Sacrifice

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The full moon of September had arrived and so Harry was spending most of his time with Severus as Fenrir was once again banished to the forest. As they couldn't spend their entire time practising music (as much as Harry may have wanted to) they were at that moment simply sitting in the man's living room and talking. Their topic of conversation: Remus Lupin.

"So Remus was in your Year when you were a student here?" Harry murmured, staring into the lit fire from where he was laying on the sofa, his feet on his teacher's lap.

"That's correct."

"I think he looks older than you though."

"No doubt because of the fact he's a werewolf; the transformation can take a terrible strain on the body." Severus explained, one hand holding a book to his face while the fingers of the other idly smoothed over the skin of Harry's ankle.

"You weren't friends with him, were you?"

"He was a Gryffindor."

"Ah." Was all Harry said to that. He didn't need to be a student to recognise the fact that Gryffindors got on with Slytherins just as well as werewolves got on with farmers.

"He was a friend of your father's, however, which is no doubt why he wishes to spend some time with you." Severus murmured, obviously distracted by the book he was attempting to read.

The teenager was quiet for a moment then before he tentatively asked a question that had been bothering him for quite a while. "You and my father...It was more than just House rivallry between you, wasn't it?"

"I don't think you want to continue down this line of questioning, Harry." Severus warned him.

"Maybe, but I'm going to anyway. Tell me about it."

Severus gave a sigh as he placed his book down on top of Harry's legs. He turned a pointed look onto the boy. "I'm not going to sugar coat anything."

"I haven't asked you to." Harry said with a light shrug.

The man gave another little sigh and shook his head a little before speaking again. "James Potter was a spoiled, arrogant barbarian who didn't care about the feelings of others as long as he was having fun." It wasn't spoken in a particularly harsh manner, simply as though it was the truth, a fact that couldn't be denied.

"I see," Harry said slowly.

"I told you I wouldn't sugar-coat anything." Severus reminded, starting to feel a little awkward about so easily bad-mouthing the boy's father.

"And I told you that I hadn't asked you to." The teenager murmured thoughtfully. "Severus, did my father bully you?"

Severus gave the fire place an absolutely chilling glare but said nothing.

"My relatives used to bully me, for lack of a better word." Harry murmured as he sat up properly, moving his legs off of the professor's lap and swinging them over the edge of the sofa. "That's why I left. To escape my aunt's harsh words; to get away from the punches and kicks of my cousin and his friends; to leave behind my uncle and the cupboard he used to throw me into." He paused then and gave the man a brief look before joining him in looking at the fire. "I don't think there's anything worse in this world than a bully. When you think about it, this Voldemort man is just an over-grown bully, making people do what he wants and hurting them if they try and defend themselves.

"I can't remember my father, or my mother, and I can't really say that I love them though everyone expects me to. They're just names to me really, and I know that's a terrible thing of me to say...I know you loved my mother, how deeply isn't really any of my business, and now I know you disliked my father. It may just be your opinion, but it makes me feel like I know something about them. Knowing my father was a bully, it's not a nice thing but it's something, and so I'm glad you've told me."

Harry cringed a little after he had spoken, unsure if what he had said had made sense to anyone but himself. A quick glance over to to Severus showed that the man was looking over at him. A blush covered the teenager's cheeks and he looked away a little awkwardly.

"What?" He mumbled self-consciously.

"Perhaps you should speak to Lupin." Severus suggested. "He'd be able to tell you more positive aspects of your father's personality."

"Perhaps." Harry murmured.

"Are you worried what Greyback will say?"

"Not especially." The teenager disagreed. "It's just...I'm not really that bothered about learning any more about them...Does that make me a terrible person?"

"No, not when you've had such a happy life. You've had no reason to miss your parents, despite the sacrifice they both made for you."

"They did make a huge sacrifice for me, didn't they?"

"Indeed they did."

