After a moment longer, it was clear the boy was asleep. I looked at the others mystified by what we had witnessed tonight. "So how your pack do with absorbing the other pack?" I asked Fenrir as I approached the boy with caution. Harry still held the knife in his hand even as he slept. As I got closer, I noticed the boy was bleeding from several wounds. One looked like the gun had hit its mark earlier. "Turnabout indeed potter." I remarked dryly.
Fenrir looked down at the boy with something like familiarity. "Reminds me of me." He said flatly. "He's a fighter wonder how he got so far in chains." The remarkable me contemplating.
"I'm more curious why he told me to get out while I can." I stated to Fenrir. He looked at me, then frowned.
"Might have to do with why we were late. Known order members were trying to get on the land. Don't know how these ones got through our border. Probably have to wait for him to wake." Fenrir postulated he considered the boy for several minutes then leaned forward, reaching to Harry's hand that held the knife. Once held securely, he checked the boys' injuries over. "We should move him somewhere for treatment if we want answers." He took the knife, folding it to put in the boys' pocket.
I nodded my agreement before levitating him. We walked through the woods at a decent clip while his pack members dealt with the bodies. I took note that Harry was getting paler as we went, so I stopped and found he was slowly bleeding out. Finding the worst bleed was a stab wound in his abdomen. I cut some of my sleeves to bind the wound for now, Fenrir following suit by binding the gunshot wound with Severus's sleeve. As Severus poured a blood replenishment potion down the boys' throat.
After that we had little trouble making our way to Fenrir's village. Within hours, the boy had been seen to, and we were waiting for him to wake up. We needed answers to a lot of questions. We had, of course, gone over the information we had initially been meeting about. All was well on our front. Though the order was struggling since Black's death. Which could only mean good things on our end.
We were rudely awakened at dawn by the medic. Harry was gone from the medical cabin. Not one person had seen him leave. Despite all the sentries around the village and the two on the cabins door. I frowned in confusion. "Fenrir, can you pick up his trail scent wise? I believe he may have a way to mess with our ability to see him." I asked him. Fenrir looked surprised but did begin to sniff about leading us towards the village edge. In a muddy section, we noted fresh tracks. After another two minutes, we were down a dead end. And fenrir was looking at the wall ahead of us. "We just want to talk. I offer you safe conduct while we do so. Come out, I can smell you opened one of your injuries." Fenrir spoke to the wall.
After several minutes where I imagine he was contemplating what to do, Harry took off an invisibility cloak. Or rather took the hood off. "So talk. I'd like to be gone from here soon. No telling how long until the order shows up." He bit out obviously, trying to hide his pain.
I took a calming breath, knowing he was acting insolent to hide his fear and pain. "Perhaps Somewhere with food and warmth would be better suited than an alley." I suggested to him. He eyed me warily. Then, he gave a slightly stiff nod.
After some coaxing by fenrir. Harry walked a bit behind us to the cottage Fenrir had put us up in last night. He sat in a chair near the door, clearly not trusting us to keep our word of safe conduct. When Fenrir offered him some a plate of hash and eggs, Harry looked like he might get sick. He did take the plate, however. "So what exactly did we witness last night?" Fenrir asked him while hovering like a worried father.
Harry pushed the hash around the plate without interest. "I killed some people that wronged me. As I'm sure you've realized. What's it to you?" He didn't look even remotely interested in the conversation. More intent to scope out his surroundings.
Fenrir gave a slight growl at his answer. Though it may have been more towards the boys' lack of eating. "It's not poisoned, you know. So eat. Why would the order show up here? And why were you in anti-magic chains?" He moved to sit in front of the door the boy sat next to. As Harry had flinched towards the door.
Harry gave a defeated look to Fenrir's actions. "To reclaim their weapon obviously. And so I couldn't escape, much like every summer." He mumbled the last bit, but we still heard it. He put a tiny bite of food into his mouth at the end, making me frown as I saw him look like he ill almost instantly from it. "This isn't my first escape attempt, and every moment I'm here, they'll only get closer to catching me, so are we done?" He asked clearly regarding the hash with regret.
I watched him for a long moment. "You want to eat but can't stomach that, can you?" I asked rather than pushing for more information right now. He nodded, staring at the plate in his hand like it had personally offended him. "Where can you go to that they won't find you? Why not trade safe harbor for whatever information you have on their weapon?" I asked him, seeing his eyes snap to me. I continued on. "If you can't escape on your own as you have tried and fail likely many times. Why not get aid when it is offered. Tell me, Harry, what stops you from taking a sure thing?" I asked him, eating leisurely, he pouted as he watched me eat.
But he did consider my words. "What would make me believe you won't reneg on it the moment you have your intelligence? There's not much to stop you doing so. Besides, I'm more curious why you're not being all 'kill Harry'. Isn't that kinda your thing?" He stabbed angrily at the plate, punctuating his words. He handed the plate over to Fenrir with a sigh. "He's right. I can't eat that. I haven't had a decent amount of food in too long." He said it without inflection as if disinterested.
It took hours, but finally, he caved, agreeing to Safe Harbor in exchange for the information he did have. At dinner time, Fenrir had his injury tended again as Harry told us that he was in fact the weapon. And why they were struggling Black had apparently taken precautions when he saw how things were going down. The order no longer had access to the black estate because only Harry could give it to them, and when Black died, they lost the ability to blackmail Harry into obedience.
The boy even told me the rest of the prophecy. And I gave him a ring given only to my most trusted. It would act as portkey to my strong hold. And also allow him entry to the wards.
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