Ey, kind of short, but to the point and extra corny. Which I'm not so happy about, but it's been floating around in my head for so long that I had to type it up. It also is beginning a new trend in my writing that gets posted. I will finish the story before I even begin to split up the chapters, and my old stories will, slightly unfortunately and fortunately, most likely never be finished. Sorry guys, but I was stupid and should have done them this way, they are however, up for adoption to anyone who wants 'em, just PM me.

Prologue

The girl shook in the Scottish night as winter winds pierced through her summer clothing. She shivered even more as her eyes fell upon the darkening sky, spotting the full moon. She cursed silently and walked through the small town, ignoring the names of the small businesses as she spotted a large shack off to the side, far behind the town.

She glanced around again before sprinting to the shack. She walked around the building looking for a door and found none. She looked up to see if it had a window and sighed in relief. She began to climb, using the old boards that were rough with time and wear. She ignored the splinters in her hands as she forced the frosty window open and climbed in with difficulty. She closed the window quickly, so as to not let in too much snow from outside.

She dropped to the rickety wooden floor and squinted her eyes to peer through the glass, only to see she still had a few minutes until her painful transformation. She quickly took her clothes off so that they would not be destroyed beyond repair and she sat on a bed in the room, just waiting for the pain to start.

Just as the ache began to grow, she heard a scuffling downstairs. She lurched as the transformation began, the pain of her bones breaking and reforming causing her to scream and tear at her skin.

A large wolf like creature was in the girls place when she finally stopped screaming. The wolf sniffed around a bit and headed to the door of the room, whining and scratching at it, alerting the wolf downstairs of her presence.

The larger wolf, which was obviously male, rushed up the stairs and began to push at the door harshly with one paw before rising up on his hind haunches and smashing the door with his front paws as he fell back onto all fours.

The girl werewolf was in the hall quickly as they walked circles together, sniffing the others tails, the females a little longer than the males but still quite short. When the girl made to stop the introduction, the boy growled, biting into her back leg and putting a paw across her back.

She whimpered as he went back to sniffing her, his paw still on her back as a warning. He thrust his nose at her hind quarters once more before removing his paw and moving behind her. Her growled at her as she tried to move from underneath his mount and bit the back of her neck harshly so she would submit to him.

The spent werewolves were now in the lower part of the shack, sitting behind a couch. The male was licking the gashes on the female's neck, wrapped around her protectively. He stopped his ministrations, however, when there was a shuffling noise from the other side of the couch.

He stood, the thin hair rising off his back as he circled around the couch. The female stood too, so she could peer around the abnormally large couch to see a large black dog, a buck, and a rat at the other side of the room. She came around the couch and nudged the male's leg with her nose to get his attention before turning around and waving her tail a moment before disappearing behind the couch again.

The other animals stood there awkwardly until they heard a baying noise and quickly ran around the couch only to run back around just as quickly. The animals went into a hole on the other side of the room and ran through a dirt tunnel until they came to a smaller one that slopped upward. The rat ran up and soon a faint light filtered into the smaller tunnel.

The large dog crawled through first and ran out of reach of the thrashing tree. Soon, the buck exited too and the group of three oddly paired animals ran up to the front step of a huge castle before transforming into teenaged boys.

"We tell no one", the boy who was previously a shaggy black dog deadpanned as he pushed open the large double doors. "Not even Moony. Agreed?"

"Agreed", the boy who had been the stag replied, looking to the shortest boy there.

"Agreed!" He squeaked, true to his rat-like nature.

Authors Note

I only wanted to do the prologue in third person so it kind of conveyed the situation to the reader (you) so it would make more sense in later chapters. I will also use third person when they are both wolves because they don't really have legible thoughts when in that form.

Chapter One

I groaned and twisted on the bed before wincing and returning to my original waking position. There was a dull pain under my butt-cheek that hurt like no other when I had changed my position.

"Vicodin", I groaned when I recognized the coarse sheets as ones used in hospitals.

"Oh poor thing…" A kind voice whispered near my head as a cold cloth was placed on my forehead. "Delirious and asking for muggle temporary remedies."

I groaned and hissed in pain when a pair of hands forced me to sit up against the headboard of the bed. I protested weakly as a foul smelling drink was forced under my nose.

I closed my mouth tightly and tried to jerk my face away. I heard an aggravated sigh and felt two fingers hold my nostrils closed. I scrunched my face and pushed at the hands weakly, having no affect due to my weakened state before finally opening my mouth to take in a mouthful of a horrid tasting concoction.

I whipped my mouth with my hand, feeling more energized than before now that I had forced the mixture to stay in my stomach.

"That tasted like piss", I grumbled and opened my eyes to see a room that was filled with rows of beds similar to the one I was currently on.

"I want to know when she's been drinking piss", a distinctively male voice came from the other side of the room.