Harry was silent for a long moment then before he once again spoke in a very quiet voice. "Perhaps I should talk to Remus then."

Severus reached over then to place a hand on the boy's shoulder in a gesture of support. "Do as you wish, you must make your own decisions in life."

"That's what Fenrir tells me."

"Yes, well, as loathe as I am to admit it, on this occassion, Greyback is correct."

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While Harry and Severus had their conversation within the safety of Hogwarts' walls, Fenrir had searched out Remus, partly because of boredom but mostly because he felt the need to challenge the other werewolf on his business with Harry. True, Lupin had already given the reason of knowing the pup's parents but Fenrir was still suspicious.

So, the Alpha had tracked his Childe's scent to the awkward Whomping Willow and then followed it through a passage that had led up into a very old, very creaky, very run-down house. The man he was searching for was in a room upstairs, resting on a bed that look hideously dusty and was apparently in danger of breaking under much more weight.

"So this is where you hide." Fenrir grunted by way of greeting as he strolled into the room. He glanced over to the wall opposite to him and saw that one of the grimey windows was smashed in and so let in a bright stream of sun light. "At least the moon light gets through."

"What do you want, Greyback?" Remus inquired, sounding tired and ill. He certainly looked ill, his skin at least a couple of shades paler than usual and wearing an expression akin to someone who was about to pass out.

"Why are you interested in the pup?" The Alpha demanded, getting straight to the point.

"I'm assuming you mean Harry?" Remus murmured before he finally looked to the other man. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm surprised Dumbledore hasn't told you."

"He said that you're his Alpha and that you're close."

A self-satisfied smirk crossed Fenrir's face then. "Oh yeah, we're very close." He leered tellingly.

Remus immediately caught on to what was meant and his expression turned horrified. "He's too young!"

"Is he, Lupin? Is he really?" Fenrir asked lazily, but the sneer was still in his voice. "You can't say he's a child, you know as well as I do that in werewolf terms he's an adult. And he hasn't had a normal life, he's had a hard one that's aged him, forced him to grow up and grow up fast. Normal standards don't do it for him; he's above normal standards."

Remus looked at his Sire for a long moment then, his expression implying that the man had said something terribly controversial. Then, very slowly, he spoke as though he was saying something very dangerous. "If I didn't know you were a heartless bastard, I'd accuse you of loving him."

Hearing that clearly annoyed Fenrir and in an instant his expression had turned to its usual hard and angry state. "Answer my question, Lupin, why are you interested in my pup?"

"I've already told you; his parents were my best friends, I just want to get to know him."

"You expect me to believe that pathetic sentimentality?" Fenrir sneered.

"Not everyone is as alone and closed off as you." Remus muttered darkly. "All I want is to get to know the boy the new born baby I held in my arms grew into. I'm not going to try and convert him into Wizarding society if that's what you're wary of."

"At least not yet." The Alpha snarled as he pinned a suspicious glare onto the other werewolf. "Don't think I don't know what you and the old coot and the rest all have in mind. I'm telling you now, though, it ain't gonna work. The pup enjoys his life as it is."

"If you're really so sure of that, why are you trying to convince yourself more than you're trying to convince me?"

Fenrir gave a dark growl then before he turned and stalked back the way he had originally entered from. Remus watched him go with a small, triumphant smile on his face; he had successfully touched a raw nerve, he knew he had.

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When it came to dealing and interacting with adults, Harry was fine; there was no end to his confidence when talking to people older than him. When it came to people his own age, however, all his confidence seemed to just abandon him and he was left acting like an awkward, self-conscious teenager. It was because of this that he lingered outside the school's library.

It was the final day of the full moon and Harry was feeling restless and bored. Severus was teaching and so there was no one to keep him company. The original plan to keep himself occupied had been to venture into the library for the first time, browse the books and maybe find something to read. That plan had come to an abrupt halt though when Harry saw just how many other students were inside the library, and just how many of them were bigger than him. He could just imagine all the stares and the whispers his presence would prompt and it made him reluctant to venture inside. So, he lurked outside, wondering what he should do and occassionally glancing around the doorway to the people within.

