Together

Remus woke up a few days later after the test he had to endure. Looking around, he noticed he was in the pack’s cave. All around him werewolves like him, some that he had known since he was little, were sleeping in beds of animal fur much like his. Light was starting to peak into the darkness of the cave. Smiling, Remus went back to sleep only to be awakened a few hours later by Greyback.

“Get up. It’s time to go hunting,” Greyback growled as he thew the animal skin blanket off Remus.

Remus sat up quickly. He blinked owlishly before getting dressed into the clothes laid out for him. Running after the other dominants of the pack, he braced himself for killing animals. Never being a killer though he was a dominant, he never hurt a fly. Literally.

They hunted for an hour before finally catching two bucks. It wouldn’t have taken so long if Remus wasn’t so inexperienced. But in the end he managed to help kill the second buck and carried it back to the cave with the others.

They ate the meat of the deer raw which disgusted Remus greatly. After trying it he found he liked thanks to being a werewolf. And also thanks to being a werewolf, he didn’t get sick from eating raw meat that would have otherwise given him food poisoning.

Remus smiled as he ate. It had been so long since he’d been part of the pack. Belonging felt so good.

Eating was a quiet affair. Nobody spoke until afterwards. Once breakfast was over Remus got a chance to catch up with friends he hadn’t seen since he was just a pup and got to meet members that were turned or born after he left. It was nice having friends that didn’t keep watching you to make sure you weren’t doing anything wrong just because he was what he was.

“So, how was it with the wizards? What made you decide to come back,” asked Remus’s old friend, Isabella.

Remus frowned. “I thought it would be better with wizards. Albus told me so. But they were always watching and always suspicious. My adopted godson left his relatives. Probably to join the man he was destined to kill.” Remus stopped suddenly. His eyes widened. “Which would make the prophecy void!”

To Dumbles…

Dumbledore was furious. His werewolf left him! After all he did for him the mutt left him.

He called for McGonagall to come to his office. After waiting ten minutes he figured she wasn’t coming. Getting angry again he called again. Then he realized that she was at her sister’s for the rest of summer holiday. She’d be back in two days.

And another problem popped into his mind. Potter had yet to return and time was almost up. Two days, he had just two days to find the boy before everybody knows that he completely screwed up. That boy better let himself be found.

Then Dumbledore got an idea. If he didn’t turn up at his relatives by tomorrow he would use an illegal dark tracking charm. It was illegal and dark because it used someone’s blood to find said person. He was sure Poppy would have a sample of Potter’s blood as she did the rest of the students.

Grinning, Dumbledore planned on what to do tell the boy after he obliviated his memories from his stay with Voldemort.

To Slytherin Manor…

Casual touches, kisses, and caresses every now and then were all Harry and Tom ever did. His instincts were screaming at him to mate but he honestly didn’t think Tom was ready. Sure he was ready, but he didn’t want to push. Looking around he noticed that right next to him Ali watching with interest.

“Hello?” Harry said nervously.

“Hey!” Ali chirped with a big grin on her face.

Harry stared at her for a moment thinking she’d continue. Finally he said, “What do you want?”

Still grinning Ali replied, “I want to know if you want me to train you.”

“There’s only two days until the start of term.”

“Just tell me if you want me to train you or not.”

Eying her wearily, Harry replied, “Um… I guess. Sure. Now tell me how you plan on doing that.”

Smiling mysteriously she just said, “You’ll see.”

Ali walked from the library they were in. Walking over to a couch across the room, he sat down with a sigh. Why did she have to be so vague and mysterious?

Tom was sitting in the living room just staring into the fire, thinking. He needed to do something about is looks. Maybe Severus knew of a potion that restored one’s looks? Only thing to do is ask.

“Wormtail!” he called.

A minute later the pathetic man came in. “Y-yes m-master?”

“Come here,” Tom demanded.

Knowing what was needed of him, Wormtail went to stand in front of his lord while rolling up the sleeve on his left arm. Without another word Tom touched the mark there with his wand while thinking of Severus. A few minutes later an audible ‘pop’ could be heard coming from the foyer. A few seconds later Severus entered the room.

He tried to bow and kiss the hem of his master’s robes but Tom would have none of it. Severus looked at him with a questioning look.

“I have called you here because I wish to know if there is a potion that restores one’s youthful appearance. Is there such a thing Severus?” Tom asked.

Severus thought for a moment before answering. “There is one potion, a restorative draught, which restores the looks and powers of the person from when they were in their prime. It is complicated and takes two months to brew, not to mention some of the potion ingredients are rare.”

“Make it as soon as you can,” Tom hissed.

Severus bowed and walked into the foyer so he could apparate back to the gates of Hogwarts. The ‘pop’ was heard once more, signaling that Severus had apparated back.

Perfect. Soon he would have his looks back and would be more then willing to complete the mating bond with Harry. Right now, he just had low self esteem. He also had to find Harry. Though the boy was seventeen, he still needed to finish his education. They needed to figure out what to do about Harry going back to Hogwarts.

A few minutes later he found Harry in the library reading the book ‘Gruesome Dark Arts Curses: Not for the Faint of Heart’ by Tilly Maeson. Smiling, Tom snuck up on the younger man.

“An interesting book is it not?” Tom said suddenly, startling Harry who was to engrossed with the book to realize anybody was sneaking up on him.

Looking up with wide eyes Harry saw only Tom.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Harry said indignantly.

Tom chuckled. “I was wanting to know how you planned on going to Hogwarts this year when, no doubt, Dumbledore will think you’ve gone and joined me. Which is true but beside the point.”