"Older brother told me it was apple juice when I was three, in my mouth for two seconds, then in the sink. Told mom and didn't have to do chores for six whole months", I replied, opening my eyes to spot a group of three boys surrounding one on a bed. "What happened to him?"

"Uh… very bad head cold!" The shortest one squeaked.

"And my name is Shelly. Seriously, nothing could be worse than being a werewolf, you can tell me", I deadpanned, giving them a blank look.

The three conscious boys just stared at me with shock on their faces.

"C-C-Care to repeat that?" The one with glasses asked, his eyebrows shooting up and his jaw down.

"I. Am. A. Werewolf. I'm required by law to tell you", I replied, waving my hands about before pulling my fingers through my hair to pull out any tangles.

"What law!?" The last boy, who was actually first to talk, asked, standing from his chair so fast that it fell backwards.

"Article Eight, Section Twelve, Paragraph Two, Stanza Four", I replied, reciting it from the top of my head. "It's all in the B.P.R.D. Handbook. It's a bitch read."

"What in Merlin's Beard, is the BPRD?" They all asked, eyebrows raised (in the case of the shortest, I think that's what he was trying to do, or fart).

"Oh right, secret organization. Shit…." I opened my eyes wide and began to move my arms around in fluidly random circles in front of my body. "Forget what I just said….. Or I'll be grounded when they find me…. Even more than for running away."

They just stood there, staring at me like I was crazy. I probably was, but you know, apple doesn't fall far from the tree, unless it hits Newton on the head and bounces away.

"Oh you three, leave! Leave now before I go collect Albus!" The nurse chided, shooing them away none-to-kindly. She turned then to me and put her wrist on my forehead. "This is good, your temperature went down. Now I need you to urinate into this potion so we can know if you've been impregnated."

There was a small cup with what looked kind of like coconut milk in it on the bedside table.

I stared at the crazy lady for a moment before standing and grabbing the cup and going to a small bathroom at the far back of the room. I peed in the cup and walked back out to hand the old biddy the 'potion' that was turning slightly pink.

She 'tutt'ed and told me to get some more rest while we waited for the potion to finish processing my pee. She left the room and I did the only thing I could think of at that moment and stared at the unconscious boy in the bed across from me. I sniffed and jerked back. He was a werewolf too, and beginning to wake.

"Morning Sunshine, the earth says hello", I called out when he opened his eyes.

He jerked, startled at the presence and voice of another in the room.

I looked around before getting out of my bed and limped across the room.

"Scoot over tiger", I pushed him over to the other side of the bed and got on next to him. "How long?"

"H-How long what?" He asked, looking away from me and turning on his side to have as much space between us as possible on the bed.

"How long have you your once a month visitor?" I giggled at my joke. Hellboy and I always made fun of male werewolves for PWSing. PWS stands for pre-werewolf symptoms.

"M-my what?!" He flipped over to stare at me incredulously on the bed.

"How long have you been a werewolf?" I asked, dropping the giggles and watching his reaction.

He turned chalk-white and his mouth was open, gaping like a fish while he spluttered nonsense. I sighed and put my fingers to his lips, effectively silencing him.

"Fine then, since you are unable to speak. I am Connor Broom and a werewolf since the age of six", I gave him a short wry smile.

"I-I'm Remus Lupin", he finally stuttered out, sitting up to lean casually against the head board. He began to look at his arms and such with astonishment drenching his features. "Why aren't I scratched at all? Not in pain?"

"Lucky bitch", I growled out, trying to sit up with him, but the pain was too much so I just lay my head on the pillows. "My neck and butt hurt like no-other."

"Let me see your neck", he ordered softly.

I complied and turned on my other side, resisting the urge to sigh when his hands gently moved the bandage of my neck to peer at the wounds. I heard his gasp then felt his fingers ghost over the marks, causing me to intake a quick breath. I felt his breath on my neck now and he sniffed lightly before gasping loudly and backing away so quickly he fell off the bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, moving as quickly as I could to look at him without hurting myself.

He was wide-eyed with the back of his hand over his mouth.

"I-I'm t-terribly sorry! I-I did-didn't kn-know a-and I!" He struggled trying to stand up and crawl over the bed behind him.

"I repeat, what is wrong?" I crawled over to the edge to get a better look at him.

"Oh dear! You two!" The nurse came in and shouted a few nonsense things before flicking a stick at me, causing me to be lifted and put back into my bed.

I watched her running back and forth between our beds, fussing over the both of us before her eyes finally settled on the now dark pink concoction beside me.

"Oh dear", she began to run around even more quickly, tsking angrily to herself.

I looked to Remus when she scurried out of the room. His eyes were trained on the brew next to me. He swallowed and looked up at me before his eyes fell back on the pink liquid.