It was as he was focussed on looking around the doorway that a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. Harry made no sound but he did feel his heart-rate spike in surprise. Upon turning around, he discovered that it was only Ron though and so he quickly recovered from his sudden shock.

"Oh Ron, you startled me." Harry said by way of greeting as he gave a rather embarrassed smile.

Ron's expression turned sheepish and apologetic. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to."

"It's all right." The shorter boy reassured. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought classes were in session at the moment?"

"I've got a study period. I'm here to "get a book"." Ron revealed, using air-quotes at the end of the sentence.

"In other words you got bored and you're just wandering around?"

"Pretty much."

Harry chuckled at that and shook his head slightly; Ron really was so delightfully childish.

"So what are you doing lingering around outside the library?" The Gryffindor asked then.

A light blush covered Harry's cheeks then as he looked off to the side, clearly embarrassed about why he was loitering around. "I, uh, think there's a few too many people in the library at the moment. I don't want to cause a scene."

Ron stared at him for a moment before he grinned in amusement. "Are you intimidated by other teenagers?" He teased lightly.

"No; no I wouldn't say intimidated, exactly." The dark haired teenager denied quickly.

Ron could only continue grinning in amusement. "Yes you are, you're intimidated! You can easily stand up to people like Snape and that werewolf but you're scared of a bunch of teenagers!"

Harry opened his mouth to fight back but the words died an early death when he felt something curl around his ankles. His mouth snapped shut as he looked down to find a rather serious looking cat was curling itself around him.

"Well, hello you." Harry cooed to the creature as he bent over to heft it up into his arms easily. "What's a pretty kneazle doing in a place like this?"

"What did you call it?" Ron asked with a confused frown.

"A kneazle."

"Looks like a cat to me."

"Mmm, it does, but its scent clearly says kneazle." Harry explained as he lifted the animal so he could look at its face. "I know you lot are smart but surely not smart enough to find your way into Hogwarts." He said to the creature.

"It's probably someone's familiar." Ron spoke up.

"You mean witches and wizards actually have those?"

"Course they do. They're the only pets you can bring to Hogwarts: an owl; a cat; or a rat. And apparently kneazles if you can sneak them in."

"Which one do you have as your familiar?" Harry asked curiously as he absently scratched behind the ear of the kneazle in his arms.

"I've got a rat." Ron said proudly. "His name's Scabbers."

The dark haired teenager smiled at that. "I'd like to see him sometime."

"Sure thing." The taller youth agreed enthusiastically, returning the smile.

Both boys continued to smile at each other for a few more seconds before they were interrupted by the animal in Harry's arms suddenly putting up a fight. Harry was forced to drop the creature and moments after it landed it ran up the corridor, over to a girl who leaned down to pick it up when it reached her. The natural assumption was to think that the kneazle belonged to her but that thought entered Harry's mind for only a second before it was replaced with a small amount of confusion at the sudden change in Ron's expression. He had gone from looking happy and relaxed to nervous and tense in a matter of mere seconds.

"Ron, you all right?" Harry asked carefully.

"I, uh, I think I better be getting back to class. See ya later, Harry." Ron rushed out seconds before he was walking away very quickly, not even giving the other teenager a chance to reply.

Harry watched him go in great confusion, not understanding what had changed so suddenly. When the red head was out of sight, he turned and looked at the girl who owned the kneazle who was walking off down the corridor, her back now towards him. Was she the reason for Ron's sudden need to leave?

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The full moon was finally over. It was mere minutes after sunrise and Harry and Fenrir were already reunited, the teenager having waited at the school's entrance eagerly. The moment he had spotted the man, he had run up to him and jumped into his arms, being easily caught and then held onto. Their lips came together in a hard, but brief, kiss and then Harry simply hugged the adult as tightly as he could manage.

