A Lost Werewolf

Title: A Lost Werewolf

Description: Remus had a child years before Harry started Hogwarts but only now decided to bring her to Hogwarts as he was called back to teach during our boys’ seventh year. Sirius’s death isn’t permanent. R/S,H/D,R/Sev. R&R please!! Or no updates! M/M, Slash

Subcategory: Male/Male

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Obviously not mine… okay well if you don’t recognize it then it’s mine. Like Emi… she’s mine. And the concept to bring back those from the dead… if there is a mention of it then I haven’t done my work properly and I will correct that as soon as I can. But that isn’t for a while yet. Enjoy and hopefully I won’t be chased by crazy men in white suits. Oh, and no reviews mean no updates! 

A/N: First off, thank you once again Linwë for making me write AND for being the best beta a writer can ask for. Second off, the concept I am going to introduce in this story is strictly off-limits without written consent of both myself (The Squirrel) and my beta (Linwë-chan). Without our consent you may NOT under any circumstances use the concept. The use of this concept without consent will result in trashing of your story… nah, I won’t go that far. But seriously, this is, as far as I am aware, something that hasn’t been done and my beta (mostly) and I would like copyrights to it. Thank you all and please, enjoy!!

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-part three-

Harry leaned against the door to the girls bathroom on the third floor; Draco standing on the other side. Draco kept stealing glances at the young man standing only a door’s length away from him. “Hey, Harry, can I ask you something?” he asked, looking up to gauge the reaction he would get from his companion.

“You just did, Draco.” Harry replied, only paying attention because if he didn’t his mind would force him to think about what Ron had said. And his mind liked to agree that he was the cause of so many unnecessary deaths. “Did you want to ask me something else?”

“Yes you wise-ass.” Draco smirked, easily reading the unsettled expression on Harry’s face.

“Fine.”

“She is Sirius’ daughter, yes?” Draco regretted having to say Sirius’s name, especially at the flinch that crossed Harry’s features.

“Yea, though I don’t know how. I mean, there may be a spell or potion or a combination of the two that would allow two men to have a child that has characteristics and qualities of both involved without the necessity of one of them becoming pregnant.” Harry paused, let the thought sink in, and then shuddered as it finally clicked in his head. To his right Draco did the same. “I could go sifting through the library I guess. It’s quite ingenious when you think about such an idea.” Harry removed his glasses and looked at the ceiling thoughtfully.

Draco chewed on the concept as well; it really was ingenious when one thought about it. “I could ask father about such a thing. I’m sure he’d know something about it. Or if such an idea even existed.” Draco offered. “Or, you could ask him yourself you know. He doesn’t bite and he seemed to like you enough over the summer.”

“I could, I guess. I can even ask Sev if I so desired. Perhaps he’ll let me browse through his mini library to see if there’s anything on it,” Harry added.

“Anything on what?” Emi asked as she pushed the door open, effectively ending the conversation the two boys were having. One hand grasped the front paw of the shaggy stuffed animal that in Harry’s mind reminded him of Sirius in his Animagus form.

“Nothing important, Miss Emi. Did you wash your hands?” Draco asked, noticing that Emi kept them hidden as much as possible.

“I uhh yes! I washed them. All clean. Can we go do something fun?!” she blurted out; obvious to both young men that she hadn’t washed her hands.

“Hand over the dog and go wash your hands my dear. Wouldn’t do to have germs getting all over him now would it?” Harry held out his hand for the dog to be placed in.

Hesitantly, Emi released her death-like grip on the toy’s front paw and let the dog flop into Harry’s waiting hand. Only after clenching and unclenching her hand for a moment to get used to the feeling of the toy not being in her grasp did she spin on her heels and vanish back into the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to use soap dear!” Draco called through the door. He grinned and turned back to Harry, whose face turned ashen upon holding the toy. “What is it Harry?” Draco closed the distance between him and Harry and grasped Harry’s shoulders. “Harry! What is it?!”

