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Happy New Year Harry

WC: 500+

Harry learned during his first year at Hogwarts that as long as the Weasley twins were around, there would be pyrotechnics. It doesn’t matter what the situation was or where they were; if Fred and George were left alone, they would set something on fire.

Part 2!! Of Alpha! Werewolf harry!

Part 1!

Word count: 3k+ 

Warnings: none.

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It’s been a few days since Harry found out about Lucas. He hadn’t seemed too angry, but did express that he wished you would have told him. 

You both decided to tell Lucas that Harry was just an old friend for right now, not wanting to confuse his little brain with why Harry didn’t want you as a mate. You were also confused about what this now meant for the both of you, does he still not want a mate? He probably has a girlfriend now, which stings just a bit since he didn’t properly reject you. The bond is still there, you could feel it tugging when you first locked eyes that day in the cafe. 

Your home now, your little man drinking his juice as you sit on the couch cuddled up watching cartoons. You live for this, him wrapped in your arms as you cuddle and watch his favorite shows. The soft giggles he lets out every once and a while. 

Harry wanted you to come back to his pack with him, he wanted to talk to you properly about everything. But you didn’t, you didn’t go back to his pack and you didn’t want to talk. Not after the way he treated you. 

But now, after having a few days to process and think about it, you regret your decision. Wishing you had agreed and talked it all out with him. Maybe you would actually have answers about that night three years ago and maybe you would have figured out how to feel about him now. 

You still felt all the feelings you had felt that night, you had throughout the few years after. You just didn’t know if him knowing about Lucas would change anything between both of you. You’re not gonna lie and say you didn’t want anything to change, because you did. 

You always wanted Luke to have his father in his life. You were just too selfish and hung on the past to actually do anything about it. Now, when the opportunity had presented itself, you didn’t take it like the dumbass you are, leaving you to regret your decision and feeling guilty. 

You wished you could go back and talk about everything, so you could know where you guys stood. 

You get up, slowly so as to not disturb luke and his cartoons. You walk into your room and change from the oversized t-shirt and shorts you wore to bed last night, into a pair of jeans and an old band t-shirt. 

You didn’t have any particular plans set today, maybe go see y/bsf/n or Matt and Kian. You haven't visited with them in a few days, you're sure luke would be happy to see them too. 

“Hey bub, can you come here so we can get you changed?” you ask your two and a half year old, who is cuddled up with his favorite blanket into the corner of the couch. 

Looking up at you with sleepy eyes, he nods slightly holding his arms out to you. “Come on bub,” you say picking him up and taking him back to your bedroom. 

After changing his diaper and clothes, you grab his diaper bag and your key before making your way out to your car. 

During the car ride you both jam out to some moana, “mommy?” Luke asks, making you turn down the radio and look into the rearview mirror for a second. 

“Yes, baby?” you question, ready to answer whatever his little mind can conjure up. 

He stays silent for a minute, his little eyebrows furrowed in the cutest way making a smile grace your lips. You wait patiently for his mind to come up with the words, so he can ask his question. 

“Why don’t i have a daddy?” he asks, his eyes looking into yours through the mirror. 

Now you’re the one taking a minute to come up with the words to answer his question. He had asked just once before about where his father was. He saw all the other kids in his daycare with their dads whenever they would get picked up. 

“You remember a few months ago when you asked?” you question him, your eyes flicking up into the rearview mirror to look at him. You see him nod slightly. 

“He’s just gone right now, but he loves you so much” you tell him, a false smile splayed across your mouth, but he wouldn’t know the difference. 

You hate lying to him, you know you should talk to harr, you know you do but you’re scared. You have no idea how to go about this. You see him nod before looking out the window and to the passing trees.  

Sighing, you look back at the road, your eyes flicking across your surroundings as your mind takes a different route and starts to over think. 

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It’s been a few hours now, you had been visiting with y/bsf/n, Matt and their daughter Alexis. Kian had been out doing pack business and Mae was busy with her sister's wedding. 

You and y/bsf/n were talking while Matt played with the kids, “Yeah, he asked about his dad again.” you sigh, looking at Luke who is chasing Alexis with a lizard he managed to get ahold of, as she runs behind her fathers legs to hide. 

“Really? What did you say?” she asks, her head turning to you at your words. 

