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Harry POV

My eyes felt gritty as I opened them. The first thing that registered was I felt cold and some kind of warm liquid was dripping down my arm. I used my hand to wipe my eyes and brushed the liquid off my wrist. I realized that there was blood smeared across my hand. What was happening? Confusion crashed over me in a wave, where was I? I remember being at the Quidditch game with Ron, but then all hell had broken loose.

I was behind Snape and Lupin when I felt teeth sink into the soft flesh of my upper arm. Examining it now, I could see that there were several chunks of meat missing from the bend of my elbow, I could see glints of bone and blood poring out of my arm. Snape and Lupin came running towards me and I felt some relief as they immediately began casting healing spells.

My world was narrowed down to the sphere of space surrounding me. I idly wondered is this how shock feels? Whatever it was broke with a shocking loudness and I could feel every imperfection on my arm. Every bite, tear and scratch against the bone began to throb in unison. I threw my head back and let out a blood-curdling scream.

I only screamed for seconds before I could feel the muscle and tendons growing back on my arm before tight skin began to re-knit itself over the re-grown muscle. As it grew I could see minute details, like exactly where the teeth punctured the thin layer of skin. I could hear Snape talking in soothing tones to keep me calm so I would finish healing.

"Fuck. Snape, what happened? Why am I missing bits of my arm? Oh God." I clenched my teeth to help deal with the blinding pain I was feeling.

"Harry just calm down and breathe, I'll explain once the spells have done their jobs," Snape said.

A cross between a sob and moan escaped my lips. I knew I would be fine, but that didn't help the anxiety creeping up my throat. I could feel another scream building in me, but I knew I couldn't let it escape. I couldn't show another weakness in front of two of my professors, even if one was no longer a professor.

I felt a hand brushing through my hair. Lupin's voice came from above me, "Harry we are so sorry. You were behind us and we heard Greyback, by the time we turned around he had you and was dragging you through the trees. We came as fast as we could. I guess he heard us coming, but we saw him take off through trees before we got here, but not before he bit you. Oh God Harry, we are so sorry."

By this time Snape's healing charms were finished and he and Lupin both took me in their arms to hug me tightly.

"Harry, I'm not sure how to tell you this." I was confused; Snape's tone had taken on a startlingly compassionate, and remorseful tone. If Snape was speaking to me this way, then something must be wrong.

"Greyback was a werewolf, one who spent a lot of time in his form biting innocents. Usually they don't survive, but this time someone did. We can't be sure, but because of the bite…" Snape trailed off.

My heart sank to my stomach. I nearly choked on my next words, "Do you mean I could become one?"

Lupin's voice sounded worried, "We don't know for certain since it's not a full moon tonight, but with Greyback we aren't sure if it will be infectious or not. We will have to contact Sirius of course, he will want to know, but maybe it would be best if we don't tell anyone yet. Just until we have a definite understanding of whether or not you will be a werewolf. Is that okay?"

"Yeah I mean, I don't know how Ron and Hermione will react, but what about Dumbledore?" I asked, a seemingly innocent question. From the way Snape's eyes narrowed I got the feeling it wasn't as innocent as I thought.

When Snape spoke his voice was testy, "Let's just wait until we know for sure then that will be your decision."

"Okay, so what do I do for now? Isn't there a full moon in a few days?"

As Lupin nodded I could see his face paling. He had a strange look in his eyes that confused me. I couldn't quite put my finger on what that emotion was: anger, certainly but also….vengeance?

"Well then I can't go back to the Weasleys house. I won't be able to control myself," I nearly shouted. The Weasleys were like family to me, the thought of me being a danger to them made me sick to my stomach.

Snape stood up and offered his hand to help me stand up. "You go with Lupin to his normal spot for his time of the month." Snape shot a nasty smirk in Lupin's direction at that little jab and continued, "I will go find the Weasleys and explain that you will be with us until school starts and we will purchase your school things as well. Rest for a few minutes and then we go."

The day after the full moon

Harry lifted his head up and saw Snape's lips curled into a smile. "Well that's one question answered."

NoPOV-

The days swiftly passed and the friendship built between Harry and Snape was holding. Harry was on his way to see the potions master one last time before school was to start back. He burst into the room without knocking.

"Severus, I need…" He trailed off as he registered he was not alone. "Sorry I'll wait outside."

Draco Malfoy sat with a dumbfounded look on his face. Was that really Harry Potter who just burst through the door to talk to his godfather, and without insulting him or Snape? And did he really just call him Severus?

Draco stood from his seat. "I suppose I shall be going then," he said.

"Yes, I suppose you should," Snape replied. His eyes were boring into Draco's, watching him carefully. He quickly gave his goodbyes to his godson so that he could finish his business with The Boy Who Lived.

As Draco was walking though the door he could see Harry sitting across the hall, waiting with his eyes closed and head against the wall, his black hair in total disarray. Draco noticed that his scar was only partially visible beneath the black strands. They surrounded his face like a halo and Draco wondered what it would feel like to run his hands though his hair.

He walked up to the boy gracefully and fought the urge to brush his hair flat. "Er, Potter?"

"Yes Draco?" Was his tired response.

"Severus is waiting for you," he said. Though hard as he tried, he couldn't force himself to sound as malicious as he would have liked.

"Thanks."

He watched as the boy stood up and began to enter the room.

"You know the only reason that I've always hated you was the way you treated my godfather. What changed?" Draco asked.

"Personal reasons, Draco," Harry replied. There was a flash of surprise in his green eyes as if he couldn't believe he'd actually called Malfoy by his first name. Then he quickly turned the doorknob and entered Snape's study.

Draco noticed with a start that he was calling him by his given name. Startled, he began his trek to Malfoy Manor.

A/N So what do you think? Don't be afraid to let me know. Criticism is welcome. Just don't be mean. :) I have two people to thank for this chapter. A fellow writer and my sissa, Jenasys Loveless Lovecraft and my new Tumblr friend FuckyeahDrarry, who's lovely pics helped inspire this chapter. :)