Author Notes:

Character Pairings: Harry/Kale (original character), Remus/Severus

Comments: I decided to write this story after a friend started complaining about there not being any good stories where Harry is Remus' son and is a werewolf. So, I decided to take it as a challenge. Comments/questions/suggestions welcome. Flames shall suffer a fiery death.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters, etc. I'm using them for my own amusement and am not making a single penny off them. Now, the original character, Kale Faolan, is mine, so please if you want him for your pleasure, please ask. Anyways, on to the story!

Chapter 1
A Night Visitor

Harry awoke to the sound of someone pounding on the front door. "What is going on?" he thought as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. A loud thumping on the floorboards outside his room announced that the racket had awakened Uncle Vernon.

"Boy!" he bellowed as he thundered past Harry's door. "If this is one of your strange friends, I'm going to stuff you back under the stairs for the rest of your life!"

This quickly and fully awakened Harry. He put on his glasses and quickly left his room, barely beating his Aunt Petunia and Dudley to the stairs. He raced down them and made it to the door in time to hear: "Who are you? And what gives you the right to disturb us at this late hour?"

Harry couldn't see the person for his uncle block the view outside too well. He was able to hear a response in a distinct male voice.

"Aww…come on Vernon. Tell me you haven't forgotten you own godchild now. True, we haven't seen each other in many years, but my parents always sent you family pictures every Christmas. Well, I guess some of them could have gotten lost since they did travel all the way from America. Now, are you going to invite me in or what?"

Harry blinked. "Uncle Vernon has a godchild?" he thought. "And from America at that. What the bloody hell is going on?" It was then that he noticed his uncle starting to sway. He hopped out of the way just in time to avoid being flattened by his uncle's body. His cousin and Aunt ran to Vernon's passes out form as Harry took a glance at the male figure standing outside. He looked about Harry's own age, maybe a year or two older. He was about 6'4 and Harry could tell he worked out with the apparent muscles under his black, form-fitting shirt, painted on looking black jeans and what appeared to be a black cape or trench coat. He couldn't really tell how long the guys black hair, which was up in a ponytail, was, but he suspected that it most likely came down to the small of the guys back.

The visitor had a lightning-shaped ear ring in each ear, dark green captivating eyes and a round medallion around his neck that had a carving of a wolf head on it. Beside and behind him were enough trunks to suggest he was moving in. It was then he noticed an owl cage sitting on one of the stacks of trunks. The owl inside was black, smaller than most and had one of it wings wrapped up. He could have sworn that he had seen it before at Hogwarts, but couldn't really place it or guess why a muggle had one. He supposed the site of the owl had caused his uncle to pass out, see how it made the visitor seem like a wizard. "Well," Harry thought, "it's possible that he could be. I really don't know much about other wizarding schools. I'll write Hermione later and ask her." He almost jumped out of his skin when the teen started to speak again.

"Umm…sorry." He looked at Harry. "Was it something I said? I didn't even get to the part about me staying here for a while." At this point, Vernon was almost sitting up and passed out again at this news. "Dear lord. Is this gonna happen every time I say something? 'Cause if it is, we're not going to get anything said."

"Or done for that matter." Harry added smiling. "My name's Harry Potter."

The teen smiled as if he already knew this, or least that what Harry thought. "I'm Kale Faolan; from America." The last was added as if an afterthought. "I'm originally from right down the street. My parents moved us to America when I was only a couple of years old. They were afraid of someone."

Harry sensed that Kale wanted to say more, but he didn't press. "Well, in that case, welcome back home." He said. "Uncle Vernon never mentioned a godchild. How did you end up having him for a godfather?"

"Dudley, go get me a wet rag." His aunt suddenly said. Dudley slowly walked off and she spoke again. "His mom and me were friends all through out school. We barely talked after she married, but when Kale was born, she came over and asked if we would be his godparents. All Vernon knew was that she was an old friend, so he agreed. It wasn't until after she left that I was able to tell him. He was livid, but I was able to convince him that taking it back would not be the best thing. Luckily, they moved to America a few years later and every Christmas holiday we would receive a card and we burned it every year." She looked at Kale. "We didn't burn it because of you or your mother, we just didn't like your dad's type of people."

Kale snorted. "You mean wizards like me and Harry. Mom always said for a muggle who had a sister that was a witch, you never accepted or liked them. I guess you married a guy just like you."

Dudley showed back up with a wet cloth and she put it on Vernon's head. Within a few minutes, he began to awaken and was sitting up shortly after that. "What are you doing here? I thought we had heard the last of your family after moving to America."

Kale's face turned suddenly bleak. "My family was killed. The muggle police and firefighters said that it was an accident, but I could feel the magic that did it. Everything was destroyed: the house, the owls we watched after when they were on long journey's thru the area, everything.

"Well, I say everything, but as you can tell, most of my stuff was safe and this little one somehow survived. I had been staying at a fellow wizards house since school let out for summer. He's two years below me and asked me if I could tutor him for part of the summer. I was headed home when I saw the fire trucks. I ran and collapsed as I watched my home burn. Heard someone say no one inside made it out.

"That was it; I broke down. I couldn't believe it. My neighbor found me and comforted me. She asked where my bags were and sent her daughter after them. They're a wizarding family too, in case you wondered. I stayed there for a couple of days and found this little one wandering around injured and lost. I visited my house on the second day and discovered that magic had been used to start the fire. I was about to enter and explore the ruins more when a bright flash appeared just ahead of me. An older wizard appeared on the tail of a phoenix and said that his name was Tumbledorm. Dumbled-ore, Dumbleydor or something like that. He told me that he suspected that a group of wizards loyal to Voldamort had killed my parents and set my home on fire. He also suspected that they had done so do to my family's occupation. You see, my parents are known to keep a small owlery in the backyard... I guess that's not important... Anyway, I suppose that Voldamort wanted to keep messages from reaching their destinations for some strange reason."

"You mean Dumbledore?" Harry added.

"Yeah, that's it. Anyways, he said that he would put a transfer in for me so that I could attend Hogwarts and that I needed to come and stay with my godparents in England. So here I am."

Harry could tell that Vernon was about to explode. "Here, let me help you with your stuff. You can share my room until the end of the holidays. I supposed we could charm the bed so it's a pair of bunks or one large bed."

"Thanks." Kale responded. "Either way is just fine with me. I'm not that picky."

Together they were able to carry all of Kale's stuff to Harry's room in one trip while Petunia tried to calm down Vernon with "He can't use magic out of school either." and "He'll be gone before you know it." They quickly made the bed into a single, large waterbed, Kale having told Harry that waterbeds were the most comfortable, and set all of Kale's belonging in one corner. They fell asleep quickly and woke late the next morning.