"Mmm, I missed you." Harry sighed, snuggling his face against the long slope of his Alpha's neck.

"Good." Was all Fenrir grunted as he shifted the weight in his arms a little in order to get a better grip before he set off inside, still carrying his mate in his arms. "Been busy?"

"Not really." The teenager mumbled, sounding tired; he had been awake most of the night after all. "Spent most of the time with Severus, though I saw Ron once or twice as well."

"That wizard whelp who fetched Snape when Crouch attacked you?"

"Mmhmm."

Fenrir gave a disgruntled sound. "Oh well, you could've picked a worse wizard for a friend." He muttered.

"Harry," a voice suddenly came from behind them.

Both glanced over Fenrir's shoulder to see a very ragid and ill looking Remus standing just in the entrance of the school. He was leaning heavily against the door frame and looked ready to collapse at a moment's notice. Harry felt a pang of concern for the man while Fenrir could only sneer and feel nothing but disgust.

"Are you all right, Remus? You look terrible!" Harry gasped, still looking anxious but making no move to get out of his mate's arms to go to the other adult.

"It's nothing a day in bed won't fix." Remus reassured with a strained smile. "I just wanted to ask whether you might like to spend some time with me in the near future. Once I'm feeling more myself again, and once you've reaquainted yourself with your Alpha, of course."

Harry opened his mouth to answer but before any sound could come out, Fenrir had answered for him: "How's tomorrow lunch time?"

The other two werewolves were clearly shocked by the Alpha's words but it was Remus who apparently recovered first. "Tomorrow lunch time would be fine. Harry?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, I'd love to." The teenager agreed.

"That settles that then." Fenrir grunted before he turned and started off further into the school again.

"Oh, see you tomorrow, Remus! Feel better!" Harry called over Fenrir's shoulder, lifting his hand and offering a small wave as he was carried away. He waited until he saw the other werewolf give him a small wave in return before he readjusted himself in his Alpha's arms and looked up at the man's face. "Fenrir?"

"Mmm?" He grunted in reply.

"Do you know why Remus looked so sickly?"

"It's his own fault. It's because he's too much of a pussy to accept his gift and get on with things."

"What do you mean?"

"Lupin doesn't like being a werewolf. In fact he hates himself for what he becomes every full moon." Fenrir explained, sounding completely disgusted with what he was saying. "The moon doesn't like rejection, so it punishes him with a more painful transformation and lingering exhaustion afterwards."

"How cruel." Harry murmured sadly.

"Not really. No good ever comes from hating yourself for any reason. Remember, Pup, it's always better to be proud of yourself. Never be ashamed of who you are and never let others try and make you feel ashamed."

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The knock on the classroom door was answered very promptly. One moment there was simply the aged wood and then the next it had been pulled away to reveal a smiling Remus. His smile faded, however, when he saw it wasn't only Harry waiting for him on the other side, but also Fenrir, who was holding the back of the teenager's neck in the usual fashion he seemed to have adopted.

"Greyback." The teacher mumbled curtly.

"Lupin." The Alpha grunted in return before leaning down to murmur into his mate's ear. "An hour and a half, no more."

"Of course." Harry agreed before he turned his head and went to peck a kiss to the corner of the man's mouth. "See you then."

Fenrir quickly caught his boy's lips in a real kiss before he could pull away, sending a pointed look to Remus as Harry closed his eyes. Remus was clearly unimpressed and simply scowled in return. His lips being otherwise occupied was the only thing that stopped Fenrir smirking in triumph. As it was, he settled with thoughts instead, ending his kiss with Harry and then turned and stalking away without further word.

When Harry next looked at Remus, the man appeared as though he hadn't just had a glare like death on his face. His expression was calm and friendly and he stepped aside slightly to open up the doorway.

"Please come in, Harry." He invited warmly.

