Chapter Five: Hunger

Harry awoke with a start, his heart hammered, sweat coated his brow, and his breath was visible in the darkness. Instinctively he wiped the sweat of his forehead, his fingers lingered over where his scar was, but due to his glamour charm in place, it was invisible. He focused on the glamour and strengthened it. The last thing he wanted was a werewolf knowing who he was. Fenrir might not be a Deatheater since he had no darkmark but Harry was still wary and unwilling to risk it.

He took note of the darkness and peaked through the curtains, it was bright outside due to the large glowing moon high in the sky. Panicking Harry held his breath and listened for Fenrir. However, no sound met his ear except for the whistling of the wind outside.

He smacked his lips and grimaced at the horrible taste there. Cautiously Harry shuffled out of the room and into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. As quiet as possible he moved to the living room where he cracked the front door, it squeaked obscenely loud, but Harry poked his head out and looked around. There in the moon light

Harry backed away from the door as quick as his feet would allow. His hands immediately shot out to fumble with the lock on the front door; however, he hesitated and didn't turn the lock he just waited and when nothing happened he stepped away from the door and prepared to shift into his animagus form. He put his glasses away and stripped his cloths off setting them on a table beside the door. He cracked the door, just enough to slip out, this caused Fenrir to howl, the howl was deafening and it shook Harry's entire being. The wolf shifted into a standing position but remained a safe distance from the house.

Swallowing his fear away, Harry focused and cleared his mind. His skin tingled, his bones shifted, his hair prickled and his eyes changed as he shifted into his canine form. He popped his head out the front door and cautiously approached the larger canine. He kept his head down and stomach low to the ground.

The wolf's glowing amber eyes never left the smaller black dog. He sniffed the air and knocked his mate to the ground. A voice in the back of the wolf's head chanted, 'Don't hurt him. He's our mate. He's fragile. He's precious to us. '

As soon as Harry hit the ground, he rolled over on his back, with his stomach exposed and waited. Fenrir pounced and dug his nose roughly into Harry's neck and stomach. He sniffed, ignoring the quite whimpers, until he was satisfied that the smaller wolf was indeed his mate. He could smell the shampoo and the soap Harry had used. It smelt fake and disgusting he wanted to smell just his mate without any harsh chemicals and concentrated scents.

He playfully nipped at his mate's neck, which terrified Harry into total submission. Noticing the change in the smaller wolf, Fenrir backed off with a low whine. He moved away allowing Harry to shakily stand. Fenrir turned and trotted off into the forest, Harry followed hesitantly, he was tempted to turn around and hide in the safety of the cabin but that wasn't the person he was. He refused to hide from his problems.

Fenrir led the boy to a frozen over stream. The wolf rolled around on the ice, and Harry joined him. He didn't know why he was rolling on the ground but he wouldn't dare not follow Fenrir's lead, being ripped to shreds was not appealing. He did want to see his friends again but that absolutely wouldn't happen if he was dead, so he instead resigned his pride and submitted, which was exactly what the wolf wanted. When his fur was cold and wet Harry stopped, he shook tying try to rid himself of the excess water cleaning to his coat and strive of the cold.

Fenrir gave a tentative sniff and deemed his mates scent acceptable, It had an edge of nature combined with Harry's natural musk.

After that, things became less tense. The rest of the night continued uneventful and by the end of it, Harry ended up curled in a ball napping lightly. The wolf curled around the boy in a protective manor and snoozed with him until he could feel the beginning of his transformation back into human form.

The wolf anatomy shifted back into his human body. The transformation was painful, but was far from the worst pain Fenrir had ever felt. It was manageable.

Stark naked Fenrir felt no shame as he lifted his mate, who was still in his animagus form, and carried him back to the house. He set his peacefully slumbering mate on the couch and started work on preparing a stew.

While he cooked, which was not his specialty, his mind was occupied on Harry Potter- his mate. He didn't like the fact his mate was magical. Fenrir loathed magic, wizards were notoriously cruel to his kind. They hunted and killed werewolves without remorse. Just thinking of humans made his skin crawl and his teeth clinched in anger.

