It was over.

Over and over that thought rang through his mind. Letting his body relax for the first time since this all started Kouga looked across the battlefield. It looked so much like the other fields he'd seen. The ground was soaked in the blood of thousands of demons their bodies littering the now dead clearing.

Gripping his shoulder that he was sure was dislocated Kouga looked towards his comrades. The ever cold Sesshomaru was cleaning his sword as his pack rushed to great him. The girl Rin was beaming as usual singing his praises a tight grip firm on his leg. Miroku was hugging a worn out but safe Sango close to him eyes wide as they stared at his newly healed hand. Kouga watched as they turned to gaze at each other the wonder turning into love and adoration before they shared a soft kiss. Blue eyes softening he turned to the center of the field. There standing perfectly straight with the jewel in her hand stood Kagome. Her sapphire colored eyes were wet with tears yet they were filled with an emotion he could not place.

"Kagome…" He whispered taking a step towards her.

Before his move was finished red took over his sight. Stopping suddenly he watched as InuYasha was there arms wrapped around the young girl before him. Kouga felt his heart deflate seeing the look the hanyou gave the miko. He'd seen it so many times in his life. It was the look one gave to his mate.

"Ookami." Kouga glanced to the lord next to him. Sesshomaru gave him a cold calculated look before tilting his head. Kouga nodded back. It was the closest thing any would get to an acceptance from the youkai. With one last glance at the blood splattered people Kouga turned away. Head held high the wolf walked proudly as the sun slowly rose over the horizon.

500 Years Later. London, England.

Grimmauld house was just as dismal as he remembered it. Mrs. Weasley had done wonders cleaning but the atmosphere was still the same. Darkness oozed out of the walls despite all the scrubbing done to it. Sighing Harry entered his room. It once belonged to his godfather but he passed just over a year ago.

The seventeen year old collapsed on the canopy bed letting out another sigh. Even from here he could hear the Order arguing. He had been in there but had soon gotten sick of it all. No one down there knew how to create battle plans or tactics or even had the slightest clue on how to defeat Voldemort now that Dumbledore was gone. Harry knew what he had to do it was just a matter of time until it happened.

"Harry…can I come in?" Harry smiled a little before letting his new guardian enter. Remus smiled nodding to the young man as he entered the room. Closing the door he joined Harry on the bed. "It's getting rather hectic down there." Harry snorted.

"Is it always like that?" He asked.

"Oh Merlin no, when Dumbledore was here they always listened to him. There was no yelling and fighting…save Snape and Sirius of course." Remus said with a chuckle. Harry let out a soft laugh as well. Yes he remembered those fights. "So is something bothering you, cub?"

Harry sighed heavily taking out his wand. Remus could see he was contemplating something as the wood twirled around pale fingers. Finally Harry looked up and answered.

"I think that…Uncle Moony I'm gay." He said quietly. He waited for the man he thought of as a father to yell or disown him.

"Really? Well that's good. I thought something bad was going on." Harry looked up at Remus with hopeful eyes. A smile was on the older man's face. "Harry I know that gays in the muggle world are frowned upon but here in the wizarding world it's actually very common. Some purebloods frown upon it of course but then they also support a mad man trying to kill us all. No, there are plenty of gay wizards and witches. In fact Dumbledore was one."

"Yeah I noticed, he was actually the one who asked me. He told me that loving a man doesn't make me any less of one. He showed me a picture of someone he fell in love with when he was my age. I decided to accept myself then." Harry said running a hand through his hair. Remus nodded.

"Good, I know that some people will reject you but the people who count will always be there." The werewolf said. A silly light came to his eyes. "Now cub, which young wizard has caught your eye?" Harry let out a laugh shaking his head. Feeling his face burn up he knew he was blushing.

"Actually...I've been having these dreams." Remus looked at him eyebrows raised. "I never get to see his face but in the dreams he always holds me close. It feels nice when he does, I feel safe. Then he says that he is waiting for me right before I wake up." Harry looked up at the werewolf. "I feel deep down that he is real Uncle Moony and that I need to be with him…I just have no clue how to find him." Remus placed an arm around the troubled wizard.

"I believe you cub. Listen you will find this guy and you'll fall in love the second you lay eyes on him. You just have to be patient. Fate works in mysterious ways but she always makes sure that a soul is reunited with their one." He said soothingly. Harry smiled in thanks happy that he was finally able to talk to someone. "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we get supplies from Diagon Alley."

Harry watched Remus leave then laid back down in the bed. Letting the words Remus spoke travel through his head a few times before stashing them away and closing his eyes for some sleep.

Other side of London.

Letting out a sharp cry Kouga sprung up to sit straight up. Breathing deeply the wolf looked around him; seeing the familiar crappy hotel room he relaxed a little. Feeling something sticky on his thighs the wolf lifted the sheet to look at himself. A growl came from him. Yet again his seed was all over the sheets. Growling at himself Kouga headed for the shower.

Getting into the cold spray the wolf mulled his recent habit. For months now his dreams have been overrun with images of man…one whom he mates with. Every time he has this dream he wakes up with dirty sheets. Kouga slammed his head against the wall. For centuries he had been sniffing out women trying to find his mate and now suddenly he starts dreaming of a guy! It was just… sighing Kouga shook his head.

Pushing his thoughts to the back of his head Kouga continued to clean himself. Once cleaned and dressed Kouga left the room of the run down motel he was staying at. Hands in his pockets he trudged off for another day of looking for his mate.