"Thank you." The teenager smiled politely as he did as told.

Once through the doorway, Remus closed it behind them before leading the way further into the rooms. They walked the short distance to the living room in silence and that silence continued as Harry was silently offered a seat on the sofa in front of the lit fire-place. The boy took his seat as the professor sat in an arm chair to Harry's right. In front of them both on the small coffee table was a tea service and there was steam rising out of the spout of the tea-pot.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Remus offered, not waiting for an answer before he was reaching for the tea pot.

"Yes, thank you. A little milk but no sugar, please." Harry requested.

"No sugar; that's rare for someone your age." The professor pointed out with a smile.

"I'm not overly keen on the taste of sugar, unless it's the natural sugar of fruit and the such. It's not really what I'm used to."

"No, I suppose it isn't." Remus murmured, sounding curiously sad about that. "Harry, do you mind if I ask you a somewhat invasive question?" He inquired as he handed the boy his cup of tea.

"Go right ahead."

"Are you happy with Greyback?"

"Of course I am." Harry reassured, bringing his cup and saucer closer to himself and resting them on his lap for that moment. "I know you don't see it, a lot of people don't, but he really is a wonderful man. He's done so much for me at such a cost to himself."

"You love him?" Remus asked, sounding as though he already knew the answer.

"Very much so."

"And he loves you?"

"I like to think he does." Harry smiled.

Despite the teenager's apparent happiness, something about what he said seemed to break Remus. The man looked suddenly sad and he shook his head dejectedly. "You deserve so much better than him."

"Why do you say that?" The younger werewolf inquired, sounding nothing but curious.

"Because you deserve so much better than what a werewolf can give you."

Harry watched the professor for a few moments before his expression turned both sad and worried. "Why are you ashamed of who you are?" He asked gently.

"Because werewolves are terrible creatures, Harry. When the full moon comes, I lose myself and become a monster who would kill anyone, even you."

"Do you think all werewolves should hate themselves?"

"Harry, I'm glad you're happy." Remus insisted and the tone of his voice made that a statement that was impossible to disbelieve. "I'm glad you don't hate yourself, I'm glad you're content with your life, but you've been raised by people who hold a false sense of superiority simply because of their lycanthropsy. It is a disease, Harry, not a gift, and very few people get pleasure from a disease."

"You see, in my eyes, this is simply another reason to dislike the wizarding world." Harry sighed with a shake of his head, sounding like a troubled parent tired of their wayward child's antics. "What sort of a society teaches their people to fear and hate a creature that has as much right to exist and be happy as any other creature? Werewolves can be good people, you and I are proof of that. And, perhaps, if you had lived your life as a werewolf rather than a wizard, you would see that transformed werewolves do have hearts, they do care and they do love and each and every one of them would fight to the death for their pack members. Can you really say the same thing about wizards?"

"There are many wizards and witches who would fight to the end for their friends and family. You're parents were two of them."

"I'm not denying that some do, I'm just saying that the majority wouldn't. You can't critisise werewolves unless you critisise humans as well, because each are as barbaric as the other, simply in different ways."

Remus studied the teenager opposite him for a long moment before a soft smile graced his face and he moved over to sit beside the boy on the sofa. "You're much brighter than I thought you'd be." He revealed gently, bringing a hand up to rest on Harry's shoulder. "Your parents would be so proud if they could see you now, especially your mother."

Harry smiled a little as well then before his expression turned quietly eager. "What were my parents like?" He queried. "Severus has told me a bit about them but I'd like to hear something from someone else's point of view."

Remus' smile grew into a happier one then, no doubt because of the change of subject and because of Harry's apparent interest in his parents. So, it was without further word that he launched into memories of his school years, when James and Lily Potter had been more than just names and had been his friends.

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"Harry."

The teenager paused at the sound of his name and turned to his Severus coming up behind him. The professor's presence was a little confusing for Harry, considering they had a lesson together that very night. What reason would the man have for speaking to him then, when he had just left Remus' rooms?

