So, Advent '10, eh?

Good times, good times.

If anyone hasn't come across an advent story before – basically I write and post a chapter a day up to (and including) Christmas Day. Anyway, so the poll decided that this was going to be a Harry/Savitar fic…yeah, let's see where that turns out. Hopefully, I'll manage to get it to work!

…I should probably sit down to plan where I'm going with it first though…

Anywho! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot line.

Warnings: Dunno. Drunkenness, swearing…maybe some violence…spoilers for Harry Potter (EWE) and…the whole series of Dark Hunters? (I haven't read them all but I will be pulling facts off the internet – so just in case) Oh, and slash. Probably. Actually most definitely – but nothing graphic. You know what – I'll warn you.

Timeline: Um…basically just after Wulf's book – just imagine that nothing happened for the subsequent months until Xmas.

Pairings: Harry/Savitar (maybe others but I dunno yet)

December 1st – 24 days to go

"Now cub, are you sure that you've got everything."

Harry sighed in mock exasperation and dodged Remus' playful swipe at the side of his head. Grinning at Remus he made sure to keep out the way and patted his pockets.

"Yup! Everything I need in handy travel sized…size."

Remus rolled his eyes, his own smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay Harry. You know I just want to check. You've grown up so fast! It amazes me that you haven't already settled down."

Harry groaned and rolled his eyes at his over-protective Godfather.

There had been a few close calls at the final battle. Remus and Tonks had been separated, and both nearly killed. If it hadn't been for Remus' lycanthropic reflexes that allowed him to dodge out of the way and Tonks' Auror training both would have fallen to Death Eater curses.

But by far the closest call had been Fred who had almost been crushed under masonry. A burst of accidental magic from George had pulled his twin from imminent death.

George had been shaken for days afterwards but Fred brought him out of it with constant teasing about how George subconsciously saved him.

Then George got Fred back with the most spectacular prank ever.

He had even dragged Harry in to help plan it and see it to fruition.

Needless to say Harry didn't remember much about that night but he did wake up completely purple with a truck of chocolate outside his flat.

The purple took three weeks before he could spell it off.

He was still trying to make a dent in the chocolate.

The reason for Remus acting over-protective of him was simple. To Harry that is. Nobody else seemed to realise and for that Harry was grateful.

Harry had died.

The bond between pack mates was complicated at best, but the long and short of it was that Remus, as the alpha, was connected to everyone that was pack.

It was apparently a survival instinct to keep them safe. And, at the time, Remus' whole pack consisted of Tonks, Teddy, Sirius and Harry.

So when Harry had died, for those brief moments, the bond had snapped.

Remus had felt it and been inconsolable with grief, fighting like a man possessed on the battlefield.

It had been even worse than when Harry was fifteen and Sirius had been sent through the veil because Harry hadn't been sent into a pocket dimension for half an hour. He had actually, physically died.

So when Harry had turned back up alive the bond had reasserted itself but this time twice as strong.

Remus had awkwardly confessed that Harry had moved up on his protection scale until he was the same level as Teddy.

Harry didn't know whether to be flattered that Remus considered Harry just as important as his son, or annoyed that Remus' wolf saw him as helpless as a newborn baby.

He guessed it was a mixture of both – and he had the strangest feeling that most children felt that way around their parents anyway.

Of course, no one actually knew that Harry had died. They all thought Remus' wolf was acting out because his cub was fighting the most dangerous man on the field one-on-one.

Harry was perfectly happy with this.

But that had been four years ago and now Harry had just turned twenty one and was getting ready to travel the world with the twins.

Officially (and the excuse they had given to Molly Weasley to allow them to go) they were checking out sites to expand WWW.

Unofficially they had realised that with Harry turning twenty one they were now all legal to drink in practically every country in the world. Well, except for certain areas of India and the countries where alcohol was banned.

Strangely enough the research that Fred and George had made had them crossing those places off their site lists anyway.

Harry thought that was a lucky coincidence.

Besides, he was tired of Britain.

After the final battle he found he didn't want to fight, but no other profession held him in its sway.