He was a loner, a pack complicated things. Things had not always been that way though. When he was a child he had been part of a pack. The alpha was a strong man. He was older, a grandfather looking man. He had saved Fenrir from freezing to dead and accepted him into the pack with out question.

Three years later, they crossed over into British territory and were hunted down by Aurors. Fenrir barley escaped. He was smaller and easily missed.

Fenrir didn't know much about his mate, but just the thought of anyone hurting his mate angered him more than he would like to acknowledge.

Harry Potter, his mate. The notion was difficult for him to wrap his mind around. Once again, he was part of a pack. This time he would protect his pack. It was only him and Harry and that was just perfect for Fenrir.

The pot on the stove hissed startling Fenrir out of his thoughts. He attended to the stew adding some spices and letting it simmer. He was in the middle of stirring the pot when he heard the distinct sound of his mate waking.

First, there was an intake of breath, and then the breathing returned human like. Harry stretched, his bones popped, and a low hiss of presumably pain escaped him. Fenrir silently waited and after several minutes, Harry poked his head into the kitchen.

"'Morning." Harry stifled a yawn.

Fenrir eyed his exhausted mate who was standing uneasily in the kitchen threshold. "Hungry?" He asked giving the pot an unnecessary stir.

Harry's hands went to his stomach and he gave a nod. "You bit me." He said, his voice lacked an accusing tone to it, he was simply stating a fact. Harry's hand moved from his empty stomach down the scar on his right thigh.

Fenrir didn't reply. His eyes sought out the bite mark that he could see peaking out of the bottom of Harry's shorts. Noticing the attention Harry couldn't help but cover the scar with his hand. He didn't like the way Fenrir was looking at it, his eyes were hungry and wild.

Fenrir cupped the boy's cheek, guiding the younger male further into the kitchen, and then backing him up against a wall. "Don't cover it up." Fenrir hand moved from Harry's cheek down to rest on top of his trembling hand. "Not in front of me."

Harry could feel the heat of Fenrir's hand covering his, he could smell the distinct scent of the man, and he could feel the rhythmic breathing on his face. He could also hear the man's heartbeat, which he found extremely strange.

Startled at the new sensation Harry forgot his embarrassment and asked, "Things are much clearer that they were before. I can hear all kinds of things and my vision, it's perfect. I don't understand what is going on."

Fenrir couldn't help but smile at his mate. "They are because of the bond we now share." Fenrir held Harry's hand tightly and he brought it to his lip, Harry held his breath expecting to be bit again, but Fenrir kissed it and lead him gently the kitchen table.

Fenrir scooped some stew into a bowl and presented it to his mate. He wanted his mate happy and comfortable. "Here, eat."

"Thank you." Harry forced down his discomfit and began eating. "This is great." He said between mouthfuls. The stew was somewhat bland and tasteless but he wasn't going to complain, he had survived on less before and he was actually surprised that the werewolf was taking care of him. He was feeding Harry and treating him much better than his Aunt and Uncle did.

Fenrir attention focused on his mate, who was shoveling the stew into his mount completely innocent to the effect it was having on Fenrir. He joined the boy at the table and they eat in silence. Harry too consumed with this thoughts failed to notice the hungry look in Fenrir's eyes.

/F/H/F/H

Sealing the envelope Hermione tied the letter to the impatiently waiting owl. "Take this to Harry, Pig." The owl fluttered his wings and took off.

With a huff, she shut the window, not before hearing an ear-splitting howl that made her shiver. "Poor Remus," She muttered locking the window.

"Hey Hermione!" Ron poked his head in the room frightening Hermione and making her jump.

"Ronald! Don't do that." Hermione gasped.

"'M sorry." Ron grinned sheepishly. "Dinner is ready."

"Alright. I'll be down soon."

Ron shrugged and headed back down stairs eager for dinner.