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Obligatory Werewolf and alpha/omega fic?

Weeks after Malfoy Manor, Harry had spotted the horcrux setting on top of the warlock bust, but he suddenly heard from behind. "That's Draco's wand!"

He turned quickly to see Blaise Zabini flanked by Goyle and Crabbe. Malfoy wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Finder's keepers, Zabini."

"So, the rumors were true. That bastard actually gave it to you," Goyle spat, and Zabini grimaced, eyeing his companions.

"Malfoy didn't give it to me, I took it. Where is he anyway?" Harry said, stalling for time. Ron and Hermione weren't far, and he needed help.

"He's getting what he deserved," Crabbe added.

Harry blinked, confused. "What does that mean?"

"Don't you worry. Put down your wand. It's three on one," Goyle sneered, pointing his wand at him.

Zabini stopped them from moving forward. "Draco was the one who paid for your escape, asshole."

Harry glared. "I was about to die. You want me to feel sorry for him?"

"He betrayed the Dark Lord for you! He's a traitor," Crabbe growled.

Harry's mouth dropped. He didn't really consider what Malfoy had done... or not done.

"He's worse than dead," Zabini whispered, giving Harry the side-eye. Or maybe a wink?

"Now, surrender before we burn you alive," Crabbe threatened, loudly.

"Are you crazy? The Dark Lord wants him alive!" Zabini said, and then gave him a clear wink.

"He'll be happier with him dead. Don't get in our way, Blaise!" Goyle growled.

"Harry?" Ron's voice called out confused.

Suddenly, there were spells flying all over, but Zabini tackled Hermione, shielding her, as Goyle nearly killed her with Avada Kedavra. Ron managed to temporarily freeze Goyle, but Crabbe laughed and then shot out flames that expanded rapidly, incinerating everything. Harry grabbed Hermione and Ron and located some old broomsticks. They took flight as the room engulfed into menacing flames.

Harry turned toward the exit before he heard screaming. He couldn't leave... whoever behind. He swung his old broom back and spotted Zabini on top of the burning stacks and dueling Goyle. He nearly was blasted off the stacks by a nasty spell from Goyle, who was screaming for him to die. However, before Harry could reach them, the shelves that Goyle was on collapsed, and he fell screaming into the flames. Zabini nearly fell off, too.

Harry swooped down and Zabini clambered on behind him. "Thanks, Potter. Whoa! What the fuck! The exit's that way!"

"Forgot something!" Harry said, and swooped down to snatch up the diadem before the flames engulfed it.

He raced to the door where Ron and Hermione had made it though already. He almost crashed into the wall, but Zabini threw up a Cushioning Charm before they did.

"Fuck, Potter! Learn to brake, idiot!"

"I was! The broom's Braking Charm is busted," he retorted as they got to their feet.

However, the diadem screamed and melted as he held it up. Another horcrux down.

"That must have been fiendfyre!" Hermione declared. "That was one of the ways to destroy a horcrux. It was way too dangerous. I never would have tried that."

"Crabbe wasn't exactly a smart guy. Fucking asshole," Zabini murmured. "Wait, horcrux? You made a horcrux, Potter?"

Ron, suddenly realizing that Zabini was there and upright, raised his wand at Zabini, who gave him a dark look. "Drop it!" Ron ordered.

"I just saved your girlfriend's life, Weasley," the dark-skinned Slytherin said, exasperated.

"You were in there with Crabbe and Goyle!"

"Who are dead, now. Good riddance. They were complete tools. I have no mark on my arm," Zabini said, and pulled up his sleeve. "Mother never did support the Dark Lord."

Harry didn't know what to say at first. "Lower it, Ron. He did save Hermione and he was actively helping us."

Ron reluctantly did.

"Thank you, O savior. We can call each other even for me saving your BFF's life. I owe you nothing."

"Fine. Now, what did you mean about Malfoy?" Harry pressed. He had to know... it was burning him. What Crabbe and Goyle had suggested... well... it wasn't pleasant. It had been nearly a month since Malfoy Manor.

"The fuck you care? You took his wand and left him there to die, Potter."

Harry spluttered, but there was shouting coming from the end of the hall. He could see Fred and George battling it out. Ron and Hermione went to back them up and Harry slowly followed, Zabini at his side and watching the duel.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked, again, realizing that he was feeling guilty for that unintended consequence.

"They... fuck we don't have time for this," Zabini started but suddenly shot a strong Protego that ricocheted a white spell. The spell went in the wall away from them, exploding it.

"Holy Warbeck!" Fred cried as he was blasted off his feet.

"Thank Merlin for that. Zabini, right?" George said, after helping his brother to his feet.