Harry had briefly considered becoming a professional Quidditch star but somehow the Prophet got hold of the rumour that he was joining the English National squad. There were thirty two locker room break-ins in one day.

Harry had decided against that there and then.

After that he had just stayed at home, trying to avoid the press. He hadn't even been able to distract himself with Ginny because Ginny had moved on when he had been searching for Horcruxes and was now happily engaged to Harry's old roommate, Dean Thomas.

Ron had hit the roof when he had found out.

Harry had just felt a knot in his chest that he hadn't even noticed, release and had genuinely wished them well when Ginny had nervously pulled him aside.

Then he had proceeded to almost laughing himself sick as Dean was descended on by all six of Ginny's brothers, threatening him with death. And in the twins cases – worse than death.

But living at home turned out to be just as boring as it sounded. Harry was frustrated with it all. Sirius and Remus blamed the Marauder blood running through his veins.

After all, it's never as much fun as when you're pulling off a prank…or running for your life. The two were interchangeable sometimes.

So when Fred and George had suggested him coming along with them he had jumped at the chance. After he had made sure that they were only inviting him because he was a silent partner – not because they felt sorry for him.

"Are you sure you've got everything?" Remus double-checked as Sirius walked through the door and started to make a cup of tea for himself. "I don't want you forgetting anything as it's going to be difficult getting hold of you."

Harry groaned and slumped into a seat at the kitchen table. "Yes. And what do you mean 'difficult getting hold of me'? You wouldn't let me go until I swore to check in every day and you've put so many tracking spells on me I can practically feel them."

He looked at Remus blankly. "They feel itchy."

Remus opened his mouth to deny this but Sirius chuckled and clapped a hand on Remus' shoulder, cutting him off. "Come on Moony. The kid knows what he's doing. Besides, you've been checking if he's forgotten anything three days before he started packing!"

Remus nodded. "Yeah," he said, "yeah, you're right."

"Though," Harry mused to himself as he swiped Sirius' tea, "I do feel like I've forgotten something…"

Sirius glared at Harry as Remus started to look panicked once again.

"Do you have any idea what you're missing? It's not your mirror is it? Maybe you should double check that you've got that. How can you call in if you don't have your mirror? Or maybe it's something else!"

"Right," Harry said, sinking low into his seat and taking a gulp of the stolen tea, "he's not ready for jokes yet."

"I hope my tea burns your mouth. You do realise he's going to keep going on now. Even after you've left."

Harry smirked.

"Maybe you should repack everything just to make sure you've got everythi-"

Sirius cut Remus off by clamping his hand over his mouth. Remus kept talking for a moment before he realised and scowled at an unrepentant Sirius.

"What?" Sirius asked, trying to look innocent of any wrongdoing – not an easy task when his hand was still clamped over Remus' mouth. "Oh, ew!" Sirius jerked his hand away and rubbed it on his shirt, "wolf drool!"

Remus looked smug for a moment before a look of disgust settled on his face. "Urgh, your hand tastes disgusting!"

"Guess where my hand's been." Sirius said with a grin.

Harry snorted tea out his nose at the look of horror on Remus' face.

"I…do not want to know…" Remus said faintly.

"Probably a wise idea." Sirius agreed.

Remus was about to say something else but was interrupted by the Floo activating and the twins falling out onto the kitchen floor.

"Hey guys." Harry raised a hand in greeting and finished off the tea.

"Next time-" Fred started.

"-we're not-" George continued.

"-going to come-"

"-through together."

"Probably a good idea." Remus said.

"Fun though!" The both said at the same time.

"Yeah," Sirius agreed, "though I thought that was still illegal."

Harry choked and smacked Sirius backside the head.

"Ow!" Sirius whined clutching the back of his head, "What was that for?"

"Never, ever imply that again." Harry deadpanned.

Sirius raised and eyebrow and smirked, "I meant doubling up in the Floo system, Harry. What did you mean?"

Harry floundered for a moment, blushing bright red, before scowling and smacking Sirius again. "No you didn't."