"I-is that…" He sighed, looking at his folded hands before looking up at me. "You're pregnant?"

"Whoa! Wait what!" I snapped jumping out and wincing at the sharp pain. "Pink means yes?"

He blushed and looked away, nodding an affirmative.

"How did that happen? I've never had sex!" I glared at the cup, as if all the problems in my life were caused by it.

I heard Remus cough and his body started quiver as he coughed violently.

"You alright?" I asked, shifting in my bed uncomfortably.

He nodded and looked up at me with eyes tat reminded me of a kicked puppy.

"I'm so sorry, I don't remember what happened last night, but it was obviously big. I'll try to help you take care of the child as much as I can", he began to prattle off even more but I zoned out, mind going blank as I tried to focus on what happened.

Pain and pleasure filled my body as my body was shoved into the floor violently; snarling, growling, and howling filled the air.

"Oh god…" I'm sure my face was incredibly pale. I know what happened now and I… I looked up at him and felt my heart clench, before pumping blood through my veins with more gusto. "Remus…"

He looked up at me only to look away again.

"It's fine… just… I-I have to return sometime. I won't be able to stay with you…" My heart began to hurt as it pounded against my ribs painfully. I got up, ignoring the pain of my muscles, and walked over to curl up on his chest, clutching at his pale blue pajama top tightly.

I could feel his arm curl up around my back as I wetted his shirt and blankets with my silent sobs.

- - -

After Madame Pomfrey (the nurse) released Remus and me from the infirmary, we were ordered to go to 'Professor Dumbledore', the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which was were my wanderings and stowaway-ings had led me.

I was forced to explain the BPRD to Dumbledore and in turn he told me about the inner-workings of the magic world that was hidden so well, that not even the BPRD knew about it.

He then went on to explain the predicament that Remus and I had gotten into because of our wolfish actions last night, saying that I would just have to go to classes with him and such until everything was sorted out, and I could contact Dad, Hellboy, Abe, and the BPRD.

We made a back-story for my sudden 'transfer', I was engaged to Remus from a young age, and our parents thought it best for us to get to know each other before the wedding in two years.

Dumbledore excused Remus and took me to a tall tower with clogs and gears moving together fluently. He held out his arm to me and told me to grab a hold of it. There was a loud 'crack!' and we were in the middle of a dusty shop that smelt of wood and that unique smell that only old people seemed to make.

We were greeted by an estranged old man who gave me a basic wand (apparently being bitten by a werewolf gives a muggle just enough magic to use one), telling us that it was the one I was most compatible with. Then we went to the other shops, buying me school supplies and the like before returning to the school and getting me sorted, like Dumbledore had predicted, into Gryffindor.

Now I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the weird looks I was being thrown and reading a book on spells, flicking my wand about and attempting to do some of the simpler seeming ones.

It was… slightly productive, I learned that jabbing your wand is better than waving it punk-rock style for and Aguamenti spell, and that the swishing and flicking had to be timed correctly for wingaurdium leviosa.

"Um, excuse me?" A kind voice interrupted my successful lumos spell. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be having a small problem with the spells."

I sighed and looked at the red head with a pleading look.

"Could you help me please?"

She giggled and nodded, motioning for me to scoot over on the couch.

She introduced herself as Lily Evans and then she began to help me with the spells, and soon, I was up to par with the other students of my year, and higher, because she taught me a few spells that hadn't learnt in school yet.

"Thank you so much!" I gushed, hugging her when we were finished.

"It's fine, I know what it's like to not understand magic", she laughed at me, hugging me back. "Oh wow, it's time for me to go do my rounds."

"Okay, see ya later Lil's, I'll be in the dorm', I gave her a quick hug good bye before heading to the staircase, only to be stopped be Remus' voice.

"Connor?"

I stopped, and turned to him. He was unsure of something.

"Yes, Remus?" I asked, stepping back down off the first step and stepped up to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What is it?"

He swallowed and rubbed his neck, blushing furiously.

"I-I just wanted to talk and you know…" He looked at his feet, a blush across his face like a fierce fire.

I blushed and giggled too, before letting my hand slip down his arm to grab his hand.

"Come up to the dorm with me and help me unpack", I giggled out, beginning to drag him up the steps, ignoring his protest.

I screeched when the steps turned into a crude chute, causing Remus and I too slide down in a tangled heap.

I blew a clump of hair from my face when we stopped sliding at the bottom.

"Sorry", I huffed out as I tried to figure out what was what. "Didn't know stairs were such bitches here."

He blushed and took my hand, using the force of me pulling to get up.

"I tried to tell you…" He grumbled, straightening out his world-weary clothes.

"Yea, well you know what", I paused with my finger in his face before poking his nose. "Oh yeah, I went there."

I giggled at the astonished look on his face before speeding up the staircase and into the dorm.