“This isn’t a toy!” Harry yanked his glassy-eyed gaze from the supposed toy in his hand and stared wide-eyed at Draco. “This is a replica of Siri! He’s coursing through this thing. Somehow he is. Draco! Do you realize what this means?!” Harry’s face started to glow as thoughts poured in and around his head.

“What are you talking about Harry? It’s a toy. Alright I’ll admit it looks a hell of a lot like Sirius but that’s not in any way him! There is no possible way, Harry. You told me he fell through the veil and didn’t come out the other side. You said he was dead, Harry. How can you tell me he’s in this toy when you specifically told me he died? Gods Harry, I held that thing too and nothing! What makes you so sure?” Draco quipped; there was no way in the Nine Hells that Sirius Black was in this toy!

“What are you two shouting about now?” Emi poked her head out of the bathroom, content to let her guardians get any animosity out before she was in the way.

“Nothing!” Harry and Draco snapped in unison.

“Here Miss Emi, I need to go talk to your Uncle Sev for a minute about something important. I’ll catch up with you two later, okay?” Harry handed the Padfoot-look-alike – as his mind named the ‘toy’ – and sped off down the hall towards the dungeons without waiting for a reply.

“That was weird,” Emi commented only slightly confused. She had heard something about her plush toy not being a toy and the name Sirius had rung a bell deep in the recesses of her little mind. But, being the rambunctious child that she was, she dismissed the thought and turned to her remaining bodyguard. “Let’s do something. Teach me something cool!!”

“Like what, Miss Emi?” Draco replied, turning his full attention, or at least the forefront of his attention to the little girl.

“Magic! Tell me about… dragons! I wanna learn about dragons. Daddy said that I should find a weasel and ask them… Will or Barley or something I think it was.” Emi rambled as Draco led her to the library.

Draco chuckled. “First of all, it’s Weasley and second of all it was Charlie. He works with dragons in Romania last I heard.”

“Really?! Wow oh wow oh wowie wow wow!!! I wanna meet him! Can I? Can I?!” Emi danced around in front of Draco, her silky hair fluttering around her.

Draco laughed. “That may be a little harder than you think. First we’d have to find Ron and find out from him when Charlie will be back in London, and frankly Miss Emi, that’s a little harder than you would think. Especially since…”

“Isn’t Ron that stupid meanie red-head from before who made Harry upset?” Emi paused in her tuneless dance and faced Draco with her violet eyes glittering harshly.

“Uhh, yea. That was Ron… also known as the Flaming Weasel,” Draco answered with a trademark smirk. Sadly, said smirk was being adopted by Harry and the Gryffindor was making good use of it.

“He should be eaten by those dragons his brother works with. I didn’t like him at all. He made Harry all upset and I don’t like Harry being all upset.” Emi rambled on as she reached out for Draco’s hand. “You are worried about him, aren’t you? You seemed very concerned that he was so upset when the Flaming Weasel started to insult Harry,” Emi said softly, belying the childish mannerisms she exuded.

“Well, yes. I am actually. You see, Harry and Ron used to be best friends. As a matter of fact, Harry and I used be to the best rivals in Hogwarts until this past summer. He kind of was sent to live at the manor for a little while with my father and myself. We kind of bonded. You understand, yes?” Draco looked at the youth holding his hand and couldn’t help but relish that this girl looked to him for protection. It was kind of warming to know that he was needed for something.

Emi nodded. “So when you guys got back to school and weren’t fighting with each other Ron got jealous and started to abuse Harry verbally?”

“Yea, something like that. Ron seems to think that it was Harry’s fault his father got in the way and therefore got himself killed.” Draco snorted, obviously finding Ron’s anger at Harry misplaced.

“Ron’s daddy is dead?” Emi gripped her plush companion tighter and clutched Draco’s hand. “I don’t think I could live without my daddy…” Emi’s voice got quieter and her eyes focused on her feet. “Is it too early to go back to Daddy? I want to see Daddy again.”

