Author's Note: I do not any of the Harry Potter characters. All original characters belong to me.

Author's Note: This was an old fiction of mine, that I had under a different pen-name. If you are familiar with this story, I have since updated it.
While this is technically a crossover with the Ninja Turtles, due to the not so frequent appearance of certain characters of said crossover, this story will be under the Harry Potter banner, until later fictions arise from this.

I do hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

Stars were scattered across the night's sky, while the moon shone its eerie fullness down upon the forest below. Trudging passed the many trees and through bushes, as though they were nothing, the beast was on the trail of something. He had sensed it before and now he was determined to find the source.

For a brief moment, he stopped. He lifted his nose into the air, before letting out a long and haunting howl. It was shortly returned by another in the not too far distance from where he was. Immediately he set off in the direction. Twice more he stopped to be sure he was going the right way, until finally he reached a tiny clearing among the trees. He laid eyes upon the owner of the returning howls.

Standing upon hind legs, on the other side, was a she-wolf. She seemed to automatically know that he was there, for her head turned, her eyes seeing him between two trees only a few feet away. He went to approach, but she took a backwards step, as though she was going to make a run for it, causing him to stop, at least for a moment. When he went to attempt a second approach, she didn't flinch, instead lowering a little, showing submissiveness to him. This allowed him to circle her, study her.

He had been around his kind many times, but this she-wolf was unknown. Yet, he couldn't pass on the fact that she was younger than himself. Her lowering herself to him meant that she was also unclaimed.

With caution, he made his way behind her. But she made no resistance as he placed his paws upon her waist. He began to move himself closer to her, she shifted, almost in a form of unwillingness, only to be defused seconds later when he firmed his grasp and pushed his way. Claiming her for himself.

To ensure no-one dared to approach, howls could be heard from a fair distance...

Remus:

What a blur!

I clench my eyes a little before opening them, as I try to recall what had happened last night.

I remember trees and the like of the forest that made up my home. As far as I knew I didn't attack anyone.

Opening my eyes, I saw the back, head and hair of a girl lying in front of me.

'Oh no!' I cursed in my mind.

But I knew perfectly well on what I had done.

The girl began to move.

She may have felt the warmth of me against her, as before I could have a full chance to pull away and sit up, the girl bolted upright and turned to see me lying there next to her.

She tried to make a feeble attempt in covering herself up, by pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Her hazel coloured eyes staring straight at me.

I moved to a sitting position. "I am so sorry," I say carefully.

"Why?"

I hesitate for a moment. "Because of … what we did …"

The girl looked at me, as if she were analysing on what I had said, or perhaps taking in my appearance. "Guess there are some things that are not shared among the written literature when it comes to werewolves."

"Guess not," I agree.

There was a brief pause, until I spoke. "Listen, we cannot stay out here. You would be welcome at my place."

The girl seemed unsure for a moment. "Would you be able to lend me an owl?" she asked. "So I can send word to my Master of my whereabouts?"

"Your … Master?" I reply, a little confused by the term.

"It's one of the words I use out of respect for the man who took me when I became a werewolf, and was nearly without a home," the girl explained. "He became something of a father to me. I also call him Sensei."

"Sensei?"

"It's Japanese," Kiara clarified for him. "I was partly raised in Japan, though I am from England originally. It's a long story, one I'd rather not go into it right now."

"Then I guess we ought to let him know where you are," I say, getting to my knees, and offering a helping hand.

The girl blushed at what she was seeing before her, looking away. I could feel my own cheeks going warm.

"That would seem the logical thing to do," the girl agreed.

She did accept the offering hand, as we rose to our feet. Though both still feeling very awkward. I took note on how petite she appeared and naturally pale in skin. Her black hair reached to the middle of her back and her nose was slightly pointed, which suited her heart-shaped face. Though I couldn't help feeling that there was something familiar about her features. Like I had seen them before, on someone else. Only … different.

"Thankfully I know where to find some," I say, trying to sound casual, but unable to hide my slight discomfort. "I'm Remus by the way."

"I'm Kiara," the girl replied.

...

"When I was younger, my parents placed some wooden boxes about the forest," I explain, when we came to a large tree. "It was so that when the morning came, I would have clothes to wear."

Sure enough, hidden slightly under the fallen leaves, was a small, flat box. Inside was a set of robes and a cloak.

"At least it will do for now," I say, handing Kiara the cloak.

