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: Well then, sorry for the long delay but here it is; the next part in the story. A little morning make-out session… and a new character! Yea, he’s mine too so NO STEALING MY WOLF! Anywho, hope y’all enjoy this and as always, please review.

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-part five-

Wrapped in the un-penetrating darkness that could only be found in the dungeons of Hogwarts and black silk sheets, Harry and Draco lay tangled in each others’ limbs sleeping peacefully. Now, they had done that over the summer, had even gone so far as to have little morning make-out sessions before heading to their respective showers and readying themselves for a new day. And they had even discussed the possibility of having sex with one another but always cringed at the realization that they would have to eventually tell Lucius that they were sexually active and that would lead to lectures about protection and safety as well as silencing spells… and neither boy seemed intent on that little detail. They already knew lubricating, silencing, protection and even a few pleasuring spells… it was all a matter of growing the balls to take that next step.

But that was over the summer. That was within the protection of an ex-Death Eater turned spy who knew how to keep Voldemort at bay. That was before visions and nightmares had returned ten-fold to attack Harry’s mind. But even within the walls of Hogwarts, Harry didn’t feel safe. With the entirety of Gryffindor against him, Dumbledore not doing anything to assist him, and keeping up appearances with his supposed rivalry with Draco, Harry was needless to say worn-out and slowly losing his grip on things.

Back to now, with Harry sleeping peacefully within the arms of one, Draco Malfoy. Draco yawned and tried to roll over onto his left side, as he was becoming quite uncomfortable in his current position – even in his sleep he is a picky bastard. Needless to say, he found that his arms was not only trapped beneath something but was also showing signs of no circulation with the tell-tale tingling sensation lancing up and down his right arm. He opened one silvery-gray eye and glared at the offending object, not remembering that he and Harry had fallen asleep in each other’s arms the night before. “Ger’off! Tha’s mine!!” he slurred as he struggled to sit up and free his right arm at the same time. “I said tha’s mine now ger’off!!!” he tugged once more and flopped back onto the bed with his freed arm tingling like mad.

The offending object, also known as a sleeping Harry, opened a deep green eye and watched as Draco whimpered about the pins-and-needles going up and down his arm. Harry opened his other eye and propped himself up on his elbow, a grin spreading across his face. “You know, you are too cute when you do that Drakie.” Harry’s grin became mischievous as he watched dawning appear on Draco’s face.

“Only you would think that Wonder-Boy. Only you,” Draco replied as he realized he was caught acting like a little child… again.

“Of course, Drakie. Who else would ever catch you acting like that, hmm?” Harry sat up and started to crawl towards Draco, putting the other boy in defense-mode.

“Only you…” Draco sneered half-sleepily as he watched Harry predatorily approach him. He hated being the prey. “What are you doing?” he squeaked and started to back away from Harry.

“Only stalking my prey,” Harry replied off-handedly and continued to stalk Draco across the bed.

“I figured that much but why-!” Draco squeaked as he fell off the side of the bed, landing with a noticeable thud on the carpet covered floor. Needless to say, there was wood flooring beneath the shaggy black rug that surrounded the bed for a foot on each side. “Ow…” Draco whined from the floor. “You’re so gonna pay for that if it bruises!” Draco scrambled to his knees and propped his head on the side of the bed. “OY!” Harry had curled up in the middle of the bed, contentedly purring in his sleep with a playful smile on his lips.

“Seriously love, just crawl back into bed, it’s six in the morning and save you, Merlin, even I don’t get up this early.” Harry murmured as he stretched to take up a good portion of the bed.

Draco snorted but climbed back into the bed, shoving Harry out of the way before snuggling back under the comforter. “Pain in my ass… you know that? That’s what you are; a huge pain in my ass!” Draco snarled grumpily and turned his back to Harry.

Harry shifted and watched Draco. A smile played at his lips and he crawled closer to Draco, spooning up behind him on top of the blankets. “But I’m so amusing,” Harry murmured into Draco’s ear, flicking his tongue out to lick the shell. Draco shuddered beneath him. “Problems?” Harry continued to lick the ear that was directly in front of him while blowing hot air across it.