Harry smiled smugly. “I’ve got the perfect idea. He has an alarm in his office that tells him if I’ve went further from the house then the Little Winging so I’ll doubt he went to interrogate my relatives. I’ll just tell him that I was sent to live with Aunt Margie for the summer. I’ll have to go back to my relatives tomorrow though.”

Tom stared wide eyed at him. He’d thought of a plan already? “Sounds good. I’ll take you and your stuff back tomorrow.”

“Oh, and Tom? Has Ali told you anything about training me during the school year or anything? She told me she would but didn’t tell me how.”

Tom blinked. “No she didn’t tell me anything. Another one of her little pranks no doubt.”

Harry gaped. “You mean she won’t really train me?”

Tom laughed. “No, that’s not what I mean. She likes to pull pranks on people while helping them. No doubt she will get a thrill of being under Dumbledore’s nose and him not realizing it.”

Harry laughed with him.

A few minutes later both sobered up though there was still the random chuckle here and there.

“Do you want to go ahead and get my school stuff?” Harry asked.

“Sure. Let me put on a glamour right quick,” Tom replied lightly.

A minute later Tom had straw colored hair, a fuller face, and piercing blue eyes. Then he put a glamour on Harry who Tom chose to have light brown hair and brown eyes. Nothing he did would cover up the scar so he just grew Harry’s bangs to be down to his nose.

Once the scar was covered, and Tom had a temporary nose, they went to go get Ellie so she could get her school supplies too.

They found the witch in her room listening to an MP3 player. She was bobbing her head up and down to the music. Tom was yelling himself hoarse at her trying to get her to listen while Harry watched and laughed at his pitiful attempts. Eventually Tom motioned for Harry to try. Still chuckling, Harry went over and pulled the little ear piece things out of her ear, thus startling her.

“Who are you people?” Ellie asked, pulling out her wand.

“Tom and Harry,” Tom said through clenched teeth. He still didn’t understand why she didn’t listen to him earlier.

“Tom and Jerry? You two look nothing like a cat and mouse,” Ellie said, confused.

Harry burst out laughing while Tom just looked confused. “It’s a cartoon,” Harry explained.

“Oh. I’m your dad and this is Harry. Harry, not Jerry, Harry,” Tom said.

“Oh. Watcha want?” Ellie asked.

“Do you want to come with us to Diagon Alley to shop for school supplies?” Harry asked.

“Sure! Let’s go,” Ellie said, abandoning her MP3 player.

Three hours later they got home. Ellie took them anywhere and everywhere in both Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley. Harry and Ellie immediately went up to their prospective rooms to pack. That left Tom alone downstairs. Alone downstairs with his grandmother. Shit.

“Hello Tom,” Ali said from the doorway to the living room.

Sighing, Tom answered. “Hey Ali. So tell me, how do you plan on training Harry during the school year?”

Ali grinned mischievously. “You’ll see. Well, you won’t but I’m sure Harry will tell you once he finds out.”

The next day Harry was sent to his relatives’ house. Nervously, he knocked on the door, his school trunk behind him. Aunt Petunia answered and paled when she saw him standing on her doorstep.

“What are you doing here freak?” she demanded.

“I just need to stay here one more day. I’ll do whatever you need me to do just please let me stay. Tomorrow I’ll be leaving for good. Please?” Harry begged.

The horse-like women scowled. She didn’t really want to do this but if it meant a clean house without her having to clean then so be it. Besides, the boy always was a good cook.

“Fine. Now get in here and start dinner.”

Harry entered the house, his trunk dragging behind him. Turning around he added, “And if anybody asks, I was at Aunt Margie’s for the summer.”

Back To Dumbles…

An alarm went of in Dumbledore’s office. Harry was back at his relatives. Quickly calling a few members of the Order, he got ready to go interrogate Harry. Soon Molly, Moody, and Tonks were on their way to 4 Privet Drive.

Once they reached the edge of the wards and crossed them, they apparated with a audible ‘pop’. Looking around at the cookie-cutter houses, they found one labeled with a four. They walked to it and Dumbledore knocked on the door. Harry was made to answer the door.

“Hello Harry. Mind if we come in? We would like you to answer a few questions,” Dumbledore said in his concerned grandfather voice.

“Sure, come in,” Harry replied, also playing his part.

He led them to the living room and motioned for them to sit down on the couch across from the chair he was sitting in.

“Would any of you like some tea?” Harry asked.

“No, maybe some other time I’m afraid,” Dumbledore said regretfully. “Now, on to those questions.”

“Shoot,” Harry said.

“Where were you this summer Harry?” Dumbledore asked gravely.

“I was at Aunt Margie’s house. Didn’t Aunt Petunia tell you?”

Dumbledore looked shocked. Apparently he wouldn’t have to go with his plan after all. The boy was still his pawn by all means. The only change about him was his hair was down to his shoulder blades and his bangs went down past his nose.

“That’s good but you really shouldn’t. The wards around this house protect you. We thought Voldemort got you,” Dumbledore said.

“Nope. Been over at Aunt Margie’s house,” Harry replied cheerfully.

“One more question then we’ll leave you to do as you please before you go to school tomorrow. Where are your relatives?”

“They’re out shopping or something. Wasn’t really paying attention to where they said they were going,” Harry replied.

“Splendid. Well, we’ll be on our way. Enjoy the rest of your summer Harry,” Dumbledore said before leaving with the other three.

Harry’s polite smile twisted into a smirk. He fell for it. All that was left was figure out how to go visit Tom during the school year. And there was something he’d been wanting to do for a while now… Harry headed out the door and went to the Gringotts to exchange wizarding for muggle money before heading back out to muggle London.

A/N: Kind of a cliffy I guess. Like it, love it, hate it?

P.S. Do you want me to write what happens in muggle London or skip it?