"Remus!" Sirius yelled, throwing himself on his long-time friend. "Save me from my abusive godson!"

"Actually," Remus said, "I agree with Harry."

"Thank you, Remus." Harry grinned.

"I'm being ganged up on!" Sirius pouted.

Remus and Harry rolled their eyes and turned their attention back to the twins. Which was a lot harder for Remus as Sirius was still, stubbornly clinging to him.

The twins shrugged at them.

"You ready-"

"-to go Harry?"

"Yeah, got everything packed already." Harry said, patting his pocket.

"Wait!" Remus called out, prying Sirius off him and making his way around the kitchen table, dodging Sirius' flying tackle. "Here." He said, holding out a folded bit of paper to Harry.

"What's this?" Harry asked, opening up the note. On it was a list of countries and a name and address for each one.

"I-" Remus started, grimacing, "It's a list of places that you can go to. Neutral places that you'll be safe – if anything happens. Not that I expect anything to happen. Just…" he trailed off, "I don't know all of them, but the ones I do know are all written down there."

"Safe places?" Fred asked.

"Yeah." Remus took a deep breath and shifted uncomfortably. "What you might not realise is that there are other types of were-animals out there."

Harry and the twins looked at in confusion. "There are?" They asked at the same time.

Remus nodded. "Yes, the others…well, they're different."

"How?" Harry asked.

"Well, firstly they're born a were, whilst mine is a curse. This means that they don't change only on a full moon, they can change anytime. Their origin is a bit...convoluted. But it basically comes down to one breed is human who can turn into animal, and the other is animal who can turn human.

"And they do not get along."

"And they have safe places?" George asked.

"Think of it more as neutral ground for them both. And all the other species."

"Wizards could use something like that." Harry said, folding up the paper and shoving it in his pocket.

"Promise me, if you're ever in trouble, go to the nearest one."

Harry grinned and hugged him. "I promise, Remus."

Sirius grabbed him and spun him into another hug, pressing Harry's face against his chest. "Don't forget to have fun!"

"And call!" Remus chipped in worriedly.

"And call." Sirius agreed, ignoring Harry as he flailed in his grip. "And presents."

"Sirius…"

"Can't forget the presents." Sirius carried on oblivious.

"Sirius." Remus cut in.

"Yes?"

"I don't think he can breathe."

Sirius looked down at the twitching Harry and let go. Harry jerked back, looking quite red, and gulped in big lungful's of air.

"Well, now that-"

"-the usual-"

"-murder attempt-"

"-has been made-"

"We should get going." Harry finished off, cutting of the twins who pouted behind him.

"Well, if you're sure…" Remus said worriedly.

"I'm sure." Harry rolled his eyes.

"And you have-"

"Yes!" Harry said in exasperation. "I have everything!"

Remus nodded and smiled a little ruefully, "Sorry, Harry." He said as he hugged him goodbye. "I think I'm still stuck in worried father mode. Have fun."

"No worries, Remus. Look after Tonks and Teddy! And Sirius!"

"Hey!" Sirius said, sounding affronted.

Harry smirked and ducked around the table to dodge Sirius' playful swipe at his head. "See ya!" He called out, just as Fred and George grabbed him and activated the Floo.

Harry's world dissolved into bright green fire and the sickening, swimming sensation of being twirled on the end of a string. He tried to keep his elbows tucked in but with both Fred and George travelling with him at the same time it wasn't easy.

He could hear Fred whooping as they gathered momentum.

Harry just closed his eyes. He knew this wasn't going to end well. He could barely land right when he was by himself. Now that there was three of them and their combined weight was making them travel even faster than normal…

No. This would not end well.

The ministry was bustling when the Floo activated and spat all three of them across the marble floor.

"Oh man!" Fred exclaimed as he levered himself up off the floor, ignoring the alarmed looks their entrance had gathered.

"That was awesome!" George finished, brushing himself down and checking he still had his luggage in his pockets.

Harry groaned and tried to calm his stomach down as he picked himself up off the floor, some twenty feet from the fireplace.