“Do you mind?” Draco grumbled, getting frustrated in more ways than one. He fussed with the sheets that had tangled around him and flipped over so he was facing his tormentor. “You told me to go back to sleep so why are you teasing me!?” Draco whined, clearly unhappy with the turn of events.

“No, I don’t mind as a matter of fact. You can go to sleep; I’m not stopping you in the slightest!” Harry grinned and closed the gap between his lips and Draco’s. His eyes flickered shut and he pecked Draco politely on the lips. “”Go to sleep…” Harry sung, before humming the rest.

“Don’t sing or hum and don’t start something without finishing!” Draco kissed Harry’s lips passionately, effectively ceasing the humming. Harry smiled into the kiss. He was quite sure that Draco knew by now that Harry was an early riser. Draco pulled back and stared at Harry’s face. “Beautiful…” he murmured before Harry kissed him again.

The two battled for dominance as Draco fussed with the sheets that still refused to relent their hold on his body and as Harry maneuvered himself so he was hovering over Draco’s trapped form, neither one breaking the kiss. Draco pulled away and gasped for air. “Did you charm the sheets Harry?” Draco hissed, still unable to detangle himself.

“Not at all, you just squirm too much.” Harry grinned but pushed himself up and helped Draco free from the sheets. He did in fact charm them to tangle around Draco, but he knew that he would have his way this morning. Once the sheets had been removed Draco attacked Harry’s bare chest with kisses and nips. Harry realized he was wrong but let himself fall to the ministrations that Draco was all too keen on acting upon.

A knock on the door disturbed their playful antics. Draco snarled at whoever dared to interrupt but Harry just chuckled. “Who the bloody hell is it!?” Draco stormed to the door and yanked it open, revealing Pansy Parkinson.

“Hi Draco,” Pansy cooed and tried to step into the room. Harry took the hint and scampered around the room until he was pretty sure he had grabbed all his clothes and darted for the bathroom. “Who’s in there with you? Move please.” Pansy shoved her way into the room, leaving a nervous and barely dressed Draco in the doorway. Draco sighed heavily and moved towards the armoire to slip into a robe of some sort. Not that he minded being this naked in front of Pansy but the fact that he had a hard on wasn’t boding too well with him.

“What do you want woman?” Draco sneered, his mask falling back into place. Pansy skipped towards the bed and sat down, looking around the room. Draco noticed Harry’s glasses sitting on the night table and his eyes widened in a panic. He quickly made his way towards the table and hoped that he snatched them before Pansy could see them. “I’m waiting!”

“Is it a crime to want to see my darling Draco in the morning? I just wanted a good morning kiss sweetie.” Pansy looked up at him with glittering eyes. Draco flinched.

“It is now! GET OUT!” He angrily pulled her off the bed and shoved her towards the door. “OUT! OUT! OUT! GET OUT!! Salazar!!!” Draco shoved Pansy out the door and glared at the snoozing portrait above his door. “HELLO!? Earth to the sleeping wizard!! WAKE UP!”

“You’re cranky this morning Draco sweetie.” Pansy sniffled from the floor where she had fallen. She stared at Draco with tears in her eyes, unwilling to give up on getting the kiss she wanted. She clambered to her feet and attempted once again to receive her kiss.

“SALAZAR!” Draco screeched at the portrait. “GET OFF ME WOMAN!” Draco struggled with Pansy, forcibly straining to keep the unwanted vermin away from him. The inhabitant shifted, snorted, and blinked open his dark eyes wearily.

“Yes Mister Malfoy? And I do hope this is worth waking me up.” Salazar yawned and took in the surrounding area, seeing Pansy on the floor and Draco wearing nothing but a robe, that sadly did little to hide the hard on he had.

“I do not want her EVER approaching this door again. EVER!” Draco growled and glared threatening at the girl who was rubbing her head and glaring daggers at Draco.