"Until I can get to the cave to get my actual clothes," she said, as she took it and started to put it on. It was rather big on her, given that I was a full head taller than her and had more meat on my bones. But it was better than nothing.

"We can go now if you like?" I offered.

"How far is your home?" Kiara asked.

"From here? Not that far actually, compared to the cave," I admit. "We do have clothes for you. But if you really need your belongings …"

Kiara thought about it. "I suppose we can get them later. Though I do not wish to impose upon your home."

"Yet you need to get word to your Master," I say. "Unless you have an owl back at the cave?"

"Master did suggest to use and owl when I am back into a more human state. However … I don't have an owl available at the moment."

"If you like, you could borrow my family's owl," I offer, not hiding my small smile.

Kiara smiled in return. "Thank you."

Once dressed, we continued through the forest. Walking in silence, we soon started to see the gaps of the forest thinning out to the beginnings of a large grassy paddock. The grassy fields looked like a very large green lake, in the very middle was a the only house to be seen in the area. The top had medium arch shaped windows in neat rows of three on each side of the house, with the roof looking like it belonged on an old manor, all dark and pointed. The middle floor had medium shaped square windows in various areas, indicating where the bedrooms were. Except for two which were smaller than the others and the glass had a fogged over appearance. The bottom part of the house had a verandah all the way around it with railing that sported a spiral like design that matched the supporting pillars and both the front and back had three steps, even the sides of the verandah had steps leading off them.

As we approached, a woman stepped out of the back door and on to the verandah.

"Who is that?" Kiara asked.

"My mother," I answer.

Upon approach, Kiara could see that she was a woman of about five foot six, with a slender build. Her light brown hair was in a neat bun and she was wearing light blue robes.

"Are you sure she won't turn me away?"

"Positive."

Though she only just met me, Kiara could tell that she was able to trust me on my word. Either that, or she was still making her mind up.

Mum watched as we reach the house. When we were about three quarters of the way, Mum began to make her way over to us.

When she reached me, she hugged me.

"Good to see you safe," she said.

Blushing a little, I say in return. "Thanks, Mum."

Mum stepped back and drew her attention to Kiara. "Who's your friend?"

Kiara was taken aback by the kindness in her voice. "Kiara."

"We … we kind of ran into each other last night," I explained in a strained sort of voice.

"Oh," said Mum, not needing me to explain any more. "Well, we cannot undo what has happened. I'm sure we'll work something out."

Kiara was suddenly confused. "Work what out?"

"Don't you know what happened last night?" I ask her, with a small crease of the brow.

"I know we … erm …" Kiara stopped herself when she remembered that my mother was right there.

"How much about being a werewolf do you know?" Mum asked her.

"Obviously not as much as I should," Kiara muttered, but clearly enough to be heard.

Though there was much explanation to be had, Mum couldn't allow Kiara to just stand there in nothing but a cloak.

"Remus can fill you in a little later," she said to Kiara.

"Me?"

"Yes, you," said Mum, looking at me with clear blue eyes, showing how serious she was. "You're just as responsible, as Kiara here. But right now, breakfast is in order. I'll get you to start, Remus, while I take Kiara and get her some clothes."

Mum loved me deeply. Yet, she was far too reminded of an incident that happened many years ago. She didn't want the same to happen to this girl … or myself for that matter.

We were shortly entering the kitchen and dining area. The kitchen was a sort of U shape with a breakfast bar, that seemed to divide the kitchen from the dining area. In the dining area, there stood a nicely vanished wooden table that sat six comfortably with wooden chairs, that had cushioned seating.

Mum took Kiara straight on through to the hallway, while I stayed behind to start breakfast – as was requested.

Kiara:

I noticed that the two rooms we had passed. One was the sitting room, which was the room closest to the front door and the beginning of the stairs. The other looked to be something of an office or a library. I didn't get much of a look as I was led upstairs to the next floor. Up here there were six doors; three to their left and three to their right.

"The bathroom is the door in the middle of the left," said Remus's mother, indicating to the second door on the left. "The guest room is right here, next to it."

We go over to the first door on the left, the one before the bathroom.

Remus's mother opened the door. In it was a set of bunk-beds against the farthest wall on the left and two single beds, one was against the opposite wall to them, while the other was against the right wall that was closest to the door. A bedside table sat in between the single beds and a second next to the bunk-beds, which actually looked like two tables, where one was on top of another, since there seemed to be something for the top bunk to put a clock or whatever on it. I also saw that there was a built in wardrobe with shelving on both sides and a place for the hangers.