The only thing he was grateful for was the fact that he had had his eyes fixed and so didn't have any glasses to lose. As soon as he had made sure that his trunk was still in his pocket and his wand was still attached to his arm in its holster, he made his way over to Fred and George who were bowing to the crowds that had gathered around them.

"So what's next?" He asked, ignoring the 'It's Harry Potter!' whispers that sprung up immediately.

"Well, we've got an international portkey waiting for us to take us to France." Fred said.

"Yeah, we've just gotta take it and Gabrielle will be waiting for us on the other end." George added, leading them away to where their portkey was waiting.

"Wait, what? Gabrielle?" Harry asked, stunned.

"Yeah," Fred nodded at him, "Fleur told her that we were thinking about stopping over in France so her parents offered their spare bedrooms until we move on."

"Gabrielle is meeting us to take us there." George took over, "Plus, I heard that when Fleur told her that you were coming as well, she damn near deafened her!"

Harry groaned as Fred and George started snickering.

"The Delacour's want to have a meal with us tonight." Fred said.

"We think it's a belated 'Thanks for saving our daughter' meal." George added.

"Or it could be a 'We think you and Gabrielle should marry' meal." Fred argued.

"True, Gred."

"Thank you, Forge."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Let's just hope not, eh?"

Fred and George looked at each other then each clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah." Fred said.

"Hope."

They reached the Witch that was handing out pre-booked portkeys when Harry was grabbed from behind and spun around.

"Mr Potter!"

Harry, as soon as his vision settled, groaned, his good mood evaporating. Rita Skeeter.

"I'm busy." He said shortly, turning around to face Fred and George who had collected the portkey - a dirty boot.

"Mr Potter! Just a small question for our readers!"

"I don't want to talk to you." Harry spat out through gritted teeth as he gripped the boot.

"What are you planning to do now that everything has calmed down?"

"I told you that I don't want to talk to you!" He snapped, then turned to Fred, "How long 'til this thing goes off?"

"Ten seconds."

"So you're going to join the Auror's then?"

"No!" Harry retorted suddenly fed up, "You know what? You know what I'm going to do?" He asked sarcastically, "I'm going to take over the world. That's what I'm going to do!"

And with that there was a sudden jerk that yanked Harry, Fred and George forward.

Colours blurred into one another for longer than Harry had ever remembered when, with a sickening jolt, he slammed into the ground, his legs giving out immediately.

Fred and George staggered for a moment but stayed upright.

"Man, those international-"

"-portkeys are hell."

Harry just groaned from his place on the ground.

Fred snickered and pulled him up whilst George brushed him off.

"You know," Fred started, "for being brilliant on a broom-"

"-you kinda suck at landing."

"Yeah, yeah." Harry said, pulling away from their wandering hands, "now all we have to do is find Gabrielle and-"

Harry just caught sight of a pale golden blur before he was tackled back onto the floor, the wind knocked right out of him.

"'Arry!"

Harry blinked a few times before looking up at the grinning face of one Gabrielle Delacour.

"Uh-"

"It iz wonderful to see you again!"

"Uh, yeah." Harry said with an awkward smile, "you too."

"Gabby!" Fred cut in. "You're sounding increasingly English the more we speak to you!"

Gabrielle giggled and got up off of Harry, delicately patting her dress down like she hadn't just spear tackled a man to the floor.

"I am practising. I am 'oping to come over after my schooling."

Fred grinned and offered an arm to the girl, which she took with another delicate giggle. "Well," he said, leading her off, "if you ever need a guide, I would be happy to help."

"I will remember zat." Gabrielle smiled up at him as they disappeared into the crowd of gawkers that had been surrounding the quarter-veela.

George was left picking Harry up off the floor.

"So what do you think of the French Ministry?" He asked.

Harry brushed himself down and rechecked that he had everything. "Well, the floor is rather delightful. White marble with Gold inlay."

George snorted with laughter and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on, we need to catch up to the two love-birds."

"Are they…" Harry asked, suddenly feeling awkward.