“Of course; you realize you could simply set-up a charm or two to keep unwanted people away from the door.” Salazar replied coolly, watching the young male Slytherin stare at him in amazement.

“You’ve gone bonkers! This is Slytherin House we’re talking about. They’d break through them without a problem!”

“Do you doubt your talents that easily? Or perhaps you could ask a certain *cough* Gryffindor to assist you.” Salazar implied.

Draco started, stopped, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “You … you … you know!?” Draco swallowed hard. “GET LOST PARKINSON!!! NOW!!!” Pansy huffed and stormed down the stairs and sat in the common room, intent on waiting for Draco.

“Of course I know! How else do you think you two got back into your room last night? Speaking of which, so you know, I did try to keep him out of your rooms but he retaliated with simple logic. Either you two slept in the Potions classroom or you slept peacefully in your bed. I assume you agree with my decision?”

Draco nodded and murmured a “thank you” before retreating back into his rooms to find Harry perched on the made bed. “Bugger, stupid cunt wanted a good morning kiss! Can you believe that!?” Draco stomped over to the bed and handed Harry his glasses. He flopped onto the bed himself and stared at the ceiling.

“I can as a matter of fact ‘cause I want one, too. Granted, I know I’m gonna get one so there’s no reason for you to fight me.” Harry smiled and crawled on top of Draco, trapping him against the bed. He leaned down to kiss him and would have succeeded if the alarm hadn’t gone off.

Both boys glared at the offending object with disdain. “You should get back to Gryffindor tower.” Draco whispered as Harry pulled away slowly.

“I should shouldn’t I?” he climbed off Draco’s lap and made his way towards the desk to grab the book he borrowed from the library. “Guess we’ll talk about this later huh?” he pointed to the book before walking towards the fireplace.

“Fuck it.” Draco leapt off the bed and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, twisting him around to kiss him hard. He pulled away and looked at Harry. “You’ll walk out with me. If any one gives us a hard time I’ll hex them into the middle of next year.” He kissed Harry once more before spinning around to get dressed.

“Are you sure about that? I mean, keep in mind we’re supposed to hate each other remember?” Harry’s features switched between happy to nervous in less time it took for Draco to slip out of the robe and get dressed, which for Draco to do in less than ten minutes was truly something.

“Well? Let’s go! Forget your books; we have Potions first so you can run up to the tower after class. C’mon!” Draco pecked Harry on the cheek and walked out of the room. Harry followed resolutely and kept his head down. “Uh oh…” Draco hissed and reached for his wand.

“Took you long enough Draco,” Pansy crooned as she looked around the back of the couch to watch Draco’s approach. “And who is this; the mystery lover that you were so desperate to keep a secret from us?” Pansy giggled and the scattered sixth and seventh years snickered with her.

“Sweet Salazar girl, do you not know when to shut your god-forsaken trap and leave well enough alone?” Draco snarled, effectively sending the majority of the sixth years running for the door.

“Obviously not, so who is it? I’m not stupid Draco. I know you don’t wear glasses so if it’s Scar-head I’m gonna hex him.” Pansy rose from the couch and reached for her wand. Behind Draco Harry smirked; this was not what he was expecting when he woke up this morning but damn it all he was more than willing to test a few wandless spells.

“It doesn’t concern you Pansy so put that away and shove off.” Draco sneered; knowing that if given the opportunity Harry would hex the girl and it would all be over.

“It concerns us all who our Sex God is fucking with, ‘specially if it’s Pothead!” a seventh year retaliated.

Draco grimaced at the pet name the Slytherins had given him. He didn’t sleep around that much! “Bullocks! Stand down woman and let me out.” Draco glared at Pansy. Behind him Harry tensed.

“Not without a morning kiss,” Pansy said coyly. She grinned victoriously and lowered her wand.

“Not if I have any say in this.” Harry flicked his hand in the air and sent Pansy flipping over the back of the couch, landing on the far side with a loud thud. He grinned darkly at the rest of the onlookers in the room, all of whom were shocked and gaping like fish out of water. “Anyone else?” They all shook their heads quickly from side to side and created a path to the door.