You shrug, “What I told him last time, that he was away but he loved him alot. It probably doesn’t help that Harry knows now. 

“What do you mean he knows?” she asks, her voice raised slightly in shock, which is written all over her face. 

“I stopped at a small cafe because Luke had to use the bathroom really bad, and once we came out he was coming through the doors and locked eyes. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t know, Harry could clearly feel  that he was attached to him in some way. “ you tell her. 

She nods along with what you're saying, “Did you guys talk about it?” 

You shake your head, “No, he wanted us to come back to his pack, but i didn’t want to. I introduced them, but I just told Luke that he was an old friend.” 

“You know, look probably felt connected to him too. He’s getting to the age where he notices more things.” she tells you, as you both look out at your children playing together. 

You nod, realizing that was a very likely possibility. 

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Later that night you're in bed, watching the nightly cartoons with Luke as he’s cuddled up on your side almost asleep. Your eyes are growing heavy along with his when your phone rings from your bedside table. 

Quickly you grab it, answering it not even bothering to look at the caller I.D, “hello?” you whisper out. 

“Y/n” Harry’s deep voice sounds through the speaker. 

“Harry? How’d you get this number?” you question, confused on how he would've gotten your number. 

“I may have pulled a few strings, but that doesn’t matter. I called to ask if I could see Luke. i want to get to know my son.” he says, his deep slow voice reverberating down the phone line. 

You stay quiet for a minute, racking your brain for an answer. You know you should say yes, this is another opportunity for Luke to meet his father. 

“Uh- yeah, when do you want to meet up?” you question, having to clear your throat at the beginning. 

“I was thinking tomorrow, that’s ok? If not, then just tell me when you're free.” he says, his voice filled with nerves and hesitancy. 

“No, that’s fine. Do you want to meet somewhere or?” you trailed off. 

“I have a couple of meetings in the morning, but I was thinking maybe you could come to my pack. I should be done by the time you get her, but if I'm not there’s a huge playground Luke could play on.” he tells you. 

You sigh lightly, so he couldn’t hear you. You wanted to meet on neutral ground so you didn’t feel any pressure, but it sounds like a nice place and it would give Luke something to do while you wait. 

“That’s fine, we’ll probably leave around eight- eight thrity, Luke wakes up pretty early normally.” you tell him, your voice soft and quiet. 

You look down at the sleeping boy curled up in your side, thumb in his mouth, cheeks pink as his eyes are shut in deep sleep. 

You can hear his breath hitch slightly like he wanted to say something else, but didn’t. 

“If that’s all, I'm gonna get to bed. Make sure we're up on time.” you say stifling a yawn. 

“Actually, i have another question. You can say no, but i guess it wouldn’t hurt to ask. I just wanted to ask but-” you cut him off with a laugh. 

“Harry, stop rambling. What’s your question?” you giggle, his rambling amusing you. 

“I was wondering if you could maybe send me some pictures of Luke as a baby, and as he grew up? It’s ok if you don’t want to, I just wanted to see them.” he says, his voice holding the nerves like at the beginning of the call. 

You're shocked by the question, you would definitely give him the pictures. He might not have been there but Luke is his son too, he deserves to see them. 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll try and find some that i have two of, to bring tomorrow, but ill send some over that i have on my phone.” 

“Thank you” he says, sounding relieved but also excited. 

“good night, Harry. We’ll see you tomorrow,” you say. 

“Good night, y/n, see you both tomorrow,” 

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Waking up the next morning around seven fifty to tiny hands squishing your cheeks together, and giggles filling the room, make a smile tug across your lips. 

You went to sleep a little later than normal because after you got off the phone with Harry, you went to look through the box you have in the hall closet of all the baby pictures of Luke. going through all of them and finding the ones you had copies of, setting them aside to give to harry. You're not gonna lie, you teared up. Realizing how much Luke has grown from the tiny baby that used to fit in the crook of your arm, to now, where he barely even fits on your hip because he’s growing so fast. 

You also realized his birthday is just a few months away, and he’ll be turning three. Three. God, time really has flown. 

Opening your eyes, you're met with the sight of your almost four year old looking at you, giggling like crazy telling you that you look like a fish when he squishes your cheeks together, only to do it again and fall into a laughing fit. 

“What’s so funny” you giggle, pulling him into your arms and hugging him tight. 