"Fred's got a crush!" George sniggered. "But don't say anything because he gets defensive about it." He grimaced and shifted uncomfortably. "Very defensive."

"Do I want to know?" Harry asked with a grin.

"No."

"Alright." Harry snickered.

The two of them quickly caught up with Fred and Gabrielle who were standing close to one another and talking quietly with each other.

Harry had to clear his throat loudly to interrupt them and stifled a laugh when Fred jerked back, his face reddening. Beside him Harry could hear George doing the same.

Fred scowled at the large grins that Harry and George were sporting.

"So how we getting to your house?" Harry asked.

He groaned when Gabrielle held out a silk handkerchief.

"Well at least the French have better taste." He grumbled as Fred and George laughed at him.

After another dizzying portkey which was thankfully shorter than the previous. Harry once again found himself face down on the ground.

"Okay." He mumbled around a mouthful of dirt. "Please, someone tell me that was the last one."

"For a few days at least." George said agreeably, helping him up again as Fred and Gabrielle had already gone up to the front door.

Harry sighed. "I'm exhausted already and it's only tea time."

George rolled his eyes and pushed him up the garden path. "That's why we're not doing anything tonight, just a quiet meal and sleep. Tomorrow we party."

"Joy."

They were met at the door by an extremely beautiful woman, with pale blonde hair.

"George, 'Arry. Welcome to our 'ouse. I 'ope you we be comfortable. 'ow was your trip? Did you like ze ministry? Eet iz more belle zen your own, oui?"

Harry smiled politely as he was ushered in through the door. "The floors were beautiful." He agreed.

George snorted behind him and pushed him further into the hallway. "Thank you for having us Mrs Delacour."

"Zink nuthing of eet!" She brushed them off and clapped her hands twice. A small house elf popped into being in front of them. "Mizzy, show zem zere rooms."

The elf nodded and beckoned Harry and George to follow her upstairs. By this point Harry didn't really care, he was tired and hungry and dirty from his recent landing in the flower beds.

When his room was pointed out he stumbled into it and ignored all of it except the en suite bathroom.

Longingly eyeing the shower, he sighed and splashed his face with water, washing off the rest of the dirt.

Then he quickly re-sized his trunk and changed into something that didn't smell like soot and dirt.

By the time he was finished, made his way downstairs and had found the dining room, he was the last one there. Everyone, including a blond man that must have been Fleur and Gabrielle's father, was sitting chatting between themselves, waiting for him.

Feeling his face heat up, Harry slowly sank into his chair and smiled shyly at Mrs Delacour.

"Wonderful! We can start now."

The chatter lasted all the way through dinner and Harry quickly found his embarrassment disappearing, striking up a conversation on the Quiddich World Cup that had just been played, with Gabrielle's father.

By the time dinner was finished Harry was on first name basis with both the older Delacour's and it had been unanimously voted that France had been cheated out of the quarter finals by Spain.

After an after dinner drink, Harry finally made it upstairs where he collapsed face first onto his bed, too tired to take a shower right then. After a moment or two he rolled over and shuffled out of his clothes and pulled the blankets over him, ready to go to sleep.

It was just as he was dropping off that he remembered that he hadn't called Remus yet. With one eye closed he summoned his mirror out of his pocket.

"Remus." He mumbled to it.

Almost immediately a frantic looking Remus answered. "Harry, are you alright? Did everything go okay?"

"'s fine. Tired. They have nice floors."

"Told you!" came Sirius' voice faintly. Remus looked confused then bashful.

Harry grinned even as he tried to bury his head further into his pillow.

"If you're that tired then I think you should get some sleep." Remus admonished Harry.

"Night." Harry yawned, missing Remus' grin at the sight.

"Night, Harry." He said instead. There was a clatter and Remus looked off to the side. "Sirius says 'night' too."

Harry grinned in reply and terminated the connection, placing the mirror and his wand carefully on the bedside table. He was asleep a moment later.

Hope you enjoyed it – though I've got to say that I don't think all the chapters will be this long…

I hope :S

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