.

He glanced at the door, gnawing on his bottom lip before setting the drink down and walking quickly back into the bedroom. He grabbed his bag and opened it, pulling out a some money slowly. He counted and recounted before taking out some bills and shoving them in his pocket. He would buy something cheap and force Fenrir to either buy him a very good dinner or make it. He smiled to himself, quite proud of the idea. He quickly slipped on socks and shoes before leaving the apartment.

A/N: Uggghhhh. Sorry guys. I had this major writer's block and then Hurricane Ike came around too. Running on a generator right now. Give me sympathy, kay? Also, I love you guys. I won't have any unsigned review answers in this chapter. Thank you all who reviewed though. And if you did have a signed one and I didn't reply, my regrets. I was in a slump and though your review cheered me up, I couldn't reply. Ugh. Also, school's started up. Right now Ike has made it so we don't have school. : Which is nice. I just got a new job also and so I'm clocking the hours there. So don't yell TOO much. : Review lovelies?