“BASTARD!” Pansy stood from behind the couch and aimed her wand at Harry’s retreating back. “That was uncalled for and just because you’re you I am so gonna hex you into oblivion!” With that said, she spout out innumerous hexes ranging from the Conjunctivitis Curse to Densaugeo, without pausing between each one.

Harry avoided each curse with ease, sending them upon the other Slytherin students in the room and rising once Pansy was out of breath. He chuckled and sent a Bat-Bogey Hex flying her way, sending her into a fit of screams as the hex manifested itself. “Shall we Draco?” Harry smiled brightly and waved a hand at the door.

“Indubitably.” The two laughed at the expense of the other students and made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. Once they were within hearing range the two glared at each other and once again resumed their act of school rivals.

“Merlin, Malfoy! Do you always have to have a dead ‘coon stuck up your ass?” Harry snarled and shoved Malfoy behind him and stormed to the Gryffindor table. “Don’t ask,” was all he said to the millions of eyes that asked him the same question and he began to eat. Draco snickered and sat down at the Slytherin table and followed Harry’s lead; ignore the stares and eat. The only thought running through his head, aside from images of Pansy under the Bat-Bogey Hex and the knowledge that the youngest Weasley wasn’t the only one to cast a nasty hex, was ‘what the bloody fuck is a ‘coon!?’

~*~In Potions Class~*~

“Seriously Malfoy, you make it sound like I don’t know what I’m doing!” Harry scowled at his Potion’s partner for the billionth time since the double Potions class started… twenty minutes ago. Emi sat to the side, watching the bickering with confusion crossing her tired features. For a child she was very sleepy in the morning.

“Well sorry for not wanting to fail yet another potion because of your incompetence and lack of skill!” Draco scowled back. Needless to say their bickering was gradually gaining the attention of everyone else in the room, including their professor. And oddly enough said professor seemed to sigh heavily before taking action.

“The only reason we fail time and again is because you can’t read directions. Therefore the potion gets botched! I know exactly what I’m doing!” Harry growled as he slammed the flask of Armadillo bile on the table. His green eyes, though haunted by nights of nightmares and visions, seared through Draco’s gray ones.

“That’s rich Potter. You don’t know shit about what we’re supposed to be doing! Merlin, Harry! It’s only because Snape forced these pairings do I even bother with you!” Draco sneered, triumph clear across his face. ‘Ha,’ he thought, ‘I finally bested Potter at his own game of who gets the last word!’

“Is that so?” The challenge was no longer present in Harry’s eyes – or his voice – as he turned towards the cauldron. They now had less than an hour and a half to finish the Wit-Sharpening Potion and Harry was just as inclined not to fail as Draco was.

“Damn straight that’s so Potter! Now move over so I can fix your mess… again!” Draco shoved Harry out of the way and started the potion. He wasn’t truly upset with Harry, quite the opposite really. It was only for appearances. As far as the rest of Hogwarts knew Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were enemies to rival Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort. With the exception of perhaps half of the Slytherin House who was in the Common Room that morning. He even knew that he had to be careful about what he said. Harry was emotionally strained lately due to the hardships of some of his so-called “friends” as well as the constant torture from the Dark Lord.

Harry stumbled into the stool behind the work station and lowered his gaze. 'Draco’s right. He’s only dealing with me because Snape paired us up together. Why did I even think he was serious? Stupid, stupid, stupid boy!!' Harry looked up into the piercing and knowing eyes of his professor. 'Shit. He’s gonna makes us stay after class… or maybe just me. Perhaps I should stay in Gryffindor tower despite the complete insanity that goes on in there…'

“Mister Potter!” Snape’s voice cut through Harry’s thoughts without a problem. Then again who could ignore his voice when he sounded so cold and uncaring?

“Yes, Professor?” Harry murmured. It wasn’t that he was trying to look like a pathetic weakling – which he wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination – he just didn’t realize that what he thought about him and Draco… best not think about it.