"Your lesson tonight with me is cancelled." Severus revealed simply upon reaching his student.

"What? Why?" Harry cried somewhat forlornly.

"There's somewhere I have to be."

Before Harry could question that any further, common sense pointed out Severus' manner and the fact the man had never had to cancel one of their lessons before. Severus was a Death Eater, wasn't he? He was a spy, but he was a Death Eater. Did that mean he was cancelling their lesson because he had a Death Eater thing to go to?

"Severus, is everything all right?" Harry asked somewhat anxiously.

The man offered a very slight quirk of the lips which was obviously completely forced. "Everything's fine."

The teenager returned the small quirk of the lips with one of his own, but neither were fooled. Everything wasn't fine and everything wouldn't be fine until tomorrow, when whatever it was Severus had to do was over.

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Although seeing Harry wandering around the school was becoming a somewhat regular sight for the students of Hogwarts, seeing Fenrir wander around was an extremely rare sight indeed. If he ever left the rooms he shared with the teenager, it was in the evening or at night so most/all students were under the curfew. It was because it was such a rare sight that everyone was staring at the Alpha and his mate as they moved through the school.

"Are you enjoying this?" Harry asked the adult suspiciously as they moved through the corridors under the amazed gazes of dozens of teenagers.

"What makes you ask that?" Fenrir queried, though there was clear amusement in his tone.

"You just look like you're having a good time, is all."

"Hmm, I was just wondering if they'd all still stare if I didn't have to wear this moth-eaten thing." The man revealed as he plucked at the material of the robe he was wearing.

"You're such an exibitionist." Harry said with a roll of his eyes before he noticed something up ahead of them, at the other end of the corridor. "Oh, look, there's Ron." He pointed out before he raised an arm to wave. "Hey Ron!" He called over to his friend.

His attention caught, the red head glanced over in their direction and waved back at Harry.

"Introduce me to him." Fenrir grunted suddenly.

Harry paused in his waving and turned to look at his Alpha, his arm half falling but still remaining slightly raised. "Why?"

"I don't need a reason."

"I suppose. It's just...You can be a little intimidating and I don't want you to scare him off...Wait a minute, that's not what you're going to do, is it?" The teenager demanded suspiciously.

It was Fenrir's turn to roll his eyes then. "You don't think much of me, do you?"

"I know you too well to think too much of you." Harry replied cheekily but nevertheless beckoned Ron over to come and join them.

The ginger haired teenager looked understandably apprehensive but he proved that he belonged in Gryffindor and started towards the two werewolves. When he reached them both, he seemed to make a point not to look anywhere in Fenrir's direction and instead looked down at the ground just in front of Harry's feet.

"Hey Harry." He mumbled in greeting.

"Afternoon." Harry said cheerfully. "Ron, I'd like you to meet my Alpha." He introduced, thinking it best not to mention a name at all.

"Uh...Nice to meet you...Sir." Ron said hesitantly, obviously unsure exactly how to address the intimidating adult.

The first word that entered Fenrir head at the sight of Ron was "pathetic". He really would never understand Harry's taste in friends; first Snape, and now this Ron loser. What was next? An insufferable, know-it-all mudblood? That Malfoy ponce? A house-elf? It didn't bear thinking about!

"Oh, is this Scabbers?" Harry's voice suddenly interrupted Fenrir's thoughts and the man looked to see the teenager was looking at the rat that was sitting on the red-head's shoulder.

"Uh, yeah, this is him. Want to hold him?" Ron offered slightly nervously.

"Sure." The smaller teenager agreed with a smile and carefully accepted the rodent as it was handed to him. However, upon bringing it closer to his body, his smile faded into something closer to confusion.

"Something the matter, Pup?" Fenrir grunted, noticing the change in expression.