“How about we wait for Harry to meet up with us and if he doesn’t show up before dinner then we will go find Daddy, okay?” Draco knelt in front of the little girl and smiled gently. “We can go look up stuff on dragons to pass the time. How does that sound?” Draco held out his arms to the girl.

Emi looked up and smiled faintly. She launched herself into Draco’s arms causing both to fall onto the floor laughing. “Sounds good!” She flashed a broad grin, her teeth sparkling.

Draco smiled back though in his head all he thought was, ‘Are they getting sharper or is that just my imagination?’

Emi crawled off of Draco, her plush dog in hand, and waited for her seventh year Slytherin guardian to get up. “Let’s go find the dragons!” She giggled and hopped further down the hall while Draco rose to his feet.

“Let’s go my dear.” Draco took hold of the girl’s hand and led her down the stone hallway to the library. In his mind he hopped Harry would find an answer to what he was looking for.

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Harry pounded down to the dungeons, convinced that Siri could be brought back to life. The only thing stopping him was the means of how to do that. Some of the younger students were pushed out of his way and Harry flipped them all the bird when they complained about the rough treatment.

Reaching his destination he shoved the door open and doubled over panting as he crossed the threshold. The class all glanced in his direction, as well as the professor, and he just glared at them all. Removing his glasses to rub his eyes he straightened and took a deep breath. “Professor I…” he attempted before being cut off.

“Mister Potter, I presume you have a good reason for barging in uninvited to my class?” Professor Snape sneered in his usual snarling manner.

“As a matter of fact, I think I do. I kind of need to ask you about a potion, but I’m not sure it actually exists. It’s more of a theory and I was wondering if you knew anything about it.” Harry spilled in one breath, breathing deeply to calm his heart.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait until after my class, now won’t you?” Snape snarled, though the idea that Harry was actually asking about a potion was an intriguing one.

“Professor, it’s really important. I don’t think you understand the depth of how important this is!” Harry stepped into the room, pausing only to close the door behind him. “To be honest I…”

“Honesty would be a good attribute for you to try expressing, Mister Potter. It would most likely do you some good to be honest more often,” Snape snapped, wondering why Harry was still persisting so forcefully.

“It’s two different potions. Two different theories but I need you to help me figure out if they’re plausible and, if they are plausible, how to find a counter-potion for one. Once I figure out the first I’ll be content but the second one needs a counter-potion in order for it to be what I think it is.” Harry pushed further; he desperately needed Snape’s assistance. “If you can’t help me then please can you inform Mr. Malfoy that I need use of his library?”

“You can ask Mr. Malfoy yourself. You see him every…” Snape was extremely intrigued but couldn’t do anything for another hour. Damn Harry and his timing.

“Not Draco, Lucius. I need to speak with either you or Lucius on this matter. Both of you have extensive materials on potions, though I had thought yours held a slightly better selection since you are the potions master and he isn’t. But besides that I’m sure he could help at least organize my theories.”

Snape took a deep breath and massaged his temples with his long fingers. “This way, Mister Potter.” He held out a tiny dish with Floo Powder in it. “You had best inform me of these theories in detail when you return, Harry.” Snape hissed into Harry’s ear. “Be back no later than 10:30 tonight. If you aren’t then I will be forced to give you detention.” Snape gave Harry a warning look but beneath it jealousy and a hint of pride lingered. Who would have guessed that Harry would have such an understanding about who had the better selection when it came to potions?

“Thank you, Professor.” Harry took a pinch of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. “Malfoy Manor.” He smiled tightly and leapt into the green flames that licked around the fireplace.

Snape placed the dish back on the mantel and returned to his class. Thoughts filled his head and he seriously wished he could have helped Harry instead of sending him to Lucius. If only he could tell his class to vanish. But doing that meant that Dumbledore would become curious. And a curious Dumbledore wasn’t exactly what Snape wanted to deal with. With a glance back at the fireplace Snape realized that Harry didn’t even want Dumbledore knowing at all.

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PREVIEW!!!! Next chapter will have the theories laid out on the table… and what’s this!? Lucius is being pleasant!?!? We’ll find out next chapter!! ^_^