"I would have to make up a bed, of course," Remus's mother implied.

"I don't wish to intrude!" I speak quickly at this. "I just need to send word to my Sensei on my whereabouts and he can get me when the full moon cycle is complete."

Remus's mother thought it over. "Does your Sensei regularly let you just go off?"

"We had just moved to this country two weeks before this moon cycle. He and I were told which forests were good for me to go to when the moon was full," I explain. "A Portkey was set up and that is how I ended up in the forest outside your doorstep. We placed our trust in our informant and we do trust him a great deal."

"And who was your informant?"

"He goes by the name Albus Dumbledore."

A smile came upon the woman's face when she heard the name. "Dumbledore is a good man. Alright, I'll get you some clothes, and once dressed you can send word to your Master."

"Thank you," I say in a grateful voice.

Remus:

Just plated up bacon, eggs and toast, when Mum and Kiara returned back into the kitchen. It was definitely more comfortable seeing Kiara now dressed. Though Kiara couldn't help noticing a slight pained expression crossing my eyes when I saw her in the pink robes she was wearing.

"Hope you like bacon and eggs, as it's the only thing I know how to cook properly," I say, quickly, hoping to deter what she may have seen.

"Now, Remus, you are being modest," says Mum, shaking her head. "He really doesn't like to admit that he can actually cook," she added to Kiara.

"Mum!"

Kiara couldn't help giving a small laugh.

"I left some aside for Dad for when he gets home," I inform Mum, indicating to a plate near the stove.

"That's if he doesn't pull a double shift," Mum points out.

"What does your father do?" Kiara asks.

"Dad's works for the Ministry as part of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol," I tell her.

"And with the fiasco of what is going on at the moment, Terence has been worked to the bone," Mum said, with a small sigh.

"The War will be over soon, Mum," I assure.

"Let us hope so."

I wasn't sure how well Kiara knew about the Wizarding War to not have to ask. So I did ask her about it. She answered that she had been well informed before she and her Master left Japan.

"I also do have a brother, who is a wizard, whom I keep in close contact with," she added.

Just then the sound of the front door opened and then closed.

"I'm home!" said a man's voice.

Footsteps moved through the passageway to the doorway of the kitchen. Kiara could see where I got my height from. Dad, was six foot two in height; I was probably a bit shorter at six foot. While I had Mum's light brown hair and blue eyes, I had my father's face, bearing the same straight nose and slightly triangular chin. Dad had darker brown hair and brown eyes.

"Hi, Dad," I say.

But Dad's attention was clearly on Kiara.

"And who's our friend?" he asks.

"This is Kiara," I say, walking into the dining area. "We … met last night."

Dad seemed to have put two and two together. "Oh," he said, a little surprised, but in the same attitude as Mum had when she first met the girl. "You do know that if you've ...?"

"Of course I do," I reply, quickly and annoyed a little.

This resulted in Kiara getting a confused expression. "No," she says.

"Sit down and eat, Terence," says Mum.

Dad did so, sitting next to Mum, this left Kiara and I to sit side by side on the other side.

"So, how long have you been a werewolf, Kira?" Dad asks straight out to Kiara.

Kiara didn't hesitate in her answer; "Been a werewolf since I was six years old," she said quietly, picking the bacon on her plate with her fork.

"And, how old are you?"

"Terence!" Mum chastises.

"I'd like to know," says Dad

"Fourteen. Fifteen in August," said Kiara.

I nearly choke on my juice – which had been poured out before breakfast was served. Kiara gives me a puzzled look. Dad nodded little nods.

"That's not too bad," he said.

This confused the girl even more. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Dad turns to me. "You haven't told her?"

"Haven't had a chance to tell Kiara, yet," I say, a little defensive.

"The chance to tell me, what?" Kiara asked.

"You don't know of the consequences your union last night?" Dad frowns at this. "Even being a werewolf for as long as you have?"

"Just because I am a werewolf, doesn't mean I know everything there is to be one," Kiara defended, sitting up right and glaring at Dad. "My brother, Sensei and I have been doing our bloody best to learn of what there is to even be a werewolf, so I can understand it! "So, if you do not mind, get off your high horse and tell me what the devil it is I am supposed to know!"

"Perhaps after breakfast I will explain," I decide to say calmly looking at Kiara.

Kiara soothed a little, then nodded, suppose she can be contented until then.