"I think he just saved our lives," Percy said, staring at the Slytherin.

Zabini snorted. "You're welcome. Now, pay fucking attention. It's a fucking battle not a witty soiree."

Fred laughed. "I like him. Come on, snake. Let's help out Remus downstairs. Come on, Harry!"

Zabini purposely ducked away from him when Harry asked again, but he had to put it to the back of his mind. They were in the middle of a battle and there was one horcrux to go.

"You! Check and see if he's dead!" Voldemort roared.

Harry could do nothing to hide the fact that he was very much alive and very killable, now. He felt someone hover over him. A sucked in breath told him that they knew he was alive.

"Draco... will you find him? Will you keep him safe?" Narcissa Malfoy asked in earnest.

Harry had no choice but to whisper, "Yes."

"Promise?"

"I swear," he murmured and his heart felt heavier. Something told him that he couldn't ignore this promise.

"Dead!" she roared.

Chaos overtook the battle grounds as Voldemort and his followers were pushed into the Great Hall. This was ending and one-by-one the Death Eaters fell. Fred, George, and Zabini took down Greyback, and Remus and Tonks subdued Lucius Malfoy who was screaming for his wife to help him. She did not. She did help Molly Weasley kill Bellatrix, her own sister. Mrs. Weasley seemed confused by the help but appreciated it.

Voldemort nearly killed them both, but Harry stopped him and revealed that he wasn't dead. He faced down Tom one last time, telling him exactly how he was going to lose and how. He told all there that Draco Malfoy gave him that wand... the wand that conquered the Elder Wand. He told him that his cause was doomed, but Voldemort pressed on and in the end... he lay dead at his feet. Dead forever.

Harry had to endure an hour or two of celebration. He took the Elder Wand and with Ron and Hermione explained what had happened. He met Dumbledore and despite everything the old man had put him through, he was alive. They had won. It felt good until Harry remembered Zabini... and Narcissa's demand. His mood sobered up. He couldn't ignore what had happened. Ron and Hermione, though exhausted from two days straight of high-pumping adrenaline and action, followed him.

When they reached the ground floor, there was a commotion near the prisoners. Harry ran and expected prisoners trying to escape, but no, it was Narcissa and several unconscious Aurors. Lucius lay dead at her feet, his cane shoved down his throat to the hilt. Even more gruesome, was Greyback, flayed alive with his limbs twisted into pretzels. There was a Silencing Charm on all the prisoners, which is why no one heard her killing them. She had ripped out his intestines through his mouth.

Kingsley was placing her in restraints, and Ron gasped, "Holy Merlin!"

"They dared to hurt my child," she said, with wild eyes.

"It's still murder, Mrs. Malfoy."

"It's Madam Black, Minister Kingsley. I have no desire to carry that brute's name any longer."

Harry had no chance to speak to her as she was taken to the Ministry with the other prisoners. He then went to Zabini, being fawned over by Fred and George about his mad skills and if he'd like to work for them.

"Sorry guys, can I talk to you, Zab-Blaise, alone?" he asked, interrupting their plotting. They didn't object it.

Zabini followed him and after they walked out of hearing range of Hermione and Ron, too. Harry just asked, "What happened to Draco?"

"Draco? Now, it's Draco? I suppose you think he's been on holiday? A month-long holiday?"

"I didn't keep tabs on him."

"Obviously. He saved you, gave you a wand and you escaped. You think the Dark Lord would forgive that?"

"Voldemort's dead. We can say his name now."

Zabini glared.

"Sorry. But... where's Malfoy?"

Zabini looked away. "I don't know. The Dar-Voldemort gave him to Greyback. To turn, eat or fuck... maybe all three and not necessarily in that order."

Harry went white. "Oh, shit. Narcissa just killed Greyback... and her husband."

"Good for her," Zabini said, nodding in approval, but lowered his head. "Listen. No one would openly talk about his punishment, just snide hints about what he got and why he deserved it. Helping you. I guess Voldemort read his mind declared he had done it on purpose. Draco never returned from Easter break. Crabbe and Goyle would just laugh about it. I... I don't know what the Death Eaters did to him before Greyback took him, or where Draco is. Just seeing you use his wand so fucking openly, is a slap in the face."

"Malfoy took the Elder Wand from...."

"I know. I heard your speech and saw your great victory. What are you going to Potter? Rest on your laurels?" Zabini sneered.

Harry shook his head somberly. Malfoy was probably being ripped apart by werewolves. He had no idea where to find them. Maybe Remus would. "I'll find him, Zabini. I promised Narcissa I would."

"Fuck... you better. She'll haunt you forever if you didn't even try."

Maybe I'll write more of intro... before going into finding Draco....