His only reply was to laugh more, a soft smile on your face as you watch him. 

You're so thankful for him, you honestly don’t know what you would do without him. He’s the light of your life, the one person that can put a smile on your face without even trying. 

Giggling, you roll over tickling his sides, making him let out the cutest little scream laugh ever. 

“Mommy! n-no tic-tickles” he laughs out while trying to get you to stop. 

“No can do bub” you laugh tickling his sides more, his arms waving around and his legs kicking. Lifting up his shirt, you blow a big raspberry on his belly making him giggle loudly. 

“Mommy!” he laughs. 

“Ok bub, we gotta get up.” you say picking him up and getting out of bed, walking into the kitchen that's around the corner from your room. 

“Where we goin’” he asks, his head resting on your shoulder, his breathing calming down from the laughing fit he had not even a minute ago. 

“Do you remember when we went to that cafe, and we met that man, Harry?” you ask him, sitting him down on the high chair next to the kitchen island. 

He nods, “mhm” he hums, while you turn around and grab a bowl from the cabinet for his oatmeal. “Well, he’s an old friend and we're gonna go see him at his pack. He told me how he has this big playground you can play on. Big slides and swings. Doesn’t that sound fun?” you tell him, a big smile on your face as you look at him. 

“Yeah!” he says excitedly, as you set down his breakfast in front of him, telling him to wait a minute before eating it because it's hot. You put a k-cup in the keurig, pulling a mug from the cabinet and turning it on. 

 You take a seat next to him, stirring his oatmeal and blowing on it before giving it to him to eat. 

You both sit there, eating breakfast, talking about whatever his little mind comes up with. You let him watch some cartoons while you get dressed, before taking him in the room and changing his diaper and clothes. 

You dress him in a pair of khaki shorts and a blue and white striped shirt. Yo hour clad in a pair of jean shorts and a white v-neck shirt and a pair of vans. It was supposed to be hot today and you didn’t want to sweat too much. 

After grabbing all your belongings, wallet, keys, phone and his diaper bag you head outside to the car and buckling him into his car seat. 

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Pulling in the gates of Harry’s pack, you can’t help but marvel at this big it is. The road leads down into the 

Center of town and breaks off every different way. 

There’s lots of businesses and people buzzing around the town as you pass. 

You pass a school, little kids outside playing on the playground as a teacher calls out to them to form a line. 

Luke fell back asleep on the drive, his little hands fisted and laying in his lap.  

The guard at the gate told you to follow the main road and turn left when you get to the intersection. Doing so you gape at the large house sitting at the end of the road. 

Two- no, three stories high with a red brick structure. The paneling is white along with the window shutters. 

As you park you see a man walk out the front door, he looks of importance. Built, and tall but not as tall as Harry. Blonde hair and a bit of a beard. 

You get out and make your way to the passenger side and open the back door. You take the blanket off of Luke and start unbuckling him. 

He starts to wake, a pout forming on his face that he didn’t get to sleep longer. 

“I’m Niall, you must be y/n?” You hear a voice say behind you. Turning around you see the man that came out of the house a few minutes ago. 

Nodding, you pick Lucas up, putting him on your hip and placing the blanket over his small body, “yes I am, nice to meet you.” 

“Nice to meet you too, would you like some breakfast? Coffee? Or would you like to head to the playground? Harry still has about ten minutes left of his meeting.” 

Thinking about it, it’ll probably be about 20 minutes until luke is up and active, “coffee would be good. We already had breakfast,” you tell him, walking behind him as he leads you inside the house. 

Niall leads you into the kitchen, motioning for you to take a seat at the island as he pulls out a mug from the cabinet. 

Looking around you notice that this must be the pack house, the kitchen is huge. Multiple ovens and stove tops along with two huge refrigerators. You can hear people up stairs talking, you can’t quite make out what they’re saying though. 

You sit and chat with Niall for a while, Luke starts to stir in his sleep just as Harry starts making his way down stairs, along with whoever he was meeting with. 

You sit up, moving Luke so his head is resting on your chest. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” A voice you know so well asks, turning your head to the opening to the kitchen you find Matt and Harry. 

“Matt! Hey, what are you doing here?” You say, getting up and wrapping him in a hug, or we’ll, the best you could with a two year old holding on to you. 

