Harry was resting on the sofa of one of Grimauld 12 Place's deserted rooms. It was relatively clean, given that Ms. Weasley had covered this floor before he even came but that wasn't really what he cared about. Lately everyone was just looking at him like they were expecting him to grow a second head at any moment; Remus commented that is was probably because he was acting like someone with a split personality. It wasn't far from the truth seeing as he felt like he was someone with split personalities; just like he was torn right down the middle.
He had researched what was starting to happen to him right before leaving Hogwarts because even though it seemed outrageous in his mind, Voldemort almost seemed trivial when compared to this feeling of sheer power that was coming over him. Apparently there were what was called Avalonians and they were the feline form of a Lycan. It was interesting to read about but he'd known that this wasn't supposed to happen to him the more he'd read. There were only five families with the Avalonian trait in their blood and none of them were the Potters.
The Creevy, Longbottom, Malfoy, Weasley, and Black lines were the only ones to have the trait in their blood, so Harry knew that there had to be some connection. Although he had expected to get little to no results he had brewed a blood lines potion so that he could see which lines he was the closest to but what a surprise he got. The paper had slowly showed his entire family history; at the bottom was him and above him were his parents, and they were not James and Lily Potter. The names of Sirius Black and a Vivianne Malfoy appeared above him so he had brewed a paternity potion but still Sirius was shown as his father.
He had known nothing about this Vivianne Malfoy so after being rushed back to Private Drive for little of the summer he'd written to Neville. Neville was very aware of whom Miss Vivianne was, the only and deceased sister of one Lucius Malfoy, apparently she had been killed by Molly Weasley some sixteen years before.
She and Sirius had been married and no one knew why he was so welcoming to the Weasleys seeing as Molly had been her killer but it wasn't in the way of purebloods to question a grieving husband. Neville had been sure that Sirius was a DeathEater before her death and then after he had mysteriously come over to the light, destroyed his friendship with Severus Snape and the remaining Malfoy heir, and fully devoted himself to James Potter and his new baby.
Harry's gut had told him not question Sirius, at least not yet, but he couldn't get to Lucius Malfoy, despite the fact that Draco had written him over the summer and told him that he knew what Harry was and that he was one of Harry's followers. Slightly creepy but it almost seemed comforting to the animal developing inside of Harry. No, the only DeathEater he had a chance with was Severus Snape, so he carefully hid the information he'd discovered at Hogwarts from everyone in the Order of the Phoenix, he was just going to have to bide his time and deal with everyone's stares until he could get to his 'pride'.
He had found out from Draco's letter that he was the head of an immortal pride of Avalonians known as the 'eternal tigers' and that his herd would take the shape of long extinct Sabretooth Tigers. He could sense those in this herd now that he knew what the hell he was looking for. There were seven in his herd, Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, and Collin and Daniel Creevy, then of course himself. They were all going to be powerful, the twins were going to be the goofballs of course even though they were technically the oldest and Draco warned him of the cubs becoming 'dangerous' because of their youth so he just assumed that he meant Collin and Daniel.
Fred and George just kept giving him little looks like they weren't sure why he hadn't said anything but the silencing look he gave them in return seemed to be working. He was keeping all his letters from the past summer under lock and key but the proof of his heritage never left his person because whatever was going on between Sirius and Dumbledore he was sure involved him and he was sure that he was being monitored. Tomorrow they left for Hogwarts and he was going to have to get to his pride before they got off the train because he couldn't just leave them in the dark.
As he was thinking the twins, Ron, and Hermione all found him, "Harry, Mum is looking for you downstairs and Remus is looking for you everywhere else. They were afraid you had gotten hurt somewhere when you disappeared for an hour!" Ron complained as they all walked in. The twins silently sent a message to their mother, presumably telling Mrs. Weasley that they had found they're wayward friend. Hermione started to rant almost as soon as they were done.
"Harry, why do you have to be so sullen lately? I realize that we didn't tell you about the order but you really need to get over that. My God, even Sirius is starting to get worried and Remus thinks you've gone completely into yourself, we heard them all talking about it at last night's meeting. It wouldn't hurt you to care a little bit about how you are affecting the rest of us, especially them seeing as they love you more than anything else in this world. If you are having a problem you really need to talk to us, you aren't in this alone." She yelled but Harry had enough at that point.
"Hermione let me tell you something, you used to be my problem but you're not anymore. And you're right I'm not in this alone but I'm sure as hell not in it with you. Now get out of my way before I send you halfway to St. Mungo's on a whim!" He stated quietly but through gritted teeth. The twins took a guarding stance behind him and walked out silently when Hermione moved aside trembling. They knew then that they had the alpha of their herd; he knew what was going on between all of them.
Remus caught Harry half-way up the stairs but the look on Harry's face was enough to tell him that the fifteen year old was in no mood to be reckoned with. The crying girl that he found in the room his cub had just left was not what he expected but even Remus was aware that taking on Harry alone was not a good strategy so he went to find Sirius. The animagus was sitting in his bedroom, "I thought you were looking for Harry, not going down memory lane. You need to talk to him Sirius, I think that he is really starting to feel the pressure of his duty and it's starting to affect his relationship with his fellow Gryffindors."
"He's survived this long Remus; I'll talk to him before he leaves for Hogwarts. Maybe if his friends weren't such harping babies their relationship wouldn't be affected. Don't stand there and tell me to talk to him, when you and everyone else want to keep me at arms length the rest of the time but when you can't deal with him, it's up to me." Sirius got up and shoved Remus out of his room.
They had been grating on the edge ever since he had returned to his childhood home; at first he thought it was him because he didn't like being back here but now he was starting to think differently. There was something on the edge of his mind trying to push through but it just wouldn't come willingly. He had tried to remember whatever it was but he just couldn't seem to no matter what he tried and Severus' little comments about his relationship with his godson was really starting to get on his nerves.