“Help your partner or you both will have fifteen points docked as well as detention tonight at seven.” Severus sharply glared at Harry, knowing by the look he was getting, Harry would reply with either “Yes sir” or a challenging glare. What he got was… nothing. Harry just sat on the stool and stared dully at his professor. “Mister-”

“I’m sorry professor but may I please be excused? I will make up the potion as well as provide you with a parchment on the qualities of it tonight. I just… I…” Harry’s face contorted in pain as a vision from Voldemort cut through his mind. The maniacal laughter and the dying screams of many filled his head. Now, just a little note, Harry never said he was untouchable. As a matter of fact, Voldemort was the only one who could get such a pained reaction out of Harry nowadays. It wasn’t that Draco wasn’t trying hard enough, it was simply that Draco didn’t possess the abilities to torment Harry’s mind as Voldemort did.

By this point nearly everyone’s cauldron, with the exception of Hermione’s, was bubbling over and ruined due to the commotion Harry had stirred. Murmured “Sheesh Potter”’s and “Stupid git”’s reached his ears though they didn’t penetrate past the screaming.

“I’m sorry.” Harry lurched from his seat, pale and sweating, and fled from the room. “This isn’t good, this isn’t good, THIS ISN’T GOOD!!” Harry stumbled down the hallway and raced up the stairs to the front entrance of the building. “Snape’ll have a shit-fit, Draco’ll never understand, Dumbledore won’t do a thing and I’m gonna pass out from this vision!” Harry stormed out of the castle and raced to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He rushed headlong into the trees and twisted and turned until he came to a small clearing.

During the end of their first month back at school that Harry had taken flight during Charms class and found himself in what he called the Eden buried beneath the ash and debris of Earth in the Forbidden Forest. It was there that he had also found the most intelligent animal ever, Kourga, the large wolf with exceptional gold eyes and an insight and understanding for human beings. Harry had stumbled into the clearing that Kourga had made his home in and after apologizing profusely for disturbing the creature was greeted quite unexpectedly. Kourga had stood on his hind paws and licked Harry’s cheek. Since then Harry had made it a point to visit the canine whenever he could.

He wasn’t stupid. As a matter of fact he was quite a smart wizard to have come to this clearing. Not that anyone else knew of his coming there except the large wolf that was lounging by the little stream. He collapsed on a rock and dug the heels of his hands into his temples, praying for the self-inflicted physical pressure to lessen the pain of the vision. With a whimper the sight faded and he folded in on himself.

The wolf swiveled its head and stared at its companion. The wolf knew Harry and vice versa Harry knew the wolf. “Hey Kourga,” Harry whispered from behind his hands. The wolf stood up and walked towards Harry, nudging his arms away to put his paws on Harry’s lap.

‘Hello Harry,’ Kourga replied. ‘Another vision keeping you from falsely claiming sanity?’ Kourga questioned knowingly. He was a highly intelligent wolf, having befriended some of the greatest wizards in his time.

“Yea, but that’s not all of my problems.” Harry confided in the canine, running his hands through Kourga’s silky fur. The fact that Kourga understood him reminded him of another canine that was rudely taken from him. Kourga leaned into the touch and cocked his head waiting for Harry to explain. “Draco and I had an argument in Potions again but this time he said he was only bothering with me because Snape paired us up together. I know he didn’t realize he said that but it hurt to hear those words come out of his mouth. Especially since he knows how easy it is to upset my emotional balance. It’s not my fault I’m like that…”

‘No it isn’t. If anything it’s your relatives’ faults. The way they never showed you any love, and hurt you so much… if I had known you then I would have given them a fright they’d be begging to do everything for you.’ Kourga bared his razor sharp teeth in a wolfish grin. It got Harry to smile.

“I know but there’s nothing you or I can do about it now. I’ll be facing Tom any point in the near future and depending on whether I die or not will depend on what I do after the battle.” Harry’s eyes unfocused as he gazed in front of him at the rippling water of the stream. “You’ll stay with me right, Kourga? After the battle I mean, if I win?”

