After I don't know how long, I'm finally getting around to posting the sequel to Introperspective. If you haven't read it, I suggest you do so now, otherwise this story won't make any sense.
Chapter One-The Truth
Harry trailed after Lupin, apprehensive about his first transformation. There were so many things that could go awry. What if he ended up severely injuring Lupin? Or worse, killing him?
Lupin, noticing that Harry was lagging, looked back at him, concerned. "Sickle for your thoughts, Harry?"
"Keep your money. I'll tell you. I'm worried that I might hurt or kill you."
Lupin chuckled. "I have a feeling that that won't happen."
Harry blinked in confusion. Why did Lupin think he wasn't in danger? Why was he so bloody calm? Lupin opened the safe house's door and gestured for Harry to go in. The teenager obliged and gasped in surprise.
There, in the one room house, stood his godfather, Sirus. He was alive! Harry knew it wasn't a dream. The smells he was picking up was proof of that. Harry rushed forward and embraced Sirus. "I thought you were dead!"
"The Veil apparently has no care for animals. I transformed to my dog form and suddenly there was a path showing me the way out."
"Did you know you could get out like that?"
"No. I thought I'd change because I felt like it."
"You see Harry," Lupin cut in. "I told Sirus what happened and he'll keep a close watch on us tonight and the next two nights."
"Did you tell him about The Secret, Remus?"
"No, I didn't."
"I think it's time you did, my friend."
"What secret, Professor?"
Lupin rubbed the bridge of his nose looking a great deal older than before. "Harry, James...isn't your real father."
"Oh, God. Not Snape."
"Snape? What made you think of him?"
"I...don't know (A/N: I do! I made him think Snape was his father. I originally planned to have Harry say here that the author had him think that about Snape, but decided to keep myself out of this story). It's not Snape, is it?"
"No, Harry. It's me."
"You? But, how...why?"
"You remember I said your mother, Lily, could see the goodness and beauty in people even whey they can't see it themselves? I was especially referring to myself. She found out I was a werewolf the same time the other Maruaders found out. She was very kind and sympathetic towards me. We eventually fell in love and soon found out we were going to have a baby."
"But, why did you leave my mother and me?"
"Because I was afraid that I would bite one or both of you. Or worse kill you. But, I didn't want to leave you or Lily by yourselves. James volunteered to act as your father. Lily made me promise not to tell you until you were twenty-one or if something terrible happened to you."
"But, why do I look like Da...James?"
"It's because of a Glamour Charm (A/N: I know, not very original, but it explains a lot). Lily cast it to quell suspicions of your real father. But I need to remove it before the moon fully rises. So you can see for yourself." Lupin uttered a phrase and pointed his wand at Harry.
The boy felt his skin tingle as if something was tickling it. He saw Sirus staring at him as if he were a stranger. Lupin conjured a mirror and held it up to Harry's face.
Harry's mouth dropped. His eyes were still green, but his hair was like Lupin's only a bit lighter. It was true. Lupin was his father.
A sharp prick in his stomach drew his attention. The moon had completely come up. His first transformation was beginning. His body stretched and elongated, taking on wolfish proportions. The heels of his feet moved upward, forming hindquarters. His spine adjusted, allowing him to move two or four-legged. His hands had become paws with sharp claws like his feet. His ears became pointed and moved up his head as his nose and mouth merged into a muzzle full of sharp flesh-rending teeth. Harry threw back his head and howled as his change completed itself.
He heard a snarl and the young werewolf turned to see another male werewolf like himself. The intruder growled and bared his teeth. The young one did likewise as he advanced, intent on ripping the intruder apart.
Suddenly, a large black dog got between them. The dog growled at the larger male before looking at the smaller one and giving another growl. The young werewolf blinked as he stared at the dog. The dog smelled familiar. But, why? The dog continued to look at him when it whined and wagged its' tail once.
The young one slunk into a corner. The dog was familiar. He didn't know why. He had never met this dog as far as he knew. Yet, a sense of trust came over him and he did as the dog wanted and didn't attack the intruder. The dog walked over and curled up against the young werewolf who had slipped into slumberland.
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Sunshine fell on the sixteen-year-old's face and woke him from his sleep. Blinking his eyes blurrily focused on Sirus in his dog form, fast asleep beside him. As he sat up, a wave of nausea swept through him and he fought it down. He saw his tattered clothes and thankfully intact glasses nearby and rushed to put them on. As he dressed, he saw his skin had cuts of various sizes. He surmised that he must have bitten and scratched himself in his sleep.
Looking across the room, the teenage boy saw Lupin uncurl himself from his corner. His father looked pale and sickly as he usually does during the full moon. Harry was sure he looked the same. "Good morning, Dad."
Lupin looked startled for a moment before a smile crept onto his face. "Dad," he murmured. "I like the sound of that. How are you feeling, Harry?"
"Sick," was the reply as the older werewolf walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, once he was dressed.
Lupin chuckled. "Yes. I had a feeling you would say that."
A yawn came from beside Harry, followed by Sirus' voice saying, "Morning, already?"
"Yes, my friend," Lupin answered. "It is."
"Thank God. One down, two to go."
"And then, we'll be off to school and hopefully things will go smoothly."
Harry hoped so too. He knew he would have to tell Hermonie and Ron when he saw them at the station and that they would accept his situation. He expected that they would be as friendly and supportive as usual.
Well, there's chapter one. This story came about because of a challenge I read on someone's bio. I believe the name was Tia Evans, or something like that. Anyway, how will Hermonie and Ron react when Harry tells them he's a werewolf?