Pulling back at the sound of a low growl, you turn to Harry, sending him a not pleasant look. 

 ‘Sorry’ he mutters, looking guilty. 

“I’m here because Harry is getting to know Luke,” I tell Matt, referring to his earlier question. 

He has a hesitant look on his face, “are you sure that’s a good idea?” He asks through a mind link.

“Yes I am. Luke should have his father, I’m not gonna be the one to take that away from him.” I mindlink back, a bit of anger seeping into my tone.  

I know he has the best intentions, but this is my child, I can make the decision for Harry to get to know his child. 

“Harry?” A little voice asks. 

You look down at Luke resting on your shoulder, eyes open and looking at Harry. A look of happiness washes over his face before he’s reaching for Harry. 

Harry looks at you for permission, you nod leaning over to help him grab Luke from you. 

“How are you buddy? It’s good to see you!” He says, hugging Luke tight. 

“Good, I happy to see you!” Luke says, a bright smile splayed across his face. 

“I’m happy to see you too, bud!” Harry smiles down at Luke in his arms. 

Matt leaves after saying he’ll see me later, leaving Harry, Luke and you in the kitchen, Niall having left after Matt. 

“You wanna go play on the playground, bud?” you ask Luke, his head resting on Harry's shoulder. His eyes light up like a light bulb. 

“Yes!” Luke exclaims. 

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You had been running around playing with Luke on the playground with Harry by your side, taking turns going down the slide with Luke, pushing him on the swings. 

You had just taken a seat on the bench close to the sandbox, where Luke is playing with another little boy. Harry sits beside you, you both don’t say anything for a while, just watching Luke play. 

“Y/n, I want you to know how sorry I am for that night. I regret it so much. I never should have walked out on you. I’m sorry for causing you pain, I missed the first three years of my son's life because I acted like an arrogant son of a bitch. I don’t blame you for keeping him from me either, you were right to. I wouldn’t have been ready.” Harry rants, taking a breath before starting again, “But I am now. I’m ready to be his dad, I want to be his dad.” 

You stay quiet for a while, watching luke roll a monster truck around in the sand with the other little boy. 

You know Luke deserves his father in his life, that’s why you’re here in the first place, you just don’t know if you can trust him. He walked out on you after a night you thought was the start of your life together. 

You also don’t know whether you can forgive him for it or not. You can tell he’s changed, you know he has, he doesn’t act like the cocky asshole everyone used to gossip about. 

“Look, I know you’ll be a good father to him. I'm good with it, i wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, but if you’re looking to try and win me back you’re gonna have to work really hard. I’m not just gonna give into you, I can’t.” You tell him. 

He nods, “I know, i understand that. You don’t trust me, but I’m gonna earn it. I walked away from the one thing I never had and that’s my fault. I want a family with you y/n, i never had that, or not the best of one, at least.” 

You remember faintly about hearing how his mother died when he was at a young age and that his father wasn’t much of one. 

“Ok,” you mutter. 

He looks at you with a look of shock covering his face, “ok?” 

“Ok, you can try and win back my trust, and we will be a family, I know Luke really wants to meet his dad.” you say, nodding your head in Luke’s direction. 

Getting up from your seat, you walk over and pick Luke up, “Hey, Harry and I need to tell you something.” 

Sitting back down beside Harry you place Luke on your lap, “bub, you remember when you asked about your dad and I told you he was away but he loved you?” you ask the two year old sitting in your lap, looking at you with big green eyes. 

“Mhm” he hums, nodding his head. 

“Well, this is him. Harry is your dad,” you hold your breath while Luke processes your words. 

Luke jumps out of  your lap, his little arms flinging around Harry's neck as an excited laugh comes out of his mouth. 

Later that afternoon, all of you are on the couch in Harry's living room watching Luke’s favorite movie ‘The Lion king’ but he’s asleep, his head resting on Harry's chest. Your eyes are refusing to stay open no matter how many times you try and keep them open. 

You feel the warmth of a blanket incase your body as your brain gives up the fight of trying to stay awake. 

That day leads to many more just like it, cuddled on the couch with your boys. Laughing as Harry and Luke tickle you. Eating dinner together, Luke spilling spaghetti sauce all over his white shirt. 

You wouldn’t change it for the world. 

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Sorry it took so long! i hope you enjoyed it.