Kourga stared at his human companion with his unusually golden eyes. ‘You will win Harry and you know that I will stay with you.’ He stretched his neck and licked Harry’s cheek to pull the young man away from unhappy thoughts. ‘Besides, that old windbag doesn’t stand a chance against you. And don’t you dare say otherwise!’ Kourga pushed himself off of Harry’s lap and sat on the ground in front of the boy, resting his head on Harry’s knee.

Harry smiled gently at the wolf and scratched Kourga behind the ears; Kourga really liked that a lot. “Yea, you’re right.”

‘Of course I am! I am Kourga the Knowledgeable!’ Kourga replied with another fang-baring grin.

“Oh really? I thought you were just Kourga the Childish.” Harry giggled as Kourga snorted at the name. “Oh come on Kourga! You know I’m only joking with you right? Kourga!” Harry jumped off the rock and tailed the wolf as he turned away from Harry and plopped himself on the bank of the stream. Harry settled on the ground next to him, sullen again. “I walked out in the middle of Potions again.” Harry said softly.

‘Severus won’t be too happy when you go back inside.’ Kourga replied, gazing at the water.

“I know, I just needed to get out of there I guess. The pressure of the vision, Draco’s words, Snape’s tone, the dungeons… I don’t know. I guess it was too much for me to take.” Harry placed one hand on Kourga’s head and gazed at the water as well.

‘Perhaps. Or perhaps you were just looking for a reason to talk things through and now you’re blaming your classmates, your professors, your classes and your enemies.’

“I guess. Or maybe I just wanted to see you.”

‘Maybe… though I imagine you were right in the first place and everything is beginning to become too much for you to handle without having a mental breakdown.’ Kourga shifted and scratched at a flea that had decided to bite him. He settled back down and Harry resumed his petting. ‘Whatever the case is you know you can always confide in me.’

“Thanks Kourga. It means a lot.” Harry said quietly as he snaked his arms around the wolf’s neck and hugged him.

Kourga nuzzled into Harry’s hair and growled gently. ‘You realize you are going to have to talk to Draco right? And your professor? Perhaps explain that you were having one of those visions again; maybe he’ll understand and take some sort of pity on you.’

“I don’t want his pity. I just want this war to be over. And I want to disappear somewhere with you by my side protecting me.” Harry said sharply. Kourga just snorted.

‘You should head back soon. I think I hear someone calling you.’

Harry sighed and hugged the wolf once more before getting up and turning towards the nearly impossible to find gap between the two trees that allows anyone to enter this clearing. “I’ll talk to you later Kourga. Thanks for listening.” With that Harry walked out of the clearing and made his way back to the castle, unwilling to face what waited for him.

Harry emerged from the Forbidden Forest and found not only Snape and Draco looking for him but the little Emi. “I found him! I found him!” Emi charged at him from the side of Hagrid’s hut, the Padfoot-look-alike dangling from her hand and leapt into his arms. “I found you!” She giggled and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Harry, refusing to let him go. “I found you, Harry.” She calmed down and snuggled against the side of Harry’s neck, continually whispering that she had found him.

“Mister Potter! You dare to walk out of my class once again without an explanation!” Snape yelled as he drew closer; Draco ran past him, concern written clearly across his features.

“I didn’t mean it Harry! I didn’t! Gods I’m so sorry!” Draco stopped in front of Harry panting and begging for forgiveness.

Harry smiled at Draco and held tightly to the little girl in his arms. “You did find me, Miss Emi. And rest assured, I won’t ever leave you okay?” The child nodded against his neck and sniffled once. “As for you Draco, it’s not your fault. I just overreacted. Really, it’s okay.”

Draco smiled broadly. Behind him Snape cleared his throat. “Well isn’t this sweet? An explanation, Mister Potter, would be nice.” Snape sneered at his student before seeing something he could have done without seeing.