"This rat..." Harry murmured before shooting Ron an apologetic look. "I don't mean to offend you but it doesn't really smell like a rat." He looked up at his Alpha then. "It smells more like a person than an animal to me."

Fenrir gave the rat a brief, critical look before he all but snatched it away form Harry. Ron was about to protest at the harsh treatment of his pet but wisely kept his mouth shut upon receiving a shake of the head from his friend. Together, the two teenagers watched the werewolf curiously sniff the struggling rat as he held the creature in the air by its tail. Then, up ahead of them, Severus came into view and Fenrir paused his sniffing to look over to the other man.

"Oi, Snape." Fenrir called over.

Severus stopped accordingly, but made no move to head over to them. He simply gave the Alpha an unimpressed, impatient glare.

"Since when has it been in the school rules that students can have Animaguses as familiars?"

"What are you talking about?" The professor asked with a confused frown.

Fenrir lifted up the struggling rat he still held by the tail in his right hand. "This rat isn't an animal, it's an Animagus."

Hearing that was finally enough to bring Severus over to them and also caught the attention of several other students in the immediate area. It was under the watch of the small audience that the Potions professor pulled his wand from out of his robes and flicked it in the rat's direction. Within mere seconds, the rat had grown into a rather fat and rather weedy looking man who couldn't have been older than Severus. The man landed on the floor with a loud thump and then seemed quite helpless to get off of his back.

"Pettigrew!" Severus gasped in shock.

Harry was abruptly grabbed around his waist and yanked off of his feet and held back protectively against Fenrir's chest. "So much for being dead." He muttered as he lifted his right leg and stood on the fat man's chest to stop him from getting up.

"Weasley," Severus said to the ginger haired teenager then. "Make yourself useful for once and go and alert the Headmaster of the situation at once."

Ron immediately gave a hurried nod before he sprinted off down the corridor in the direction towards Dumbledore's office.

Harry watched his friend leave before he turned his attention onto the two men with him. "I don't understand," he said with a frown. "Who is this guy?" He turned his head to address Fenrir then. "And how could he possibly be any danger to me? I could out-run him without even breaking a sweat."

Before either of the men could answer the boy's questions, Remus seemed to pop up beside Fenrir as if from no where. His eyes fell instantly on the sight of the man beneath the Alpha's foot and an expression of complete shock crossed his face. "Peter?" He gasped.

"Peter Pettigrew," Severus said to Harry then. "Appears to be the man who betrayed your parents. Unfortunately, it seems as though Sirius Black is innocent."

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End of Chapter 20.
Oooooooo! The drama! XD Now everyone knows Sirius is innocent, I don't think it'll be too long before he makes his first appearance in our little story.
I have so many ideas at the moment -.- An idea for a Kingsley/Harry fic came to my mind the other day which is completely distracting me from the winner of the previous vote. Why must the plot bunnies plague me so? XD

Review replies!

playmouse
I'm glad you're enjoying the story so much ^_^ Sorry though, there will be no mpreg in this story. I know there are fans of it (like yourself) but I just really can't stand it XD
And your English is wonderful ^_^ Wish I could speak a second language so well ^_^

Sirin Black
Now, now, a werewolf is for life, not just for...February? XD Okay, I totally didn't think that through before I typed it XD

Werewolf Mistress
I do believe one Dumbledore is enough in this story XD And Ron...He won't be as close a friend to Harry as he is in the books but he'll be a little more than a close acquaintance.

darkpyroangel06
I think people only like Hermione/Severus when they like Sev but they don't like slash. After all, who else are you going to put Severus with if you want him to be straight? XD
Remus will not be a bad guy (too many other bad guys around) so you're right, they will be friends eventually. And I love how you described Harry and Fenrir's relationship. They just are. That just sums it all up in my mind ^_^

The Siner
Aww, thank you, glad you thought so ^_^

Oh well, that's all from me for this time. 'Til next time everyone :)

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