Mated by Ashtin Nightwalker
Books » Harry Potter Rated: M, English, Romance & Drama, Harry P., Fenrir G., Words: 48k+, Favs: 760, Follows: 407, Published: Jan 7, 2011 Updated: Aug 24, 2012
238 Chapter 1
Fenrir's POV
Find the boy. Do whatever you want with him, as long as I never hear of him again!
I was surprised to hear that order from the dark lord. Proud that he chose me, but surprised. I mean, this is the man whose been trying to kill the famous Harry Potter for 17 years! And suddenly, I'm given the okay to let him live? That's a little weird. But I suppose he just doesn't care anymore. Whatever. It's not like it's actually a problem. I'll just kill the boy. There's no reason for anything else.
I found my Beta right outside the dark lords mansion. I could tell he was trying not to kill that snake, Lucius Malfoy. Those two have been feuding ever since he mated with Lucius's son, Draco. I watched the anger in Lucius's eyes. He wanted to curse Bill* into oblivion. I ignored them and walked straight out the huge black wooden doors. My Beta jumped to his feet and rushed after me.
"Alpha. What did the dark lord say?" He asked, jogging to keep up with my longer strides. I just focused on walking to the edge of the forest where we both turned into our wolf forms. His a deep russet brown. Mine a larger gray, shot through with black and silver. Only then did I speak into his mind**.
He ordered us to kill Harry Potter.
*Bill, as in Bill Weasley.
**Only Alphas can share their thoughts and hear others but the rest of the pack cannot.
How's this for a first chapter? I know it's a little short, but I seem to be good at that! Please please please review!
A.N.
Mated by Ashtin Nightwalker
Books » Harry Potter Rated: M, English, Romance & Drama, Harry P., Fenrir G., Words: 48k+, Favs: 760, Follows: 407, Published: Jan 7, 2011 Updated: Aug 24, 2012
238 Chapter 2
Harry's POV
I woke up, covered in sweat and gasping. I touched a hand to my chest, feeling the pounding of my heart below. Another one of my damn nightmares. This time Cedric was blaming me for his death. So was everyone else. That's not a new one. I threw my legs over the side of my cot and got up.
I sneaked down stairs, being careful to avoid all the creaky boards until I made it to the kitchen. Normally I kept a glass of water in my room for nightmares like this. But Petunia saw it and threw a fit until I agreed not to do it again. A sudden flash of light made me jump and grab for my wand, tucked into my shirt pocket.
"What are you doing down here?" A loud voice asked. It was only Dudley with a gallon of chocolate ice-cream tucked under his arm. I shrugged.
"Sleep walking." I know I'm sarcastic and unnecessarily rude. But this kid has been a punk he entire life. Plus he's probably too stupid to understand anyway. Either that or just sleepy. He ignores my comment and digs for a spoon in the drawer. It sounds like he is lighting a firecracker in the silence.
I rolled my eyes at his disgusting appetite. Now a days, it just ensured that I didn't want to eat anything around him. Much less half the junk that he calls food. I found myself a glass and chugged down as much water as I could. Thinking back to my dream, I felt a little tickle of tears. I rubbed my eyes, know it's pretty freaking useless to cry. It won't bring Cedric back and it won't make me feel any better. I leave Dudley to feast on his "heart-attack in a can" (As I like to call it).
Back up in my room I can't calm down. I changed out of my sweaty shirt and stood there, half naked. I gazed at myself in the mirror. I touched my stomach so I could feel up and down on my sides. I located several scars, reminding myself how I got them. Most of them were actually from Dudley and his friends. I found my most important one. Not the cursed one on my forehead, but the two inch white scar over my chest.