Harry thought hard and locked eyes with his professor. The summer had done wonders. With a quick spell he reproduced the vision, without the pain, and shared it with his professor, faintly acknowledging the shock registering on the older man’s face. The vision ended and Snape struggled to regain a normal breathing pattern. “I think that explains itself, sir. Now, I believe I have a parchment on the Wit-Enhancing potion to write as well as a class to get to. Do you wish to tag along Miss Emi?” Harry said rapidly, giving his professor as good a chance to speak as Draco had at suddenly growing the balls to confront his father about the growing relationship between them.

“Yes please.” Emi whispered and held tighter to Harry. For whatever reason she didn’t want to let go, not that Harry particularly minded. Having her in his arms gave him something to keep him occupied with and otherwise content.

“Well, then, I have to get to Transfigurations, McGonagall is sure to be upset if I’m later than usual.” He nodded to both Snape and Draco and turned back to the castle. “As for you Miss Emi, mind loosening the death grip a bit? I can’t breathe.”

Emi loosened her hold but kept herself wrapped about him. “How come Daddy doesn’t want me spending time with him this week?” Emi whispered quietly, hearing Draco’s rapid footsteps as he sought to catch up with the two of them.

Harry pondered the question and thought of the moon cycle. The full moon was rapidly approaching, due to arrive the next night. “Perhaps he isn’t feeling well and doesn’t want you to get sick.” His mind however told him that it was because of the werewolf curse that he was making himself indisposed.

“He does this every month, Harry. He hides away from me, leaving me with someone else for a week or so. Is daddy dying?” The little girl pulled back sharply and stared deeply into Harry’s emerald eyes with her shocking violet orbs.

“Of course not. Don’t be silly!” Harry smiled sweetly and was relieved when Emi returned the smile, baring her seemingly sharper fangs. ‘I really need to speak to Remus about that,’ Harry thought.

“Hey, Harry,” Draco interrupted, placing a hand on Harry’s arm and watched as Emi snuggled against his neck once more. “I grabbed that book you borrowed from the library.” Draco shifted the items in his bag around and pulled out the mentioned book. “How about we take a look at this spell of yours after Transfigurations? I’m sure Flitwick would understand if we just skipped class.” Draco grinned.

Harry chuckled but shook his head. “Tonight, Draco. You, me, Sev and your father will sit down and discuss it. I am bound to forget something which your father could fill in and you and Sev need to know.” He sighed heavily and shifted the youth in his arms. “Besides, I really need to find Remus after Transfigurations. With the full moon this week I really think we ought to know if our precious angel here is in fact inflicted with the same curse he is.”

“What curse Harry?” Emi asked curiously as she lifted her head to look at him. “You said Daddy wasn’t dying! What curse!?”

“Hush, little angel. He isn’t dying.” Draco cooed. He flicked a glance at Harry, who, for the first time since after he ran out of class, was at a loss for words.

“What curse!?” Emi raised her voice, thinking that Harry didn’t hear her the first and second time.

“That’s something you need to ask Daddy.” Harry started to explain, shushing Emi before she could remind him that Remus didn’t want her around this week for her own safety. “I am going to talk to him this afternoon, so don’t you worry. I’ll take care of everything.” That said he kicked the door open and walked through the portal. “I wonder what McGonagall will say when I don’t have my books.”

“Something like, ‘Potter! Unprepared again!?’” Draco mimicked in his best impression of the Head of Gryffindor House.

“Nicely done Mister Malfoy, but I would say something more like five points from Gryffindor, Potter. Go get your things and hurry back. I would also like to speak to you after class, understood?” Professor McGonagall intoned from behind the two boys.

“Yes ma’am. Why don’t you stay here with…” Harry tried to detach Emi but ended up choking as the child revived the death grip around his neck. “Alright, alright! You can come up to the tower with me. We’ll be back Professor!” Harry walked down the hall and vanished around a corner. Draco chuckled nervously but slipped into the classroom without a warning and took his seat while checking to make sure he was, in fact, on time.

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A/N: again, sorry for the delay and I do hope you all enjoyed this. I plan on having the next chapter out shortly. Please sate my muse and review!!!